Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 19, Number 19, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 27 October 1888 — Page 7

LOW LIFE.

Lm your soul pas oa rags to-dgtot wa aiegotac srbere life In lowt B«. I amo, vhcn morte «SI smitci not duim that witb IbtomoVrtow Rot to tuuiou that shall Aoek, ilfcunw bat to low ure, oenrtbel—I For caste bath lair* pMfetd trttb pride, ootof rlgWeous deeds, but of raea, Aod ararice dam wbare lUdt mteMbnpiM itai (Maw Though lo either the rich light fslia betweeu grandeura of gilded wail*. Kay, ttae outcasts not all mar be found among sllcywmy* noisome vtth dirt There ore paupers, unclean aad tmsooad. wbon peaurj'u harms may not hurt There are Urea wealth defended from 111, yet whose days are one poverty still —Edgar Fcwceti to Youth"» Companion.

Run to Earth.

'Brandt Knox In Frank Leslies Newspaper.J The low, narrow log schoolroom at the Jen ton Crow Roads became suddenly 'juiet. Not the leaf of a book rustled, not a whtaper broke the musical still ness—nothing but the dismal sighing of the wind outside, and the steady patter of rain on the unshingled roof. This iii nusual calm, however, was of that kind [which precedes, and, indeed, prophesies, a fouling storm for full thirty pairs ol' ••ager, restless eyes were fastened upon me in anticipation of pending trouble. 1 was a young ixan then, but little over twenty, a total stranger to that community, and enjoying my first exper-it'iK-o as toicher

it was but natural

thai I Mhouid shift somewhat uneasily in my chair, uudertain what bad best be done. My ©yes rested in perplexity upon it seiiolar seated nearly in the centre of tho room—a young woman with Hushed cheeks and brown eyes, eyes which at the moment wore fairly blazing in angry excitement. "MTHS Elmore," I said, finally, in a tone meant to be very dignilied and •sim, "you will please bring that note to my desk

The girl thus directly mentioned rose from iter scat and wained defiantly forward, holding 11 one small hand a slip if paper. Standing before my great leak, she deliberately tore the uote into dozen pieces and flung them lefore tne without a word, her great brown eyes flashing anitrily into my troublod ones :i-. isho took a step backward and stood I -.till-'-Now you will tell me who wroto that not.)."

She looked straight up at me. & "J will not," was tho firm answer. For one instant our eyes looked Into '*.tch other—in mine, calm deteruiiiniiioii In hers, angr}' defiance.

"You will toll me, Miss Elmore, or be punished before the whole school.' Tho hot blood leaped to her clear cheeks inn sudden flood, her bands clasped totiter, the dark eyes sank to the floor. ••I cannot tell—indeed, I cannot," she *aid. slowly, a quiver in the clear vt.ice and then as 1 pushed back my •hair and rose to my feet, the girl looked up again. "You shall not strlko me!'' she cried out, and beforo I could speak •r a hand could bo raised to provent she Nprang through the open door, out the country road, and was beyond recull.

It required but a few moments to get the little district school settled down once more into accustomod hum and work, and then glancing out of the wet window upon the dreary landscape, 1 felt a thrill of regret steal over me as 1 watched silently a slight, bending figure climbing up the long hill in the rain. Not once even did the girl deign to look buok, and I stood there watching hor until she entered the little era/.y house upon tho summit.

A strange girl was Barbara Elmore, oven from a cnlld, and made more so by everything around her. Brought up among the roughest of surroundings, by a harsh old man claiming to be hor uncle, she had never known the tender are of a mother, but had been compelled to run wild from earliest Infancy. Willful and passionate by nature, burdened by no homo restraints, she had grown almost to womanhood without friends and almost without companions, strange and wild stories wero rife iu that rough neighborhood regaidingold John Wolf, flu wan feared by his neighbors both from his lawless deods and terrible tcni|Mr- so much so, indeed, that for ears past his little cottage was carefully avoided by every one. And thus, with thh ruflian and outcast for her guardian, bad li.iroara lived aloue, the drudge and slave of the place.

Some of these shifting, uncertain stories had already reached my ears, and that afternoon a warm fewllng of sympathy rose within me as I turned slowly away from the window. I had l»een guilly of speaking harshly to one whose whole life had proven a burden hard to bear, who coula scarcely from her own experience oven know what sunshine meant. I was kinder and more sympathetic for that thought, I believe, during the remainder of the day, and in some, perhaps, was haunted by Barbara's great brown eves and rutiled nair. "She is indeed a strange girl." I thought again to myself, after the school had been dismlssed'and the last straggler had gone. "She is totally different from all the others—-worse, perhaps, iu many ways, yet in some certainly better. I must help her If I can there is a promise of real womanhood there, if it can only be rightly guided and with this final determination within me, I drew ray heavy coat closer around my shoulders and started up the rtad.

The Wolf shanty—for it was little else —looked dilapidated and dismal enough as I turned In through the broken -t hanging hv one rusty hinge* and ra xl softly at the front door, almost hidden myself in the high weeds. After moment's delay ana the rusty creaking of a lo« k, it was rtung open, and llarhara stood before me. Then for the Ural time, as she stood there trained against the shadows behind her, it flashed upon me that this girl was really handsome, with her dark eye* and flushed cheeks. But she gave me no chance for words. "My uncle Is not at home," she said, curtly.

"1 am glad of It," was my quick reply "I d«» not wish your uncle. I called to se* von." "ft! see me?" doubtfully. "Yes, to so* you, and you only. Now, may 1 wine In?" and I ld not wholly reprww a smile at her ev nt wonder.

Mechanically, as If scarcely knowing what t«» do. the $*irl stepr tittle to one aide, and taking adv age of the movement, I entered the miserably furnished room. She followed after me and Hosing the door, stood there as if "xpectinir me to administer a rebi •». None coming. Barbara glanced up f.-J# her old faded dress into my troubled •ace. .. "If vou want to arold me, yon had be** tcr begin." *bf» said, half angwriv.

Perhaps bcr hasty words, full of bittern*** as they were, gave me «x*r-agft-thor certainly reached my heart, for 1 took a step forward, and I know ittv eve* were Ailed with lenderoesa. -My girl, have you never had kind wini*!" 1 aakod.

At the «»uad «f my tofce started in aurprta**.

There was no answer. The girl was lookingdown at the floor now, her cheeks aflame. "I was very hasty this afternoon. I was wrong in threatening to punish jou as I did, before them all, and it has

"Come back—do you truly mean that for me?" she questioned, breathlessly. "Yes, for you, Miss Barbara—is it so wonderful a thing to ask?"

She made no sign, and I went on, with a little feeling of nervousness. "I want yon back among the others, and I want you to look upon me, not as a master, but as a friend, anxious to help you—will you promise to come?"

I was not made to do good,"she said, simply, "but I do truly want to learn something and the door closed between us, and bowing before the rain, I made my way out into the road.

Down the long, bleak hill, ankle deep in mud and water, I trudged to my scarcely less bleak boarding-house, little minding the elements, my thoughts busy with brown eyes and good resolutions. "Poor girl," I remember muttering, as flung aside my wet garments, "she indeed has but few kind words spoken to her and jet how very pretty she is!—I wonder how it will all turn out?"

Perhaps I should have doubted less could I have seen her then—as 1 know about it now—lying in her miserable room, alone in the darkness, and sobbing as if her heart would break.

Barbara was there the next day, in her accustomed seat, her hair smoothed down

flome

Scarcely had I spoken the words when, with a sudden snort of fear, the colt I was driving sprang to one side and started on a run. With the use of all iny strength I succeeded tn holding the excited animal dancing in the air, and peered anxiously forward to team the cause of his T: -{nt. "Whoa Tij,_:! Stand still, sir!" I spoke to the restless animal then called out, "What Is r* ?re?"

Out of tall weeds close beside the road, as if in answer to me, a figure moved quickly—a figure ghostly in the darkness, and scarrelv more than a glimmer of something wbite. colt saw it at the same moment and .^catne unmanageable fron« fright, jumping,plungf- anr -'lylt-c »!••:*of .-y (Ltl I CO 1 BAitOIB cUUw Finally, with a spring of terror, he whirtea in the shafts, vd emu-:-'' wheels, hurled me hi long into the wad. for a moment 1 stunned by the shock of the heavy fall, and lay there wit it movement, as the colt and con niched away then, as if in a dreu^, I felt MUM one kneel in the dirt by my aide, a soft'. »d ay facte. oik tlod, is A low voice spoke the words, and knew its sound.

"Yea, once bat It was so long ago that I "Barbara!" I cried, looking np into her have almost forgotten them. Now, (clear face as she bent over me, a white it of me what do you want of me?" "I came here to-night," I said, quickly and earnestly, "to ask your forgiveness/'

troubled me ever since. I wish yon to I asked looking up eagerly into the bowed come back to the school to-morrow." The dark eyes flashed up Into my face for an instant, as if to read my very thoughts.

I would nave given much just then to [dent

know if there were tears in her beauti- I words, spoke more eloquently than her ful eyes: but it was fast growing dark, lips would dare. 1 lifted myself up beand her voice certainly sounded clear side her, and whispered, earnestly: "Barand firm. I bara, my darling, am not sorry, for it

I hardly know, sir, whether you are I has opened my heart, and I know I love laughing at me or not," she said, stand you."

ing erect before me in the gloom "but I will trust you and come." On the weed-overgrown doorstep, in the silence of a moment later, I held out my band with a last kind work. I felt both of her own close upon it.

And so the days passed away, and the little house, with tho light still streamterm of school was drawing to its close, ing from that one upper window. hile Barbara's bright, beautiful face ontinucd to haunt me more and more. Whether it was right or not, I will not pretend to say, but I can confess now that I gave much of my time to her, and was not a few nights only that we walked up the long hill together. We

grew to lingering at the broken gate, but I It was early for retiring, so I came out he never asked me to come in, though I had long ago learned that old John Wolf was seldom about the house during the day. It was a pleasure to me to watch her'miud develop under my care, to note its firm grasp of new thoughts and aspirations, and its inclination towards higher and purer literature. I loaued her books, and we discussed them together, and thus her dreary girlhood

I did not love tho girl: at least so I remember reasoning within myself when wondering—as I often did —what kind of a wife such a one would rnako but nevertheless I kept being drawn closer and closer to her by every word and act, and by c\erv glimpse I got Into her mind and heiiit. She grew more tendor and thoughtful in those days tho old angry, defiant light came more seldom into her brown eves but her home life was terrible, and I grew to studying more and more upon the problem, how can I leave her alone to war with such

most rapidly developed into noble worn-1 ed, endeavoring not to exhibit any esanhood under a a little sympathy and I pecial interest care. We talked of the great world to- "They call him 'Mr. Talcott," she re-

(ether, and sometimes ot hor own sad I piled. of Wolf's cruelty and his secret In spite of myself I gave a sudden life, of which she knew scarcoly more start at the sound of that name, and nothan his neighbors, but which was grow- ticing it, the girl glanced quickly up ining to bo full of strange interest to me,

surroundings? Thus the months rolled along,until the I and retraced my steps toward the house ohildron noticed much that was going on, with youthful shrewdness. Perhaps my landlady noticed it also, for slio observed to a neighbor in strict confidonco "that it did beat all how that young man staved out nighttf." Possibly she was right, but it was not upon Barbara I was calling, although In those long night vigils I often haunted tho neighborhood of the Wolf shanty, when all its inmates should have been in bed. Tho secret of

it lay In a little slip cut from the columns investigation of its strength. "N of our nearest newspaper, which read. Jack lalcott, we'll try an see "Reports from Washington speuk of a I look like." very dangerous counterfeit ten-dollar bill belngin circulation. It is believed to orlgiuate somewhere iti tho IUld Mountain district, and tho notorious Jack Talcott Is believod to be connected with the gang, but the officers thus far I finally rested, lying at fu have been unable to locate them or get on the track of Talcott." Someway, oy what line of argument I need not stop to show, I had beeome convinced of Wolf's! over tho loose and creaking boards so as connection with this gang, and from It I saw a faint hope for Barbara's freedom. I watched an opportunity to unmask the man for the sake of saving the girl.

night in early spring, a dark, I It waa a small, low room, miserably gloomy night I had been dowu to Edge-I furnished, and lit by one poor oil lamp, wood, tho nearest railway station, and which cast a dim glare over the faces of was on my way home. I was driving a! two men seated opposite each other at a blooded and spirited colt, the property common deal table not overlv clean, of my landlady, and, in spite of bad Between thorn reposed a black bottle and roads and cloudy sky, was making rap-1 two glasses, together with a stack «»f id time. Over the country bridge and I I'nited States bills, evidently fresb from up the long hill 1 drove, the horse in a the press. hurry for his comfortable quarters in The worthy who sat facing more di the stable at home, and his driver hum-1 rectly towards the window had a high, mlng to himself the words of an old I partially bald head, narrow, sloping Scotch love-song. As we mounted the I shoulders, and extremely long, nervous hill on a trot I noticed a bright light hands. His thin, foxy face was partially gleaming from an upper window of the concealed by a heavv black beard. My W a a

One night in early Spring, a dark,

olf shanty, and rubbed my eyes clearer in order to look at it, muttering, ear neatly: "Hullo! Can they be at it, at last, tonight?"

fERRE HAUTE SATURDAY UVENIHTG

mantle twined about her bead and shoulders. She started back at my voiee. "Merciful heaven, was it you?"she exclaimed. "Oh, I am so sorry!—and it was all my fault."

Somehow, I hardly know how, I became possessed of one of her little hands and held it tightly. "Why are you sorry to,see me so!" I

and troubled face. "Because—why, because it was all my fault." "And is that the only reason?"

She was silent, sitting there with her eyes turned away from mine. "Won't you tell me, Barbara?',! persisted, warmly. "Because," and she spoke the words almost in a whisper—"because you are my friend—my only friend."

I could be silent no longer. The truth of my own heart burst over me in a moment. Her downcast eyes, her eviembarrassment, her trembling

"No! Ob, no, you must not—you shall not say it!" she cried out imploringly. She would have added more but I stopi*d her. "Listen to me," I cried, eagerly. "I love y»u truly—I have been learning that lesson for a year—and would make you my wife would take you away from I he and give you a brighter future. I know what you would say— that you are poor, young, uneducated and paremlesH—that I know but little of you or

vour

history. True, but you

know still Smss of mine. It is enough that I iove you. The rest time can rem edy. Baric*-a. will you be my wife?not now,

but

some time in the future?'

and I gaii Hd possession of her hand again. She did 'iot answer, but I could feel her trernb at. my touch, and in the silence I drew her "yet closer, whispering tenderly: "Can you not love me a little?"

Hor ansH-er was spoken very low, but I heard ft-e words, "O. Fred, I do!'' and clasped h- closer in my aims, kissing away the ears in her dark eyes, lost for the moment to everything save .iny

and a little strip of ribbon tied about her I love white throat—more silent and studious It was an hour later, perhaps, when than ever before. I watched her closely I we walk up the dark road togetherbut she gave no sigu of what was in her I lonely iio longer as we talked of the fu mind, except as she worked the harder. I ture—walked slowly on, up towards the

I noticed it again, and asked: "Whatever brought you out aloue on such a night as this?" "Nothing very serious," was the lightspoken answer. "Only Uncle John had a visitor"—I bent lower to catch the words—"and didn't want me around,

for a walk, as I often oo, not expecting, of course, to meet with any one in this lonely road." "In which you were happily disappointed." "Yes, it will never seem lonely any more."

I glanced up once more at the light, new drawing very close. Who—who is the visitor?" I question-

to my faco." "Do y^u know him?" she questioned. I hesitated an instant, debating in my own mind what was best to say—how far I should trust her. "I believe I have heard the name somewhere," I replied, evasively "it has, at least, a familiar sound," ana then spoke carelessly of something else.

At the'doorstep we parted, for I knew better than to expectan invitation with in, and so turned away. She stood there watching me until I had passed beyond the gate, then she entered the house and softly closcd the door.

As I heard its latch catch, I turned

—not straight up to the front entrance this time, but around through the high weeds I carefully picked my way. The light I had noticed came from an uncurtaincd window in tho second story, and I paused a moment to more thoroughly study tho ground. A small porch, lined with lattice-work, stood befor

ore me, and I crept forward and examedit carefully. "You'll do," I muttered, after a brief

heart deal faster, for 1 could not doubt I was looking upon the countenance of the notorious countefeiter, Jack Tklcott.

The other occupant of the room, red with drink and broad of shoulder, was old Wolf, the master of the house. "Well, Wolf, there's the stuff," Talcott safd, 'nting to the pile of bills before him yon understand that yon are to make the same per cent, as yon did handling that last lot?"

The old drunkard nodded silently, •'How is the risk now, anyway?" the leader continued. "Do you have ipuch trouble in getting rid of the stuff?" *'Xo," Wolf growled, rather than spoke, as he refilled his empty glass "that last batch was the best you ever ma

Th chuckled. "Yes, 1 rather outdid myself that time, tHstls a fact. Say, man," cautiously filing of the li *r just poursd out, vent got anything better In the t- -.ee to u.inlt than this pol«-M»—it's that." aod under reath, same time rose su i* to his feet, ©iW""* the na slightly sdy ate r, p.) 1 .r.toanoti i"«r i-t :lt aloneT* al

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"Who are you talking with, out there? Wolf's thick voice answered back, gruffly: "It's nobody but my gal—don't be afraid."

Talcott laughed. Yonr girl," sneeringly. "Come iSS'w, that's a good joke, that is. You don't mean to say that you've got a girl, do you? Trot her out, old man, ana let me have a look at her—maybe I'm looking for a wife—who knows?"

A little noise followed this speech, from the next room—the noise of voices, one pieadii g, the other brutal. "She won't come," Wolf reported, finally. "Oh, yes, she will, if you make her," the other returned, coarsely, elevating his feet on the table. "Come, now, trot her out, 1 say."

The next moment Barbara, closely followed by Wolf, entered the room. The girl advanced a few steps with all the dignity of a queen, her dark eyes blading into Talcott's face and her cheeks red with indignation

The man looked at her in astonishment, and then brought his fist down on the table with a blow that made the glasses jump. "By thunder! old man, I admire your taste." be cried out, and rose to his feet.

Now you must give me a kiss, my dear." If eyes could kill, the look in hers would have killed him then and there. "You had better leave mo alone," she said, quietly enough: but something in the low, clear words made the man stop and look at her. "Got a temper of your own, have you? he sneered. 'Well, so have I, and I in tend to kiss those pretty red lips of yours, my lady."

He sprang forward as he spoke, to clasp his prize but quick as a flash the girl struck him in the face, a cutting, stinging blow that blinded him for a moment. Then Wolf gripped her by the shoulder and swung heragaiust the table. "Treat my friends in that way, will ve! he yelled, savagely, and lifted his great list to strike her down. I oould stand it no longer. With a crash I broke through the window and landed on the floor ueside him. Out went my left arm, with all the power I could throw into it and old Wolf went reeling back against the wall.

Talcott made one hasty step forward, crouching as if to spring, then turned white before the polished tube of my leveled revolver, and sank back into his seat again. "Caught iu a trap!" ho gasped. "Yes, caught fast enough!"—with one arm thrown about the trembling girl. "Now put up your bands, Talcott, my boy," and the counterfeiter made hasto to obey. I turned a little. "Wolf," I said, calmly, "I see some pieces of rope over in that corner—take them and bind your friend's hands and be lively about it, too, for I might get excited and hurt some one."

In another moment Talcott w. secure, and then I performed the same service for Wolf.

Barbara." I whispered, as wo sat there guarding our captives until morning, "this will leave you witbouta home •may I not make one for you?"

She looked up into my earnest face with her clear, truthful eyes, forgetting the strange position, forgetting everything else, and answered: "Fre4 I love you—only let me make ly for that home." what do you mean?" down, with re:l cheeks. :o little. I've had such a poor %ant to go somewhere to

and honored her for it. when this term is done I t—go there to make a home may be a year before it Is all

prepafed, it may bo more, but when I come back for you, will you be ready?" The oil lamp flickered, and its light played in her soft hair as the wind swept in at the broken window. Then she lifted her honest, loving oyns to mine. I felt the pressure of her little hand, and heard her lips say, simply: "Yes, Fred, with Goal's help, I will.

And I have should I?

Now, Mr. what you

look like." I took a moment to examine the revolver I had purchased that very day in Edgewood, and theu carefully, inch by inch, first finding lodgment for hand and foot, I worked slowly upwards until I finally rested, lying at full length on top of the rather rickety old porch. The window was now just before me, but I was along time iu dragging my body over the loose snd creaking boards so ai to look in. Then, carefully keeping be yond the narrow range of light, 1 saw that which caused my eyes to blaze with triumph and excitement.

never doubted. Why

LOG CABIN GRANDMOTHERS.

An Indiana doctor has recently discovered in a common weed whose medicinal qualities have never before been suspected, a, valuable remedy for bowel disorders^

There is nothing particularly strange about this fact. Nothing.

And yet the very simplicity of the new discovery would, with some, seem to throw just doubt upon its piower. To make it oue has only to pour hot water over the leaves of the plant. In its preparation no vast chemical works and appliance* are required.

Is it to be woi.dered at since such plainly prepared remedies are accounted as of such great merit in these days, that such wonderful results attended our grandmothers, whose teas and infusions of roots and herbs and balsams, have exerted so great an influence in the maintenance of health and life?

Certainly not! The greatest pieces of machinery strike us most by their exceeding simplicity.

The secret of the success of grandmother's remedies was their freshness and simplicity. Every autumn found the little Log Cabin abundantly supplied with fresh leaves, roots, herbs and balsams, which were carefully dried and prepared and laid away for use. Dreading to call a doctor because of the ex pensivenees of bis far-made trips, they imdf«

mediately gave attention to the disease and routed it before it had gained a foothold.

The old Log Cabin grandmother, in cap and high tacked gown, and perchance bespectacled in rough silver, her weary feet encased in "hum made" slips, Is the dear sweet nurse who rises to tne view of many a man and woman to-day as the early years of life pass in retrosped.

The secrets of grandmother's medl- Mm Vain* cines were rapidly being forgotten and I the world was not growing in the grace of good health* To restore the lost art of log cabin healing has been for vears the desire of a well known philanthropist in whose ancestral line were eight "goodly physicians" of the old style, men who never saw a medical college save in the woods, nor a "medical dip oma" except that inscribed on the faces of healthy and long lived patients. Much time and tnooay was expended in seen ring the

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