Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 19, Number 41, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 6 April 1889 — Page 2

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THE MAIL.

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

PRACTICAL.

It you lo?o me, ten me so Coal Is very high Fathcr thinks it tent right

You sliould come here ere ry Blgh^ Staying till tho fire is law, .,, Just to cpooa and sigh..... Calling me your "little sweet/

Does not pay for gns: WMicjrour lonely heart may yearn, In the chandeliers there bum Jets that make a thousand feet

O'er tho meter pass. Love, I know, completely Alb life's void gallery

Yet, while these dear moments baste, Think how many dollars waste— Coal and gas and other bills—

Out of father's salary Then, I prithee, dear one, brace! Do but speak the word .f

Else inu.it I to father yield, Else must you vacate the field, Elso must some one take your place— 'Stocks and bonds" preferred. •—Milwaukee Sentinel

The House of a Traitor

Aa yon leave Porte Vecchio, and go on northwest towards the Interior of Corsica, the land rises rapidly, and after three hours' travelling through winding paths, obstructed by hage rocks and often cut by deep ravines, you find yourself on the edge of an extensive maquis. The maquis is the country of the Corsican shepherds and of those who are at enmity with justice. You must know that the Corsican laborer, in order to spare himself the trouble of manuring his fields, set fire to a certain extent of wooded land. So much the worse if the flames spread further than is necessary, but then he is sure to have a fine harvest, when he sows his seed in this soil, fertilized by the ashes of the trees it once bore. The grain reaped and carried away (for they leave the straw, which It would be troublesome to gather), the old roots, which have remained in the earth unconsumed by the flames, shoot forth in the following spring very thick branches, which in a few yaars attain the height of seven or eight feet. It is this kind of heavy underbush that goes by the name of maquis. It is composed of different kind of trees and shrubs, mixed and confounded as the good God plcuses. A man can only open a passage through it axe in hand, and maqnis have been known so thick and bushy that the mountain sheep themselves cannot get through.

If you have killed a man, fly to the maquis of Porto Vecchio, and you will lie thoro in safety, provided with a good gun, powder and ball—do not forget a brown cowled cloak, which will serve as both mattross and covering. The shepherds will giveryon milk and cheese and chestnuts, and you will have nothing to fear from justice, or the relations of the defunct except when you will be ^obliged to go to the town to renew your ammunition.

Mateo Falcone, when I was In Corsica, lived about half a league from this maquis. He wa3 quite rich for that country, living "nobly" in Corsican phrase (that is to say without working himself), from the produce of his flocks, which the shepherds, a kind of nomadic race, pastured here and there in the mountains. When Isaw him, about two years after the ovents I am about to relate he appeared about fifty years old, at the most. Imagino a small, but robust man, with crisp, enrly hair, black as jet, an aquiline nose, thin lips, largo briixht eyes, and a skin of deep tan color. His skill in shooting passed for something extraordinary, even in his country, where there aro so many good shots. For instance, Mateo would never shoot at a mouflon with a gun loaded with buckshot, but at hundred and twenty paces he would kill It, by a ball in the head or shoulders, as he chose. He used his gun as well at night as in the daytime—and they related tho following evidence of his skill, which might appear incredible to one who has not travelled in Corsica. At eighty paces distant alighted candle was placed behind a transparent paper, us large as a plate. He took aim, then the candle was extinguished, and, at the eud of a moment's time, in the most uttey darkness, ho shot and pierced the paper threo times out of four: Endowed with such transcendent merit, Falcone had attained a great reputation. He was Raid to be as good a friend as he was a dangerous enemy, and, besides being neighborly and charitable, he lived in peace with all the world, in the district of Porte Vecchio.

But it was also told of him, when at Corte, where he had married his wife, he had Hd himself in a vigorous manner of a rival, who was as dreaded In war as in love—at least, a certain shot which much surprised this rival, as he was shaving tiefore a little mirror hung to his window, was attributed to Mateo. The affair having died out, Mateo married. His wife had brought him at first three daughters (to his great ra»re), and finally a son whom he named Fortunato. He was the hope of the family, the heir to his name. The girls wens all well married their father could reckon, when needed, upon the daggers and carbines of hits sons-in-law. The boy was only ten years old, but of a promising character.

One fine day in autumn, Mateo went early with his wife to visit one of his flocks in a clearing In the maquis. The little Fortunato desired to go with him, but the clearing was too far off, and. besides, someone must remain to guard tho boose —so the father refused.

He had been gone some hours, and little Fortunato was lying quietly in the sun, gating at the bine mountains and thinking how he was going to dine next Sunday in the town with his uncle, when his meditations were suddenly interrupted by a gun-shot. He jumped up and turned towards the side of the plain, whence proceeded this noise. Several shots followed at irregular intervals, approaching nearer and nearer, till suddenly, in the path which led from (he plain to Mateo's house appeared a man wearing along beard and a pointed cap, such as the mountaineers wore he was corered with rags, and dragged himself painfully along, leaning on his gnn. He had just been ahot in the thigh.

This man was an out law, who, having gone doling the night to buy powder in the i! M» war fell la' ux buscw-.e ot. p-.- je. Alicr a \.worous defence, he had succeeded in making good his retreat, liotly *ued and firing from rock to rock. B* not far in advance of tho s* his wound made it impossible for him to reach the maqnis before being caught.

Hs approached Fortunato and said to him "You are the son of Mateo Falcone?" "Yes," said the boy. "I am Giannetto Sanpiero. The soldiers an after me. Hide me, for I can go bo further." "And what will my father say if I bide you without his permission*" "He will say you have done weU." "Who knows?" "Hide me quickly—they are coming!" "Wait until my father comes back." "Wait! Curses on you! They will be here in five minutes. Come! hide me, or I will kill yon!"

Fortunato replied with the greatest coolness: "Your gun is not loaded, and there are no more cartridges in your belt." "I have my stiletto—" "But can yon run as fast as I can*" and the boy darted off, and placed himself out of the bandit's reach. "You are not Mateo Falconers~son! Will you let me be arrested before the door of your house?"

The child appeared moved with compassion. "What will you give me if I hide you?" he said, drawing nearer. -s

The outlaw tumbled in a leathern pocket, which hung from his belt, and drew from it a five-frauc piece, which he had doubtless saved for the purchase of powder. Fortunato smiled at the sight of the money, and. seizing it, said to Giannetto— "Fear nothing. I will hide you welL"

Then he made great hole iu a heap of straw, or hay, near the house. Giannetto crawled in, and the child covered him up so as to leave him a little air to breathe, without it being possible to suspect, at a basual glance, that this heap of hay could hide a man. Moreover, with a cunning ingenuity worthy of a savage, he caught a cat and her kittens, and placed them, on top of the straw, as if it had not been moved for some time. Finally, noticing traces of blood on the path, he carefully covered them with dust, and then calmly lay down again in the sun.

A few moments after, six men in brown uniforms, with yellow collars, and commanded by an adjutant, were before Mateo's door. The adjutant was a distant relative of Falcone. He was called Teodoro Gamba, an active man, much feared by the outlaws, of whom he had already captured several. "How do you do, little cousin?" said he, smiling, to Fortunato. "How you have grown. Have you seen a man pass here, lately?" "Oh! I am not as big as you, my cousin," said the child with an air of simplicity. "That will come by-and-by. But have you not seen a man pass here? Tell me." "Have I seen a man pass?" "Yes a man with a pointed cap of black velvet, aud a vest embroidered with red and yellow." "A man with a black velvet pointed cap, and a vest embroidered in red and yellow?" "Yes, yes answer quickly, and don't repeat my questions." '•This morning M. le Cure rode by our door on his horse, Picro. He asked me how papa was, and I told him—" "Ha! little villain you are playing the rogue. Tell me, quickly, which way Giannetto went, for it is he I am after, and I am certain he took this path." "Who knows?" "Who knows?" rofcred the adjutant. "I know that you have seen him." "Can one see all the passers-by when one is asleep?" "You were not asleep, good-for-nothing little wretch the gun-shots must have wakened you." "You think, then, my cousin, that your guns make a great noise? My father's carbine makes a much louder noise." "May the devil confound you! I am very sure you have seen Giannetto. Perhaps you have even hidden him. Com rades, go into the house and see if our man is not there. He was dragging along on one foot, and he knows too much, the rogue, to try and reach the maquis while limping in that manner. Besides, the marks of blood stop here." "And what will papa say," asked Fortunato, "when he knows people have entered his house when he was absent?" "Rascal!" said the adjutant, seizing him by tho ear "do you know that I can make you sing another tune? After I have given you twenty blows with the flat of a sword, you will speak." "My fnther is Mateo Falcone," said Fortunato, with emphasis. "Do you know, you little scoundrel, that I can take you away to Corte, or Bastia that I can put you in a dungeon on straw, with chains on your ankles, and I will have you guillotined, if you do not tell me where Giannetto Sanpiero is?*'

The boy burst out laughing at this absurd threat, and repeated, "My father is Mateo Falcone." "Adjutant," said one of the soldiers, in a low tone, "beware of quarrelling with Mateo."

Gamba was evidently embarrassed. He talked in a low voice with his men, who had already searched the house. It was not a lengthy operation, for the cabin of a Corsican contains but a single square room. The furniture consists of table, some benches, a chest or two, and hunting and cooking utensils. Meanwhile the little boy played with the kittens, and seemed to take a malicious joy in the evident confusion of his cousin and the soldiers.

One of the latter approached the heap of straw, and he saw the cat, and carelessly thrust his bayonet into the straw, shrugging his shoulders, as if he felt the precaution was ridiculous. Nothing stirred, and the child's face betrayed not the slightest emotion. The adjutant and his troop were in despair. Already they looked seriously at the plain as if disposed to return whence they came, when their chief, convinced that threats produced no impression on Falcone's son, resolved to make a last ef­

fort, and try the effect* of caresses and bribery. "Little cousin,** be said, "yon seem a very wide-awake fellow you'll make youi mark but yon are playing mi ugly game with me, and if I was not afraid of giving pain to my cousin Mateo, may the devil catch me! bnt I would carry you off with me." "Baft!" said the child. "But when -r cousin Mateo returns, 1 shall relate whole aff.tir to him, and he will whip you till the blood comes for bar*. ing,: r. 6,w

will see—but bold—yon area fine

boy, and I will you a:- thing.** T. W. r, iM.n, will -.ver*** OfS'--\-cr. if JOU v. ilt & 1 «T, ii.-mno!u Will be in tho ra.uj :la, and t*,- ni -1 mow thai ne strong v-40andfilHl idm.*

The adj i' -.nt from Ut pocket a silver watch, worth about ten pounds, and.

observing that eyes of tbe child sparkled as he looked at jf be said to him, holding the watch dangling by steel chain, 'Would yon not be delighted to have a watch like that, banging Wm your neck? Yon wofcld frglk the greets of Porte Vecchio as prond as a peacock, and when people would ask you, 'What's o'clock?' then you could say, 'Look at my watch and find out.'" "When I am a big boy my uncle will give me a watch." "Yes but your uncle's son already has one, not as handsome as this, to be sure, but then he is younger than you."

The child sighed. "Well, do you want this watch little cousin?"

Fortunato, glancing at the watch from the corner of his eye, resembled a cat, to whom you offer a chicken. As it feels yon are joking, it dares not put its paw on the fowl, and from time to time turns away its eyes, so as not to yield to the temptation, but licks its chops every minute and seems to say to its master, "Your joke is a very crnel one.".

However, the adjutant seemed sincere in offering his watch. Fortunato did not stretch out his hand, but said, with a bitter smile, "Why do you joke with me?" "By heaven! I am not joking, only tell me where Giannetto is, and the watch is yours."

Fortunato smiled incredulously, and, fixing his black eyes on those of the adjutant, he tried to read there how much' to believe of what he said. "May I lose my epaiilets!" cried the adjutant, "if I do not give you this watch, provided you do as I ask. My men are witnesses. and I cannot, retract my promise."

As he spoke he held the watch nearer, so that it zilmost touched the child's face. Fortunato showed plainly in his face the straggle in hi? soul between covetousness and the respect due to hospitality. His naked breast heaved violently, and he seemed half-suffocated. However, the watch continued to turn and twist about, and sometimes struck the end of his nose. Finally, little by little, his right hand ro$o slowly toward the watch, the ends of his fingers touched it, and he felt its weight before the adjutant dropped the end of the chain. The dial-pj^ was sky-blue, the.case newly polished, and, in the sun, it shone like fireT The iemptatiofl wps too strong!

Fortunato raised his leCt hand slowly, and pointed with his thumb, over his Ji&tt shoulder, at the heap of straw. The adj utant instantly understood his gesture, lie let go the end of the chain, and Fortunato felt himself sole possessor of watch. He arose with the agility of a'deer, «,acl ran a few steps from the heap of hay, which the soldiers immediately began to overturn. It was not long before a-nmn covered with blood, pouiard ,iu hand, crawled out: but, a^ he tried to rise to his feet, his wounded thigh did not, allow him to standerect. He fell, aud the ailjutai:t threw himself upon him and seized his stiletto, aud he was soou sccurely tied, despite his struggles. Lying on the ground, and bound up like a faggot, Giannetto turned his head toward Fortunato, and hissed, "Son of a dog!" The child tossed back the five-frauc piece Giannetto had given him, feeling that he had Ceased to deserve it but the outlaw paid no atteution to this movement. He said coolly to the adjutant: "My dear Gamba, I cauuot wulfcL you will be forced to carry me to the town!" "You Tan quicker than a squirrel awhile ago," replied the cruel conqueror: "but be easy I am so glad to have caught you that I could carry you for a league on my back without fatigue. Aa for the rest, comrade, we will make you a litter out of some branches and your cloak, and at Crespole's farm we shali find horses." "All right," said the prisoner, "put also a little straw on the litter, that I may lie easier.". ,:y

While the soldierr'were employed, some in making a kind of litter out of branches, and the others in dressing Giannetto's wound, Mateo Falcone and his wife suddenly appeared at the turn of a path which led to the maqnis. The woman walked slowly, bending painfully under the weight of an enormous sack of chestnuts, while her husband strolled by her side, carrying only his two gtfns, one in his hand, the other in his shoulder-belt, for it lis unworthy of a Corsican to carry any burden but his arms.

As he caught sight of the soldiers, his first idea was that they came to arrest him. But why? Had Mateo any trouble with the law? No he enjoyed a good reputation, laut he was also a Corsican and a mountaineer, and there are few such who, in searching their memory, cannot recall some peccadilloes, such as gun-shots, dag-ger-thrusts, and other like trifles. Mateo, more than most men, had a clear conscience in this respect, for more that ten years he had aimed his gun at no man. But he was, however, prudent, and he took a position to make a brave defence, if necessary. "Wife," said he to Guiseppa, "put down your sack and be ready."

She obeyed immediately. He gave her the gun from his shoulder-belt, which might cramp his movements. He then loaded the one he held, and advanced slowly toward his boose, skirting the trees, which bordered the road, ready, at the least hostile demonstration of the soldiers, to throw himself behind the largest trunk, when he could fire under shelter. His wife followed in bis tracks, hiding the spare gun and its cartridge-box—the business of a good housewife is to load her husband's gun in case of a combat.

On the other side of the field, the adjutant was mnch troubled at seeing Mateo advance in this manner, with measured step®, gun in hand, and bis linger on the trigger. "If, perchance," thought be, "Mateo should be a relative of Giannetto, or his friend, and he wished to defend him, the contents of bis two guns could reach us. one after the other, as sure as a letter by tbe post, if be aimed at me, notwithstanding our relationship." In this perplexity, he took a brave resolution, to advance alone toward Mateo, and relate the whole affair to him, accosting him as an old friend bat tbe short distance that separated him from Mateo appeared terribly long. "Ah, my brave comrade," cried he, "how goes it? It is I, Gamba, your oonsin."

Mateo, without replying, had stopped, audi, white the other spoke, slowly raised the barrel of his gun, so that it pointed to the aky, at the instant the adjutant reached hina. "Good-day. comrade," said the adjutant, holding out hi* band: "it is a long time glare I last saw yon." "Sood-day, comrade!**

I came to say bow A) you do, as I p«ned, to you and my good cousin, Peps. W! have made a long journey to-day, bat we r.r.ist not complaia of fatigue, for we have made a famous capture. We have jui(t seisod Giannetto Sanpiexof

fEKRB HATJTE SATTJRPAY EVENDSTG MAIL,

HgPGod be praised 1" cried Guiseppa "he Stole a milch-goat from us last week." I These Words rejoiced Gamba. "Poor devil!" said Mateo, "ha was bun* gry. "Tbe knave fought like a lion." continued the adjutant, somewhat mortified "he killed two of my men, and, not content with that, broke Corporal Chordou's arm —but that is^no great harm he is only a Frenchman. Afterwards, he was hidden so finely that the devil himself could not havfe found him. I should never have discovered hini, hail it not been for my little cousin. Fortunato." "Fortunatol" exclaimed Mateo. "Foriunato," said Gamba "yes, Giannetto was hidden under that neap of straw yonder. But my little cousiu showed me his hiding place. So I will tell his uncle in town, and he can send him a fine present for his trouble. And his name and yours will appear in the report that I shall ppTiri to the attorney-general." "Damnation!" said Mateo, in a thick and husky voice.

They had reached the detachment by this time. Giannetto was already lying on the litter, and ready to depart. When he saw Mateo in Gamba's company, he smiled strangely, then, turning his head toward the door of his house, he spat savagely on the sill, crying: "The house of a traitor!"

Only a man who had Resolved to die would have dared to uso the word "traitor" in connection with Falcone. A stab from a stiletto would have immediately avenged the insult. But Mateo made no other gesture than carrying his hand to his head, as if overcome with grief. Fortunato had gone into tbe house when he saw his father arrive, but he soon reappeared, carrying a bowl of milk, which he offered to the prisoner, his head hanging down. "Away, cur!" cried the outlaw to him. Then: turning to one of the guard, "Comrade," said he, "give me a drink."

The soldier handed him his gourd, and Giannetto drank the water given him by a man with whqm he had just exchanged shots. Afterward, he begged that they would tie his hands so that they were crossed on his breast, instead of having them bonnd behind his back. "I like," said he, "to lie at my ease, They hastened to satisfy him then the adjutant gave the signal of departure, bade adieu to Mateo, who did not reply, and they descended, with rapid steps, toward the plain.

Ten minutes passed before Mateo opened his mouth, The child looked, uneasily, sometimes at. his mother, then at his father, who, leaning on his gun, looked at him with an expression of furious auger. "You begin well,'" said Mateo, finally in a calm voice: but a terrible one to whoever knew the man thoroughly. "My father!" cried tho child, advancing tears in his eyes, as if to throw himself at his knees. But. Mateo cried: "Back!" and he stopped, sobbiug and^ motionless, a few steps from his father. 'fvM

Giuseppa drew near.' She had just per ceived the chain of the watch, one end of which hung from Fortunato's shirt. "Who gave you that watch?" she asked in a severe tone. "My cousiu, the adjutant,"

Falcone seized the watch, and throwing it Violently against a stone, broke it into thousand pieces. "Woman," said he, "is this my child?"

The brown cheeks of Giuseppa turned vSvid scarlet. "rfave a care whut you say. Mateo. Do you remember to whom you speak?" "I ask yott* pardon, wife. This child then, is the first of the race of Falcone whe has been guilty of treachery."

The sobs and tears of Fortunato redoubled, and Mateo kept his lynx eyes sternly fixed upon him. Finally, he struck the butt-end of his gun on the ground, threw it over his shoulder, and took his way towards the maquis, bidding Fortunato follow him. The child obeyed.

Giuseppa ran after Mateo, and seized his arm. "He is your son," said she, in a trembling voice, fixing her black eyes on those of her husband, as if to read there what was passing in his soul. "Leave me," said Mateo "I am his fath er!" %-tr

The mother embraced her son, and en tered the house weeping throwing herseli on her knees before an image of the Virgin, she prayed fervently.

Meanwhile, Falcone walked down the path some two hundred paces, and stopped on reaching a little ravine. He sounded the earth, and found it soft and easy for digging. The spot appeared a favora ble one. "Fortunato," said he, "stand yonder near that great stone."

The child obeyed, and fell on his knees. "Say your prayers," said B'alcone. "My father, my father, do not kill me!" "Say your prayers," repeated Mateo, in a voice which made the child's flesh Creep

The child, sobbing and stammering, ra peated the "Pater Noater" and thf "Credo." At the end of each prayer, thf stern father responded "Amen!" "Are those all the prayers you know?" asked he. "My father, I also know the 'Ave Maria, and the litany my annt taught me." "Repeat them." *&*--

The child finished the litany, in a sinking voice, "Have you finished?" "Ohl my father, forgive me! Mercy! will never do so any more. I will beg my cousin, the adjutant, so hard, hel will release Giannetto."

He was still speaking—Matieo raised his gnn and took aim, saying: "May God pardon you!"

The child made a desperate effort to rise and embrace his father's knees, but it was too late Mateo fired, and Fortunato fell, stone dead.

Without casting A glance at the body, Mateo took his way back to the bouse to get a spade to dig his son's grave. He hail gone bnt a few steps when he met Giuseppa, who was running toward him, alarmed at the noise of the shot. "What have yon done?" she shrieked. "Justice!" "Where is he?" "In tbe ravine. I am going to bury him. He died like a Christian. I made him recite bis prayers. God rest his soul."— TrantiaZedfor the Argonaut, from fhs French of Prosper Mcrlmee.

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Shattered nerves, tired brain. Impure blood, debilitated system, all aro the natural outcome ID the Spring. A mfcdlclne must be used, nnd nothing equals Palne's Celery Compound. We let others praise us—you cannot help believing a disinterested party.

Brigadier-General W. L. Groenleat. Burlington. Vt., writes "1 have used Palne's Celery compound on several occasions, and always with benefit. I-ast Spring, being very much ma down and debilitated, I commenced taking it. Two bottles made me feel like anew man. As a general tonic and spring medicine I do not know of its equal." •«I havo used two bottles of your Palne's Celery Compound, and It has givon entire satisfaction as an appetizer and blood purifier."

T. L. Bkrnbb, Wateitown, Dakota.

Paine's

Celery Compound

is' proscribed by physicians, recommended by drutnrlsts, endorsed by ministers, praised by usenC and guaranteed by the manufacturers, as a spring medicine which will do all that is claimed for It. Use It this spring, and see how quickly it tones you up.

Purifies the Blood.

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Full accounts of wonderful cures made by Palne's Celery Compound after other medicines and the best physicians had failed, seat free. There's nothintr like it. |l.oo. Six for $5.00. Druggists.

VVSLLS, RICHARDSON & Co., Burlington, Vt.

dJamonddyes Simpl*, Jfumbdi, Economical.

LACTATED FOOD ult,conwUucenU relith iL

DRUNKENNESS

Or the itapr Habit. Poaltlvelr Cared ntflterln* Dr. Hatnei' oldea Bpeeifle. It can be given in a cup of coflbe or tea without tbe Knowledge of the person taking it is nbsoluteley harmless, and will effect a permanent and speedy cure, whether tbe patient Is a moderate drinker or an alcoholic wreclc. Thousands of drunkards have been made temperate men who have taken Golden Specific In their coffee without their knowledge and to day believe they quit drinking of their own free will. IT NEVER FAILS. The system once Impregnated with the Speiflc, it becomes an utter Impossibility for the liquor appetite to exist For salt by

Wilt

JAS. E. BOM EH, Druggist,

Cor. 6th and Ohl6 sts., Terre Haute, Ind.

THE POPULAR ROUTK

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CINCINNATI,

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INDIANAPOLIS TERRE HAUTE ST. LOUIS,

LAFAYETTE, and CHICAGO.

The Entire Trains run through Without change, between Cincinnati and Chicago. Pulman Sleepers and elegant Reclining Chair Cars on night trains. Magnificent Parlor Cars on Day Trains.

Trains of Vandalla Line [T. H. A L. Div.J makes close connection at Colfax with C. 1. St. Lb A C. Ry trains for Lafayette A Chicago

Pullman and Wagner Sleeping Cars ana Coaches are ran through without change between St. Louis, Terre Haute and Cincinnati Indianapolis via Bee Line and Big

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Five Trains each way, three trains each way Indianapolis and Cincinnati.

ns each way, dally except Sunday Sunday, between

The Only LinO^rSt^

tlve point for tbe distribution of Southern and Eastern Traffic. The fact that It connects

N. Y.

A T. R'r, with tne (Cincinnati ....... east and Southwest, gives it an advantage over all Its competitors, for no route from Chicago, Lafayette or Indianapolis can maks these connections without compelling pas* sengem to submit to a long and disagreeable Omnlqus transfer for both passengers and rough Ticket* and Baggage Checks to aB Principal Points can be obtained at any Ticket office, C. St. L.4C. Ry, also via this line at ail Coupon Ticket Offices throughout the country. J. H- MARTIN, JOHN EGAN,

Dist. Pass. Art. Gen. Pass. A Tkt. Art. corner Washington Cincinnati,O ana Meridian su Ind'pis.