Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 20, Number 2, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 6 July 1889 — Page 7

'THE UTTLE COAT."

"here's tbe little coat—but obi Where is he we're censured so Don't yon bear as oafllng dear, Back—oome back and uemr fear You may wander where you will. Over orchard, field or hill. You may Idll the birds, or lo Anything that pleases yoot Ah! this empty coat of taia. Every tatter worth a Idaa Efcery stain aa pare instead, As the white stars over bead." "Aod tbo pockets—homes were they Of the little bands that play Now 00 more—but absent, Unas

Beckon us." —James Whitoomb Riley.

ANNORA.

It ii an odd story and a terrible one, but absolutely true. I knew Annora Masters I have stood by ber gravo often and thought how little we know of life or of each other.

I have studied character a good deal. Iam /a novelist, so it has become like second nar tore to me to analyze motives tutd actions. It has been so througb a long life. The habit has only strengthened with added years but in Annora I studied nothing ooukl study nothing.

A country town is a very good plaoe for gaining and adding to knowledge of that sort. Tbo iiihabiUnte, to on extent hardly real ized by puopU who do not know tbem, live in common I mean, they have all known each other and each other's faults and feelings since tbey were children together and the feelings formed then, and the keeu Interest in each other's affairs, last on throAgh middle age and the downhill part of life.

Every one knew Lucy Cherry. Every one in the town liked ber. Most of the young fellows—1 was young then and one of them— did more than like her.

When she came into church on Sunday mornings a look of agonized expectation would come over about thirty faces in the congregation. They all gazed eagerly at Lucy, in tho hope of one glauco from her as she went up the very short part of tho aisle leading to the square pew where the Cherrys sat. Square pews were not gone then. A great mistake it was, surely, that tbey ever did go. Bleep during the sermon is what most of us seerotly wUb for. Under the now arrangement, though, who is bold enough to take it?

Lury would sometime* look up—uot often —during those moments of hor quick walk behind her brother. On whichever side of tbo aisle ber glanco fell, radiant faces were viKible on tho other side a proportionate despair showed itnolf. Had tbey not been in a plnoe where private sentiments are rarely mnnifeftted tho relations between those gentlemen would instantly have become extremely "strained."

It was uot to be wondered at Lucy was very pretty. Browu hair—just tho sort which most become* woman—soft and wavy blue, dark blue eyes, and a tall figure, straight and upright as an arrow. It Is neither here nor there to say thnt I never saw a woman like hor, and had I ever married but how could I when sbo never oven gave a thought to mo? Still the fact intensified my feelings afterward wbeu—but evidently evou the practice I have had is not able to hinder me from telling this story confusedly unless I take care. Well, I am growing old, and it was terrible. I do not half like the task I havo set myself.

One Sunday cams when both sides of the aisle showed only disconsolate countenances. Lucy looked uelthor ou one skle nor the other. She looked on the ground to hide a very pretty blush, and then fixedly on her brother's broad shoulders, as ho, good soul, walked hi front, thinking of nothing less than his sister.

She wasongaged to be married—we had all heard it in tho week—to a doctor, who had recently bought a practice in the town. He had many friends and few enemies, and was deckledly popular. Clever, ho was most certainly* strikingly handsome, and so pleasant to talk with' that ovory one who met him did stop and talk to him.

This is a mnuV praise of a man, so it is not likely to be overdone, and it is hardly likoly that I should have any reason for overpraising the man who won tbo only girl I ever cared for.

No I did not wonder at Lucy, No one did. And they looked so well together—she so sweet and womanly, ho so thoroughly manly and yet so gentle, to give the much abused compound word its real force,

Lucy, perhaps in mercy to u»—perhaps to him—was content with only six weeks' engagement, and their wedding was fixed for New Year's day.

The wmtber that winter was unusually cold and dreary, and on the last day of the old year tUvro was a terrible snowstorm, which 1 anted all day, and only ended just in time to let the clouds roil away from a fiery red sunset. New people oame to town in the middle of tho snowstorm, people who had recently taken one of the few large red brick housm the towu poiwjseod—a really largo bouse, standing in its awn largo, old fashioned gardrn. But evivry one Who knew her —and that was all the town-»-waa so taken up with thinking of Lucy's wvddiug that no one bestowed a thought at the time at what would nt any other have been a great excitement—the arrival of tho new tenants, Annora Masters and her husband. I use the words advtadly, for those two name* could go iu no othor order.

Not untQ next inoruing when I, with several of my friend^ who hardly felt it their happiest day of life, stood in church, watching Lucy's *wvt face and her husband's handsome, manly flgura, did I ev«r think of the new people.

And then I thought of thorn because, among the crowd in the body of the church, I taw a woman whom face haunts u»—will haunt na» till nothing earthly can trouble me longer. Tnll, dark aremed entirely in black, with blaek hair aod eyes which oven through b«r r«U burned witfc a Asabing sort of light If it had Hot be«D imfweible to look at Awvorm Masfcru for mori Uan an instant, I should have Keen able to'kfcow^oemtnly if tlwre wwrwdiy adnll, red light In them, as I fancied, like glowing fins in ber white food 8ho stood among a quantity of towi -opie bat, after I had looked at her, it that tn one but Lucy ami tho tall, dark woman was in tbo church. She was watching Lucy with the** cyea, and I thought, I faftcted, that everything bridal about* Lucy •corned for that moment an asbcxt gray.

Thou Lucy puxawi out of the door into the H»ow, which feO tmt on ber veil. I casta oat, fev\ and Miowwl at a distance, and as Annora Master* wit up the Iligh street and in A: tb? ganfce* door of tho lon* untenanted

I k»?w thnt I hnvo srvn th« new tCT.lUlt. Tt« called ou Anooro Masters. Ev«ry one «akl the same thing, or, ratlwr, no in'i' Rtsf of bar, an*! *.saiy wfeaa j-rws*'*.!, "She dittl JW think f*

Anrs.vra mutt*1*! aooe of th*. calls but Lorn *, *.•! was nilr mm at cfc-orvk, where *su* a which j-nr- Vr ft stnsek trv. ml jitiara Uid «b» kx& tbera 1 mv% bat 1 in a a ii

manner, and peace and goodness seemed at odds with everything about bar. Of her household and housekeeping no one knew anything. Servants tbey had brought with them—two plain, middle aged women. Her we saw beside her when she went xxt on Sunday*. And be want up to lax ion—a journey of onlv twenty mike—evwy iay. Be was supposed to be that indefinable individual, a "business man." At least, be went to London every day till the day we were all shocked aod startled by bearing that Mr. Masters was dead.

Yes—dead—suddenly. LocyV husband went to see him. A London doctor came down, and together tbey carried out the postmortem examination, which was of course insisted an, and to which Annora made not the least objection. They could find nothing, nothing—whatever—to cause death. All was right there was no latent disease, no injury. The man we had seen alive and on Sunday was dead on Tuesday—that all. "From unknown causes," the verdict at the inquest ran.

Lucy in her kindness watt to see Annora Masters after this, "to oomfort her" she said. But apparently Anaora would have no comfort For Lucy, whom I met a few days later, asked me seriously if I had ever teen Annora Masters cloee if I—lowering her voice—thought she was mad?

She bad, Lucy said, grasped her wrists tightly, and said, when Lucy tried to say some of the words her own sweetheart taught her: "Death! Sometimes death brings one what one wants! It is life that is wrong."

Then she broke off suddenly, and, dropping Lucy's hands, begged tor to come and see ber again. "The oddest thing," Lucy went on, "is that Horry is sure he has seen Mrs. Masters before somewhere and cant remember whera He hates her," Lucy said, very low. "I don't— quite like ber. She" "You couldn't, myn

I had forgotten, I someiimeadid, that Lucy was not my darling. The thought was often bad to bear, so I lifted my hat and left her abruptly.

One warm spring day three months later I was passing the old red brick house, when one of the maid servants rushed out hastily, nearly knocking me down. "Oh!" she cried, "come in, sir, do, while I go for tho doctor. Jane's fainted, and mi»trcss, she docs nothing but stand looking at Mrs. Bent and doing nothing to bring her round. Do inako her, sir, for mercy's sUml" "Mrs. Bent!" I said, grasping the woman's arm like a vise. "What is itf Tell me! "She's fainted, sir, and I cout get her round, and mistress—there, sir, let me go."

I did let ber go, rushed up the garden, and unceremoniously indoors and upstairs, into a large room where I saw—what I can see now —Lucy, white, ashen white, lying motionless on the dark rug, and Annora Masters standing by tho mantelpiece, with one arm resting on it, gazing ou the woman at ber feet

I dont know what I did—seized Annora's arm, I think. Still less do I know what I said—words of interne hate and burning angor, I know but when she turned slowly and, with a slow, contemptuous smile on her Ups, looked at me, the flashing red light in hor eyes turned me. to silejoce. I had no more words.

I whoso love, whose passion lay dead there, could say ho more, couid not speak I I knelt down by Lucy and hid my face in my hands. Something so surely made ma kuow that Lucy was dead—gone beyond power of our help—that I never tried to touch or raise the white marble face. And thou—I do not remember anything olse.

I was ill, very ill, for a long time after that When I got well I asked, of course, before anything, about Lucy. Gone, I knew she was but when and how? Heart disease, thoy sold. Heart disease I My darling!

I got strong again slowly—a most annoy ing thing for an activo man, and I could not believe in my own weakness,-

Perhaps my nerves were overstrung atad my perceptions unreliable, one night, when I had 1q 4 sort of bravado walked much farther than I was really able. What am I saying? Overstrung ncrviBftl alfoygpsftl I saw

I was passing an wl Win—Anne's chapel we called it St Wm gaunt and tinoanny in the winter moonlight, wfeicb shone with an unearthly sort of radiance ever everything. Snfetonly I saw, clear qnd bright, in front of the falling, rained^window, two figura»~Qgure* 1 felt »t knew. With a sudden inlpalsa I went bteM^nto the shadow and watched. Ail at one* I knew. The tall, slender, black robed woman was Annora Masters. Even at that distance I could see tho light in those awful eyes.

Tho other, a man whose attitude somehow setuned to me to show reluctance in. every lino, upright and firm though he stood, was —Lucy'shusband Lucy's husband! least every thought of eavesdropping to the winds —was I not, after all, on tho king's highway? —and listened "You will," Annora said. "You do I know you before this—this ridiculously short Ufa" And she laughed more weirdly than words cap say "I—Lttby was my wife, my kwe. I love her stilL* he answered, in an odd, choked

"Yotf^*ve—m«r the ooM. llalin, incisive voioo answered. And I saw it But when I think of it, after all these years, the same shudder comes over mo that I felt then. Then she looked at himHe took her into hisarms—the arms that had held Lucy.

I could bear no more. I never knew how I got home. All tbo way the thought followed, accompanied, haunted ma What was this? Who was this who threw everything aside In thia awful way, and went straight to her own eadft! Was it a woman—or a fiend?

No one ever knaw more than this. How should tfcoyf A room to tho back of the rsd brick bouse, in which Annora often sat, was found 00* morning locked from the inside. The servants were alarmed Doubly ao when they found that their mistress* own room had nearer been entered that night

Tbey sent for help to force the door, and found, fat aa arm chair ckisa to the window, Lucy's timmA Ant through the hMkdL A pistol lay 00 the floor. From it# porittqw it most have fallen from his own right f^-d, which over tho chair.

Be 1 alone wtndow was shut but not fastened, and there was

sign or trace

Of Ant' tk. A s_ kil crumpled note lay

the floor.

It was in his writing, and contained very few ifcw "Iam wrt*~? this at boma,',it ran,"to toll you I oome but what use isi: I know I shall oocn* as swaty a* 1 \&ttk strik«L You will r^ks w-t Bat laarry you I Iw«uldlaait alft

Annora no one erer aaw ttH, years nr\xm evw*~g, lata, ^r owonl l, oobisgr ?—w» h£ !-y Xdttcy—I, earning hoaaa, saw a wvcna&% -.*• tyte*. I went up to it m,d I what bad been Aaootw.- rk r^rvial A£w*f3s@r.

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TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING-

A TRICYCLE STORY.

It was a most aariUug letter. read it aloud to Daphne and me at the breakfast table, and we looked at one another amassment over its most important part, the postscript "You know my girls have been riding a tricycle for some time," Aunt Margaret had itten. "Tbey haw had one with an attachment, so that it can be used by one person or as a tandem—that is, used by two riders. Lately, however, they have been teasing for a new tandem, with certain improvements—about which I dont in the least oaijfrntnnd—and I have bought it on condition that they give the old one to your gtria As you have no horse I know tbey will enjoy it exceedingly." j-t' "Did you ever bear of anything so oharmingr cried Daphne, clasping her hands. "I dont know, dears," said mamma, more doubtfully. "I should be sorry to have 70a undertake anything that might be considered peculiar or unladylika" "Aunt Margaret lets her girls ridel" "Yes, but they are near the city, where the fashion is beginning to spread. I dent see, for my own part why you shouldn't do it, even if you are booted but, girls, I cantbe!p thinking of Uncle Melober."

So did we think of him we thought and npoke of him too often for our peace of mind. Uncle Mel wae rich, and we were very poor. Moreover, the time had come when we needed to go away to school. Mamma had always taught us that it was a mistake toeuppoeetbe world owed us a living. "You have no right to ywir ttnde^ money simply because he has a great deal and you 'But if he have none," she said 1 would lend you a small sum for a beginning, I think you oould work your way at Ellsworth seminary. You would pledge yourselves to repay tt, with interest, when you are old enough to support yourselves^ and though be would be taking a risk, we should all try to make that risk as small as possible."

But when the sobeme was proposed to Uncle MeL, he vetoed it at once and with the utmost vigor. "Go away to school t" cried be. "What for? My mother never studied beyond long division, nor yet my grandmother, and they were good housekeepers and excellent women. You be good, sensible girls and learn to make bread and darn stocking*, and when I'm done with my money, you shall have it all" w»mma after a night's consideration gave her formal sanction to the tricycle, wbicn arrived a day or two later. "But 1 do hope," she said, doubtfully, as she examined its shining wheels and springy seats, "I do hope you wont try to ride fast Perhaps you can be more ladylike about it if you do it slowly."

Such a time as we had in getting started to ride at all! First we made over some old dreesea, lengthening the skirts and relieving them of superfluous tags of trimming which might get caught in the wheels. Then we learned to oil the machine, and finally to manage it The cousins had written that, with its fourth wheel behind, it was a clomsv affair compared with their new three wheeler but we who were used to no lighter means of transportation than the family wheelbarrow, were more than satisfied with oar new steed.

One June afternoon, after a longer ride than usual, we found ourselves near the little oroasroad where Unole Melcber lived. A year before, alter Quarreling with the village authorities, ha had bought a small cottage eight miles from church and store, and had taken up his abode in it, with the pleasing oonsotousness that ha bad withdrawn as tar as possible from the local civilisation. It a dzeary place, but Uncle Mbl Hfeed tt, and Mrs. Simmons, his old housekeeper, tolerated what he choee. "Madge," said Daphne, putting on the brake as we reached the crossroad, "let's go and call on Un«le BSeL ICS only two miles farther." "I wouldnt for worldssaid "H® is sura to scold us for riding Peggy." vr.

MWeO,

we cant help that Be knows

this time that we have the machine, and be well see It Come, and hava it oVer. before Pd be afraidf

might as O/Madge,

For an answer I put my feet down bard on 4. dirts

the pedals, aad started Peggy onward dont like to be dared any more than bops ik. Til go," said I,

Mbut

we must hurry, for

itSgetting lata," We turned into the narrow road, and in due time reached the house. Unele Mel'.was sitting on the plant rsadtner a irtwapapSr, bat after one losg, steady kx« at ns begot up and went indoors.

We had gone too far to retreat, and so we aml sc alighted and walked ap to the bcuse. I "Toll tbem not to bring that thihg afoot Dflarerf came Uocla Mel's voice from the sitting room.

MIf

theyVa a mind to come

in here like decent girls they're weloome, but I wont' have any crazy Janes ridin' bicycles up to my door." Just then Mrs. Simmons appeared in the entry. She was evidently glad we had beard the message, and that she need not repeat it "You jest roll it back a mite," she whispered "You know your uncle's a leetlesoi."

So we meekly trundled poor Peggy behind the big syringa bush, and then walked into the boose with as much oompoeure as we oould summon. "Uncle Mel was sitting tn,his great obair, drumming with his fingers on the table. That was a signal we knew well it meant "Danger l" "What do you mean by ootnin* here 00 that he inquired were riding near here, and so—so we thought we'd call," said Daphne, faintly. "IVe board ail about it," went on Uncle Mel. "Deaoon Tolman says you're the talk of the town, ridin* round on that new fangled steam engine. If you blow up with it it's all you deserra." "It doesnt go by steam, uncta," I ventured •Don't tell ma what It goes hyi 1 dont want to know anything about It The iH break

thing "We

mother's heart

I expect is you'll break your and go to ruin, drvos ridin1 round the coon try*

Just then dear, comforting Mrs. SBmnmns 'There* some bread and milk on the kitchen table," she said, in ber mfldeat tone, and strove to draw us out at the room without attracting his attention. Thai was

ouYewetoome to the bread land milk," be said, "bat ran aint welcome to make* my arendyvoo for each gain* on. Now yon hear to me, 000a far all: dont you bring that thing within a mile of me again wfcO* you have it**

No, sir,* gale? meekly, and w» bastsnwd entailer Mrs. Si Ewo she ted a word of disapproval. "8ti% if yr-r, r-'-tt

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tai- :jeeaatcare in tfcfe dowit bowl of mi

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'Eve* the oow'g too modi tor hhn

sometiiaee. It beats me to think what he'd db if cae or both on ns should be sick at zrigjMt with no hoes, an' no man, and the doctor ^bt mile away."

At that moment wa started and looked at one another. Apparently we had all beard the same thing, a faint "Hallo! baDo!*1 Again it was repeated, and then Mm fthnmom started to her feet "You mark my words, your uncle's dim' the mow for eggs and fell she cried, as she hurried to the door. "Ban, girls, run to the barn! YouYe spryer'n I be."

Wo gathered up our kmg skirts and ran. As we neared the barn the criee grew more distinct, and when we entered the great door, there lay Undo Mel on his back, trying in vain to raise himself from the pQe of rubbish on which be bad fallen. "Are you all deaf*" be asked, as we hurried up to him. "IYe hollered myself hoarse. Now dont go to actin' like a ben with her head cut off," he added, as Mrs. Simmons appeared on the scena "Pre broke every bone in my body, and if you women go to draggin' me round, youll break the rest Girls, you Jest run down to Bun-age's an' tell Eph an' Sam to ootne an' lift me up. Tell fen to send somebody else for the doctor. lro got to lay here."

"Come, Madge!" said Dapbna, taking me by the arm. "I know where the Buirages live. Hun I" She ran into the bouse for our hats and gloves, and by the time I reached ber was wheeling Peggy out from tbe syringa bush. "Jump on!" she cried "Never mind your gloves. Put your best foot foremost"

We rolled out of tbe yard and down tbe dusty road We found that Mrs. Simmons' mile was a long one, but not many minutes had passed when, dry lipped and panting, we rode into tbe Burrages' yard, where a man was pumping water.

Uncle Melcber has fallen in the barn and hurt himself," began Daphne. "Will*you and your brother go and help him opt And will you please give us some water?"

He slowly filled the rusty dipper and passed it to us. "Shot" said be. "Jest what I expected! What's the old coon want to go dimbin' round for, anyway?" "Will vou go now?" insisted Daphne. "He may be dying." "Oh, yes, Til call Eph, and weH fetch up there in the course o' fifteen minutes. But what under the canopy do you call that thing you're rklin' onr' "It's a tricycle," said 'jHaveyou a horse to go for the doctorf -»t "No, I aint, but"

The pedals began to turn, and so did Peggy. I know what Daphne had decided, and I was ready to do my part Out of tbe yard we went, and on until we reached a trlqi little cottage near tbe road. "Bias your father a horse?" called Daphne to a bareheaded and barefooted boy who sat on the fence, gazing at us in what we hoped was admiring awe. 4 "Yup." "Is he at borne—tbe horse, I mean?" "No» he ain't"

On wo went without another word. At the next bouse there was a horse, feeding in a neighboring orchard Daphne gave it one glance. "Madge," said she, "I oould run faster than that bare bones. Are you good for six miles moref' "For twenty I" I cried, with rqare seal than accuracy.

As to the work that followed, lean still declare that I never know anything so wildly exhilarating. Our breath came fast, and our cheeks were burning but we gained on time, and annihilated distance.

Two mora tndnpbant girls could scarcely have been found that day than we, as we rodo up to Dr. Miller's house—and certainly no hearts aver sank lower than obrs when we were told that the doctor had driven away five minutes before. "Ha took tbe road to Greensboro'," said pretty- Mrs. Miller, "but I am almost sure be meant to stop at Mrs. Moore's cottage, about a mile and a half from here." Away we toiled, working almost against hope, for tbe Greensboro* road was terribly sandy. I heard nothing and saw nothing I only breathed

and struggled. Hurrah!" cried Daphna, at last "There's the house, and there's tbe doctor!"

But alas for as! Ha bad Just put tbe weight in the carriage aad was preparing to step in after it Foot power was no longer of use, and wa lifted up oar voksee and shrieked: "DoctorP we called

MA Hi

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Walk!

waitl" He paused, be looked, and tbp day was won. "Well, if you're not two cra^y girls!" bo began, as we rode up to bim but a glance at our faces must have shown him that no spirit of fun had prompted our chaaa "Can you go to Uncle Melcber"s?" I asked, with what breath I had left "He's brofcen ervery bona in his body."

Then Daphne took up tbe tale, and after a brief explanation tbe doctor tamed his horse about "Now, you girls have bad eaemlse enough for one day," said be, "and I shall rtop and tell my wife that yon 11 spend tbe night with us. Then, after I've seen your uncle, IU drive round and explain everything to your mother. Good-by." "Shall wef" asked Daphne, when be had gone. "We must—or lie down andoover ourselves with leaves. I dont believe I could rkte five miles more to save the nation."

Then we toiled back tbroogh tbe sand to the doctor's bouse, and sweet Mrs. Miller gave us a royal welcome. When the doctor caaae home be brought the newt that Uncle Mel had broken a leg, and that mamma hau been sent for to nurse him. "And you are to pack tip voar dothee and ask one cf the neighbors to take you over thera, also," be saki, adding with a demure twinkle of the eye, "Though what your mother wants you tor I cant imagine, unless it's to ride on errands and chase inoffensive doctors about town."

Uncle 1M was !H for mmay a kmg week, and wa bad a dull and quiet time in taking care of bim. One day in August, as manrnia was sitting with him, be said, nddanly, "Call in tbem glrlsP

Wa appeared, a little doubtful of oar re-

°e^Tbe"doctor says if tt badnt ha' been for your ridin'on that thing I should ha'bean woss off *u I was," he began, abruptly. "Where is itf" "At bome, uncle," said "You toki as ft wacnt to come within a mfla'1 "There, there, dont twit!" said ha "Do yon want to go to sobootf" •O uwleP itf me! Pta fain" to out of her boose aod ttve too old to be so fur away

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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 Lung Troubles. Was given ut by doctors. Am now in best of health. Try it. Sample bottles free at Carl Krietenstien's Drug Store, s. w. oorner 4th and Ohio streets. 6 1$

The Mother's Friend

Not only shortens labor and lessens pain but greatly diminishes the danger to life of both mother and child if used a few months before confinement. Write to The Bradfield Regulator Co., Atlanta. Ga. Sold by J. E. Somes, 5th and Ohio. 50-4w

P* Bucklen's Arnica Salve. The Best Salve in the world for Cuts, Bruises, Bores, uioers, Salt Rheum. Fever Bores, Tetter, Chappod Hands, Chilblains, Corns, and all skin eruptions, and positively cures Piles, or no pay required. It is guaranteed to give perfect satisfaction, or money refunded. 8S0. per box. For sMe by Carl Krietenstein, 8. W Oor. 4th and Ohio. 1

Loose's Bad Olovar Pills Oura Slok Headache, Dyspepsia, Indigestion. Constipation, 25c per Box, 5 Boxes for fl. For sale by J. a C. Baur.

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An old physician, retired from practice, having had placed in his hands by an East India missionary the formula of a simple vegetable remedy for the speedy and permanent cure of Consumption, Bronchitis, Catarrh, Asthma and all throat and Lung Affections, also a positive and radical cure for Nervous Debility and all Nervous Complaints after having tested its wonderful curative powers in thousands of cases, has felt it his duty to make It known to bid suffering fellows. Actuated by this motive and a desire to relieve human suffering. I will send free of charge,to all who desire it, this recipe, in German, French or English, with full directions for preparing and using. Bent by mail by addressing wltn stamp, naming this paper. W. A. NOYES, 149 Power's Block, Roch ester, N. Y. nov. ld-eow

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the Threshing Machines then in use were almost whollyJ ol the class known as the Endless Apron" style. Then it was that Nichols & Shepard, of Battle Creek, Mich.,inventcdandbegaa to develop an entirely new and novel style of Grain Thresher and Separator,which they very appropriately named the "Vibrator.'*

It was a revolution in Threshing Machines, and from a small beginning of five machines in 1858 they soon reached a product of 1,000 yearly.

Their Vibrator drove the Endless Apron" machine out of market, and all other makers copied it as closely as they dared. Today all Threshing Machines of any reputation or merit use the principles of the old Vibrator. Nichols & Shepard have continued in the business without change of name, location, or management and during the past three years have brought out and developed another new Threshing Machine for grain and seeds, as superior to all existing machines as their former wasjto the Endless Apron.' They name this new and improved Thresher

VIBRATOR

and predict as great a revolution in the trade, and as complete success over all rivals as they had thirty-one years ago. If you are interested as a Farmer or Thresh* erman, write for particulars, which they send free. Address

NICHOLS & SHEPARD. BATTLE CREEK, MICH.

KILMER'S

O110 of every live wo curt hns ponio form of Heart bixonsc, find Istn constant dnmror -f Ai'uploxy. Shock or Sudden Do:ah 1 iin* l.cUiii.y R'uwici*, relieves, c"rrrcia niia cures. trPreparod Dr. Kilmer*! DwrKNVAitv, llttitrhnmtmi, S, Y. l*t t4*r

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DR. E. C. West'S NSTRVB AM BRA11* TEBATmbnt, a guaranteed specific for Hysteria, Dizziness, Convulsions, Fits, Nervous Neuralgia, Headache, Nervous Prostration caused by the use of alcohol or tobacco, Wakefulness, Mental Depression, Softening of the Brain resulUug in insanity and leading to misery, decay and death, Premature Old Age, Barrenness, Loss of Power in either sex, Involuntary Losses and Bpermotorrhnpe caused by over-indulgence. Each box contain* one month's treatment. 91.00 a box, or six boxea for 95.00, sent by mail prepaid on receipt of price.

WE GUARANTEE SIX BOXES To cure any case With each order received by us for six boxes, accompanied with 96.00, we will send the purchases our written guaran tee to refund the money if tho treatment does not effect cure. Guarantees issued only by J. A. C. Baur, druggists, sole agents, corner Seventh and Wabash Avenue, Terra Haute, tad.

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