Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 20, Number 12, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 14 September 1889 — Page 7

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PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

[PermtMioo of the Weekly Novelist.]

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Or, The Fair Plotter of the Cabin.

BY T. C. HAKBAtJCH.

CHAPTER XII. THE HECOWD HECKBT.

'/What on earth was that? A* surely -p I stand here, Dirck, it was the wild cry of a man!'' "It came from the swinging bridge, i, if I am not mistaken." 'Wait till I get the iantein! On «ecbtu\ thought, mebbe they don't want us d/wn there." "Get the lantern, anyhow, and see if the girl's asleep."

Mark Blount turned from the man with whom be had been conversing at Lis own door in low tones for the Hast few minute*, aud took his dark lantern i(»m iu« place on the wall.

Then he put hi* ear to Rosy door and steiud alien lively a few seconds, after ward rejoining bis friend on tlp**oe. "The girl's in nod-land," he said, with a smile, as he crossed the threshold and fthut the portal noiselessly. "Look here, Dirck, I don't know about going down to the bridge after all, mebbe it

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didn't I hear it, too?" was the answer. "I haven't been seeing spooks and hearing strange noises since we fixed the Man In Gray/' _.t

him? Are you certain of that?"

Dirck Peters stopped and stared into Mark Blount's face, which, Just at that moment, was in a ray of moonlight, and vhite as a shrowd. "Sometimes I think yqu are going mad, Mark," be said. "I hope not bat "What have yott seen? Tell me. Hardy ha* been seeing ghost*, too.' "He has?" "That's what he says/' "Where—when?" "That's immaterial," was the response "but what have you seen?"

Mark Blount shuddered as he looked around. Then he glided to his companion's side and lowered his voice, but it rem Died still. ., ... .. "Three times I've seen him," he said: "three times, Dirck twice in Luray and tine very near the furnace. The last time was after night. He looked Just like he used to, only he didn't wear his gray clothes. His eyes were as steady as before. I'd swear to all this, Dirck!'

Peters listened, with an incredulous smile on his face, and his eyes shot a look of contempt at the man who was trembling before him. "Mark, I don like to dispute your word," he said, at last "but you were there. You did not grapple with him in the narrow ooridor as he was trying to heat us to the opening at the spring but atou saw the sequel—you saw the iron doors of the big furnaoe fly open, and then close upon him!" "'And you heard bis last words! said Mark, boldly. "You heard him swear that he would come again and condemn all of us." "Pshaw!"sneered Dirck "did we let him out? Didn't we stand there till the beat of the furnace made the doors redhot, and then didn't we open them to see him orutnble to ashes?"

The old mountaineer shuddered. "And yet, In spite of all this, you and Hardy say that he has come to life and is in these parts again? Mark Blount, we must have no more of this It will demoralise the rest. Now, we are making money hand over fist. No detec tlves to bother us, the order prosperous, and so on. What has got Into Jack?" "I hardly know." "I do! I am not prepared to say whether or not be Intends to turn traitor not that, but he's left us. There's a twotnun in the case." "Ah!" "8he's asleep yonder, too/' "Hoxy?" "Yes, Mark. Jaok loves your claugh ter he Is all wrapped up In ner. I don't blame him, for she's a girl that would make anvyoung man proud. He thinks that we ain't making an houest living making silver dollars In these hills with out government license, and be has quit us to ga'n Roxy and to be what he calls an 'honest man.' What do you think, Mark? You know what we talked about In secret caucus the other night—toe committee we appointed, ana so on. Everything's against Jack} hs's be#n noting suspiciously of late. Would you ilke for him to marry Roxy?"

The question was direct, but the an swer did not tarry. "I would not. There's something more than a common man's hand for Roxy. I never liked Jaok, for many reasons. When I retire, I intend to leave hese parts, and take Roxy some place here she'll shine In society, marry rich nd be a lady." llrrk Peter* smiled. "Then you don't care If the committee has preventea Jack from betraying us?" "I stand by the order." "That's right keep with It, Don't let your Imagination get the better of you. The Man in Gray Is dead! He was a fool to Invade the chamber as be did, nod be

fow,what

it he deserved—the furnaoe. come on." Again the two men moved on, Dirck Peters in the lead.

When he stopped, he stood on the spot where one end of the foot-log had reeled. "Look!" he said, turning to Mark. "It A* gone!"

Rlount did not reply, but stared at the vacant spot to which his companion pointed. "Shall we down?" "Just as yoa say, Dirck." "Perbape we'd oetter."

Hastening to the right, the two men found a natural stairway, rough and narrow, that led to the bed of the torrent that poured through the ohaarn, and Peters, by dint of labor, lighted the lantern.

They could hear nothing but the roar of the water. The rocky culls that tow«red above were lost sight of in the spray

and mist that rose from the torrent, thus rendering the spot one of the gloomiest nature.

Dashed with water, the two crept along the narrow shore, as tf searching tor something precious.

All at once a low cry from Peters attracted Blount's attention. "Here* one end of the log and a potion of the rail,** be said, as Mark car up. "it has lodged against these racks,'* ^Pull It "'V

who dared to crawl out on the bridge and saw it? I wouldn't have done it for round million." "Nor I, reckless as I am," was the response "but what's that out yonder on the rocks? By Jove! it's a hat, and It will disappear in a minute!"

The last word was still on Peters' lipe when, regardless of the torrent, he dashed forward and snatched from the rocks the object that bad caught his eyes. "Look at that!" he ssld, handing it to Blount.

The mountaineer took it, and for moment held it in the light of the lantern. "My eyes! it is Jack's cap!" be ejacu lated, looking up at last. "Or course it is," said Peters, calmly "The mystery of the cry la solved. Our mission is ended." "But this cap?" "Oh, toss it out yonder, and let us leave the place."

Mark Blount obeyed, and the cai flung far from his nands, fell silently among the seetblns waters. "We must not breathe a word of this, Mark we weren't on the committee. They knew that Jack was going to betray the brotherhood, and so they killed him. It's a bard word for me to say, for he's been my bed-fellow for seven years but law is law traitors must be punish ed with death!" If "That's right," coincided Blount.

Leaving Jack Grumble to bis fate, the two men went up the rocky stair and waikrd away.

Jt was now near midnight, and Blount as be bade his companion adieu, hurried toward his own cabin with strange thoughts in his mind.

He never liked Jack Grumble although he had tolerated bis visit! to his cabio Now he was out of the road, and Roxy would marry some rich man when they had left the mountains.

He wondered if she bad ever en couraged Jack. He finally resolved to question her In the morning. .. "What this?" he suddenly cried, his lantern revealed somothiug glittering at one side of the mountain path, aud the next moment be was staring at the object, which he had lifted from the ground.

It was a saw, and clinging to the teeth were minute particles of wood. Something unusual must have attracted the mountaineer's attention, for bis eyes dilated as he gazed, and he almost shrieked when he brought the lnstru ment nearer his face. "Merciful Heaven! it belongs to me!" he grasped. "This Is the saw that fixed the trap tbat killed Jack Grumble but why vboBld the committer steal It from me for tbat purpose? Wo have saws at the furnaoe, several of them but they must take mine—why? To fasten the crime on me? No, no! The mystery grows. I cannot fathom it. I In the name of mercy, what does this mean?"

Mark Blount's Angers had nulled some particles of wool, like the fraying of a abawl, from the teeth nearest the handle and the saw fell from his nerveless hand as beexsmiued them. "Mixed up in oue crime, she must go to another? he wildly cried. "There I* but one shawl of this kind in sll this district, and I bought it, with good money, too! What has got into the girl? She's Wind to drag me to ruin. Instead of the rich husband tbat I'm going to get for her, she persists in crime. Here's enough to hang her, and I'll confront her with this evidence, and that right

Snatching up the saw, Mark Blount rushed through the wood and bounded into bis cabin.

He looted into msdanni jtnr nitare of the tiger flashed in his eyes as he tore open the door of Roxy's room, and held the lantern above his nead. "Well, murderess!" he cried. "I've brought you the saw that killed Jaok Grumble and here, too, are the shreds abrupt, on«

for the light, owed

His pause was ermealing the little onamber, show him that It was tenantlesii.

Mark Blount ground hits teeth In rage and started back. "Tartarus take her!" he cried. "Sbe heard me coming and guessed all. This is the seoond secret of bora that I have discovered, and

There was a man standing in the door-

Mark Blount advanoed to greet him but recoiled, with a loud, cry of terror, and the lantern almost fell from, his band. "Ghost, fiend "Not by any means, friend Blount!" was the quiet interruption. "I crave a few words with you on an Important subject."

The mountaineer could not speak He stood like a statue of terror before his visitor, around whose lips played a faint but triumphant smile

To Mark, he was the ghost of the Men In Gray.

CHAPTER XHt

DEATH VISITS TUB CAM?*.

Cold sweat came out on Mark Blount's temples as he confronted the nocturnal visitor, whom he would have sworn bad risen from the deed to call him to judgement.

He could not be mistaken. There was the same wiry frame, the steely eyes, and most terrible of ail, the suit of gray!

Theodore Bramble, the murdered pros pector, had come back from the land of spirits!

On what other mission wonlu Tie come but one of vengeance—sirift, sure and terrible?

The mountaineer recalled the scene which we have witnessed in the judgement hall of the Brethren of the Velvet Mask he heard once mote the struggle thst took place in the dark corridors saw the doom of the captive, and heard with renewed horror, the awful clang of the furnace doom!

All this before the apiparatton spoke •gain. "There is a chair behind yon. If standing is unpleasant," the visitor said, continuing.

Mark Blount dropped into it With a *1"WeU, I've eome back." '. I "Yoa said yoa would," gasped the counterfeiter.

Did 1?** and the man smiled. "I have always tried to keen my word. With me, duty is duty. Villains, murderer*, baffle me for a while, but I always reach the end of the traiL Yoa knew me, Mark Blount, yoo there?" •I wish 1 oould forget It.

ho so do came froi

4Ho,

DlivkPt: was equal to the task, and in a very short t! the flatal brldi^a, or oat swtelity. How many a part of It, lay Uiors them. I H«e are w£Ungmat» "Hers Is where it broke—perted I* the to tain. me tbeltot—on cpnter." -r perU. Pm b*re to m*"So: look at it closer, Mark. 2t has, 2*ngr* been 'Axed.* and the rati, too.* I

Blount we *.*•?• rrdo'rv* i—, ^..eosd on the_ "It was* v..***.' 4, V* •'.V '.-.I S1 hi* Strength, ''t and shuddering. "Where Is the man I hie chair and went 4. •v*

where do you

ho eo do I. Now

think came from?" There was no reply. TIn man glided ms the room and stood over the frightened mountaineer. "I am here tor a porpoee," was the whispered sentence that ranched Blount* -mu "Betray me, attention my words my visit, and 111 grace the gallow*

FYom the furnaoe!**

mMM

StSilSii!

"Nowgo ahead begin with the leader and end with yourself," was the stern command.

For several minatee no now was heard in the cabin, save the doleful scratching of- the pen as it moved across

M»r&MMonnt looked like a dead man, whose hand was moved by some unnatural agency bat he wrote as rapidly as possible he wanted to get rid of his visitor.

At last he finished. A hand descended over his shoulder and took up his work. "They're all heref" "All.* "Where's Jack Jumble? You have omitted him." "We had no such man with us." "Grumble, then. Ah, tbat is the name! Where is he?"

Mark Blount hesitated, but at last he said: "He's dead!" "Dead? He was alive this morning." "I see that I need not conceal anything from yon. Jack Grumble is dead. Our committee of safety killed him tonight we discovered that he was going to Detray us." "Your committee? Are you sure of that?"

Mark thought of the tell-tale saw, the woolen fraying*—Roxy. "I am," he said.

Hie man folded the paper and thrust it into his pocket beneath the breast of his gray coat. "You've done me a service,H he said. "I will see that you are rewarded. Keep my words, Mark Blount not a word to any of the brethren about this. Open your mouth and the gallows shall be your doom!"

The visitor was at the door, and as Blount turned to take one more look at him, be said "Good-night," in a tone that contained no little sarcasm, and disappc ared almost as suddenly as If the earth had opened and swallowed him.

For many minutes the half dead mountaineer did not move. When he left bis seat it was as if volition bad suddenly returned, for he sprang forward and shut the door. "He said he would come back and he is here!" he exclaimed wildly. "They lie who say tbat there are no ghosts! I have seen one, heard him speak, conversed with him. I've given him the names of all who wear the velvet mask the order is doomed they must answer for the highest of crimes. Now what shall I do?—etay here and run my chances—rely on the voice—the promise of a phantom. The fool I, if I do! That's the way it strikes me. If it wasn't for HoxyFSf g*--go (Me uiluute. She hasn't gone for good. She's hid in somewhere waiting lor my anger tooool I'll wait for her here. Mebbo she didn't hear me coining back, after all. Roxy. I don't know who's in the greatest dilemma, you or I! I begin to see my rlohee

em ma, ana your rich husband fadini away and what is*- ooming in his placer The gallows?"

With a deep groan Mark Blount staggered back ana sank into a chair. There he appeared to fall asleep, for his bearded cnin dropped upon his breast and he became motionless.

An hour slipped oyer this tableau, revealed by the light of the lantern that still burned on the table.

At the end of that time the cabin door opened, and Roxy came stealthily In. "He's waiting for me probably," she said as she stopped and gazed at her father. "Ah, my heart! if he knew where I have been he wouldn't sleep so peaoefu lly. I'll arouse him and——"

A Htaftli ng CTy and I «wirt jtfbOtlr for the saw glistened beside the sleeper's chair!

Roxy stood like a statue of indecision for several minutes in the center of the room.

When she looked up and once more regarded her father, to her supprlse she saw that her cry had not aroused him.

Gliding forward, she snatched the safer from the Aoor and hung it on a peg driven in tiie wall.

Then she touched her father. "Father! I am back now and yon pan go to bed. There's ooflbe left over sinee supper, and if you wtmt it warmed 1111 gladly fix it for you."

There was no response not a quiver swept Mark Blount's barly frame. The color that had begun to return

upturned

ed back. The mountaineer was dead! If Roxy. the plotter, had known wLst bad passed in tbat little room a few minutee before her arrival, she migbt have murmured as she gased on her father: "Better this than the gallows!" "He died with my secret untold," she said, "for I am convinced that he found mv saw where I lost it in the woods."

The next minnte she was at her father's side only to confirm her first belief —that the grim monster had stricken him!

A few minutes later a women went down the path that led toward the furnace from Mark Blount's cabin. It was Roxy.

When the daylight shot iis first arrows over the eastern horizon she came back, accompanied by two men.

They entered the oabin and laid the mountaineer tenderly on his hard cot. As they performed this work the son came up and peeped into the hut.

Roxy, with her lips firm set, but with her eyes moist with tears, lenta helping hand to the two men. Only once she started, and then it was at tne sound of a name which one of the men had whispered to the other.

It was the name of Jack Grumble^ the man who had made love to her only to be rejected for his pains.

At last the task or the two waa cometed bat one paused on the threshold Mid motioned his companion to go oat.

Roxy," he said, approaching her, "this is terrible. 1%11 me all again, how yoa found him—everything." "It is a abort story, Cecil," she answered, and then proceeded to narrate the story as she knew it of her father's death.

A* she finished, he gave her a strange look. Roxy, now that he Is dead, answer me truly. Did be know tbat—you know what I mean.

No! I am the only witness," she said. *Tbe only one?" he said, relieved.

4Yee."

'And you win keep the secret -keep it forever?" "Till I die!" "I am going to believe that, Roxy Blount. I can repay yoa in mate ways than one. Now let me tell yoa something."

Roxy startedhuid held her breath. She fixed her eyes upon CMS Graybar with Intense eagerness. "I have won a victory," he said, with an air of triumph. "Alt* Morril to going to become my wife."

She shuddered, yet her eyes lit an with Joy "Heft yoa bm her promise?" she ssfr w* "I am satisfied with what 1 have," he sr.jswered. *When '.l OwHf»

TEKRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MATT1

"Before many weeks—ay, before May has departed." "I wish yoo well. I always did, yon know. But, Cecil, where think yon he is?''

Roxy held her breath for his reply. "No one knows, but somewhere in the South making' love to a southern damsel, may bap.

Roxy Blount started, grew white as if an arrow had pierced her. "Do you—Cecil, do you really think so?" she gasped. "Pardon me, Roxy. I aid not mean to woand you!" be said, hastily. "He'll come back, I think, but until after we're married. There, that brings the color back to your cheeks."

A minute afterward the beautiful plotter of the mountain cabin was the only living person beneath Its roof. "Lenox Espray will come back!" she cried. "Nobody stands between us now, for, Alta Morril, I look upon you as good as the wife of Cecil Graybar. I loved him once—maybe some of the old love remains—but I give him to you while I take in exchange the man whom I have sworn to win."

As for Cecil Graybar, he joined his companion, whom be tapped on the shoulder us he came up. "The girl didn't murmur, Hardy," he said, with alight laugh. "She gave me up without a word." [To be Contx*Hed~\

Fmr MM! UM Cold Bath.

The most rapid and certain way of abstracting hsat from the body is by the oold bath. Within a few years this has been extensively used in the treatment of typhoid fever. Ik is, however, by no —sane new. In 1717 Dr. William Wright, who afterward became president of the College of Phyridans, Edinburgh, was attacked with fever on shipboard. On the fifth day he caused hirwjf to be douched with odd salt water, and eontinaed this repeatedly tor several days with the happiest results. A tow years later (1787-98} the celebrated Dr. Carrie employed the oold bath in 163 recorded casee offerer. Recent statistics compiled by Dr. Simon Baroch are simply astounding in their results.

In 2, USO cases of typhoid fever, collected from varices sources by Brand, which were treated with "strict cold baths" before the fifth day, there did not occur a single death. In 13,612 cases under different methods of treatment, collected by Mnrchisoo, the rate of mortality waa 18.62 per eent The revival of the treatment of typhoid fever by the eold bath dates from a publication by Dr. Brand in 1861. The routine of this treatment Is to immerse the patient in a bath, at a temper ator* of (30 degrees, for fifteen minutes every thl%e hours, so long as his temperature is as high as 108 degree* It is, of course, tied that patients be placed in the bath and removed from the beth to the bed with the least poosible fatigue—Forum."

Abolish XMUrnlaf Clothes.

Much might be done toward abolishing the custom of mourning by means of arbitrary methods of clothing tf people, when making their wills, would add a tow effect tbat they wished their make no change in tfteir dime, writei Lady Habbertou in The Woman's World. It is quite impossible to beBeve that any one can derive pleasure from the thought that his or her death will entail a certain amount of diecomfort oe their deareet friends. True grief would also be more fittingly ehown by people going about in their quiet, every day gar mants than by suddenly budding out tn fresh dreeeee.

WOOD FIMHING

words to the reUmree to writee Lady

IMs Would also have fee advantage of doing away with the absurdity of seeing people who, though relations in blood, are, in reality, strangers, pretending to be distrsssed by the demise of relatives they have either never seen or at least not known, in the oommon acceptation of the term. Why a pretensefof mourning, under these eircmnstancea, Is considered so peculiarly gratiMng and consolatory to the Immediate famffy is one of thoee things tbat must torever remain mystery and though there is every reason why those who have lost one who is dear to themshbuld be left in peace until time toe somewhat deadened the pain of grief, there is no'feason why a system should be upheld which practically saerifioes the living to the

The Bachelor OM.

It ismoro or tear fun in this world to be a girL Even being a workiDg girt, and a hard working girt at that, is not enough to rub off the bloom, providing she only t^kes things in a nice, manly «Jrt of a way. Everything comes to him who waits, but he who waits grao&fuH$r and pleasure has a deal more fun. Girls all wait for husbands, bet the girls who sfng—ev»m the girls who whistle—while they wait, are Just th+t much more attractive.

The bachelor girl ought always to bear one thing itLttind. "It gives one a stilf neck and awry lace with wrinkles on it to look too long over one's shoulder." Vbe bachelor ri who isnt,shsolutely awrss to soaie day let should keep her conliver and her forehead dear. "Get thy qpindle and thy distaff ready, and God will send thee flax," says the old proy-

A revived edition might well read. "Get thy heart and thy life leady. and Goo will send thee a husbandf—Leslie's News l*P«' .:1Mte ihm Lahetet Straight.

I was called to ese Miss Wank today, and the Is suffering from a poisonous dose of lobster and ice cream—not so ssrioosly notsoosd that it was necessary to ass a stomach pump, but poisoned enough to make her very ill And now I want to tell you what everybody doemt know, but what everybody ought to know. Lobster and milk, whan taken together, form a combination of a poisonous oat***, and lobster taken with any form or preparation of milk is very pernidous in its effect on the bowsis. Beware of the lobster, but if you must tabs Mm, take him straight —Physician tn Boston Glotoa.

A Bartford clergyman teOs this aanodote* JKarly in life, while occupying another charge, be invited a clergyman whom the unregensrete would call conceited and dull to preach in Us pulpit. During the serineu our Hartfwd preacher doaed away hi tbe sweet aid way till be was suddenly called an to ooprtnda the service with prayer. Accustomed to regard himself as the humblest of creator^ instruments, and tongettlngthat he had not delivered the sermon, he negto with: "We bseeech thee to acoegrt the weak and feeble effort that has been a lf eesui to thee and more richly to eadowthy ssrvant tn the graces be so greatly leeka.*—Hsrttord

Ttw Bee* AAvntMsf. 7

Hie most efficient adyertiaing ia behalf of Hood% 8arsaperilla ie that which oomes from the medicine Itself. Tbat sneak to turn urg« othen to try this luqjessful medidne. Thna the cirole of Its pooelarity is rapidly widening from this cenee alone, and more and more are becoming enthusiastic in behalf of Hoodfti aaraapeuilla ae it eetnaUjr denoMtratae its ahaolute merit. All that Is •eked for Hood's asrssperllfa is that It

be givee a fair trial. If you need a good

event lake place, I blood purtflar, or building up medk&ae, I try Hood's Sarsaperilta.

«The Mtoileetj Thst Pays.

An advertisement appeared in The Star calling for a first class man to assume charge of the advertising department of a daily paper. The ad. was signed "Hustler." Yeeteniay I met the gentleman on Wall street who inserted the advertisement. He stopped me and said: "I have something rather novel to show yoo." He thrust his hand into his pocket and drew forth several letters, which he said were culled from eighty answer*. One of them I give below as a sample of the modesty of the New York advertising agent:

Sm—1 would respectfully inqoire what you have to offer a first class man: oue who takes water from nobody when It comes to getting "ads." 1 ant a born boomer, have and make a good "front." Got the nerve of a Uon and never take no for an answer. If tt was not for my modesty I would say that I am champion of champions, bat I must leave that for others tossy. Now, you may think I am too modest for the position you offer, but dout let that worry you. It's a mistake. I will say if you grant me a personal interview that will settle it we will do businee" together. Yours truly, Cbu T— W—.

Upon receipt of above the gentleman immediately penned the following: OoL W J&iS*

I have for many weaiy yean been looking for a modest man to run the advertising department at this paper. I think I have found him in you. Drop in and see me at your convenience.

Tours, S M. B—. "Well,"- said the gentleman, after I h&d read both letters, "he called, and his appearance was in keeping with the tone of his letter. He had the good 'front,' and his cheek would have made a bronse image blush. I engaged him on the spot, and guaranteed him $40 a week."

That's the sort of modesty that pays in this busy world.—New York Star.

Kight Terrors in Children.

Mentally active children of high strung nervous system occasionally suffer from what are termed "night terrors." These paroxysms come on suddenly during sleep, the victim starting up, crying or screaming, and exhibiting other signs of great terror. Such attacks are often quite obstinate, and it generally taken some little time to fully awaken the sufferer and bring him to the realisation of where be is, and that he is tn no danger. The paroxysms in some casee oome every few nights for quite a long time, and naturally occasion the parents much annoyance, if not intense disgust, after they know their character. They treat the unfortunate with consideration at first, but are extremely likely before long to show a good deal of temper and impatience if, as they term them, the "craqr spells" are of frequent occurrence. The vlntiaoLoL such, attacks is in no wise to blame, and to use harsh measure* would be simply inhuman and add to his terror. Kind and reasoning words are what is needed at such times. If several attacks have occurred it is safe to assume tbat medicinal treatment is neceesary, and a physician should be consulted.—Boston Herald.

"My love, wh*t magic spell Is thrown Upon yourfeee? Its whoi

Save

{istence.

bttef ln»utu««

.. charm I own

Whence came thy pure and pearly teeth Thy rosy Hps? Thy perfumed breath?" She said in accents sweet and clear^ U-Tls only 80Z0D0NT, my dear," ijjl mi 6 jf ^45* 'S,

The Atmosphere of Love

Is a pure, sweet breath. This desideratum Is one of the results of using SOZO DONT, which not only invigorates and preserves the teeth, but renders tbe mouth as fragrant as a rose. "Spalding's Glue," handy about the house, mends eyerything.

STOP!

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up, having tried all the remedies I new or heard of. My neighbor, Mr. Miller, came in to see me one day, and said try Loose's Extract of Red Clover, as be had known of its working remark able cures. I told him I bad lost hope, that nothing would no me any good In this world. He insisted, and taking his hat went to the drug store and bought mo one bottle and urged me to try It, wbioh I did. Ten days afterwards I sent for two more bottles, and it was wonderful how 1 improved. I continued using it and to-day I am better than I have been in years. No sign of Erysipelas bas shown itself and I heartily recom mend it to suffering humanity as the

greatest and beet blojd purifier in exTours truly, HENRY MARVIN.

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Persons wishing to improve their memories or stn. -Ttben their power of attention should send to Prof. Lolsette, 287 Fifth Ave., N. Y., for his prospectus post free, aa ad vet Used in another col umn.

LOW RATES.

C0LUMBUS.0.

For the Meeting of the

SOVEREIGN GRAND LODGE

Patriarchs Militant I.0.0.F

AT COLUMBUS, O.

September 16 to 22,1889.

The Big Four Route

WW eeU Kiesnkm Tlekels at the Low Rale of

ONE FARE for the ROUND TRIP.

Tickets good going September ISth, Mth, aad 17th aad to return antU September Sth, ladasive.

This hi en eseelient opportenity to visit OoinmbWb^seethe€HwatFarade, and witness the Competitive Drills, at which ovrr H6M0 in Prtsea wiU be awarded.

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Over one million acres of land In Alabama, the future great State of the country, subject to pre-emption. Unsurpassed climate.

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Miles the Shortest, 8 Hours the Quickest.

CINCINNATI to NEW ORLEANS

TIMK »T HOURS.

Entire Train, Baggage Car, Day Coaches and Bleeping Cars through Without Change. 110 Miles the Shortest, 7 hours the Quickest from CINCINNATI to JACKSONVILLE, Fie.

Time 28 hours. Through Sleepers without change. Tbe Short Line between Cincinnati end

Lexington, Ky., time, 2X hours Knoxvllie. Tenn., time, 12 hours Ashvllle, N. Cy time, 17 hours Chattanooga, Tenn., time, 11 bourt Atlanta, Ga., time, 15 hours Birmingham, Ala., time 18 hours. Direct Connections at New Orleans and Shreveport for Texas. Mexico and California.

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THE

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Will sell Bound-Trip Excursion Tickets to all prominent points I^l ^or|hwest, sooth. «ndsooth

Half Rates

September 10th and 24th, vm#

and

October 8th, 1889.

^ll^ifletssogd returning thirty days from date of sale. •', 'I

This is the opportunity of a lifetime lo'visit tbe territory named, and we would invite correspondence on tbe subject. For full Information address E. K. SOUTH, Agent Biff Four Route, Sixth Street Depot, Terre Haute, or D. B. Martin, Oen. Pass. Aft-Cincinnati, O

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