Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 20, Number 47, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 17 May 1890 — Page 3

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I GO MY GAIT.

I go my gait, with ne'er a whine Or murmurottJ tooo at that or this, Deep burying in this heart of mine

Regret for Joys that I may miss Whether In paths of woe or bites I go my gait.

I go my gait, be smile or frown My portion on life's thoroughfare, Upward I look and never down

A smiling face choose to wear. As hand in hand, sometimes with care, I go my gait. I go my gait, all sore of this—

Who pushes steadily ahead Host gain at last some goal of bliss. If hunzry will at last be fed

Witb dauoUem heart and dauntless tread I go my gait. .-Chicago Inter Ocean.

CUEING A JOKER

Not a thousand miles from where I live dwelt a man named Sam Peabody— or, at least, so I shall call him. foV he is a good man now and might not like to have the evil deeds of his yonth made known among strangers. Sam was an inveterate joker—what is denominated a "practical joker"—and though he never meant any real harm, yet he often caused much mischief by his pranks. On one occasion when he had gone out at night, enveloped in a white sheet to frighten some girls, he started to the roadside at the approach of a chaiso and frightened the horse, so that the chaine was smashed up and one of the occupants severely injured.

Sam had been talked with and argued with, but to no purpose. He could not be made to see the wickedness of his pranks. Sometimes he would fasten lines across the sidewalk, and thus trip up the pedestrians he would ring folks up in the night and ask thom if they had plenty of bedding. Once ho called the doctor out at midnight to come and attend a man who had very bad fits. The good old doctor arose and followed Sam till they came to Adam Snip's little domicile, and hero the joker called up the little bow legged tailor, and the moment Snip poked his head outjit the window Sam cried "There, doctor, is a man who makes the worst fits you ever saw!" and with this ho ran away, and left the doctor and the tailor to settle the matter. This was serious business in one sense, but it set the whole town in a laugh and Sam was delighted.

But Sam's last practical joke was near at hand. At the edge of the village lived a man named Jerry Smith. He was a stone woricer by trade, and as strong as an ox. One evening Jerry's wife had been to see a neighbor, and in returning she had to pass over a place where the road was built along upon a sort of morass, with willow trees upon each side. Wlion she entered her house sho was pale and trembling, and sank into a chair almost out of breath. '•What's the matter?" asked her husband. "I've been frightened," gasped the woman, as soon as she could command her speech. ••But how? Where?" by thcwillow trees. An ox,with great horns and fiery eyes, cam© out at us. walking on his hind legs." "By thunder, it's Sam Peabodyl" exclaimed Jerry. "Ho killed an ox this morning." "1 knew it was Sam as soon as I had time to think," returned the wife, "for his voice was plain but I was so frightened ut first that I liked to have fainted."

Jerry was angry. It did not suit his fancy to see a defenseless woman thus treated. Ho took his hat at once, and went over to a small house on the opposite side of the street, where lived his partner in business, another stout, iron corded man, named George Tyler. "Look here, Tyler," cried Jerry, "Sam Peabody is out in the willows, rigged up in his ox skin, frightening poor womon. Como with me and we'll punish him."

Tyler hesitated not a moment, but taking his hat ho followed Jerry over to the other house. In the first place Jerry took a tlreboard, and with eome marking paint he painted out a flaming placard, with letters largo and distinct. Then he got some of his wife's dresses, and bade Tyler put ono of them on. "For." said he, "if ho sees two men coming ho may run."

The dresses wero thrown on after a fashion and pinned to the other clothing. and then the men donned each one a bonnet. They then procured a lot of stout cord, and, taking the fireboard,they sallied forth. As they approached the willows they began to giggle and titter in squeaking tones, and ere long the fear fill nondescript made its appearance. With a low. deep bellowing it walked into the road and stood directly in front of the two pedestrians. "Oo-oo-oo-oo!" bellowed Sam. "Mercy!" screamed Jerry. "Ah-oua-oo-oo!" "Save me!" squeaked Tyler.

The ox hide approached another step, and Jerry leaped forward and seized it, and on the next moment Tyler was by bis side, "Now, Mr. Peabody, I reckon you're safe," uttered Jerry, giving him a grip like a vise. "Don't—don'tr cried Sam. "Don't what?" "Don't hurt me!" ••We won't htirt yop if you keep quietbut if von make any resistance you'll run tbo risk of getting your head broken."

Stun knew that it was Jerry Smith's wife whom b© had frightened, and he knew that Jerry could handle him as a child. He begged and prayed, but to no purpose* The two atone cutters backed up against one of the willows, and then proceeded to bind hiui to the trunk of a tree. They lashed his hands behind him, then lashed his aakl* together, and^thcxi they bound Mm to the tree at the shoulders, wrist*, knees and fc«t, and they did it securely, too. Alter tidi they took fireboard and placed it against the tree above his head, securing it by nails which they had brought for that par*

I "MercyH shrieked Sam* "yw Wgohn* to leave me here?* "Tea, sir," answered Jarcr.

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and now well have ours. I wouM rather have you tie my wife as you are tied, than to have had her frightened as you came near frightening her. Mind you, Sam, we only mean this for a joke."

And with this, the two men went away, taking no heed of the joker's cries and protestations. But they did not go far away until they were sure there wouldbe no more passing on that road for the night.

On the following morning Jerry set the news a-going of Sam's present situation, and in half an hour after sunrise a hundred people were collected around the willow tree. There stood Sam, just as he had been left the night before, shaking and shivering with cold. The ox skin had been fixed so as to fit him nicely, and he did really look like an ox fastened up there. He had sewed up the hide so that his legs and arms fitted into the skin of the ox's legs, and his own head was where the original caput had

uc*u rao nucic very nejgus ui lavor wuou a ixuw been, while the horns arose majestically ggj^ joined the troupe, then playing at above the whole. Just above him ap- the Cirque d'Ete.

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peared the broad fire board, and it bore the following announcement in characters which could be read with ease, even at a great distance: "This is Sam Peabody, the great joker. And this is one of his own jokes in which he got trapped himself."

Jerry took down the board and let Sam read it, and then put it up again. "Ha. ha. ha! Vot a joke!" cried one. "He came out here in that rig, to frighten poor women," said Tyler. "Sam, how's beef?" "1 say, Sam, can't you give us a horn?" "What along tail!"

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"Who evei seed a box vear boots afore?"' These, and like exclamations, issued from the crowd, and all the while poor Sam was bagging for some one to come and take him down. "In the name of mercy!" he groaned, "won't somebody let me go?" "Can't think of it yet," returned Jerry Smith. "Your joke is too good to be lost. You must have taken a good deal of pains to make that dress fit so nicely, and 1 should think you'd want folks to see it." "By jingo!" screamed little Adam Snip, going close to the victim, "you have a worse fit now than I ever had. Shan't 1 send for the doctor?"

At this the crowd laughed uproariously. They would have had pity for any one else in town, to have seen him in such a situation, but for Sam they had none, for they knew that for years he had been annoying all whom ho could, and now, since he was caught in a trap of his own setting, they thought it best to punish him. At 9 o'clock nearly all the inhabitants of the village, were out there, and by this timo Sam began to cry. Even Jerry was touched now. and going up to the victim, he said "Now, Sam, let you down on one condition. Promise that youll never attempt to perpetrate a practical joke again?" "I never will." "Of any kind or description? You'll never annoy a human being again, if you .cmhelnit?" —r~r~ "Never—never! I never will, so help me God!"

So .Jerry untied the cords, and in a few moments Sam was free. He was too stiff to run. and for a while he could walk with but difficulty. But Jerry gave him his arm. and helped him to his own house, and there let him remain until the crowd had dispersed.

Towards noon Sam went home, and for over a month he stuck closely to his shop, never appearing in the street save when absolute necessity required it. He kept hi* promise faithfully, for to this day he has not attempted to perpetrate another of his practical jokes. And people love him now, for he is one of the jolliest old men in the country, and his presenoe is sure to dispel anything like the sulks or blues. And among nil his stories tliero is not one over which he laughs more merrily than over the one wherein is contained an account of that practical joke which was so summarily turned back upon himself.—Sylvanus Cobb, Jr., in Yankee Blade.

Strange Discovery in a Mormon Village. A singular discovery was made near Nauvoo, Ills., by laborers in excavating near "French Fort," a relic of Mormon days, and later noted as the spot where Cabol and his Icarians made a settlement. A large outhouse on the premises of tho Catholic convent was being removed.

While the workmen were engaged, part of the flooring sank out of sight, and investigation revealed an old well, thought to be fully 1,000 feet deep. This discovery goes to strengthen the supposition that during the Mormon regime many hidden wells and subterranean passages existed in the city, whose uses have never been wholly accounted for.

An Ice Problem.

The Union, of Springfield, propounds this nice little sum in arithmetic: If the iceman leaves thirty-five pounds of ice for twentv cents' worth when ice is forty cents per* 100 pounds, what will home made «iee cream cost when he leaves tweuty-five pounds for forty cents" worth when ice is eighty cents per pound?

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A fstal Displacement.

"My heart is in my mouth. I am afraid to hear your aawwwr." "You may well be, Mr. DoHboy, retorted Ethel. "I aw could many a aum whow heart was not In the right place. "--New Yoric SUB.

HAWA STEELING.

A circus rider, yes! But the finest rider and the handsomest man Paris has ever seen.

Ah, I remember him welll In his costume of postillion of the Eighteenth century—scarlet coat, white wig, booted to the knee, spurred with silver—gay, gallant, unconcerned! Biding that devil of, a black horse of his without saddle or bridle and at apace to make one's head swim driving three, four, five white horses before him, the reins gathered lightly in one gloved hand, in the other a cigar—a cigar, if you please, held now and again to his lips! He was an Englishman. Sterling was his name—James Sterling.

And Paris adored him. idolized him. First for bis beauty, then for his talent, always for his audacity. Ho was at the very height of favor when a little Zin

She was scarcely more than a child, not 17, and beautiful—dear heaven, how beautiful! Dark, like La Caroly, the Creole dancer, but finer, more delicate, with a slender, reed like body, a royal color beneath her dusky velvet skin, and Hair which swept the ground. Eyes, like the eyes of dumb things, dark, soft, large, appealing, and a tender month.

They met—Sterling and the gypsy Sacha—and it seemed but a glance, a clasp of the hand, and the two loved. They were married, for Sterling was an honest fellow, and after that, let the man look to himself who gave a glance too long or a smile too broad or spoke without respect of Mrs. James Sterling! Well, it was one short year of love and happiness, and truly no lady of the haut monde was cherished more tenderly, cared for more daintily, than this gypsy Sacha. wife of a circus rider. Then there came a night in the Provinces while they were on the road, when the dark eyes were closed, and the sweet lips silent, and the little, firm, fearless hands folded, and Sacha was gone, leaving a little child for whom James Sterling must pay this fearful price.

They thought at first that he would

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it, the helpless little oHe! But there was something in its great dark eyes which spoko to his heart, and, looking into them, he suddenly fell to weeping and afterward cared for the child himself and let no other go near it. No woman could have been more tender, more gentle or shown such maternal patience and self abnegation, and so it came about that his comrades" spoke of him ao "Mamma Storling." And the little one caught the word and gave it to him, too, in innocent, baby fondness.

The child grew to be a fine little fellow, with his mother's dark eyes and his father's golden hair, and the strength, talent and daring of both. He was trained by Sterling himself for the profession, and his debut at Franconi's was the talk of half Paris. He was so beautiful, so erect, so elegant and delicately fashioned, and even then made his bow to a great audience with a little disdainful smile azLhia,.litis., vrliich stioke the. iirtist. ovedhisart.

Each season brought fresh triumphs to father and son. Sterling lived again in his boy. He had returned to the ring with him and Paris saw again the English rider in Ms costume of postillion of the Eighteenth century. But it was only that he might have more to lavish on his son. The old dash was gone—even in the ring one saw "Mamma Sterling."

Well, one night, the opening of the season at the Cirque d'Ete, little Sterling surpassed himself. And his marvellous performance over, he stood, hia strong young chest scarcely stirred by tho effort, not a drop of moisture dampening the coronet of golden curls on hia brow, superbly handsome in the flush of his triumph and the glory of his seventeen years. The house shook with thunderous applause, bravos filled tJhe afcv and a woman in one of the boxes leaned forward and threw the roses she had worn straight at his feet. Something white fluttered out from the flowers, a filmy bit of lace and cambric, and the lad bent swiftly and lifted both the rosea and the handkerchief to his lips.

After that, any one who cared to take the trouble might have seen the dark, beautiful face each night, in the same box, during Little Sterling's scene, and every night she $irew him her flowers and gave him the same tender smiles. And the boy had eyes for no one else, Hia glance Bought hers as ho entered the ring, fell on her from the dizzy heights when he swung on his silk covered ropes, implored her smile as he bowed before her box, and flashed love and gratitude in return fot the floral message sent by her gloved fingers. Little Sterling loved with the terrible ardor of his blood, with the fierce, impetuous nassion of youth.

She wfcs a woman of the gay Parisian world. Like S&rdou's Countess Olga, she had married before 17, been divorced before 20, was bored before everything! The lad's infatuation amused, his beauty charmed her. One night her carriage waited for him, and she took him with her to supper. She knew well how to manage the affair correctly, so that no scandal should cloud her small diversion.

This was the beginning. Then the hard earned salary was spent for flowers, marrons, even a costly bit of bijouterie found its way to my lady's boudoir, to be laughed over by my lady and the Mends who quietly shrugged their shoulders over this questionable preference for a circus performer. Still she was rich, young, beautiful, popular, free, and there was no scandaL No, act even when little Sterling rode his magnificent black horse beside her Victoria in the Rois,or beat tenderly ovear her little hand in the Avenue des Acacias, in full sight of all Paris.

Mamma Sterling looked on with aax kms eyes. And yet the bey was deliriously happy, and after au how much better, since be must have his education, that the first lesson should come from the hands of a real grandee daas»—and Manama Sterling felt a faint thrill tf pride—rather than from some hearties# queen of the half world.

A p»iarii1. and Little Sterling

TERRS HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING-A TTx

grew restless. One night the bos was empty. The next day the boy came to rehearsal with lines of pain about his eyes and lips. "I have made her angry," ho said simply to his father. "She was not in the Bois."

But at night she was again in her {dace beside her a man of her own world. 'But," thought Little Sterling, "an old mn.n( ail old as my father and with gray hair."

Shaking Iris golden curls from his brow he dashed into the ring, turning his joy* ous, laughing eyes upon the woman he adored. She answered with a quick smile, but her companion frowned .and questioned her. *-n

Then die shrugged her shoulders indifferently. And that night no flowers fell at the feet of Little Sterling. 'James took the boy's head between his hands. "Cry, my little oner he said, tenderly. "Dost fear to show me thy tears? And what sorrow shall touch thee that I may not share?"

The lad, unable to keep back the tears, flue# himself on his father's breast. Then his face flushed. "What have I doner he questioned, fiercely. "What right has she to cast me off like a glove, to be thrown aside as soon as worn? Did she not seek me of her own acoord? Dost thou not remember?" *•, -t

And Mamma Sterling listened patiently, for the hundredth time, to the story of the first smile, the flowers, the handkerchief, which the boy still wore over his heart, the dainty, perfttmed note telling his ravished eyes that the carriage— her carriage waited for him! Then the short drive beside her, the enchanted wines he drank, the delicate plats, the happy after meetings.

And it was all so young, so innocent, so pathetic in its simplicity, that Mamma Sterling could only keep baok the tears because it was necessary to be brave and gay to comfort the lad. What could he say, the older man, who knew the world so well, who. in the heyday of his own youth, had seen a duchess of the Faubourg St. Germain make a goose of herself for the space of one week because of his handsome eyes? And he had recovered from that what he had then believed to be the tragedy of his life. "So will the dear child," he thought. But he forgot the mother's gypsy blood.

Two weeks crept by and all the while the box at the cirque was empty. Once Little Sterling dared to seek entrance at the gates of a certain hotel in the aristocratic, quarter, but while he waited, like a lackey, in the court, the concierge returned, and giving him back his card, said, with an insolent smile:

Monsieur has doubtless made a mistake." Then indeed he gave up hope. Each night he went through his part with perhaps more of reckless daring than before, but.the smile was no longer on his lips, and Tommy Pears, the cloWn, venturod to tell Mamma Sterling that his handsome chick was going off on his looks. James struck the fellow a blow full on his painted lips. But that night he

tyW-WHBed, waEcb'ed with aching sleepless eyes and a dull pain at his heart. At last she came again! Not alone, but with a gay crowd of men and women, and among them the gray haired aristocrat, who hung devotedly about her chair. Still not even this could stifle the joy in the boy's heart. 'She is here!" he whispered excitedly to his father.

The woman in the box turned an indifferent gloncedpn Little Sterling as he sprang into the ring then, as indifferently passing him over, she raised her lorgnette and studied some face in the audience beyond. The boy shrank as from a sudden blow, then the blood tingled hotly in his cheek, and raising his handsome, haughty head, he leaped lightly forward and seized the ropes. But as he swung upward and reached his trapeze ho watched that one face steadily. Not once did he surprise her glance. Again and again, as he accom plishedsome perilous feat, he sent down from his eyrie under the great dome that shrill, sweet cry of triumph. Not once did her eyes respond. What mattered it, then, that all the house Bhrieked "BravaJ Bravissima?"

Now—ah, impossible!—Yes! she was risihg, her companion was gathering the folds of her long cloak tenderly about her graceful shoulders—she was leaving the cirque! And in the midst of hi*

With that shrill cry, still sweet on the air, with his lips curved in that smile, half tender, half disdainful, Little Sterl ing rose to his full height op the sway ing bar of his trapeze. Balancing him self surely, with his arms folded over his chest, hia dim body erect, as If in the proud consciousness of some new victory to be achieved, he swept the house with ono electric glance. Then swift, straight as an arrow sent by an unerring hand, the tinsel of his dress gloaming in the air like a single ray of vivid light, he shot downward from that immense height *nd lay prone in the dust of the

^ofMS^fromasinglethroat rose from the great audience, but ere a single hand could be outstretched- to raise the poor, crushed form in all its blood stained bravery of silk and ousel a figure clad in the gay scarlet of a postillion of the Eighteenth century dashed into ring, a white, desperate face bent over the lifeless body of the lad, and fiercely, hungrily, jealously spuraingtheaidof a hundred willing hands, ifMnm* Sterling gathered to his breast &Q that was left him of his boy, and, never swerving beneath his burden, carried him away in his arma,

HaM the house, men and women, were in tears, and for a moment there was not ft sotiztdl firaj&iQS 66cni©d gflenfiro* hashed, in the presence of that griet

There was a movement in one of the A beautiful, dark woman had risen. Sho shivered a little as she clung to the ana at her gray haired escort and her hps were white, very white and set, tmialie only odd: 'Ah bah! Oae comes to the

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WJ£ 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 guarantee to refund the money if the treatment does not effect a cure. Guarantees issued only by J. 4 C. Baur, druggists, sole agenU, corner Seventh and Wabash Avenue,Terr# Haute Ind.

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