Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 21, Number 6, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 2 August 1890 — Page 7

THE MAIL:

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

{Written for The Mall.}

A Hideous Volume of Beautiful Poetry.

f. Several days ago I was overtaken by a rineavy storm while traveling through the eastern part of Vigo county, and driving hurriedly up to a farm bouse 'asked for shelter, which was readily ac-

Verv soon my borso waa cared for and I repaired to the house and knocked j/pon the door. Bitldeo ootfir I did so inid found myself in the presenceolr four ^pernoDH. One a woman of probably 40 years of age, of splendid proportions and majestic carriage, with a face still very beautiful but showing the footmarks of a great sorrow having trodden upon the heart, Two more females, young women, wore in the room a glance told me tftev were sisters and that this woman had given tbem life. Tbe elder lady placed chair lor me by the window, and relieving me of my hat, asked me to bh WHMU*«I.

A* 1 »ML down my eyes fell upon a person I bad not *eeu till now. He WHS lying upon a lounge near my chair, "'huddled into such a shapeless mass that at first sight I did not recognize him as a human figure. Looking more intently

I saw, however, that it reaily was. ailing my surprise as much as possible I owed to lilrn and said: "Good morning."

The figure moyed, erected itself to a sitting posture, turned upon me a very remarkable glance and spoke. "Good morning, sir. You have come in none too j$oot\ to avoid a wetting, ii one may Judge by appearances."

While he was speaking I had takon a good look at the figure so misshapen as to be a monstrosity. Tbe crooked limbs and wide splay Teet, the spine curved and with au awlul hump just at the shoulders,of which ono was much higher and larger than the other and from which langled a pair of long skeleton-like arms, the lower part.or. these as well as the hands being frightfully discolored by a birthmark, ana from amaciation these appeared like talous. Above this mass rose a head massive In its proportions, although the average examiner would, in all probability have, like myself, mistaken its inngnllicieiit development for part of the existing deformity. By some accident one eye had been deprived or lis sight and the face, which wasorpeculiar shape, was thus made uearly as repuI slvo as the body, but still it had about it something expressive of power and an aggressive personality.

A ilash oi lightning lit up the room and the first drops of ruiu brought on a gust or rain that rattled loudly on the windows.

Involuntarily I made uso of Riley elegant Minis, hardly aware at the time of what I was doiug: •'Tho lightning snatchod It, ripped, and Hung

It down

In raveled «thrcdn of rain.' Imagine my asumishineiit when the cripple took up the quotation, and in perfect style flnishod the poem. The voice, low but silvery, had a resonant twang—a flute like eadeuco, which foil swooning into silence aloug threads of dissolving harmony. "So you have reatf Riley's production

^Yes!" he exclaimed,

have ludeed

read his heart songs, as I call them, and lovo the harmony of his words and inspirations. For ••With thoughts arrayed In mimic's panoply,

He alms to Immunise thCHom Boneath the Hen von'* *h living canopy Ranges he, toward the highest goal. IIo sinus of man's lovo and ambitions,

And tht) Eternal City of our pod. Of the Hoosltr farmer and his Held traditions. From raining cloud to the life swarming Ho loves'nU things—grasses,tlowersandferns,

To call him pool Is no misnomer I rank him higher than Old Heotle's Bums, And christen him our well loved Hooslor

Homer.'"

The low, harp-like tones slipped into sileuceand I awoke to the fact that before me sat a being like unto the fabled Centaur of old—half music.

Looking at him as ho sat there, while listening to his bewitching voice, one could almost bellove his doiorinlty to bo but a hideous mask ho was wearing for the occasion, and could renounce at will. At last I said: •'One would think, my friend, to listen to your language that you had hearkened while Nature had sungtoyon\wsweetly as sho ever did In pool's ear."

Slowly he lomeu back agaiustthe wall .... tixed hta eye upon expression as he

And turning his head Ano with a curious said: "Have you, stranger, ever read the the words of that sweet singer, Poe, in his history of Kleonore and the valley of tho many colored grasses? llesays 'Men

Have cat toil mo mad, but the question Is not yet settled whether madness is or Is not the loftiest intelligence. And once, oh, but once only, I was awakened from a slumber like the slumber of death by the pressing of spiritual lips to my own.' These words are very plain to me: life have I assayed before." "8o, then,"said l, In no little surprise, "You believe In transmigration of the soul and the return of loved ones to us at Intervals." "Most assuredly do I so believe," said the hunchback, and fixing his eyes firmlv on mine he proceeded. "God giveth life to all and In that life a spark of godhood lies, making man immortal as thenun. Man must be perfect ere he be fit company to dwell with God for ail eterttUvj not ouly perfect but full of life— knowledge—and to gain this man Uvea many Uvea, part here, part on higher plane*, till he be finished essence, then while enduring as part of the God, still he loses* not his personality. Once that I know of did 1 live upon this earth— wot like now, a helplee* cripple with a narrow life, but tall and straight and strong, beautiful, nralaed by men and loved by women, tint I was proud and F' gave no* note either to Gxl or fellow man.

Mv soul quenched out through wound* upon the battle field and went winging up high toward Heaven. A great white angel swung a flaming sword across my way and thundered: 'IIalt! whencecometh thouT* I trembling, "frota earth,* and spake my name. Then be, 'Thy grievous sin of pride forbids the entering on a higher life, and thou must buck to earth into a lower.' SSo was I when the time grew ripe reboro to earth in litl* malignant form, and am working out t»y deatiny. In former life pride

we# my mauler. vriUiln thi* m**k

For that I'm »«m*

That I may to Heaven tatter WlUle laoortusr «ht* lifetime at my t»*k. I lie upon my narrow conch, oh stranger.

My #oul tfoe* oft*n enmblltut far from me A moos tbeieelott* froll* andlbwetaa ranter. And even aerow the heaving, towela# #ea. *hy heart with pSty lance I# availing, tWu not ne®4 to pity tne, For hmaiUm t&xnnA my power of mttng dally with «ny #tw .. ..... ...j*o«t lo tae. Nsiuw t» mod to the *WW*IM mortal*

Hhe scads n* the mwr of Mm* and

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Loud I'll cry Lot me die

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She knocks aloud on tbe lone heart's portal, And teaches the songs of the whispering breeze She teaches the truest and best love tokens

Is a Heart full of pure and a longing trust, Not something often and loudly spoken, But a something done though in makes thy life dost."

As silence came upon us I roused myself from tbe strange fascination this curious being was exerting over me. Almost I did oelieve bim, for I saw his face In the perfect beauty of his sublime faith, transfigured, glorified, as though the smiiea of God were shining on it. "You," said I. "who are only sitting by the early milestone of the rose-strewn valley of young life, talk like one who stands among the hoar-capped hills of wintry age and baa felt sorrow tramp relentlessly across thy life. You, yet In your teens, what can you know of sorrow more than your deformity?" "Stranger," did he answer,

have

known the mystery of life—of seeing the one I loved better than my own flickering breath grow cold in death—nay father. Death's angel waited Just within the door, My mother by the sufferer stood leaning o'er Fast down her sorrowing face The hot and burning tears did chase, Fell on, and roused the man, Who said: 'Give unto me thy hand, O wife: weep not for me, Though I am leaving thee—going away Out of the light of thy sunny life Into the gloom across the way, Till* heart with love for thee was rife, It worshipped thee ever and alway, It gave thee all it could of Its life Now ventures alone in eternity.'

While he waa speaking a door opening into another room opened and a young woman whom 1 had not seen before entered, and walking straight to where he sat, laid one band upon his shoulder and leaning against tne window casing looked out at the steadily falling raiu. "Man," said I, "you waken in me dreams of 'what might have been "Dreams. Let me tell you of two dreams of mine."

He turned as he spoke, looked upward to the fair face above him, and once more his own seemed glorified. Pausing a moment as though to obtain command of his voice, and compose it into tho hweetest music I ever heard from human lips-—a music so pure, so powerful, like the song of the bobolink so full of a bubbling liquid melody that as each tone melted away one's soul grasped out farewell, farewell.

But yesterday I Mailed away .f«: -v Within my dream upon a stream

Of blowlmc treee, O'er'flowering lea*.

To the sunset land* of far awny. While rained the tlowera In odorous showers Full on the stream, and I did dream

Me mid happy hours. In youthful oowers,

So dreaming nailed I yesterday." Pausing a moment, he slid his hand into one or hers that rested near him, and with a love-overflowing sound In his voico, resumed: "My dream of to-day

Has a golden ray,

Wearing a crown and singing gay Of love divine It brought me thine Then nested down In my heart, to stay, yesterday's dream and the dream of to-day Both are so fair that I hardly may

Hay which Is best

Hut yesterday's dream was a ghostly dreaiB, Tho droam of to-day \flll redden life's stream. Hero let me rest. Near thy heart on thy loving breast. Clone in thy arm* I would bo caressed, And while my life slowly is fading away

Held In thy arms, O my dream of to-day." in the utter silence that followed I felt tbe hot tears slipping down my cheeks, brought there by the aching embers of my own heart. Noticing them he, with all courtesy, said: "Pardon me If I have pained you, stranger guest." "Full pardon. You did but sweep the ashes from a covered fire within my own heart, and through the smoke arising from the glowing coals, saw I a vision midst tho trees." "Vision? Ah, me!

Last night upon a bed of pain My aching nerves Throbbod, booming sullen thunders On my brain. I saw, or thought I saw, Myself on a high table land Level with Heaven. On one hand Rose to dltity height God'8 world dasssling And majestto throne, Upon the other a fair lea -.Stretched far away the bee

Found here what caused him groan Beneath It* weight, and flee home To his queen." "Oh, Felix," the woman said, and bending over, she clasped her arms around him, "Don% don't tell that, please. You know it nearly breaks your mother's heart to hear It."

Tbo pain iu the woman's voloe was indescribable in ita Intensity, and rising io my feet, saying that I was in a great hurry and the rain had ceased falling, 1 would go, which I Immediately did.

Many times since then have I thought of that horrible deformity of body and the exceeding brightness of the soul contained within It, IMAM.

A rrctlf Navajo Indian Tradition. One day l\ their desolate retreat they saw at early lawn a bright ray of sunshine beaming upon a lovely verdant hill not far away. Four days in succession this phenomenon was presented, and being drawn by curiosity to visit the spot they found a beautiful gitl babe. This child was regarded as the daughter of heaven and earth, and they reared her with the greatest care. When she grew to womanhood tho great warrior, who rides upon a white horse and carries the sun upon his arm as a shield, fell in love with and married her. The offspring of this union were two sons, who slew the giants who had destroyed the Xavajes and under their protection the world was peopled again.

The daughter of heaven and earth was Anally taken up by her warrior husband and transported to the great waters to the westward, where she was placed in a floating palace, which has since been her home. She is immortal, and to her are addressed the pravers of the people. Her water home Is guarded by twelve immortal beings, who return periodically to the land to learn what the N'avajos are doinji. and to carry back with them any messages which they may send. The tradition of this protecting goddess accounts for the respect which the Navajtw show to the women of their tribe. Among them a man Jiever lift* his hand against a woman, although it Is bo unusual tiling for a squaw to administer a sound thrashing to the wiarrior husband who has offended her.

AU of the which constitute the great wealth o# the tribe, are owned by the women, and in the various families the Hoe of doxetit 1s always on tins side of the woman. The Navajo* have little or no Idea of a futote esMnc«, bnt are firm bclievrrs in the transmigration of sonl*- For this Ma^ tbey haw great r- *em* fcsr differentaalmais and birds, wh.^j are pawed to be the nMaaboditeent of departed apiribi of Navajo*.—William M. liiwanty In Harper** Weekly.

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TERKE TTAT7TE 8ATURDA

RAINBOW LANDjg^j

From tfw ralliy of morn, where tear drops ban*, The guttering bow of promise sprung, 9o near It was plain to the dullest sight— $&* 8o dfcfiant ao hand eoold reach it quite: And orer the hUtoaad far away It stretched where the heights Untrodden lay Bat Tansy, truer of eye than Truth, OoaldseeBaiobowLaad from the plains of youth. There was gold uncounted ha that fair laad. There were shialag laurels aad bonofS grand. There was lore undying, aad friendship true. Over the mountains bright sad bine.

Bat rough and hard was thw upward cttmb On the treacherous slopes ot the bin of time. The laurels we saw from the plain below We missed ere we reached the line of snow. And the gob for which we greedily wrought, If we found st ail, it was dearly bought.

Few are the eyes that are blest to Had -,s Tbe road to the laud where all are blind, Where the happiest oae is he who lives Alone for the happiness he giTes, And the only poor fa the wretch whose alms Go begging in rain for needy palnis. God set Its bounds by his realm above— For Rainbow Land is the land of lore. —James Jeffrey Roche in Boston Pilot

JHANSI M'KENNA.

"A gentleman who doesn't know the Circassian Circle oaglit not to stand np for it—pattin' everybody out." That was what Miss McKenna said, and the sergeant who was my vis-a-vis looked the same thing. I was afraid of Mis3 McKenna. She was six feet high, all yellow freckles and red hair, and was simply clad in white satin shoes, a pink muslin dress, an apple green stuff, sash and black silk gloves, with yellow roses in her hair. Wherefore I fled from Miss McKenna and sought my friend Private Mulvaney, who was at the cant—refreshment table. "So you've been dancin' with little Jhansi McKenna, sorr—she that's goin' to marry Corp'ril Slane? Whin you next conversh wid your lorruds an' your ladies tell thim you've danced wid little Jhansi. 'Tis a thing to be proud av."

But I wasn't proud. I was humbje. I saw a story in Private Mulvaney's eye and besides if he stayed too long at the bar he would, I knew, qualify for more pack drill. Now to meet an esteemed friend doing pack drill outside the guard room is embarrassing, especially if you happen to bo walking with his commanding officer. "Come on to the parade ground, Mulvaney, it's cooler there, and tell me about Miss McKenna. What is she and who is she, and why is she called Jhansif "D'ye mane to say you've never heard av Ould Pummeloe's daughter? An' you tliinlrin' you know things! I'm wid ye in a minut' whin me poipe's lit."

We came out under the stars. Mulvaney sat down on one of the artillery bridges and began in the usual way, his pipe between hif teeth, his big hands clasped and dropped between his knees, and his cap well on the back of his head: "Whin Mrs. Mulvaney, that is, was Miss Shad, that was, you were a dale younger than you are now, an' the army was difrint in sev'ril e-senshuls. Bhoys have no call for to marry nowadays, an' that's why the army has so few rale, good, honust, swearin', strapagin', tinder hearted, heavy futted wives as ut used to hav whin I was a corp'ril. I was reduced afterward—but no mather—I was a corp'ril wanst. In thim times a man lived an' died wid his rigimint an' by rjatur' he married whin he was a man. Wliin I was corp'ril—mother av hivin, how the regimint has died an' been borrun since that day!—my color sar'jint was ould McKenna, an' a married man tu. An' his woife—his first woife, for he married three times, did McKenna— was Bridget McKenna, from Portarlington, like mcsilf. I've misreinembered fwhat her first name was but in oomp'ny we called her 'Ould Pummeloe' by reason av her figure, which was entirely cir-cum-fe-renshil. Like the big dlirum! Now that woman—God rock her sowl to rest in glory!— was for everlastiii' havin' childher an' McKenna, wnhi the fifth or sixth come squallin* on to the musther roll, swore he wud number them off in future. But Ould Pummeloe she prayed av him to christen thim after the names of the stations they were borrun in. So there was Colaba McKenna an' Muttra McKenna, an' a whole presidincy av other McKonnaa, an' little Jhansi, dancin' over yonder. Whin the children wasn't bornin" they was dyin' for av our childer die like sheep in these days they died like flies thin. I lost me own little Shad—but no matther. Tis long ago, and Mrs. Mulvaney niver had another. 'Tm digresshin'. Wan divil's hot summer there come an order from some mad ijjit, whose name I misremember, for the rigimint to go np country. Maybe they wanted to know how tho new rail carried throops. TFhey knew! On me sowl,, they knew before they was done! Ould Pummeloe had just buried Muttra McKenna, an* the season bein' onwholesim, only little Jhansi McKenna, who was 4 year ould thin, was left on hand. "live childwn gone in fourteen months. Twas harrd, wasn't ut? V' "So we wint up to our new station in that bUzin' heat—may the curse av St Lawrence coashume tbe man who gave the ordher! Will I ivir forget that move? They gave us two wake thrains to the ngumnt an' wo was eight hundher* and sivin ty strong. There was A, B, Can'D companies in the secon'train, wid twelve women, no orficers' ladies, an'thirteen childher. We was logo six hundher miles, an* railways was new in titbit, days. Whin we had been a night In the belly air the thrain—the men ragin' in their shirts an' dhrinkm' anything they end find, an' eatin' bad fruit stufi vrfein they cad. for we didn't atop 'eta —I was a corp'ril thin—the cholera bruk oat widi the dawniit' arthe day. "Pray to the saints you may nrrer see cholera in a throop train! *Ti3 fckaths Judgmint ar God hittin' down tram, the naUd tfcyi We rtm into a rest camp— as til might hare been Ludiaany, but not by a~." means ao comfortable. Tbe orflcer c. 'jaaa&n' sent a telqpvpt up tho line

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sowl av the followers ran for the dear life as soon as the thrain stopped an' by the time that telegrapt was writ there wasn't a naygur in the station exceptin' the telegrapt clerk—an' he only bekaze he was held down to his chair by the scruff av his «n««IHn' black neck. Thin the day began wid the noise in the carr'ges, an' the rattle av the men on the platform fallin' over, arms an' all, as they stud for to answer the oomp'ny muster roll before goin' over to the camp. Tisn't for me to say what like the cholera was like. Maybe the doctor cud ha' tould, av he hadn't dropped on to the platform from the door av a carrage where he was takin' out the dead. He died wid the rest. Some bhoys had died in the night. We tuk out jsiven, an' twenty more was sickenin' as we tuk thim. The women was huddled up any ways, screaniin' wid fear. "Sez the commandin' orfioer, whose name I misremember: 'Take the women over to that tope av trees yonder. Get thim out av the camp. Tis no place for thim.' "Ould Pummeloe was sittin' on her beddin' rowl tryin' to kape little Jhansi quiet. 'Go off to that tope!' sez the orficer. 'Go out av the men's way!* 'Be damned av I do!' sea Ould Pummeloe, an' little Jhansi, squattin' by her mother's side, squeaks out: 'Be damned av I do,' tu. Then Ould Pummeloe turns to the women an' she sez: 'Are ye goin' to let the bhoys die while you're plonickin', ye sluts?" sez she. 'Tis wather they want. Come on an' help.' "Wid that she turns up her sleeves an' steps out for a well behind the rest camp—little Jhansi trottin' behind wid a lotah an' string, an' the other women followin' like lambs, wid horse buckets and cooldn' degcljies. Whin all the things was full Ould Pui^meloe marches back into camp—'twas like a battlefield wid all the glory missin'—at the hid av the rigimint av women. 'McKenna me man!' sho sez, wid a voice on her like grand roun's challenge, •tell the bhoys to be quiet. Ould Pummeloe's acomin'to look afther them— wid free dhrinks.' "Thin we cheered, and the cheerin' in the lines was louder than the noise av tho poor divils wid the sickness on thim. But not much. "You see wo was anew an' raw rigiment in those days, an' we cud neither make head nor tail av the sickness an' so we was useless. The men was goin' roun' an' about like dumb sheep, waitm' for the nex' man to fall over, an' sayin' undher their spache: 'Fwhat is ut? In the name av God, fwhat is ut? 'Twas horrible. But through ut all, up an' down, an' down an' up, wint Ould Pummeloe an' little Jhansi—all we cud see av the baby, undher a dead man's helmet, wid the chin strap swingin' about her little stummick—up an' down wid the water and fwhat brandy there was. "Now an' thin Ould Pummeloe, the tears runnin' down her fat, red face, sez: 'Mo bhoys, me poor, dead, darlin' bhoys!' But for the most she was tryin' to put heart into the men an' kape thim stiddy and little Jhansi was tellin' thim "all they wud be 'betther in the morninV Twas a thrick she'd picked up from hearing Ould Pummeloe whin Muttra was burnin' out wid fever. In the mornin'! 'Twas the iverlastin' mornin' at St., Peter's Gate was the mornin' for seven an' twenty good men an' twenty more was sick to the death in that bitter, burnin' sun. But the women worked like angils, as I've said, an' the men like divils, till two doctors come down from above an' we was rescued. "But just before that Ould Pummeloe, on her knees over a bhoy in my squad —right cot man to me he was in the barrick—tellin' him the worrud av the church that niver failed a man yet, sez: 'Hould me up, bhoys! Tm feelin' bloody sick!' 'Twas the sun, not the cholera, did ut.' She misremembered she was only wearin' her ould black bonnet, an' she died wid 'McKenna, me man,' houldin' her up, an' the bhoys howled whin they buried her. "That night a *big wind blew an' blew an' blew, an' blew the tents fiat. But it blew the cholera away, an' niver another case there was all the while we was waitin'—ten days in quarintin'. Av you will before me, the thrack of the sickness in the camp was for all the worruld the thrack of a man walkin' four times in a figur av eight through the tents. They say 'tis the Wanderin' Jew takes the cholera wid him. 1 believe ut. "An' that," said Mulvaney, illogically, "is the cause why little Jhansi McKenna isfwhat she is. She was brought up by the quartermaster sergeant's wife whin McKenna died, but she blongs to comp'ny an' this tale Pm tellin' you— wid a proper appreciaehin av Jhaxuri McKenna—Pve belted into every recruity av the oomp'ny as he was drafted. Faith, twas me belted Corp'ril Slane into •skin1' the girl!" "Not really?" •'Man, I did! She's no beauty to look at, bat she's Ould Pummeloe's daughter, an' tis my juty to provide for her. Just before Slane got his wan eight a day, 1 sez to him: 'Slane,' sec I, 'to-morrow twill be insubordinaahin av me to chastise you but, by the #owl av Ould Pummeloe, who is now in glory, av you don't give me your worrud to ask Jhansi McKenna at wanst peel the flesh off yer bones wid

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Railroad Tiie Tables.

Train

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thus (P) denote Parlor Qua

attached. Trains marked thus (S) denote Sleep! ng Cars attached dai ly. Trains marked thus (B) denote Bufftet Cars attached. Tralna marked thus run daily. All other tralna run dally,

Sundays accepted.

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T. H. & I. DIVISION.

LEAVE FOR THK WEST.

No. 9 Western Express «(SAV). 1.43 am No. 5 Mall Train 10.21 am No. 1 Fast Line (P&V) ....... 2.10 No. 21 3.10 pm No. 7 Fast Mall 9.04

LEAVE FOR THE EAST.

No. 13 Cincinnati Express (S) 1.30 am No. 6 New York Express (SJfcV). 1.51 am No. 4 Mall and Accommodation 7.15 a m. No. 30 Atlantic Express «(PitV). 12.47 No. 8 Fast Line *. 2.80 pm No. 2 5,05 pm

ARRIVE FKOM THK EAST.

No. 9 Western Express (SAV). l.SO am No. 5 Mall Train

10.15 am

No. 1 Fast Line (PiV) 2.00 No. 21 3.05pm No. 3 Mall and Accommodation 0.45 No. 7 Fast Mail 9.00 pm

ARRIVE FROM THK WEST.

No. 12 Cincinnati Express (S) ... 1.30 am No. 0 New York Express OAKV) 1.42 am No. 20 Atlautlc

Express (PA^ 12.42

No. 8 Fast Line *. .......... 2.10 pm No. 2 5.00 pm T.H.4L. DIVISION.

LEAVE FOR THE NORTH.

No. 52 South Bend Mall '. 8.00 a No. 54 South Bend Express ..... 4.00 ARRIVE FROM THE NORTH. No, 51 Tcrre Haute Express .... 12.00 No. 5S

South Bend Mali 7.90 pm

THK POPULAR KOCIXI5 RRTWKEK

CINCINNATI,

INDIANAPOLIS

TERRE.ftAUTE

ST. LOUIS,

LAFAYETTE,

and CHICAGO.

The Entire Trains run through Without change, between Cinclunatl and Chicago, PulmanSleepers and elegant Reclining Chair Cars on night trains. Magnificent, Parlor Cars on DayTrains.

Trains of Vandalla Line {T. H. & L. DlvJ makes close connection at Coifaxvrlth C. St. L. fe C. Ry trains for Lafayette & Chicago

Pullman and Wagner Sleeping Cam ana Coaches are run through without change b»tween St. Louis, Terre llaute and Clnolnnatt Indianapolis via Bee Line and Big 4.

Five Trains each way, dally except Sunday three trains each way on Sunday, between IndlanapollBand

The Only Line^WS,0^ucinnatl.C

tlve point for tho distribution of Southern aud Eastern Truffle. The fact that it connect* In the Centra! r:r with the trains of the C. W.&B.R. R., [B.

N. Y. P. & O. K. It., [Erie,] and tho C.C.O.

east and Southwest, gives it an advantac* over all its competitors, for no route from Chicago, Lafayette or Indianapolis can maka iye these "connections without compelling pa» sengers to submit to a long and disagreeable Omnlqus transfer for both passengers and

Tickets and Baggage Cheeks to all

Principal Points can be obtained at any Ticket office, C. I. St, L. A C. Ry, also via thui line at all Coupon Ticket Offices throughout J?H!°MA®IN, JOHN E(JAN,

DlBt, Pass. Agt. Gen. Pass, ft Tkt. Agt. corner Washington Cincinnati,O and Meridian st. Ind'uls.

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04 Miles tbe Shortest and tbe Quickest.

CINCINNATI to NEW ORLEANS

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Direct connections at New Orleans and Shreveport for Texas, Mexico and California 110 Miles the Shortest, 8 hours tho Quickest from CINCINNATI to JACKSONVILLE, Fla.

Time 27 hours. Solid trains and throt«k Sleepers without change for any class of passengers. The Short Line between Clucln oatt anc

AIIUTlllCi i.. CM VI"IV, Chattanooga, Tenn.. time, 11 hours Atlanta, Ga-, time, 15 houre:

Pullman

tralna ?eave' Cenirat lonpcpot,Cl nclnnati crossing tbe Famous High Bridge Kentucky and rounding the base of Lookout a in

Over one million acres of land !n Alabama, the future great State of the South, subject to pre-emption. Unsurpawed climate. ts?. sa^s^tf^rFwSh- «st Clnclnn*tl, O.

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