Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 21, Number 13, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 20 September 1890 — Page 6

THE MAIL.

A TAPER

FOR THE

TO A GLOVE.

Go, virgin Idd, with lambent Was Salute a virgin hand: Go, 8ensele«a thing, and reap a bliss

Tbou doet cot understand Go, for to thee, methfnkn, 1 find

CThoosrli 'tis not half so bright) An emblem of her beauteous mind By nature clad in white. Securely thou may'st touch the fair,

Whom to* securely can. jlay'dt touch her breast, her lip, her hair. Or wanton with her fan May'st coach it with her, to and fro,

From masquerade to play®. All: eouldst thou hither come and go To tell me what she says! Go, thou, when the morning coki

Shall nip her lily arm, Do thoa (oh, might I be so bold 0 With kisses make It warm. But when thy glossy beauty's o'er,

When all thy charms are gone, Return to me—I'll love thee more Than e'er I yet have done. —Haberdasher.

Kathleen Mabourneen

[Maurice Gordon IDGodeys

"And you will marry me,, Kathleen? Yes, Geoffrey, dear old Wend." Simplo quietly spoken words uttered MO calmly, MO without hesitation or embarrassment that, it Geoffrey Roscoe had loved a little less madly, he could scarcely have failed to note the indifference of tone and manner.

But he was in love and love, is blind. "You have made me very happy, dear," he said, stooping to draw his arm about her graceful figure "I have always loveu you, all your life, I think, but, until now, I have never felt sure that you cared for me to think that while I was wearing my heart out, over that fellow Mannering, you liked me better all the timo." •'That fellow Mannering! Liked him belter all tho time!" She wrenched herself out of his arms, with a little dispairing cry. He gazed at her wonderingly. "Why, Kathleen Kathleen Mavournoen." "Don't call mo that," she cried, fiercely, turning on him with Hushed cheeks and ilashmg eyes. "Never, I beseech you, call me by that name again. Oh, Geoffrey, Geoffrey," breaking into a passion of tears and throwing herself onct. more into his arms, "I am so wretched 1 want you to love me, and yet, my dear kind friend, I am not worthy "Not worthy? why, my darling, don't you know you are dearer to me than anything on earth!"

A pretty picture they made, in the dimness of tne old rose garden, tho tall, strong young man holding to his heart the white-robed, trembling girl, while overhead rioted a moon such as poets love. "Kathleen," he said, tenderly, for she was still weeping, though silently, "if there Is anything that I can do to make you happier, you must tell me. Do not be aJntKi, but remember that I love you, and take courage." "There is something, but—" "Then tell me, child can you not trust mo?" "You will think it so strange of mo."

He grew suddenly white, but his voice was very gentle when he spoke "Do you want to take back your promise?" "Oh, uo, no, not that. I—Geoffrey— you will understand—you love me." "Goon, lam listening." "Do not look at mo then, close your eyes, stay, I will shut them for you," she stood on tip toe and laid her little rose leaf palm over his wide, brown eyes. "It Is this can wo bo married at once?"

Ills gay laugh startled the echoes of the olugardeu. "Yon little witoh, is that all? Why, if you say so, wo can be married to-mor-row."

OHM NO AMONG THK I1I.UE R1IHIE MOUNTAINS.

The guests of tho Creme House, at J,oyd, had finished breakfast and wore distributing themselves lamougst the beautiful glens and coves, and down the various paths, that mado this summer resort so attractive. Mr. and Mis. Gooflrey Roscoe, who had arrived at Loyd the night before, wero of the number. They had chosen a quiet, shady path that followed the course of a rippling mountain stream, and wore sauntering along, arm in arm, at peace with each other and with tho world. "This is bettor than New York, isn't it, Kitty?"said Goetlrey, throwing himself on "a mossy ledge, and drawing his wife to a neat beside him, "If vou think so, dear, then so do 1!" lie laughed and pinched her cheek. "What an obedient little woman what a model wife!"

She rote suddenly to her feet. "Do you sit here, Geoffrey, and smoke. I will return in a moment." He loaned back with a sigh of content, while she,

So

lancing over her shouldefa, to see that did not follow, with eager steps and rising color, hastened down the path and disappeared among tho rhododendron bushes. All at once she paused and looked around, "This Is the place,'* she said aloud, "the fallen tree, tho broken bridge, the wealth of arbutus and maiden-hair fern, will I ever forget?" She prised her hand over her eyes, as if she would fain shut out some unwelcome sight, "Kathleen Mavourneen, awake from thy

Riumters.

The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light Ah! where the spell that one*hung on thy numbers? Arise, in thy beauty, thou star of my night!"

The sweet, old fashioned love song— her song. The clear, tenor voice, with itx wonderful tenderness and expression bow well thoy werf remembered. A footstep sounded on the rocky P*th at her side, a quick, light step—not her husband's alow, lauy tread—the song came to an abrupt ena. Some one called her name "Kathleen," but she would not look up. It was only when Edgar Manuring, with his characteristic boldness, sought to withdraw the shielding hands from her face, that she showed him that she heard. "Do not you touch me," ahe said, with nuch extreme hauteur, that he uuconcioualy shrank back* her eyes, cold and etear In their fine contempt, were on his face. "Just now you called me by my nam*, let it be for the last time. Perhaps vou have not heard.Jbut I was married two months ago, and to you, henceforth, I am Mrs. Roscoe"

A smile flitted face. "So you married Roseoel Well, loan ronirratulateyott. He I* a good fellow, Kathleen I suppose be pitied you In a

Oh, wicked insinuation! Her heart •Mined to stand sUU, bill *h# answered bravely enough, "No matter what bia mouve, &<us vary good to me, and I love him. He did not whether I *rm poor or rich.

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An angry light came into bia dark

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PEOPLE.

but years of social training bad taught him that nothing was to be gained by losing one's temper, so with admirable composure he replied: "Why not let bygones be bygones? I loved you dearly, I meant to marry you.

When your honorable guardian led me to believe that you had a fortune, 1 was naturally well pleased. Afterwards, when I learned that yon badn't a penny to call your own, my own affairs were in such a condition that I had nothing to do but to tell 'good-bye.' I would blind no woman that loved to a life of poverty." "Yes, you were very thoughtful, very kind 1 neverappreciated.it more than I do now. Believe me, when 1 tell you that am ti uly grateful." "Fine words," be cried, scornfully, "but nothing you say can makes me believe that you are happy with Roscoe." "Enough," she said, proudly, "we will not discuss my husband what you think is nothing to us." "You will tell him then of this meeting with me? Yon will also confess that you married him from pique, two months after I had broken off our engagement? Or that you came to this spot to-day, because it was here, one year ago, that I told you that I loved you?" "Have you no feelings?" she gasped, indignantly,—bathe, misunderstanding her emotion, sprang across the narrow path, and caught her hand In his. "Kathleen, Kathleen Mavourneen," he cried, with all tbeold tenderness of voice and manner, "I love you more dearly now than ever you are not happy with this man, your husband, while I —his warm breath swept her cheeks.

She could not speak, horrified, frightened, trembling, lest at any moment her husband should appear, and, judging merely by appearances, condemn her unheard, she was for a moment paralyzed. She struggled vainly to be free. "Let me go," she at length gasped out: "how dare you speak to me so? Your very touch is hateful to me. Love you? Ab, if you only knew, the veriest worm that crawls I hold in higher regard than you." A ripple of happy laughter, a babbles of eager voices, announced the approach of a party of tourists Mannering fell back, dropping her hand with an oath. "Thank Heaven," she murmured, "Ah, thank Heaven." "As the gay party appeared round a bend in the path, Mannering lifted his hat formally and disappeared in another direction.

When, a few minutes later, Kathleen returned to the shady spot where she had parted with her husband, she found him lying back on the mossy ledge, witu his straw hat drawn far over his eyes. Beseemed to be lost in thought, for-he started visibly when she laid her hand on bis shoulder and called by his name. "You had forgotten about me, my very existence, I believe," she said reproachfully. ,if "On the contrary" he answered, "it was thinkingof you that made me forget the outside world." "Dear Geoffrey," she said, with shy warmth, that was as usual as it was attractive, "how good you are to me."

They walked silently down the crooked path that led them around to the hotel. Both wore plunged in troubled thought she was resolving to ask her husband to take her South Immediately and when once at home, far away from Edgar Mannering, she meant to tell him the whole story, and to add,—here her delicate face flushed—that she loved him, Geoffrey, far better than she had ever cared for that other. He, meanwhile, was wondlerlng, with a bitterness entirely foreign to his gentle, kindly nature, why she had married him, if it was true, as that fellow Mannering, h»d said, that she could never bo happy with him? Was it, indeed, from pique, and had sh» already grown weary of him and her loveless marriage?

Ah! she should never guess that he knew the truth he bad not meant to

Se"had

lav spy she had lingered so long that grown impatient and followed after her when he came upon her and hercompanlon, in theshady glen, he had paused Instinctively, the next minute, however, he had moved away. It was her affair not his. but he had made up his mind to one thing this farce, this absurd comodv, must come to an end They had reached the hotel, by this time, with its numerousgalleries, and its hosts of guests. Roscoe, ever thoughtful of appearances, turned to his wife with some trifling remark, and together, under the ga*e of a couple of hundred eyes, they entered the building. In the hall, at the foot of the stairs, he paused: "I will joiu you later," he said, turning his eves resolutoly away from her fair, anxious face, "you can go up atone, can't you? I must see about my letters."

She laid her hand on his arm, "what is tho matter, Geoff?" she asked wistfully, "has anything troubled you?" He lifted the small, clinging fingers from his coat sleeve, "I have a wretched headache, that is all, good-bye for awhile."

About two hours later he stood before her door and knocked gently. "Come lu," she called, softly. It was a September day, but among the mountains, this month is sometimes almost cold, and Kathleen, a true child of the South, had ordered a log-tire built in the great oldfashioned tiro-plnce.

She was seated before it, with her small, slippered feet resting on the low fender her brown curls fell in rippling masses over her azure gown, "Kathleen," said Geoffrey's voice, so suddenly that she started, "I have received letters —business letters—that require, that demand—" he stammered horribly, any school-boy could have said his lesson better. "1 may as well come to the point at once, we must leave here in the morning." She ran to him with a little joyful cry. "Do you mean we are going home? How glad am, what delightful news." "Are you so tired of me already?" be

"Tired of you? Why will I not have you all to myself at Ashley?" "Hardly," with a short, mirthless laugh. "You will return to Ashley Miss Dnnvers is there, she will take good care of you, and I think you will be happy,—but I am not going with you. This letter is from Martin, my partner, he tells me there is something wrong with our European house, and wants me to go out at once and put things straight." She stood still in the center of the room, her soft eyes growing each moment more piteous la their expression. "You are going away? You will leave me behind?" He walked over to the window and looked out, although he believed her to be in reality glad of his departure, be, nevertheless, could not meet Mr wistful glance, and sustain his role of cold, careless indifference. "Yes," he said, afber a moment's pause, "I am going to Europe alone, I think It the better plan. If we went together we might grow tired ot each other," be stretched out his arms and yawned. "I am curious to try a bachelor's life again you will, I know, be happy at Ashley, you will have everything to make you so, old Miss Danvets to tabcueof vou, and plenty of yonng company to enliven the days, what mors could you wish?**

She longed to answer: "Yon—oh, my husband,you"bat pride forbade. She wept back to her chair, ber limbs wese trembling so that ahe oould not trait herself to stand she bit ber tips aad clinched her *""41 to keep biek the

tears. She had meant to tell him about Edgar Mannering, but what aid it matter now? He would not care about it if he knew? He had married her for pity, and bad grown tired of her, that was all was ft strange? She was so young, ten long years younger than he her eyes wandered across to where her husband stood: "Goeffrey," she said, timidly, "will you be long away "I cannot tell." She leaned her chin on her hand, and gazed sorrowfully into the fire, two big tears crept slowly down her cheek but she brushed them indignantly away. ''Kathleen," said her husband's voice from the window, "hadn't you bettei send for your maid? The trunks must be packed, and you have evidently forgotten your lunch." He could talk calmly about every-day affairs while her heart was breaking she hardened herself against him. "There is plenty of time,"

Geoffrey Roscoe went back to his lodging, with his friend's words ringing in his ears. That night he dreamed of his wife he thought she was standing in the old rose garden at Ashley! Her face was turned away from him, but the rounded cheek, the beautifully molded chin, the little shell pink ear, could not well be mistaken, ne was on the point of speaking to ber when slowly she turned her head—and he saw that her eyes were full of tears!

Two days later he sailed for America, and one glorious August day. wheu the sky was as blue as a mountain lake, and the earth was sweet with flowers, he stood on the platform at Manley Station, three miles away from his own home. "No, I do not want a horse," he said, in reply to the repeated offers ot an obsequious individual. "I would rather walk!"

The road led through a stretch of woods, and, as he walked swiftly, before long the grounds of Ashley came into sight. He opened the gates at the end of the avenue and struck across the shortgrass to the house. As he passed the tennis court, beyond the Cherokee hedge, he paused. From where he stood, he could »ce easily, without being seen by the party of young people assembled on the tawu there were two or three girls, and as many men, old Miss Danvers sat a short distance away, quietly knittiffg but she, whom he most longed to greet, whose soft eyes had led him home, was nowhere to be seen. His heart gave a great throb, the couple nearest him were talking of bis wife. "I have often told her she was foolish to care so much for him," the girl was saying, "but I might as well talk to the wind, any one so helplessly iu love I have never seen. It is 'my husband' from morning till night: for my part I have anything but a good opinion of him." "By the way, where is Mrs. Roscoe? She was here a moment ago." "Oh, I dare say she has slipped away to the rose garden."

Roscoe stayed to hear no more. With eager steps he made his way to the oldfashioned garden, beneath the drawingroom windows. Through the closeclipped bushes he caught the gleam of his wife's summer gown, as she paced slowly to and fro.

His heart was beating like a millstream, his breath came quickly. Without the slightest warning, for he desired to take her by surprise, he hurried down the path to her. She heard the footstep, and languidly turned her head but when she saw who it was that stood before her, the color rushed into her face, and, forgetful of everything save that she loved him, and that he had come back to her, she ran to him and threw herself lnu his arms. "My dear, my dear, you have come home again: 1 have so prayed for this." And then the selfcontrol of months gave way she clung to him. weeping passionately. "Kathleen, Kathleen Mavourneenbe whispered, and this time she did

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and came across the floor to him, her azure gown trailing after her—a young, beautiful creature and his wife, but he would not let himself be touched. "What is it you would say to me?" "Only this," with a little tremor in her gentle voice, "you have been very good to me, very*kind and thoughtful, I hope you know that I am grateful." He laughed angrily.

Gratitude, from one's wife, that is unusual. Listen to me, child," he caught her by the wrist. "I will not have your gjatitude—your pretty thanks what 1 have done, I have done I ask no recognition." Without another word, or backward glance, he turned and quitted the room, leaving

her

to ponder sorrowfully

over his strange, cold words and altered manner. They were playing at cross purposes, these two. Tl me alone could teach them the truth! *n.' "Goeflrey Roscoe! of all people, wfiat brings you here?" "Business, ray good fellow. "Business?

Ha,

ha—tell that to some

one else work, drudgery, trouble, they are not in your line, you fortunate lily of the field!"

Roscoe laughed, but he nevertheless reiterated that duty, and duty alone, had brought him to Europe. "By the way, Geoff, I heard you had married a wife furthermore, that she is beatiful. Will you present mo to her?" Roscoe's face flushed, but after a moment he said gaily: "Nothing would give me greater pleaU111*01'' "Ah, thank you when can I see her?" "Well, not for sometime she is in Louisiana now, at Ashley, you remember my old home?" "Ay, that I do, a paradise of a place, and so you left her behind? My dear boy, do you think you have acted wisely?" "Suppose she preferred it?" "Preferred it or not, which I doubt, you should never have left her a young, beautiful woman, the wife of few months quietly left at home to amuse herself as best she maj', while you go wandering over all Europe like a veritable will o' the wisp! Take my advice, Gofeffrey lam older than you, and should know you have probably quarreled, why deny it, It is a common thing but go home to her now, you have punished her enough!' "Punished her? Ha! Grey, you do not understand in the least. I am nothing toherl" "So you think," said the other, laying his hand kindly on the young*auan's shoulder, "but I say to you. learn tho truth, before despairing. Who knows she may be grieving her heart out for you this very moment?''

not

shrink at the name. "Do yon forgive me? I wa« unjust to you, love,

but

now

that! tak ypur pardon yon will be merciful, will yon not?" Her beautiful soft eye* grew dark with

S,^d"UOg!

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8hf Anew bia tail bead down to bum. and looked him earnestly in the eves.

her the truth. He pressed bis llpe to

soft brown curl thai had strayed across his face, and said, humbly: "Dear, 1: hardly know how to tell you, but I thought—I feared that Mannering—" "Go on I am listening."

t4That

you loved him, Kathleen."

She slipped out of his arms, and stood a few feet away from him, in her snowy gown and azure ribbons, gazing at iiitn reproachfully. "You

thought that

that

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ed, carelessly. "It is so pleasant here by the fire that I cannot tear myself away. Will you have my lunch sent up to me?'

He moved towards the door. "One moment, GoefErey"—she left

It was her turn to flush. "Because—because—" She broke down and could go no further. "Tell me, dear I would know the reason."

Her aims were clasped about his neck, her face was bidden on his breast he could not see the color that surged over cheek and brow. "I thought, Geoffrey, my kind, good husband, that you had married, me because vou felt sorrv for me." "Oh* Kitty, Kitty, when I loved you so dearly 1" "We were both wrong," she said, softly, "but we will never misunderstand each'other again, will we? And now, 'with shy pride,' don't you think it is time we found Miss Danvers she will be so glad to know that wo are friends again? "One more kiss," he said, tenderly, "one more kiss, my sweet wife it is so long since I had you to myself." "Whose fault was it?" she began, archly, then seeing his face fall, "never mind, it was mine as well as yours. But what could you expect of me, your child-wife, your—" "My Kathleen Mavourneen," he finished, clasping her to his heart.

Tricks of tho Birds.

"I was much amused one afternoon,"

Bays

an observant friend, "by

When Liszt tlved In a Flat.

Wrapped in his dressing gown, and with feet incased in slippers, Franz Liszt was sitting comfortably one evening in his arm chair, ready for work and inviting inspiration. On tho floor above, in the apartments of a banker, a noisy musical soiree was in progress. Polonaises had succeeded waltzes, and nocturnes had followed polonaises, when suddenly the door of tho salon opened and Liszt entered, still wrapped in his dressing gown. The astonishment of the Company may be imagined. With slow steps Liszt walked toward the piano, and the young key pounder who was sitting at it quickly left his place. Liszt sat down at the instrument, carelessly swept his fingers over the keys as if to prelude, and then suddenly he shut down the cover and put the key in his pocket. And immediately, with the same tranquil air with which he ha| entered, he went out and returned TO his room, where he could work at his ease.—San Francisco Argonaut.

At a Maine Funeral.

A Maine clergyman, who evidently is somewhat interested in the matter of funeral reform, writes: "Some time ago I attended a funeral which took place oil tho 'outskirts of civilization.' At the close of the services, as usual in the country, an invitation was given to the audienco to 'view tho remains.' After they had done so the relatives of the deceased went forward to take their last look at the familiar features, and naturally were mufch affected, some of thexu sobbing and crying in an audible manner. When all wero again seated the person who had charge of the funeral arose and remarked, 'We will now allow the friends a few minutes to git control of their feelin's,' shen resumed his seat, while the silence was only broken by the sound of sighs and weeping, which gradually died away. It struck me as an innovation upon the usual funeral customs, but no one there seemed at all surprised."— Lewiston Journal.

A taifs fXydraalle Riveting Plant. An immense hydraulic riveting plant —the largest ever made—has been built in Loudon for an engineering company in Holland, and is to be employed on marine boilers. The riveter has a gap 12 feet deep, closes its jaws with a power of 300 tons, and is capable of closing rivets up to S} inches in diameter. A traveling crane, 50 feet high, is designed to raise and manipulate a boiler weighing anything np to 50 tons. The crane is operated by two engines, steam for and the powerful pumps giving hydraulic power for the riveter's great accumulator is supplied by two steel bcalers, each capable of dctog duty equal to about 190 indicated botie powersNew York Telegram. \"t*

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yon went away* AJb, no wonder but how could you?"

He felt called upon to defend himself. "Well, really, you know, Kitty, you mustn't blame me too much. Do you remember that day at Loyd?" And then he told her the story. "Oh, Geoffrey, dear old Geoff .is that all?" she cried^ joyfully "why, I have never seen him since. I told him that I despised him that I loved you better than all the world beside." "You said that to him?" "Idid, indeed and if you wish"—she laid her soft cheek against his hand—"I will say it to you now." "Why didn't you tell me so then?"'

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family scene on a twig of a^ ehn tree, where a fly catcher had lier tiny brood of five, just out of the nest, all perched in a row. She was feeding tliem, and the little dots took their rations with great content as often as the mother caught an insect and flew back with the morsel to each open beak in turn. The regularity with which she kept account, feeding one after another, in exact order, from top to bottom of the row, was very interesting. Presently one small chap grew impatient, and while the mother was away fluttered over and crowded himself into the place next to the bird last fed—exactly as if he had planned to get the next fly. He sat there, looking very sober and innocent when the mother returned, but she saw the trick at once, and gave the fly to the right bird, whisking the interloper (as I fancied) with her wing as she passed him, by way of cuffing his ears. Probably he was the rogue of the family, and she knew him. too well."—Boston Transcript.

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A GREEDY EX-SOLDIER

THE REMARKABLE HISTORY OF AM ITALIAN IMPOSTOR.

Ho Impersonated His Dead Gomratle and Co an try man—Thereby He Secured Two Pensions—Ho Was Detected While ITrying to Sccare Some Unpaid Bounties.

"Talking about pension swindlers," said Maj. Harry Phillips recently, "the most remarkable case that ever came under my observation was that of an Italian by the name of Giusetto. He was as keen as a razor, well educated, but with a nerve and audacity which fcTV men possess. A year after the close of the war a claim for pension was filed for a man named Jacques Rollingcr, of Springfield, O. Ho had enlisted as a private in one of tho Ohio regiments in 1862, and had worked his way up untjl he had obtained a commission as a lieutenant. His claim was on account of rheumatism contracted in the service. After proving that it was contracted in tho service, and that it continued from the date of his discharge up to the dhte of tho application, the question was asked if he had been in the service previous to his enlistment iu the Ohio regiment.

To this ho answered that in 1861 he had enlisted in tho First New York Independent battalion. Upon searching the roll of the First New York Independent battalion his name was found. The records showed that Rollinger, on Jan. 30, 1864, had been transferred to Company of the Forty-seventh regiment, N. Y. S. volunteers, and that at tho battle of Olustee, on Feb. 80, 1804, he was reported wounded and taken prisoner by the Confederates. Thoy further showed that his name appeared on the roll of the Andersonville prison, and that h© was reported as having died there on Aug. 27,1864.

HE IMPOSED ON SECRETARY STANTON.

Upon a further search of tho war department records it was found that in 1865 a man claiming to bo Jacques Rollinger, accompanied by a little boy, had presented himself to Secretary Stanton, the then wer minister, with a very plausible story, stating that he had been in the Andersonville prison, was sick there and feigned %mth in order to escape that he jvas carried out of the prison inclosure with a lot of dead men, all being dumped to the ground together early in the morning. Watching ihis opportunity when the coast was clear of the guards he crawled unobserved toward a neighboring wood and finally escaped, reaching tho Union lines about the tirao. of the general surrender.

Secretary Stanton was impressed with the apparent sincerity of the man, who readily answered the questions concerning the prison and its surroundings satisfactorily. He believed the story, had the death record canceled and caused all the back pay and allowances to bo paid to the supposed Bollinger. Shortly afterward the man filed a claim for pension on account of disability resulting from a gunshot wound incurred while in the service, which was subsequently allowed. A few years after this pension was secured another claim for bounty, remusler and allowances was filed in the second auditor's office at Washington as being due Jacques Rollinger, of Company B, Forty-seventh New York volunteers, by a party claiming to bo the father of Jacques Rollinger. Evidence was Sled proving Jacques Bollinger's death and burial while a prisoner of war at Andersonville, Ga.

About this timo a pension and claim agent who did business at the New York city hall happened to call at the offico of another claim agent in that vicinity. Upon entering the offico of the second agent the first agent recognized a man present and called him by tho name of Giusetto.

THE DISCOVERY.

While conversing together the second agent told the first that the man he had accosted was not named Giusetto, but Zollinger, aiM that evidently it was a case of mistaken identity. He was positive of that, because he was then engaged

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prosecuting a claim before the government for back pay and- bounty due on :iccount of!:' son, who hgd died in the Andersonv^llo prison. Tho first agent •*aKwere*l that he could not be mistaken, for the reason that he had already secured a pension for the same man on account of gunshot wounds under tho name of Giusetto. The two agents, on comparing notes, made tip their minds that there was something crooked somewhere, and reported all the facts in their possession to the authorities at Washington.

The secret service officers of the pension bureau, upon searching the records at Washington, found that Giusetto had been a member of Company A, Fortyaeventh regiment, New York volunteers that Bollinger was born in France, near the Italian border, close to Giusetto'a birthplace, and that while both bad been mustered in the Forty-seventh regiment of New York volunteers, though in different companies, they had become warm friends, understanding each other's oativo language. They wero both taken prisoners at Olusteo and sent to Andersdnville, where Giusetto, during their long and weary prison days, learned all about the family story of Bollinger.

The secret service officers also ascertained that Giusetto waa the man who personated Bollinger immediately after the war and imposed on the secretary of war. it was also ascertained that through another claim agent CHusetto had secured a pension for himself, in his own name, lor wounds received when he was taken prisoner at the battle at which Rollin ger was captured. Had he been contented with the double pension be was receiving be might have escaped detection. He was tried, convicted and sent to the Stag Sing State prison for a term of seven years some time in the early seventies. After Giusetto served oat his time be returned to Bome, Italy, where a few years ago he was occupytag a responsible portion in a large boil-

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mako the famous ilorse Brand Baker IllaiiketlA.

JP C. DANALDSON,

ATTOBFEY -A.T UL-A-W 2286 WABASH AVENUE.

T^E. GEO. MARBACH, DENTIST. 51134 OHIO STREET.

TYR MEDICAL ELECTRICIAN T5 AT T. I7J.V.

CATAUKH, I1KA1), TllltOAT,

NERVOUS DISEASES,

Moles,Tamors, Snperflnoas Hair Removed

115 h. Sixth Street. Hour*: 0 to 11 n. m., 2 to ft p. m.

T^R. W. O. JENKINS, JL/ Ofllce, 12 south 7 at. Hours 1 -.30 to 8:80 Residence, cor. 5Ui and Linton. Office telephone, No. 40, Bnur's Drug Store.

Renldent telephone No. 17(1.

J)R. GILLETTE., D. D. S. XDEISTTZST. N. W. Uor. Main nnd.uoventli, opposite tho TerreHaute House.

DR

R. W. VAN VALZAH, Bucceiwor to

RICHARDSON VAN VALZAH,

X)EJ ISTTXST.

Office—Southwest corner Klftb and Main Btreew, over MUlonal ntat* HAUK lenirwnce on Fifth street.

J.NUGENT. M.J. BROPHY. ]S^UGENT & CO., PLUMBING and GA« FITTING

A 4 denier In

Gas Fixtures, Globes and tBnflrlnoer'i' Supplied.

505 Ohio fltreft, Terr* I«1

ROHKHT H. BLACK. JAMKH A. NISBET

JgLACK & NISBET, UNDERTAKERS find EMBALMER8, 26 N. Fourth Ht,. Te«re Hnute, Jnd.

All culls will receive prompt and curofui attention. Open day and night.

J8AAC BALL, FUNERAL DIRECTOR. Cor. Third and Cherry 8t«., Torre Haute, In^l Is prepared to execute all orders In his llr witu neatness and dlspatci

Embalming a Specialty.

DRfS.

ELDER BAKER, HOMKOPATHIC

PHYSICIANS and SURGEONS.

OFFICE 102 a SIXTH BTRBET, Opposite SavliJtji Bank. Nightcalls ntoffice will receive prompt a!, lentlop. Telephone No. 185.

A RCHITECT. joL W. Ti. wxiisonsr, 4 With (Central Manufacturing CO., Office, 030 Poplar Street, Terre Haute, Ind.

Mans and Specifications furnished for all kinds ot work.

Established 1861* Incorporated

QLIFT

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1888.

WILLIAMS CO.,

8uee"«sorsto Cllft, Williams ACo, J. H. Wzjui4a«s, President. J.

M. Cx-nrr, Sec'y and Treaa.

MAjrrTAortraxaa or

Sash, Doors, Blinds, etc.

AJf» UTTAVMB* TV

UMBER, LA TB, SHINGLES GLASS, FAINTS OILS

AND BUILDERS' HARDWARE. Muttony street, 'xjrner tth.

R. GAGG,

DKALSB £91

ARTISTS' SUPPLIES Fid ore Frames,

Moulding*

Picture Frames to Order. MeKaen* Block, s* Main st.

Kb and 7th.

University of Virginia,

CHARLOTTE8Vtl.LE.TA.

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