Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 21, Number 29, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 10 January 1891 — Page 2

CHAPTER XII.

"Tell mc truly and frankly, Capt. Lane." A dreary winter was that of 188— at old Fort Graham. Capt. Breese became major of the th, and his troop was ordered to exchange with K, which had boon so long at headquarters, and this brought old Jim Rawlins up to take command of the little cavalry battalion at "the oasis." There were many of the officers—Rawlins among them—who thought that after his success with "the Devil's Own," as troop had been called, Lano was entitled to enjoy the position of battalion commander: but Mrs. Riggs had promptly asserted her belief that he viis not in position to enjoy anything, He had come bride to the post lato in the fall, looking some years older and graver he ha-.l be :n very ill at Jefferson barracks, said a letter from that point, while waiting to tako out a party of recruits to the regiment ho had resumed duty without a word to anybody of the matters that had so suddenly callcd him east, but there was no need of telling: they know all about it at least thoy said and thought thoy did.

Mrs. Riggs had had such complete accounts from Noel, and had received such a sweet letter from Miss Vincent in reply to the one she had written congratulating her upon lior engagement to her (Mrs. Riggs') "favorito among all the officers—and tho colonel's too." "She was so sorry—so painfully distressed— about Capt. Lain ," said Mrs. Riggs. "She never really cared for him. It was gratitude and propinquity and pleasure In his attentions that she mistook for love but sho never knew what love Was until, tho mot Gordon. They wore to (pe marrieS efirly in the spring and would take only a brief tour, for he had to v|a at his station. She dreaded coining to

the regiment, though she would follow Gordon to the end of the world if he said so, for sho knew there were people who would blame her for breaking with Capt. Lane as sho had to but sho know long before she did so that they could never bo happy together. She had written to him, telling him all, long before he came east, and they had that dreadful scene in which Mr. Noel had behaved with such perfect self command and such excessive consideration for Capt. Lane's feelings. Of course, as Gordon said, all possibility of reconciliation or future friendship between them was At an end unless Capt. Lane humbly apologized. She had been mercifully spared hearing it: for tho fearful expression of his face when they discovered hiiu listening at tho portiero had caused her to faint away, and sho only came to, Gordon said, in time to prevent his pitching him out. of tho window, so utterly was lu tried. She was so thankful to have in Mrs. Riggs a friend who would not we Gordon wronged, and who could be counted on to deny any stories hat, poor Capt. Lane, in his disappointment. might put in circulation."

But Lano never mentioned the subject. As for tho letters to which sho referred, they all followed him east in one bundlo and were sent to her unopened: and she know when sho wrote to Mrs. Riggs that, though she might have "told him all," as sho said, he never knew a word of it until his eyes and ears revealed the truth that wretched night in the library where his brief, sweet love dream began and ended.

There were other matters wherein Mr. Noel himself was consulting Mrs. Riggs. FIe was now senior first lieutenant Any accident of service might make him a captain, and then, if precedent were followed, "he might be ordered to join at once. Ordinarily, as she well knew, nothing would give him greater joy: but now—solely on Mabel's account—in hesitated. A friend at the war depart maut had said that, if Col. Kiirgs would approve, a six months' leave to visit Europe, for the purpose of prosecuting his professional duties, might tx» obtained. Would sho kindly, etc."

There was no one to write or speak for Lane: only one side of tho story was being told, and, though the men had had little else than contempt for Noel, thoy were of small account in molding garrison opinions as compared with two or three determined women.

But no one saw the sorrowful, almost heart broken, letter written by Mrs, Vin cent to Lane. She had no words in which to speak of Mabel's conduct. They had both been deceived and yet she implored him for forgiveness for her child. The world was all changed now. Their home remained to them, and her own little fortune, together with the wreck of Mr. Vincent's, bat Regy hs^d to go out into the world and seek tfeara what he could. Ho had no idea of business. There was no one to step in and

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[Copyrighted by J. B. Lippincott Company, Philadelphia, and published through special arrangement with the American l'ress Association

build-up the old farm, and the executors had advised that everything be closed out. Mr. Clark's affairs had been left in lamentable confusion, but luckily he liad nothing else to leave—nothing, that is, but confusion and creditors. People were constantly importuning her for payment of his liabilities, clal*ning that they were contracted by the firm. Her lawyers absolutely forbade her listening to such demands. If she paid one-fourth of them she would have nothing left. Lane thought of his sacrificed Cheyenne property and the little fortune he had so freely offered up to save to the girl he loved the home in which she had been reared. The very roof under which the girl had plighted her troth to him and then dishonored it for Noel—under which, day after day, she was now receiving, welcoming, caressing him—was practically rescued for her and her mother by the money of the man she had cast aside.

The wedding cards came in April. It was to be a quiet affair, because of the death of Mr. Vincent within the year. Lane read the announcement in The Army and Navy Journal, and sat for a while, the paper dropping to the floor and his head upon his hands. Elsewhere in its columns he found a full account, written evidently by some one thoroughly well acquainted with all the parties, except perhaps the gallant groom.

When Lane's servant tiptoed in at reveille the next morning to prepare the bath and black the boots he was surprised to find that officer sitting at his desk with his head pillowed in his arms. He had not been to bed, and did not know that reveille had sounded. Was he ill? Did he need the doctor? No. He had to sit up late over some letters and papers, and had finally fallen asleep there. All the same Dr. Go wen, happening into the hospital while Lane was visiting one of his men after sick call, stopped and keenly examined his face. "I want you to go right to your quarters and stay there, Lane, for you've got a fever, and, I believe, mountain fever," were his immediate orders. "I'll be with you in a moment." It was only the beginning of what proved to be a trying illness of several weeks' duration. When Lane was able to sit up again it was the recommendation of the post surgeon and of his regimental commander that he be sent east on sick leave for at least three months. And the first week of June found him at West Point he had many old and warm friends there, and their companionship and cordiality cheered him greatly. One night, strolling back from parade to the broad piazza of the hotel, he saw the stage drive up from tho landing and a number of visitors scurry up the steps in haste to escape the prying eyes of the older arrivals, who invariably thronged the south piazza at such times and curiously inspected the travel stained and cinder spotted faces of those whose ill luck it was to have to run that social gantlet.

There was something familiar in tlie face of a young lady following a portly matron into the hall, and when a moment later he came -upon the massive framo of Mr. Amos Withers, registering himself, his wife, daughters and Miss Marshall, of tho Queen City, Lane knew at once that it was his friend of the dismal dinner of nearly a year ago. Later that evening he met her in the hall, and was surprised at tho prompt and pleasant recognition which she gave him. It was not long before they were on the north piazza, watching that peerless view up tho Hudson, and, finding that sho had never been there before, and was enthusiastic in her admiration of the scenery. Liuie took pleasure in pointing out to her tho various objects of interest that could bo seen through tho brilliant sheen of moonlight. And so, having mado himself at once useful and entertaining, he finally went to his bed with a sensation of having passed rather a brighter evening than ho had known in a long, long time.

On tho following day Miss Marshall was in the hall reading when he came out from breakfast. She was waiting, she said, for Mrs. Withers to come down. Tho nurse was dressing the children. "I want to ask you something, Capt. Lane. I saw Mrs. Vincent just before I left home, and had a little talk with her. She has always been very kind to me. Did von ever receive a letter she wrote to you three or four weeks ago?" "I never did." said Lane. "Do yon think that she did write to mef "I know she did. She told me so, and expressed great surprise that you had accorded her no answer. She felt very sure of your friendship, and she was e* a loss to understand your silence. Although I had only met yon once or twicebefore I felt that I knew yon so well that yon could not refuse to answer a letter from so lovable a woman as she, and I deemed it my duty to let you know what she had told me. -1 am very glad now that I did so." -Is she at homer asked Lane, eagerly. "She was when I left, bnt they were expecting to go to the mountains. Mrs. Noel seems to be drooping a little. The weather is very warm there already, as yon know, and the doctor has advised that both ladies go up to Deer Park. Mrs. Noel doesn't wish to go, as it takes her so far from her husband: but, as he was able to get there quite frequently when they were there before, I see no reason why he should not be able to join them every week now." "Was he there frequently when they were there before?" asked Lane, an old, dull pain gnawing at his heart. "He was these three or four times to

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mv knowledge' during our stay, butfcr course* I:i3 visits vtei^^f^'brief he came jjencrally Saturday and went away at midnight Sunday." "I will go and telepaph to Mrs. Vihcent. Ef need be I wiH go and see her and I thank yon very much, Miss Marshall."

That evening he received a dispatch from Mrs. Vincent in response to the one sent almost immediately after this conversation. "If possible, come here I greatly desire to see you. Wire„answer." What could it mean? ^s-j-

By the first train on the following morning he left for New York, and was far on his way to the Queen City when sunset came. Arriving there, he went first to the old hotel, and, after changing his dress and removing the stains of travel, for the first time since his memorable visit of October hemonnted the broad stone steps and kec *o ree Mrs. Vincent. She came dowi nbnost in-stantly-and Lane was shu/. to see how she had failed since tlieir last meeting. Yeara seemed to have been added to her age her hair was gray the lines in her gentle, patient face had deepened. She entered, holding forth both hands, but when she looked into his eyes her lips quivered and she burst into tears. Lane half led. half supported her to a chair.'and, drawing one to berside, spoke soothingly to her. For a few moments she could not speak, and when she

did

checked her. "Oh, you too have aged and suffered! and it is all our doing—all our doing!" sbf- moaned, as her tears burst forth anew. "Never mind my crow's feet and gray hairs, dear lady," he said. "It is high time I began to show signs of advancing age. Then, too, I am just up from a 3iege of mountain fever." "Was that the reason you did not answer?" she presently asked. "I

never

got your letter, Mrs. Vincent.

When was it mailed?" "About the 10th of May. I remember it well, because—it was just after Mabel and Capt. Noel got back from their tour." "Pardon me, but did you post it yourself?" "No. The postman always takes my letters. I leavo them on the little table in the vestibule." "Where any one can see them?" "Yes but who would touch my letters?"

Lane did not know, of course. He was only certain that nothing from Mrs. Vincent had reached him during the past six months. "Capt. Lane," she said, at last, "1 want you to tell me the truth. Just af-

Mabel's marriage I heard that a story was in circulation to. the effect that it was your money that enabled Mr. Vincent to tide over the crisis in his affairs a year ago.' It was even said that you had sold property .at a loss to supply him with means and some people in society aro so cruel as to say that Mabel's trousseau was actually purchased with your money, because it had never been repaid. I know that Mir., Vincent often spoke ol? his Obligation and gratitude to yon. Tell njc truly and: frankly, Lane, did ybti give fay husband 'money? Is this stoty true?" "I never gate Mr. Vincent a cent." '7

"Oh, I am so thankful! We have been the means of bringing such sorrow to you" .! "I beg, you,-make no referenco to that, Mrs. Vincent. Neither your honored husband nor you have I ever thought in the least, responsible. And as for this other matter,, you have been misinformed.'' "What cruel, reckless stories people .tell! It hurt me terribly and then when no answer came to my letter I felt that probably there was something in it, and that you were hiding .the truth from me. Mabel heard it, too, but she said that Capt. Noel investigated it at once and found that it was utterly false, I could not be satisfied until, I. had your own.assurance."

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And here once more Mrs. Vincent's tears poured forth, and it was some time before she could control herself/

At last the captain felt that he must go. It was now his purpose to leave town as soon as he could attend to one or two matters of business. 4.-0 "Shall I not see you again?" she asked, as he rose to take his leave. "I fear not," he answered. "There is nothing to require more than an hour or two of attention here, and then I shall seek a cooler spot for a few weeks' rest, then back to the regiment." "But we-Sthat is, I heard you had three months' sick leave."

"Very true but I only need one, and I am best with my troop." "Tell me," she asked, "is it true that there is trouble brewing again among the Indians—at San Carlos, isn't it/" "There seems to be bad blood among them, and no doubt disaffection but if sufficient troops axe sent to the agency and to scout around the reservation thev can be held in check."

But I hare been told that you hare too small a force to watch them. I wish you were not going back: but it is like yon, Capt. Lane

And so they parted. He Raw and heard and asked nothing of Ms whilom fiancee. He did not wish to see her husband. He meant to have left town that very evening, after brief consultation with a real estate agent whom he had had occasion to employ in his service but even as lie was stowing his traveling "kit" in a roomy leather bag there came a knock at hisdoor and there entered a man in plain civilian dress, who motioned the bell boy to clear oat, and then held forth aphpto-

"Capt. Lane, is that your man Taintor?" "That is certainly like the man," was Lane's answer, after careful inspection. "Have you got him?" "No, sir. We had him, and took Capt. Noel to see him, and the captain said there was some mistake. He wears his hair and beard different now but we know where he is. at least where he was up to yesterday. He left his lodgings at noon and took a bag with liira, as though he meant to be away a few days. He does copying and typewriting, and manages to get along and support a good looking young woman who passes as his wife. That's what we think brought him back here last winter." "Why didn't you take some of the recruiting party to see him? They could identify him." "All the old men that were with you are gone, sir. It's a new lot entirely. They said the sergeant coulcbrt get along with the captain at all, and they were all sent away." "Where's the woman who kept the lodging house for the party?' "She's gone, too, sir. They moved away hist winter because Capt. Noel gave the contract to another party in a different part of the town. We let the thing slide for quite a while but when the chief heard that you had arrived in town he thought he'd shadow the fellow until you could see him, but he had skipped. Was there any way he could have heard you were coming?" "No. I telegraphed from West Point to Mrs. Vincent. She was tho only one who knew." "Beg pardon, sir, but isn't that Capt. Noel's mother-la-law? The captain lives there, I think.1'

Lane turned sharply and studied the man's face. A question was at his very tongue's end—"You do not suppose he could have given warning?"—but he stifled it, his lips compressing tight. "If you think he has gone because of my coming I will leave on the late train, as I purposed, and you can wire to me when he returns. Then keep him shadowed until I get here."

And with this understanding they parted, Lane going at once to a cool re sort on one of the great lakes. Four days later came the dispatch he looked for, and accompanied by two detectives Lane knocked at the indicated doorway one bright, sunshiny afternoon within forty-eight hours thereafter.

A comely young woman opened the door just a few inches and inquired what was wanted. "Mr. Graves was not at home." He certainly would not have been in a minute more, for a man swung out of the third story window and, going hand by hand down the convenient.lightning rod, dropped into the arms of awaiting officer, and that night the forger and deserter spent behind the bars in tho Central station. The identification

complete.

Lane was to appear and make formal charge against him the following morning. Going down to an early breakfast, he picked up one of the great dailies at' the news stand, and, after taking his eeatUt table and ordering alight repast,1 lie opened the still moist sheet. The first glance at the headlines was enough to start him to his feet. "Indian Outbreak."

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|"And now you have it," he said, with & Smile that shone on his worn face ana beamed about his deep set eyes like sunshine after April showers. "You are go ing to be advised nofr, are you not, and seek change and rest in the mountains?" "We meant to go this week, but Mrs. Paterson, of Philadelphia, is urging us to spend the summer with her at the sea shore, where she has a roomy cottage. Sho is a cousin of Captain Noel's, and was an intimate friend of Mabel's at school. That was where my daughter first heard of him. Oh, I wish—I wish"—-

Apaches on the War

Path." "Murder of Agent Curtis at San Carlos.",,j "Massacre of. a Stage Load of Passengers," "Captain Rawlins, Eleventh cavalry, a victim.",, "Horrible Atrocities.' "Troops in Pursuit.". ilt was, the ,old., old story briefly told. Warnings disregarded: official reports of the neighboring troop commanders pooh-pbdhed and pigeon holed by functionaries df the Indian bureau: a sudden, dtr.rtlirig'rush of o^e body* upon the agent and''his helpless family a simultaneous dash from the Otlicr end of the reservation upon the scattered ranches in the valley a stage coach ambushed a Valued old soldier butchered in cold blood. There was, no more (thought of breakfast!. for Lone. He hurried to the telegraph office, thence to the,police statiia, thence to an attorney whom he was advised to employ, and by noon he was whirling westward. "ITo., laggard he'" when the war cry rang along the blazing border.

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The Good Old Times. -tir

v'^Then limes were good, .p Merchant* oarca not rush For any other fare, -1 t. Than Johnlc cake and mush.

But now times have changed, and the )lain and simple fare of the forefeathers done away with. Patent Hour, and high seasoned food, and stroag drink, have taken its place, and, as a result, dyspepsia, impure blood, and diseases of the stomach, liver and lungs are numetous. This great change has led one of the most skillful physicians of tbp age to study out a remedy for these modern diseases, which he has named bis "Golden Medical Dicoyery.'' Dr. Pierce in this remedy has found a cure for Dyspepsia, Bronchitis, Asthma, Consumption, in its early stages, and Liver Complaints."

Pain and dread attend the use of most catarrh remedies. Liquids and snuffs are unpleasant as well as dangerous. Ely's Cream Balm is safe, pleasant, easily appilsd into the nostrils, and a sure cure. It cleanses the nasal passages and heals the inflamed membrane, giving relief at once. Price 50c. 'The most obstinate cases of catarrh are cured by the use of Ely's Cream Balm, the only agreeable remedy. It is not a liquid or snuff, is easily applied into the nostrils. For cold in the head it is magical. It gives relief at once. Price 50 cents. 39-2

,U The Pulpit and tbe Stage*' Bev. F. M. Shrout, Pastor United Brethren Church, Blue Mound. Kan., says: "I feel it my duty to tell what wonders lr. King's New Discovery has done for me. My Lungs were badly diseased* and my parishioners thought I could live only a few weeks. I took five bottles of Dr. King's New Discovery and am sound and well, gaining 26 lbs. in weight/'

Arthur Love, Manager Love's Fanny Folks Combination, writes: "After a thorough trial and convincing evidence, I am confident Dr. King's New Discovery for Consumption beats 'em all, and cores when everything else fails. The greatest kindness I can do my many thonsand friends is to urge them to try it." Trial bottles 10 cents at J. A C. Barn's drug store. Regular sizes 60c and

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THEIR BED A COFFIN.

LIFE OF A SMALL RELIGIOUS COMMUNITY !N MONTREAL.

A ttijjorons Existence—At Certain Times of the Day Young Girls Wear Heavy Ox Chains About Their Necks—There Are bnt Five [Enthusiasts, However.

There are five women and one man living in Montreal who sleep every night in coffins. For some time past The Empire correspondent has been told of a r'ain Dr. Jacques, a widower and gi...'i::ite of the Victoria School of Medicine, who, without obtaining permission from the ecclesiastical authorities, had founded a community, and in order to verify the reports of the extraordinary character of the house in question a visit was paid to the establishment. The reporter was received most cordially by the doctor, and, while conducting the correspondent through the different departments of his singular little monastery, he related th? history of the work since its foundation.

Dr. Jacques has the appearance of a very sincere man, but is evidently touched on the religious question, and. in fact, he admits that Archbishop Fabre is not pleased with the work he is carrying on. However, he believes God is with him, and that the ecclesiastical approbation will sooner or later descend upon his head. "I made a bargain with the bon Dieu," began the zealous doctor, "the year the smallpox raged in Montreal. I visited no less than 1,200 cases, and in return God greatly favored the mission I have in hand, viz., the adoration of the 'Holy Face.'"

WEARING OX CHAINS.

Among these patients was a family from St. Jerome named Aubin, and the father and mother, with five daughters, the eldest 84 years, and the youngest 18. now live under the doctor's roof. The parents live like ordinary mortals, but the five children lead a life almost as severe as the terribly austere regime of a Carmelite nun. The house in question is not of modern construction by any means, and when the visitor was shown into the court yard in the rear the elder Aubin was engaged washing the doctor's wagon, and his good wife was similarly occupied with the windows.

As this worthy couple do not belong to the community proper, and consequently do not sleep in coffins, they were left at tlieir work, and the next floor was reached. The five little sisters, as the doctor calls them, \frere found robed in red material, with a white head dress falling down over their shoulders. These girls have no education whatever, yet their medical protector says they are very learned in things pertaining to the celestial sphero. They retire at halfpast 8 and arise at 4, and although they do all the work for the house, the greater part of the day is spent in adoration and prayer.

By the side of a nicely decorated altar stands a post abojot six feet in height, add -upon

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plained as follows by the good doctor: When Montreal is given over to carniyjils. to balls and parties, and when the devil finds it easy to tempt frail man and womankind, it is at these seasons that the five sisters devote themselves mbst intently to penitence and prayer. This heavy chain is liung ground each sister's neck for an hour at a time, while they kneel in prater for tlieir sisters of the world whom destiny has thrown in in at on a

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The doctor1 now draws aside a curtain, and a largo, deep coffin, painted black arid covered over with gray cotton meets the-astonished gaze of the reporter.' The cloth being removed the pillow iB found to be made, of soft wood, and not a single article of clothing is visible. The five sisters sleep upstairs, the second floor being divided into a half dozen small, cheerless rooms ,or cells. The furniture in each of these sleeping apartments con sists of a black coffin, a table and a tin washbasin, the same absence of clothing being quite as marked as on the floor below. In reply to a question Dr. Jacques stated that the girls would rather die any time than leave the community, and he rattled off the most wonderful miracles that had been operated following a brief sojourn in his community.

A brother from Oka had left his own establishment broken down with disease, and after a sojourn of forty-eight hours had returned to his monastic home in the Otland weighing sixty pounds more than when he left, dnd being quite unrecognisable by

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religious confreres 'In

fact," concluded the doctor, "far more miracltM are performed here than at Ste. Anne de Beaupre, and everything has been done but bringing the dead to life again."

The only recognition of this famous community by the archbishop of Montreal is in the fact that the Eev. M. Filjatrault, of St. James' church, isspiritual director of the five sisters in question, of whom three go to communion every morning and two three times a week.— Cor. Toronto Empire.

Men'* Night Shirt*.

There is no specialty in the range of men's furnishings in which greater strides have been made than in the manufacture of night shirts. In the contemplation of the crude home made articles of a few years ago, cut at haphazard out of coarse material, it is in the nature of a revelation of careful and good taste to contemplate the array of slum bfr gowns that are now offered to the purchaser from which to make a selection.

From the most frugal to the most sybaritic taste tbese essential garments of somnolence may be had promptly for the asking.—Clothier and F'cniiaher

Woman*® t*

Auntie (reading)—"The government has contracted for a number of mag&girw

ucs.' Now I wonder what a magazine gun is? "ie Niece {from Vaasar)—-I gaem it's the kind that go off only once a month.— Pittsburg Bulletin.

THE BELLS OF THE CITY.

Tho bells of tho city sound aloud Over tho heads of tho hurrying crowd. Marking surely tho flight of time, Ringing out a melodious chime, Calling loudly through tha busy hum,

Come! come I como! como!

"The minstrel group from Trinity on 11 To the belfry band in the city hall, And the echoes fly at a lively paco To meet with the charming cherubs of Qrnoot And all join in the tuneful fong.

Ding, dong! ding, dong:

Now a melody- now: a prayerWoven in through the harps of air, Finds its way to the prisoner's cell. To the homes of tho rich and poor who dwell So far it sounds like a drowsy hum.

Come! come! come! come!

I know the bells are endowed with speech. And have a message they bring to each, And none can give the signal clear That is meant for another person's ear. Or guess what memories throb and throng—

Ding, dong! ding, dong!

But bells of Trinity! bells of Grace! Ring out like birds from a lofty place A song of joy, and not of woe, O'er the pretty scene in the church below, And call aloud through the buzz and hum,

Come! come! come! come!

They come to the altar, bride and groom, She with her cheeks like a rose in bloom. While the organ tells with its tuncvr! swells That the beaux of tho city ring the ^jlls And echoes awaken through Christendom:

Ding, dong! Gome! come! —New York ledger.

The Absorption of New England Farms.

Some fifteen years ago, in the early days of the Mount Desert summer travel, I met on the beach at Newport. R. I., a shipwrecked sea captain from Bar Harbor, who talked in eloquent astonishment of the rapid changes coming over the ownership of real estate in that region. "It does jest beat all," he declared. "Folks will come along from New York or Philadelpliy and they'll kinder take a fancy to a man's farm. They'll end in givin' him more for it than lie ever thought o' askin' for it and then they'll pay him more for livin' on it in winter to take care of it than he ever made off of it.'"

This duplex good bargain, this gain in both principal and interest at the same time,, seemed quite too much for my weather beaten friend's comprehension. Yet the same process has been going on for years, in a manner less conspicuous, along the whole New England coast, and through all tho mountain region of tho Appalachian range. Side by side with that crowding into cities in winter, a steady crowding out of cities for summer residence: and this is in many cases displacing the original resident of the soil and substituting new ownership.

In the region where I now find myself one may look from the hills over many thousand acres, not one of which now belongs to a permanent resident of tho town. Farms have been bought and united, one man owning 800 acres, another 700, and so on. in a region where 200 acres was once regarded as a large farm.—Harper's Bazar.

A Romance: H'e^ GuVitownlJ

It was shortly after the Revolutionary9 wiir that an Hinr to a baronetcy in 'Eng-!

land, and possessing tlv.i \yarlike liaineof Qunn, proved himself a Tory of the most'' notorious stripe. Rather than live ini!i,J commune with the creatures of a repub-. i' lib he joined tho Chickasaw Indians' aad became a chief. He married a fair daughter of the tribe,, and by the marriages lovely child was born, and Okalallah became the pride of the Chickasaw n.-ition and was noted for her beauty, comeliness and modesty. Hence the name, of Guptown.—-Memphis AppealAvalanche!

Jamos P. Voorhees, of ivil\ a son h. of! the senator,iia an auti. jv, an- actor anjd a.Pffulptor of. acknowledged merit,r)j aiid he has written a play which those, who have,read it,are confident will prove, a jsuccHa8 Air. Voorhees' well known,.,^ pi^ce, of sculpture, the "Hwul of the, SaVioui," was said by Cardinal Gibbons, r.oibe the best expression tlje subject'" 1 ho had ever sceti. ',u•

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tfere'is a list of the mohtHiicees^fiirwo'rnen prenchem in the country: Rev. Florence Kallocky of Chicago Mrs. C. L. Jaclcson, of Greenpoiat, L. I. Elizabeth Cumstock, of! Union Springs, N. Y. Mary L. Morehead, of Wyanet, Ills. Maggie M. Elliott, of Arrowsrnith, Tils. Ella Niswonger, of Elliott, Ills.: Mrs. Ormistoit Chant, Rev. Anna Oliver and Rev. Phaoc Ilanaford. The indications are that the list will con-. liaue to grow as the years roll by.—Exchange. _____

As'our reporter came along WaterStreet last night shivering with the chill night air, and drawing his over-H,-f coat tightly about him, he thought, "now is the time for coughs and colds," but if poor mortals only knew what a certain cure Dr. Bull's Cough Syrup is,

how few would long suffer, and then it coits only twenty-fire cents.—Sandusky, (Ohio) Register.

Farmers will find that Sklyation Oilis a sure remedy for frosted feet. All dealers keep it.

Dyspepsia

Makes the lives of many people miserable, causing distress alter eating, sour stomach, sick headache, heartburn, loss of appetite, a faint, "all gone "feeling, bad taste, coated tongue, and irregularity of

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the bowels. Dyspepsia does

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get well of itself. It

requires careful attention,

Eating

and a remedy like Hood's

Sarsaparilla, which acts gently, yet efficiently. It tones the stomach, regulates the digestion, creates a good ap- Sick petite, banishes headache, and refreshes Jhe mind. "©3030110 "I have been troubled with dyspepsia. I had but little appetite, and what I did eat distressed me, or did me

Httle good. Alter eating I

DU rn would have a faint or tired, sD-gone feeling, as though I had not eaten anything. My trouble was aggravated by my business, painting. Las) ft/tue spring I took Hood's Barsaparilla, which did me an "tOWlaCil immense amount of good. It gave me an appetite, and my food relished and satisfied the craving I had previously experienced." Gkoboe A. Pack, Watertown, Mass.

Hood's Sarsaparilla

SoidbyaUdrBggists. fl tlx for Prepared only by C.I. HOOD A CO., Apotiwetfto.teiral], Mass.

IOO Doses One Dollar