Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 22, Number 11, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 5 September 1891 — Page 2

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Lk*t rhose who read the following pagos Khould deem this siory at all improbable if I* iierhap." its chief incidents art tual occurrence which took place in Kaj,!cs during the last scathing visitation of the Hioh-ra in IK*4. We know well by tlie chronicle of daily Journalism, that the Infidelity of wives is, must unhappily, becoming common—far toe (•onimon for the. peace and good repii!'* of Ho. ii y. Not so common Is an onf rased husband's vengeance—not often d:tres he take the law into his own hand*— fur in Knuland, at least, such lioidiii s-, on his purl would doubles* lie deemed a worse crime than that, by which h\ per .onaily. Is doomed to suffer. Hiii- in hiily things are on a different footiim—the verbosity and red tape of the law, and the iic.-iu lting vniiel of "•peeu! ries, are not ther« considered sulli'M-'iitly efiieacious to soothe a mail's tL-tsn iu-d honor and ruined name And thus-- whether right or wrong---it often api» n-i thai strange and itwfui deeds ill'e per pet rated—• deeds of which th- world in general hears nothing, i»nd which when brought to Ikrht at :t-d an- received with surprise and inei( (iu!iiy. Yet the romances planned by t!w brain of (he novelist or dramatist am p..ir in comparison with tiie romances of red I life life wrongly termed common-

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hut wlti'di, in fact, teems with ir, i.'!-die« as great and dark and soul iMi-niriiig as any devised by Sophocles or ShuUe-pearc. Nothing is more strange' iii vi truth -nothing at times more terrible. M.vitiK Coiti:i.M.

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tuit ,o city and tlx?}' wiii trill you was one of the victims of the cholera that ravaged .Xanles in l-'S I. iind that my mortal n-niiiln.s lie funeral vault of 1 live! 1 conrsing tliroinjh thirty summers— iioml in\ i^oj-ii mine U*. tuSiH a

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irt'ieudud So love) to clean:-!as lire and Mire air than to lay tliem In a cold vault )f stone, or down, down in the wet and dinging earth. For loathly things are lidden deep in the mould—things foul Hid ail unnameab'o—long worms—slimy •reature- wit!: blind «'vos and useless vliigs—abortions and deformities of -he insi-et tribe born of po:^»notis /aponr-—creature* the very skrht of vhich «iid drive: yon, O delie.vtt woman. int a lis of hysteria, and wouid provoke even yon, O strong man, to a shudder of repulsion. Bat there Is a worse thing than these-, merely physical

necessary to say that horrors which come of so-called Christfounded on an ae- ian burial—that is, the terrible oncerlowered

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tainty. What, if after we hav the narrow strong box containing our dear deceased relation into its vaul or hollow in the ground—what, if after we have worn a seemly garb of woe, and tortured our faces into the fitting expression of gentle and patient mel-ancholy—-what, I say, if after all the reasonable precautions taken to insure safety, they should actually prove iiiisullicient? What—if the prison to which we iiave consigned the deeply-regretted one should not have web close doors as we fondly imagined? What if the stout coilin should bo wrenched apart by fierce and frenzied fingers? What, if our late dear friend should not be dead, but should, like Lazarus of old, come forth to challenge our affection anew? Should we not. grieve sorely that we had ailed to avatl ourselves of the secure and classical method of cremation? Kspeekilly if wo had henelited by worldly goods or money left to us by the so deservedly lamented! For we are self-deceiving hypocritesfew of us are real Iv sorry ior the dead —few of us remember them with any real tenderness or affection. And yet God knows! they may need more pity !liar we dream of.

But let me to my task. I, Fabio Roman!, lately deceased, am about to chronicle the events of one short year—a year in which was compressed the auouy of a long and tortured lifetime. One. little year'.'—one sharp thrust from the dagger of time'. It pierced my heart—the wound still trapes and bleeds, and every drop of blood tainted as it falls-!

One suflVriiig, common to many, I have never known, that is—poverty. I is born rich. When my father,.Count Filippq (iomani, died, leaving me. then a lau Of seventeen, sole, heir to his enornion pos.seJsiotis—sole head of his povf-' erful liou /—there were many can with their usual kinduj

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fearlessly. I c*n dip the poti In my own b»od a" a cIioomv and none shall galastv For the gre«n silence of a vast mh American forest encompasses me 'be grand and stately silence of a vh.inai nature, almost unbroken by the rsuhb's* step of man's civlllatioa—a hav it of jn rfect calm, delicately disturb--he fluttering wings and soft voices r'-. and the gentle or stormy murthe fmvbora winds of hoavea. W, i. ihfs charmed circle of wt 1 iri ri' I lift np my overburdened ske a brimming chalfce and

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struction with a certain degree of rii nant expectation and—they were evirffa2 hie person.- too. Thev were re-,pei tabff eonncci\|, their words carried weight—

an a t. iiii* alieioi^lyj, curding to :illle-i-. ettrnbie roic

—i |1( me.

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chura came N'ea O' and !, date nd iKar. foli l'1 out ras

il the fiery passion.* my race, had an inthe coiiieiiipf il)ie vices

'.v desire- of the urnhinkimr vult.ia.nbiink' seemed tome adelirious i'iriuk, a d' stroyer of health and lieemi.ius eximvagance an he poor. 1 chose mv own

way of iife—a middle course between simplicity and luxury—a judicious mingling of home-like peace with the saietv of sympathetic social intercourse—an even tenor of intelligent existence which neither exhausted the mind nor injured the body. dwelt in my father's Villa—-a miniatore palace of white mnrbie, situated on a woudwi height ivtrlooking the Bay of Naples. !y pleasure grounds were innged with fragrant groves of orango and myrtle, where hundreds of fullvoiced nighUngales warbled their lovemelodies to the gohlenmoon. SparklS ituT fountains rose and fell in huge stone basins carved with many a quaint design, and their Ctxl murmurous soiash refreshed the Inirninst silence of th« hottest summer air. In this retreat I lived at peace for some happy years, surrounded bv books and pictures, ami visited frei|Uemly by friends—yonn^ men whose tastes were more or less like my own. and who were capable of equally appreciating the merits of an antique volume, or the flavor of a rare vintage.

Of women I saw little or nothing. Truth to toll. I instinctively avoided them. Parents with marriageable daughters invited me frequently to their houses, but these invitations generally refused. My best books warned mo against feminine society—and I believed and accepted the warning. This tendency of mine exited rae to the ridicule of those araonc my companions who were amorously inclined, but their gay Jests at what they termed my "weakness" never affected me. I trusted in friendship rather than love, and I had a friend—one for whom at that time I would gladly have laid down

she cround, to the last drop '..ostained therein. The world .m my history. .. and yet living! How thou has clasped imager arms roand a coy

Ah. my friends! ym I waist a®4 the beating of a p**dooi"' ti»i of your dead relations for a t« h«*rt agalust thine own I A troee •ntoititv, you should have their bodies Uo chf aaasty vdlmMti Belftve It,

Otherwise Umsi** Is ao kcoir« I ai»eieniand somnirfal pfcllatophert ns hat tnsy Ctr^maiioa to th* had no manhood In thorn—their blood »ay he wsiy way. It t« dean, a»4 water—and their slander* Mralast »afe Why «hooid there b« any {mjo* women were but the pettish nU«raoc« tt« It? $«r«ly it Is better to ot their own deserved disappointments, the the remains of what w« )oir«d (or Those wIm miss the chief prt» of life

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7jec.- oi tiietr 1 was destined, h! ions, to be a a drunkard, an aos abandoned

'ter. lie:. stra i:r? to «ay, ,1 he-

T. Ye:, -rie of ,li iitll, with of •rn fo desire .i.nb"

othersjpe&rt. that jiatBaiger, aod drawj Once

would fain rsj*ad not worth liav? with a ready smile, a supply form, not? w^lt ter the lists of love? What say taire of the blind god? "Qui que tn sois voila ton maitrt,

II fm—51 est—ou il doit etrc. When mT friend spoke thus I ^lleo, but answered nothing. His argu failed to convince me. I lo ed hear him talk—his voice was the note of a thrus% and his eyes had an eloquent ereater than all loved him—God knows! unselfishly, sinceiely—with that rare tenderness sp®® times felt by schoolboys for one another, bat seldom experienced by crown men. I was happy in his society,

indeed, appeared to be in

w,Jie-

passed most of our time together, like myself, bavingjbeen bereavedof parents in earlv vouth. and tne^pi' left to shape out hiS

own

course of til'

as suited his particular fancy. art as a profession, and, though a ^a,^y successful painter, was as poor as 1 wis. rich. I remedied this ncglect of fortune for him in various ways with due fore^ thought and delicacy—and gave him asmanv commissions as 1 possibly coul without rousing his .suspicion, or woun ing his pride. For he possessed a stror attraction for me—we had much same tastes, we shared the same thies, in short 1 desired nothing be than his confidence and companions

In this world no one. however ha less, is aliowed to continue happy —or caprice—cannot, endure to see monotonously at rest. Something fectly trivial—a look, a word, a tou and Jo! a long chain of associations broken asunder, and the peace deemed fo deep and lasting is tinawy interrupted, This change came to me, as surely as it comes to all. One day—how well I remember it!—one stdtry evening towards the end of May, 1881, I was in Naples. I passed the afternoon in my yacht, idly and slowly

"FfK ON TIIKK, FA Bio!

sailing over the bay, availing myself of what, little wind there was. Gnido's absence (he had gone to Rome on a visit of some weeks' duration) rendered me somewhat of a solitary, and as my light craft ran into harbour I found mysell in a pensive, half uncertain mood, which brought, with it its own depression. The few sailors who manned my vessel dis persed right and left, as soon as they lauded, each

his own favourite

of pV««i»uro or dissipation.—bu^

2 had plenty of acquaitftunH city, 1 eared little for such enter inuionfc as fcliey could otter me. As strolled along through one ot the principal streets, considering whether or not I should retain on foot, to my own dwelling on tho heights, I hoard a sound of singing, and percoivcd in the distance a glimmer of white robes. It was the month of Mtiry. a::d 1 at once concluded Hut his mur, be an approaching -procession of the Virgin. Half in idleness. haif in curios-i-y, I stood suii and waited. The -.diisring veiic#t. came ne.uni' and nearer— saw th priests, the acolyte?, tho swinging goh! censers heavy with fragrance, the ffcu'ing candles, the snowy veiis of ehtldr -!i am! girls—and then all suddenly the pi-duresque beauty of iIe. scene tianced before my eyes in a xvhiriing blur of hrilHancy and .color from which looked forth—ono face! One Sac.- lien using on like a star from a cloud of umber- wesses—ono face of rosetinied, child-like, loveliness—a loveliness absolutely poKec:, 'it up by two lumin-ou-s t"j es, la rice and iiiack as Slight—one curved month half sv. :iy! dazzled and exsuch fools of nill. 5: •d and avoided sprina of her

t:i he sni iii i'ok ingiy •'I a^ain.

hieh

life-

one who Inspired me with the most profound attachment. He, Guido Ferrari, also joined occasionally with others in the good-natured mockery I brought down upon myself by

shrinking dis

like of women. "Fie on thee, Fabfo!" he would cry. "Thou wilt not Utste life till thoo hast sipped the nectar from a pair of rose-red lips—thou shalt not gaess the riddle of the stars tin thott hast gased deep down Into the fathomless glory of ja maiden's eyes—thou canst not know delight till

•iiii!' haif gazed ami cited heauu ns ail! Thi" one of the sex I mist,ru —a woman in the enriit yon tin a girl of fifteen or sixteen at the utmost. Her veil had been thrown back by accident or de-urn. ami for one brief moment I drank in that -onl-!euipting glance, that wi eh-likesmile! The processsion passed the vision ftwled hut In that breath of time one epoch of my life had closed forever, and an other had begun!

was

Of course I married her. We Neapolitans lose no time in such matters. We are not prudent. Unlike the eaim blood of Englishmen, ours rushes swiftly through our veins—it is warm as wfne and sunlight, and needs no fictitious stimulant. We love, we desire, we pos s*ess and then? We tire, yon say? These southern races, are so Acklel All wrong—we are less tired than yon deem. And do not Englishmen tire? Have they no secret ennui at limes when sitting In the chimney nook of "home, sweet home," with their fat wives and overspreading families? Truly, yes! But theT*ro too cautious to say so.

I need not relate the »tory of my courtship—It was brie/ and sweet as a song sting perfectly. There were no obstacle? The girl sought was the only daughter of a mined Florentine noble of dissolute character, who gained a bare subsistence by frequenting the gaming tables. Ilia child had h**en brought np In a convent renowned for strict discipline—she knew nothing of the world. She was, he a**ured me with maudlin tears in his eyes.

Innocent as flower on the altar of the Madonna.** I believed him—for what coold this lovely, youthful, low-voiced maiden know of even the shadow of etfll? was eager to gather ao fair a Illy for my own proud wearing—and h*r father gladly «mr« her to me, no doubt inwardly congratulating himself on the wealthy natch thai had fallen to the lot of his doweriess daughter.

We were married at the end of Jaws, *ed Guido Ferrari grac«d oar bridal with hi# handsome and gallant presence.

B? lb* body of Bacchus!" be explained to me when the nuptial cer»

ny was over, "Thou hast profited by teaching, Fabio! A quiet rogue is oftmost cunning! Thou hast rifled the iet of Venus, and stolen her fairest el—thou hast secured the loveliest ifden in the two Sicilies!" pressed his hand, and a touch of reorse stole over me, for he was no longer first in my affection. Almost I regretted it—yes, on my very weddiug-morn I looked back to the old days—old now t%)ugh so recent—and,sighed tothinkthey 3^ended. I glanced at Nina, my wife. enough! Her beauty dazzled and Wercame me. The melting languor of large limpid eyes stole into my

vefns,—I

Movely iace and graceful manners were themes of conversation throughout the .whole neighborhood. Guido Ferrari, \ny friend, was one of those who were loudest in her praise, and flic chivalrous •homage he displayed towards her doubly endeared him to me, I trusted him as a brot her: he came and went as pleased him he brought Nina gifts of flowers and fanciful tritics adapted to her taste, and treated her with fraternal and delicate kindness. I deemed tny happiness perfect—with love, wealth and friendship. what more could a man desire? j/ Yet another drop of honey was added my cup of sweetness. On the first riiing of May, JS32, our child was rn—a girl babe, fair as %no of the ^•hiu^jRffemones which at that season g-iUitflgfhiekjy in the woods surrounding otir^oine.* They brought the little one to me^yuushtulcd verandah where I sat at with Guido—a tiny, almost slijjj^Mfcullundle, wrapped in soft cashmei o^Bil"laee. I took the fragile thin% Hrfriv arms with a tender reverence: Rf opened Its eyes they were large aucVhirk like Nina's, and the light »f a ree.ent heaven seemed still to linger fn.*hei\ piti'o, depths. I kissed the jittfe *fafco Guido did the sam ^ar, quiet eyes regarded tige, half-inquiring"

hed on a bougji 'o a low swe.etts

rose at our feet. I ga back to the nurs. wiio wti® ive it, and said with a smllo, \vife we have welcomed horj&liiydssOm.1* ... ^Juido laid his hand on mv shoid'ddr as th«N»6rvant retired his face was "unusually pale. "Thou art a good fellow, Fabio!" he s:id abruptly. "Indeed! How vo?"' asked, half ianuhiug'iy "1 am .no better than other

a. •Yon '.'ss snspieloiis than the ma* joi-iiy," lit- returned, ttirnirisi away fron »re ami play in* idly with a spray of r.tiis that trailed on one of the pillars of r(i*-* verandah. glanced at him in surprise. "What d« you mean, anih-o? ilavei reason to jiec! a!iyo

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He laierii. ii. ruri resumed his seat at !-li

"tVli. no!" he answered with a frank look. "Byt, !n Naples the air Is pregnant with suspicion—Jealousy's dagger is ever r*ady to strike, justly or unjust* iy -thg

very

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Y.EItening -MATT.

forgot all but her. I was in

%|t high delirium of passion in which 1$»^5. and love only, seems the key-note creation. 1 touched the topmost ieak of the height of joy—the days were feasts of fairyland, the nights dreams if rapture! No: I never tired! My ife's beauty never palled upon me she rew fairer with each day of possession. I never saw her otherwise than attractive, aud within a few months she had probed all the depths of my nature. She discovered how certain sweet looks of hers could draw me to her side, a willing aud devoted slave she measured my weakness with her own power she w—what did she not know! I tormyself with these foolish memories, men past the age of twenty have ued somewhat of the tricks ot wail—the pretty, playful nothings that /aken the will and sap the force of |the strongest hero. She loved me? Oh, j^es, I suppose so! Looking back on those Ste^ays I can frankly say I believe she jkfd me—as nine hundred wives out of ''JWiousand love their husbands, namely »«Tor what they can get. And I grudged filer nothing. If I chose to idealise her, Mid raise her to the stature of an angel when she was but on the low levol of mere womanhood, that was my folly, not ^uer fault. '{sWe kept open house. Our Villa yas a place of rendezvous for the leading members of the best soeiety in and arcfund Naples. My 'vvifo was universally admired her

children are h-jirned in the

ways of vice. Penitents confess to priesv who art! worsts th »si jwnitniits, and by Heaven! itt such a state of socle y, where conjugal fidelity is a farce" —he paused a moment, ami then went, on -'"is if tiot wotiderft to know a man like you, Fabio? A Utr.'S htvppy in home affections, without a cloud the sky of his confidence?" "1 have no cause for dist rust.""

Our conversation ^Kn iurned on different topics, and I thought no more of the matter. But a time came,—-and that speedily,—when I had stern reason to remember every word he had uttered.

CHAPTER XL

touch scores of people, young and old. dropped down in the streets to die. The fell deseaae, born of dirt and criminal neglect of aaoitary precautions, gained on the city with awful rapidity, and worse

even

er's house. The old woman, a villainouslooking hag, watched the little procession as it approached her dwelling, and taking in the situation at once, she shut and barricaded her door. "Sautissima Madonna!" she yelled shrilly through a half-opened window. "Leave him in the suvet.the abandoned, miserable one! The ungrateful pig' U® would bring the .plague to his owu hardworking honest mother! Holy Joseph! who would have children? Leave him in the street, I teli you!"

It was useless to expostulate with this feminine scare-crow her son was. happily Tor himself, unconscious, and after some more wrangling he was laid down on her door-stop, where he shortly afterwards expired, his body beinsr afterwards carted away like so much rubbish by tiio beccamorti. «..

The heat in the city was intense. Tho sky was a burning dome of brilliancy, the bay was still as a glittering sheet of glass. A thin column of smoke issuing from the crater of Vesuvius increased the impression of an all-pervading though imperceptible ring of tire that seemed to surround the place. No birds sang save in the late evening, when tho nisrhtin jales in my gardens broke out in a bubbling torre-nt of melody, half joyous, half melancholy. Upon that wooded height where I dwelt it was comparatively cool. 1 took all precautions necessary to prevent the contagion from attacking our household in fact I would have left the neighborhood altogether, had 1 not, known that hasty flight from an infected district often carries with it the possibility of closer contact with tho disease. My wife, besides, was not. nervous—I think very beautiful woman seldom are. Their superb vanity is an excellent shield to repel pestilence: it does away with the principal element of danger—fear. As for our Stella, a toddling mite of two years old, she was a healthy child, for whom neither her mother nor myself entertained the lea*t anxiety.

Guido Ferrari ame and stayed with us, aud while the cholera, like a sharp scythe put into a field of ripe corn, mowed down the dirt-loving Neapolitans bv hundreds, we three, with a small retinne of servants, none of whom were oyer petanitted to .visit the city, lived on farinaceous food and distilled water, bathed regtdtarlv, rose ami retired early, and enjoyed a most perfect health.

Among her mauy other attractions my wife was gifted with a beautiful and well-trained voice. Sho sang with exquisite expression, and many an evening when Guido aud myself sat smoking in the garden after little. Stella had gone to bed, Nina would ravish our ears with the music of her nightingale notes, singing song after song, quaint storuelii and ritornelli,—songs of tho people, full of wild and passionate beauty. In these Guido would often join her, his full baritone chiming in with hor delicate and clear soprano as deliciously as tho fall of a fountain with tho trill of a bird. 1 can hoar those two voices now their united melody still rings mockingly in my oars the heavy perfume of orango blossom mingled with myrtlo floats towards mo on the air the yellow moon burns round and full in tho dense blue sky like tho King of Thule's goblet of gold fiung into a deep sea, and again I behold theso two heads leaning together, the one fair, the other dark my wife, my friend,—those whose lives were a million aes dearer (to jne jJian my owu. they w¥re£fij^yy, days—days f- hi 1 5 lo I rtTiiMii

tfake us Irom our dreams—vet such

Wal

•wtwFGrin truth our best, friends, could wo but realize it. August was the most terriblo of all t,hq summer months in Naples. The cholera increased with frightful steadiness, and the people seemed to bo literally mad with terror. Swim of them, seized with a wild spirit of defiance, plunged into orrrle ", of vice and intemperance with a r« e!- !css disregard of consequences. One thiv'e frant ic, revels took place at a \vH!-! nown cafe. Kight young men accompanied by eight fiirls of remarkahlo ity arrived and' ordered a private served witSi a its clo«e one of •ss and proposed, a!" Tho toast

!ne

room, wj siuiijHnoiis relinks. the pitrty raised his ".S'lreess to the Ch was reei i\ed v.yt'i riotous shoiits of applause, !Hi«i no drank it with delirious !'". ii!"r. That, very night every one of the revellers died in tb'dr bodies, as us i:ti. wer eiiiisy eollitis and *. -d .'HtSiicr ii a hoi" i'i on

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VERY one knows what kind

a sum

mer we had in Naples in 1884. The newspapers of all lands teemed with the story of its horrors. The cholera walked abroad like a destroying demon under its withering

than the plague was the un

reasoning but universal panic The never-to-be-forgotten heroism of King Humbert bad it« effect on

the more ed

ucated classes* but among the low Neapolitan populace, abject fear, vulgar superstition, and utter selfishness reigned supreme. One case may serve as an example of the many other*. A fisherman, well known fa the place, ft handsome and popular young fellow, was seised while workfog tn his boat with the first symptom of cholera. Be was carried to his moth-

At.

ire o, .-.d hv «'H..r'n a.'.tii pe^tllener playfulness and prattle and employed, and sunan atmo-piirre tliat wa ment t!iy whoh-siene.

said.

is as innocent as tie- I child

of whom she Is today the mot her." "True!" exchiimed Ferrari.

,*.f,er-

fecilv true'" and he lw»ked toe full in the eyes with a smile its the virgin snow on the summit of Mont H'-anc,—purer than the iiawless imj«yul.—and tinapprbaciiah'e as the furfijest star! Is it not, so?' assented with a certain gravity something in hi« manner puzzled

•e

CHEATING "«woasi BLAN

Nearly every

Blanket is

for only a little

SETS

pattern of Morsd

imitated in color and

style. In most cases

looks just as

the imitation

good

the genuine,

but it hasn't the -carp threads,

so lacks strength.anc!

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ribie agony thrust into ie OH top of for die pureni reached

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not morbid' iia was a llvin her innocent us amused us with ieally and

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One morning- -one of the very hottest mortiiugs of thai ftCorciilnu* month—I

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t-'s

'St'rrKSS To TltK CllonEBA.

woke at an earlier hour than usual. A suggestion of possible coolness in the air tempted me to rise and stroll through the garden. My wife slept soundly at my side. 1 dressed softly, without disturbing her. As I was about to leave the room some instinct' made me turn back to look at her once more. How lovely she was! she smiled In her sleep! My heart beat as I gazed—she had been mine for three years,—mine only— and my passionate admiration and love of her had increased in proportion to that length of time. I raised

one

of the

scattered golden locks that lay shining like a sunbeam on the pillow and kissed tenderly. Then—ail unconscious of my fate—I left her.

A faint breeze greeted me as I saunOontitmed on Third Page.

Horsfords'a Acid Phoshate. For tti« Tlnsl Brain from over-exertion. Try it.

Chamberlain* BwtotsUn Fill*.

Thaea pills are peculiarly adapted to all bilious aflfectlona, and aa a aafe, pleasant and reliable purgative and alterative bave no superior. For billons fevers and all other fevers incident to this climate tbey are unsurpassed, A*k your draggiat lor tbem.

and

while it sells

less than the genu

ine it isn't worth one-half

as much.

The fact that Horse Bfantets are copied is strong evident that they are

5/A

Ask for

XA- li|{. F. G. It F. I S0 E— 1) KX TI ST. With !50 years practice in dentistry, I can guarantee tlrst-ebtss work. Special pains taken In mendlua|ld plates. Tooth extracted without pidn.

Main %|reet, near Ninth.

^"elseothalTATR

Justice of the Peace and Attorney at l.nw. 26 south 3rd street. Tcrre Haute, lud.

R. L. H. BARTHOLOMEW,

DENTIST.

Removed to 671 Alain st. Torre Haute. Ind.

jyn.

G. W. LOOM 18,

nDZEJZKTTIST.

2010 north Sltli st. Ter re Haute, Ind. 1 KijHRre from KleetrSe Car bine.

JP c. DANA LDSON,

JV-TTOIR/IETIEY .A.T LAW 2»K WAlJAHll ^VKNUE.

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FUNERAL DIRECTOR.

Cor. Tlilrtl find Cherry H.t*.. Tern: Hrtutc. Jr c. Is preparea to exccutc all orders !i» hs with neatness nnd diRpatei

KiritiHloilMff NjMfciMlly.

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and every buyer should

see that

the trade mark is sewed

inside of the 1

Electric Extra Test 8ak3i

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HORSE SLAKTS

ARE THE STRONGEST. 100 5A STYLES at prices to s-ait evevybody. 1 you can't get them from your dealer, write us. Ask for the5,'A Hook. You can get it without charge. WM. AYRES 5 SONS, Philadelphia.

H. GAllRET,

t) Custom Harness Maker. Track Work and Repairing a Hpeelnlty. 23 south 7th/rear P.J. Kaufman's Grocery.

A IITIFICIAL TEETH.

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GILLETTE., D. D. &

DEUTIST.

N. W. (*or. Main nnd JSeventh, onnositf tlie Torre tjn it to Houkq.

LOYEZE,

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Sugar Creek

Coal

Address, MACKHVl'LLK-, !'..

B, W. YAK VALZA1J, Huccewior tt

BICHA S O A N

AIM All,

DE2TTIST.

Office—Southwest wruer Fifth nnr* ,v,«Jr. Streets,overMattonnl siwts man ou Fifth street.

J^XJIiPHY & TI LLY,

Practical Tailors.

Pantaloons a Specialty.

Wabash A ve., r»v?r JiimterVHhirt .Htore,

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1IA1TTK, 1NWA.VA,

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GIVES SATISFACTION IN ALL BRANCHES.

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JHL. JO JrO £±j LN r-ob— 655 Main Street, South .Side.

iq OTEL GLENHAM,

FIFTH AVENUE, NEW YORK, Bet.21standJ22d «U.,

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Madison fikjoar#,

KU ROPE AN PLAN. N. B. BAKRY, Proprietor.

New and perfect plumbing, according te th* latest selentlflc principles. J. NOOENT. M. J. BROPHY,

]VJ*UGENT & CO., PLUMBING and GAB FITTING

A 1 dealer In

Os« Fixtures, 0lobes and Engineer'! Supplies. W# Ohio

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Estahllshed

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19SL

Incorporated 1HR,

QLIFT WILLIAMS CO.,

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William#

Co.

J. H. Wiluakh,Preaident, J. M. Cturr, Hec'y and Trwu. XAjroTAcrtnuna or

Sash, Doors, Blinds, etc.

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Mulberry atrest, oorner 9th.