Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 22, Number 15, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 3 October 1891 — Page 2

a one I to the vault. oie a small lantern, a hammer and some strong nails. Arrived at the cemetery I •ooked carefully everywhere about me, lest some stray mourner or curious Hrar.srer might possibly be in the neighiborhcod. Not a soul was in sight. Making use of the secret passage, I soon found myself on the scene of my recent terrors and sufferings, all of which seemed now so slight in comparison with the mental torture of my present condition. I went straight to the spot where 1 had left the cofllned treasure, 1 possessed myself of all the rolls of paper money, and disposed them in various small packages about my person and in the lining of my clothes till, as I stood, I was worth many thousands of francs. Then, with the lie)p of the tools I had brought, 1 mended the huge chest in the split places where I had forced it open, and nailed it up fast, so that it looked as if it had never been touched. I lost no linn* over my task, for 1 was in haste. It was my intention to leave Naples for a fortnight or more, and I purposed taking my departure that very dnv. lb-fore leaving the vault I glanced at the collin 1 myself had o'reupied. Should I mend that and nail it up as though mv body were still inside? No better leave It as it as ok it would serve my purpose belter so. As soon as I had linished all I had to do. 1 clambered through the private passage, closing it after me with extra care and caution, and then I betook myself directly to the Molo. On making inquiries among the sailors who were gathered there, I heard that a small (roasting brJg was on the point of leaving for J'aleriao. Palermo would suit, me as well as any other place —I sought out tho captain of the vessel, fie was a 'brown faced, merry eyed mariner, he showed his glittering white teeth in the most amiable of smiles when I exre re to a pa a go it ill 1 in, and consented to the arrangement at once for a sum which I thought extremely moderate, but which I afterwards discovered to be about treble his irlghiful duo. Hut the handsome rogue .cheated me with such grace mid «xqulsltc courtesy, that 1 would scarcely have had him act otherwise than ho did. I hear a good deal of the "plain blunt honesty" of the English.

I dare say there Is some truth In It,— but for my own part- 1 would rather be cheated by a friendly fellow who gives you a cheery word and a bright ilook. than receive exact value for my money from tbo "plain blunt" boor who seldom has tho common politenesss to wish you a good-day.

We got under way at about nine o'clock,—the morning was bright, and the air, for Naples, was almost cool. Tho water rippling against the sides of our little vessol had a gurgling, chatty murmur, as though It were talking vivaciously of all the pleasant things it ©x-

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perienced between the rising and the setting of the sun:—of the corals and »railing sea-weed that grew in iu* blue depths.—of the lithe glittering fish that darted hither and thither between it? Hi tie waves,—of the delicate Shells In which dwelt still more delicate inhabitants, fantastic small creatures as fine a filrov lace, that peej»ed from th« whits? and pink doors of their trans&arent habitations, and looked as "njoyincly the shimmering Wue-«r*eo of their over-movies element as we look on the vast dome of our sky, be£|atiff!ed thickly with stai% Of ill these things, and many mora a# strange and sweot, the gossiping water babbled «5m*e»*ingly ~~tt had even something to «my t« me concerning woman and wo- I man's love. It told me gleefully how many fair female bodies it had SMHJ sunk in the cold etnlwace of the conquering ***.—bodtes dainty and soft as the «ylph* of a poet's dream, yet which, de*pite their exquisite beauty, bad beea 1 fiuug to and fro In cruel sport by the raging billow*, and Uwwd among pebfor the monster* of the deep to feed t» j«on.

A* I sat idlr ih« vowel's ed#« looked down, down into the clear Mediterranean, brUtilnUy Wue a lake of melted her, the

«an, brullfcnuy w«e as a i»*e or sapphire*. I faoeted I «wld Ddftab of my Ufe,lytng prone

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CiiAi it,u i\. jon g0j,jen gaud, her rich hair floatIiOSE very earlj ins stralghtly around her like yellow the next morn- I weed, her hands clenched in the death iiig,—I wa« more (agony, her laughing lips blue with the thaiieverstrengtl piercing chillness of the washing tide— ened in my reso- powerless to move or smile again. She

I tit ion* of tlw would look well so, I thought, better to past night. rny mind tlian she looked in the arms of project* were en |„.r lover last night. I fell into a strain tfrcly formed, anc j0f profound meditation—a touch on my nothing remainec shoulder startled me. I looked up he now hut for mt Captain of the brig stood beside me. to carry them out He smiled and held out a cigarette. Unobserved oil "The Signor smoke?" he said took my wa courteously. I carried will accepted the little roll of fragrant

Havannn half mechanically. "Why do you call me Signor?" I inquired brusquely. "I am a coral lisher."

The little man shrugged his shoulders and bowed deferentially, yet with tho smile still (lancinglv in his eyes and dimpling his oiive cheeks. '•Oh. certainly! As the Signor leases

I daro say not. The tendency of tht calculating Northerner under tht same circumstances would have been tc make as much out of me as possible by means of various small and contemptible items, and then to go with broidly hon es countenance to tho nearest ponce station and describe mv suspicious appearance and manner, thus exposing me to fresh expense besides personal annoyance. With the rare tact that distlnguishee the southern races the Captain changed the conversation by a reference to tho tobacco we were both enjoying. "Il is good, is it not?" he asked. "Excellent!*' I answered, as indeed it was.

His whit© teeth glittered In a sraild of amusement. "It should be one of tho finest quality, —for it is a present from ono who will not smoke nothing but the choice brands. Ah, Dio! what a line gentleman spoilt is CarntHo Ncri!"

I could not repress a slight start of surprise. What caprice of Fate associated me with this famous brigand? I was actually smoking his tobacco, and I owed all my present wealth to his stolen treasures secreted in ray family vault! "You know the man, then?" I Inquired with some curiosity. "Know him?" As well as I know myself. Let me see. It ts two months —yes—two months to-day since he was with me on board this

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ma." And no enneo WJUI another expressive shrug and bow. I looked at him iixedly. "What do you mean?" I asked with wine sternness.

With that bird like lightness and swiftness which were part of his manner, the Sicilian skioper bent forward and laid a brown finger on my wrist. "Scusa, vi prego Btr, the hands are not those of a lisher of coral." 1 glanced down at them. True enough, their smoothness and pliant shape betrayed my disguise,—the gay little captain was sharp wilted enough to note the contrast between them and tho rough garb I wore, though no one else with whom I had come in contact had been as keen or observation as he. At first I was slightly embarrassed by his remark,—but after a moment's pause 1 met his gaze frankly, and lighting mv cigarette I said carelessly: "Ebbone! And what then, my friend?''

He made a deprecatory gesture with his hanus. "Nay, nay, nothing,—but only this. The Signor must understand ho is perfectly safe with me. My tongue is dis-creet—-I talk of things only that concern myself. The Signor has good reasons for what lie does of that am sure. He has suffered: It is enotitih to look in his faco to see that. Ah. Dio! there are so many sorrows in life there is love, he enumerated rapidly on his fingers —"there is revenge, there are quarrels, there is loss ol money any of money any oi a a at all hours and In In ail wlfiithers. Yes, it is so. indeed I know it! The Signor has trusted himself In my boat,— I desire to assure him of my best services.

And he raised his red cap with sc charming a candour, that In my lonely and morose condition I was touched tc the heart. Silently I extendod my hand —ho caught it with an air in which respect, sympathy and entire friendliness were mingled. And yet he overcharged me for my passage, you exclaim! Ay— but he would not have made mo the object of impertinent curiosity for twent) times the,money! You cannot understand the existence of such conflict! up elements in tho Italian character! No,

"happened ia this

war. I was at Gaet*.. .iwc»»c to me and told me Jhe gendarme# after him. He offered me more gold than I ever had in my life to take trim to Termini* from *hence ho suld gwtto

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of his hiding-placcs iu the Montemaggiorc. He brought Teresa wijh him he found me alone on the brig—if men has gone ashore, lie said, "Tare us to Termini and I will give you so much, refuse, and 1 will slit yo|ir throat." Ha! ha! ha! That was goad. I lauehed at him —I put a chair far Teresa on deck, and gate her some big poaches. 51 said, 'See, my Carmelo! what use is there in threats? You will not kill me, and I shall not betray yoii. You are a thief, and a bad thief—by all the Saints vou are—but I dare say vou would not be much worse than tbfc "hotel-keepers, if you could only keep your hand off your knife.' (For yiu know, Signor, if you once enter a hotel, you must pay almost a ransom before you can get out again!) Yes,—aru I reasoned with Carmelo in this manner —I told him, 'I do not want a large fortune for carrying you and Teresa across to Termini,—pay me the just passage and we shall part friuuds, if only for Teresa's sake.1 Well he was surprised. He smiled that dark smile of his, which may mean gratitude or murder, lie looked at Teresa. She sprang up from her seat, and let her peaches fall from her lap on the deck. She put her little hands on mine —the tears were in her pretty blue eyes. •You are a good man,' she said. 'Some woman must love you very much." Yes —she said that* And she was right.. *. Our Lady be praised for it!"

Aud his dark eyes glanced upwards with a devout gesture of thanksgiving. I looked at him with a sort of jealous hunger gnawintr at mv heart. Here was another self-deluded fool—a fond wretch feasting on the substantial food of a pleasant dream.—a poor dupe who believed in the truth of woman! "You are a happy man," I said with a forced smile, "you have a guiding star for your life as well as for your boat—a woman who loves you and Is faithful? is it so?"

Ho answered me directly and simply, raising his cap slightly as he did so: "Yes, Signor my mother."

I was deeply touched by this naive and unexpected reply—more deeply th#,n I cared to show. A bitter regret stirred in my soul,—why, oh why, had my mother died so young! Why had I never known the sacred joy that seemed to vibrate through the frame and sparkle in the eyc.s of this common sailor! Why must I be forever ajoue, with a curse of a woman's lie on my life, weighing me down to tho dust and ashes of a desolate despair! Something in my face must have spoken my thoughts, for the captain said gently, "Tho Signor has no mother?" "She died when 1 was but a child," answered briefly.

The Sicilian puffed lightly at his cigarette in silence—tho silence of an evident compassion. To relieve him of his friondly embarrassment, I said. "You spoke of Teresa? Who Is Teresa?" "Ah, you may well ask. Signor No ono kno\v s, who she is she loves Carmelo Neri, and there all is said. Such a littlo thing she Is,—so delicate like a foam-bell on the waves and Carmelo

You have seen Carmelo, Signor?" I shook my head in tho negative. "Ebbone Carmelo is big and rough and black like a wolf of the forests, all

hair and fangs:—Teresa is, well! you have seen a little cloud in the sky at night, wandoring past the moon alliWcki ed with palo gold?—that ft Teresa. She is small and slight as a child she has rippling curls, and soft praying eyes, and tiny weak white hands, not strong enough to snap a twig in two. Yet she can do anything with Carmelo—she is1 tho ono soft spot in his life." "I wonder if she is truo to him," I muttered, half to myself and half aloud.

Tho captain caught up my words withi an accent of surprise. I 'True to him? Ah, Dio! but the signor does not know her. There wajs one of Carmelo's own band, as bold and handsome a cut-throat as ever lived,— he was mad for Teresa—he followed her everywhere like a beaten cur. Ono day* ho found her alone he tried to embrace hor—she snatched a knlfo from his own girdle and stabbed him with it, like a littlo fury! She did not kill him then, but Carmelo did afterwards. To think of a little woman like that with such a devil in her! It Isj her boast that no man, save Carmelo, has over touched so much as a ringlet of her hair. Ay, she is true to him—tnore's tho pity." "Why—you would not have her false?" I asked. "Nay, nay,—for a false woman deserves death,—but still It Is a pity To--resa should have fixed her love on Carmelo. Such a man! One day the gendarmes will have him, thon he will be In the galleys for life, and she will die. Yes,—you may be sure of thatf If grief does not kill her quickly enough, then she will kill herself, t-hat Is certain! She is slight and frail to look at as a flower but hers-onl Is strong as Iron. She will have her own way In death as well, as in love.—some women are made so* and it is generally the weakest looking among them who have the most court age."

Our conversation was here interrupted by one of 'the sailors who came for his master's order*. The talkative skipper, with an apologetic smile and bow, placed his box of cigarettes beside me where 1 saU and left tne to my own reflections.

I was not sorry to be alone, I needed a llttle breathing time a rest in which to think, though my thoughts, like a new sokr system, revolved round the red planet of ono central idea, vengeance. "A false woman deserve* death." Kven this simple Sicilian mariner sfttd so. "Go and kill her, go and kill her!" These words reiterated themselves over and over again in my ear* till I found myself uttering them almost aloud. My sooi sickened at the contemplatien of the woman Teresa, the mi* tress of a wretched brigand whose nam* waa

fraught

with horror, whose look/

wen terrific, she. even she, could keej herself sacred from the profaninf touch of other men's caresses: she was pnod of being faithful to her wolfo the mountains, whose temper was uncertain and treacherous, the could make lawful boast of her fidelity to her blood-stained lover, white Nina th« wedded wife of a noble whose descent «M lofty and vnsulltad, could tear off tbe fair crown of honorable marriage aod cut it in dust, eo»M take the dignity of an ancient family and vrample upon it. coold m*ke herself *o low and file that even this common Teresa, knowing aH. might, and most probablv would, refuse to Uwich her hand, considering ti polluted, Jost God! what bad Oarawk X«ri done to deserve the price­

less jewel of a true woman's heart what had I done to merit such foul deception as that which I was now called upon to avenge? Suddenly I thought of my child. Her memory came upon me like a ray of light, I had almost forgotten her. Poor little blossom! the slow hot tears forced themselves between my eyelids, as I called up before my fancy the picture of the s-oft baby face, the yonng untroubled eyes, the little coaxing mouth always budding into innocent kisses! What should I do with her? ... When the plan of punishment I had matured iu my brain was carried out to its utmost, should 1 take her with me far, far away into some quiet corner of the world, and deuote my life to hers? Alas, alas! she, too, would be a woman and beautiful, she was a flower boru of a poisoned tree who could say that there might not be a canker-worni hidden even in her heart, which waited but for the touch of maturity to commence its work of destruction! O men! you that have serpents coiled rouud your lives in the shape of fair false women, if God has given you children by them, the curse descends upon you doubly! Hide it as you will under tho society masks we are all forced to wear, you know there is nothing more keenly torturing than to see innocent babes look trustingly In the deceitful eyes of an unfaithful wife, and call her by the sacred name of "Mother!" Eat ashes and drink wormwood, you shall find them sweet in comparison to that nauseating bitterness.

For the rest of tho day I was very much aione. The captain of the tt-ig spoke cheerily to me now and theiw but we were met by light contrary winds that necessitated his giving most of his attention to tho management of his vessel, so that ho could not permit himself to yield to the love of gossip that was inherent In him. Thei weathor was perfect, and notwithstanding our constant shifting and tacking about to catch the erratic breeze, the gay little brig made merry and rapid way over tho sparkling- Mediterranean, at a rate that promised our arrival at Palermo by the sunset of the following day As tho evening camo on the wind freshened, and by the time the moon soared like a large bright bird into the sky, we were scudding along sideways, the edge of our vessel leaning over to kiss the waves that gleamed like sil ver and gold, lleeked here and there with phosphorescent flame. We skimmed almost under the bow of a magnificent yacht,—tho English flag floated from hor mast.,—her sails glittered purely white in the moonbeams, and she sprang over the waters like a sea-gull. A man. whose tall athletic figure was shown off to advantage by the yachting costume he wore, stood on deck, l*s arm thrown around the waist of a girl beside, him. Wewerebuta minute or two passing the stately vessel, yet I saw plainly this loving group of two, and ... I pitied tbe man! Why? lie was English undoubtedly,—the son of a country whore the very soil is supposed to be odorous of virtue,—therefore the woman beside him must be a porfect pearl of purity an Englishman never makos a mistake in these things! Never? Are you sure? Ah, bolievo me, there is not much difference nowadays between women of opposite nations. Once there was,—I am willina to Admit that possibility. Once, from al' accounts received, tho English rose waf ymJIUing orablem of tho English womac S&irffW since the world has grown sc yise and made such progress in tho ar of running rapidly down hill, is even th aristocratic British peer quite easy ir

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$an he leave hor to her own dovlca with safety? Are there not men, boast fail too of their "blue blood," who ar« Mrhaps ready to stoop to tho thief' tjjck of enterhiT his house during his aTmence by means of private keys, and "Stealing «.«.! ms win affections?—and is not she, though a mother of three or ^our children, ready to receive with favor tho mean robber of her husband's rights and honor? Read tho London newspapers any day and you will find that once "moral" England is running a neck and neck race with other less hypocritical nations in pursuit of social vice. Tho barriers that once existed are broken down: "professional beauties" are received in circles where their presence formerly would have been ahe. signal for all respectable women instantly to retire ladies .of title are satisfied to caper on the boards of the theatrical stage. In costumes that dislpay their shape as undisgoisodly as possible to the eyes of the grinning public, or they sing in concert halls for the pleasure of showing themselves off, and actually accept the vulgar applause of unwashed crowds with a smile and a bow of gratitude! Ye gods! what has become of the suberb pride of the. old regime,—the pride which disdained all ostentation and clung to honor more closely than life! What a striking sign of the times, too. is this:—let a woman taint her virtue before marriage, she is never forgiven,—her sin is never forgotton but let her do what sho will when she has a husband's name to screen her, and society winks its eyes at her crimes. Couple this fact with the general spirit of mockery that prevails in fashionable circles,—mockery of religion, mockery of sentiment, mockery of all that Is best and noblest in tho human heart,—add to It the general spread of "free thought," and therefore of conflicting and unstable opinions.—let all those things together go on for a few years longer and England will stare at her sisttr nations like a bold woman in a domino,—her features partly concealed from a pretense at shame, but her eyes glittering coldly through the mask, betraying to all who look at her how she secretly revels In her new code of lawlessness coupled with greed. For she will always be avaricious,—and the worst of it Is, that her nature being prosaic, there will be no redeeming grace to cast a glamor about her. France is unvirtuous enough, God knows, yet there is a sunshinny smile on her lips that cheers the heart. Italy is also unylrtuous. yet her voice Is full of bird-like melody, aod her facc is a dream of perfect poetry!

Bat England unvirtuous will be like a cautiously calculating, somewhat shrewish matron, possessed of unnatural and unbecoming friskiness, without either laugh, or song, or smile, her one god, Gold, and her one commandment, the suggested eleventh, "Thou shait not be fonnd out!"

I slept that night on deck. The captain offered ate the use of his little cabin, and wis, in bis kind-hearted manner, truly distressed at my persistent rofusal to occupy tt. "It is bad to sleep In tho mooniiglit* Signor,** be mid. anxiously. "It makes men mad. they say."

I smiled. Had madness been my d«*-

liny, I should have gone mad last uight, I thought! "Have no fear!" I answered him gently. "The moonlight is a joy to me—it has no Impression on my mind save that of peace. I shall rest well here, my friend—do not trouble yourself about me

He hesitated ana theu abruptly loft me, to return in the space of two or three minutes with a thick rug of sheep skin. He insisted so earnestly on my accepting this covering as a protection from the uigln air. that, to please him. I yielded to his entreaties aud lay down, wrapped in its warm folds. The good-natured fellow then wished me a "liuon rlposo, Signor!" and descended to his own rest-ing-place, humming a gay tone as ho went. From my recumbent poaturo on the deck I stared upwards at tin- myriad stare that twinkled ^oftlv in the warm violet skies—stared long and fixedly till it seemed to mo that our ship had also become a star, and wassailing through space with its glittering companions. What inhabitants peopled these fair planets, I wondered? Mere men and women who lived and loved and lied to one another as bravely as we do? or superior beings to whom the least falsehood is unknown? Was there one world among them where no women were born? Vague fancies—odd theories, —flitted through my brafm. lived over again the agony of my imprisonment in the vault again I forced twysell to contemplate the scene I had witnessed between my wife and her lovfrn—again I meditated on every small detail requisite to the fulfilment of tho terrible vengeance I had designed. I have often wondered how, in countries where divorce was allowed, a wronged husband can satisfy himself with so meager a componsation for his injuries as the mere getting rid of the woman, who has deceived him.. It is no-, punishment to her—it Is what she wislids. There is not even any: very special disgrace in it According to the present standard of social observances* Were publia whipping tbe recognized penalty for tho crlrao of a married woman's- in$delity there would be fewer of the like Seaudalfe—the divorce might follow the*' scourging. A daintily brought up. feminine creature would think twice nay,, fifty times, bofore she would run tho risk of allowing her dellcato body to be lashed by whips wielded by the merciless hands of a couple of her own sex—such a prospect of degradation, pain» shame' aud outraged vanity wouid bo moro effectual to kill tho brute in her than ail the imposing ceremonials of courts of law and special juries. Think of it, kings, lords and commons Whipping at the cart's tail was once a legal, punishment— if you would stop the growing immorality and reckless vice-of. woman you had best rovivo it again—only, apply It to rich as well as to poor, for it is most probable that tho gay. duchesses and countcssos- of your, lands- will need its sharp services more-frequently than the work-worn wives of your labouring men. Luxury, idleness,, and. love of dress) are hot-beds for sin,.—look for 1 ti therefore, not so much in the hovels of. tho starving and naked as in tho rose-tinted, muskscented boudoirs of tJie aristocracy— look for It, as your bravo physicians would search out the seeds of a postilinco that threatens- to depopulate a great city, and tramplo it out if you can and will,—If you. desire to keep the name of your countries glbrious in the eyes of fitUiKO, history^ ijpara not the rod because "my lady CbrSobth! with her rich hair falling around her In beauteous dlshevelmenbaaul her eyes bathed In tears, Implores- your mercy—for by every reason of her wealth and station she deserves less-pity than tho painted outcast who know* not where to turn for br*kd. A high post demands high duty! But I talk wildly. Whipping is done away with, for women at least—we give a well-Dred shudder of disgust at tho thought o£ it. When do wo shudder with equal1 dtegust at our own social enormities.?1 Swldtota or never. Meanwhile, la casea of Infidelity, husbands and wivea earn separate and go on their different way» in comparative peitce. Yes—some can aod some do but I am not one of these No law In all the world can mend the torn Hag of my honor therefore 1 must be a law to myself—a counsel* a jury, a judge, all In one—aud from my decision there can be no appeal! Then I must act as executioner—and what torture was ever so perfectly unique as the oiW I had devised? So I mused, lying broadly awake, with face upturned to the heavens, watching the light of the moon pouring itself out of tho ocean like a shower of gold, while the water ruflbed gurgling softly against tho sides of the brig, and broke Into the laughtec of white foam as we scudded along,. [To b$ Continued..]

ALL A MATTER OF fAS,TIL

Being Iiftlojru« n«rtwe«« a Tituri*! and

a Native.

Tourist- Do yon live at Paradise Springs? Native—Yas, I live nigh thar. "I've been thinking of going out there, and 1 suppose you can tell me something about it?" "Bcckon so." "1 understand they have plenty of seen ery there." "Yas, thar's er right smart chance uv it fnstan last.'* "Is it grand f" "Wal, 1 dunno how yon mout look at It. Some think* hit air an some thinks hit Hin't. Tbar's er power o1 ole rocky hills fuller snake dens, an some woods fuH er pizen vines an fiwrnl*. Yon mont like 'em, but I hain't no gret love ferslch things. Reckon mebhy I hain't edercated up ter it." "I am told there are beautiful drives. How ia that?" "Will, I jedge it's all owln ter er feller's taste. Tain't no fnn for me ter try ter drive er horse an buggy 'long er cowtmil er er hogpath. Still yon moat like it. Tastes differ in veb matters." "Yes, I prwurae so. How is hunting?" "First rate place ter hunt." "Plenty of gamef" "Lot* er makes an skeetem. Hain't nothin else." "Is it« cood pla« for Ashing?"

Wai. er feller can ftsb all be wants ter down iu ole Bob Mcaeiey's cow pond." "Does be catch anything?" **Ager and fever," '.Then Paradise Springs ia not a very pleasant place?" "Dunno. It's all 'cordin to er feller's tjurte"—iConwty's Weekly.

Queen Victoria baa a remarkably fine bead of hair, for a lad of ber age but ber mm. tbe Prince of Walaa. la oalta bald. Had be uaed Ayer's Hair Igor earlier In Ufa, bis b«ad might, to Any, bave b*«n as well covered aw tbat of bis royal mother. It'* not too late yet.

Love's Idyl.

Both sat on a garden seat, and the expression on his face plaiuly said, "I am done fori" He first broke the silence by saying: "Will you be mine?" and tried to draw her a little closer.

She stiffened aud refused to budge. "1 mean to reform, and give up all my bad habits!" lie urged.

The object of hia adoration was inexorable. "And abandon smoking."

No response. "And leave off can! playing." Frigid silence a* before. "I'll uever go out of doors without you!" She only shook her head. "And present you with a diamond ring tomorrow!"

Then the sweet innocent lifted her downcast eyes up to meet his gaxe, and resting her little head on his shoulder she falteringly whispered ii» his ear: "Oh, Emile how kind yews are!"

And there they sat—dreaming, ponder ing, thinking, she about the diamond ring, aud he wondering where on earth he should stump up the money to buy one.—Kleeblatt.

Tl»« Qfmstlw

At a roliuious meeting in America a number of females stood upon the benches, notwithstanding they were desired not to do so. A- venerable pastor thon arose aud said, "l. think if these ladies knew they had holes in their stockings they would sit down)" Upon, which there waa a great fidgeting among the ladies and'an-imme-diate sinking into their. Meats.

A young minister who stood behind the venerable gentleman, blushing up to the temples, said: "Qh, broGhec, how could you. say that?" "Say that!" replled'bheolA' mal£ "Why, it must be a fact If they had no holes tatfeheir stockings,:! should like to know ho^v they could get them on."—^Tit-Bite.

^rt jfot Eq„ai to- All' Tasks. Blank (examining his portrait just painted by Professor Fuillemort from Parity—Professor, I do not know how it ls but neither you nor, any artist whom I I have ever met has been ablo to oatcii the expression of my face.

Professor—Ah, Meoster Blank, r.at is varay true but (shrugging his shoulders) eef 7,e expression ees not Karo, how can. you catch him?—Brooklyn Ragles

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"Here's something in tho paper about a. family In New England that 1ms lived in the same house for a century." "I hearil of something stranger than that the other day—a family in New York that has lived in the same fiat for eight months."— Muusey's Weekly.

The Outlook.

George—What wilt your father settle on tto man who marries you? Mllly—All tihe rest of tihe family, probably. George.—Brooklyn* Lifltti

A Korclilof Collection.

Mrs. Wnlter Damrosch 1ms a fine collection of kerchiefs. She has a tittle soft cambric affair said to have belonged to Marie Antoinette. It wo» a gift from one of the high French official#, an admirer of her father. Then she luu. a Persian scarf, wrought by the harem, ladies in figures representing an ancient bottle, It is perbly embroidered. An Irish point, aantique Egyptian bordered silken banc kerchief and a Mexican worked linen or complete the artistia collection. Now York Recorder.

"Love and stnoke are unable to cot: ceal themselves," and so it is wit catarrh. No man suffering from thi loathsome disease, ean conceal' tho fac from the world. No matter how ctjl Mired, learned, social or brilliant he 1 while bis friends may be polite enou to dissemble their real feeling*—his vo company Is loathsome. What a blessin^ it would be to humanity, If evory per son afflicted with catarrh in the

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could only know that Dr. Sage's Catarrt Remedy will positively and permanent ly cure the worst case. Tbe manufart urers guarantee to cure every case forfeit $500* Tbe remedy Is pleasant use, and costs only 50 cents.

Oreen Mouwlaln Salve.

1* unequalled as a cure for all rheumn pains, wenknessln t?ie *Mc, baekonuiyoth plnce, and Is unexcelled for cuts, brulw corns, etc. It Is the uneornprornUIng encin) of pain in whatever form, or wherever man, fested,and has never tx*en known to fall In contest with thin dreadful foe of human hup pines*. 11 you would Jive a peaceful am palnte** life, try thl* great remedy and yoi will never regret It.

Dyspepsia

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

Pi 8tr088 the bowels. Dyspepsia doe* After not get. well of Itself. It requires careful attention,

Eating and a remedy like Hood's gamtpafflts, which acts gently, yet efficiently. It tones the stomach, regulates tbe digestion, creates a good ap- ftfek petite, hanUhes headache, and refreshes the mind. HOfldflChe

I bave been troubled with dyspepsia, bad but little appetite, and what I did eat UAor*. distressed me, or did nu

Jf little good. After eating Dlirn would have a faint or tireo all-gone feeling, as though I had not eatei anything. My trouble was aggravated by my business, painting. last spring I took Hood's Bar-

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ttparllia, which did me an StOITiacn immense amount of good. It gave me an appetite, and my food relished and satisfied tbe craving I had previously experienced.' QxoBoa A. Face, Watertown, Mass.

Hood's Sarsaparilla

Sot4byalldreaSsts.fi rixforf*. Prsparsdonty byC. HOOD A CO., ApothecsH—,TOWO,KM*. IOO Dom« One Dollar