Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 24, Number 7, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 12 August 1893 — Page 7
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Yon*wero the queen of all'the crowd That Rtinjcd through Lady Mabel's rooms. And when the music grew less loud
Around the rich cxotlc blooms
heard men praise your beauty rare. The contour of your sweet, jiale /ace. Your maaBive coils of golden hair,
The charm of all your regal grace.
Entranced they carted me, and yet I watch you In the fire's' dim light And wish that we had never met.
For here alone with yon tonight.
When we cast off our heart** disguise, I dare not, dare not seek to know What memory shrouds your dreaming eyes
With mist# of tears that come and go.
Your little hand is mine, but fato Denies the bliss I vainly crave, And both onr lives arc desolate:,
Divided by your lover's grave. —London World.
S DR. TRIFULGAS !l
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Wboo-oo-oo! roared the wind. Ml-i-teb! The rain was pouring in torrents. The fury of the gale bowed the trees on the Volsinlau coast and beat upon the cliffs of the mountains of Crimtna. The lofty rocks along the shore were gnawed by the waves -of the vast sea of Nlegalocride. Jh& Whoo-oo-oo! Whi-i-ish! Kit ^4 At the end of the harbor is the little
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of Luktrop. A few hundred houses, four or five steep streets, which look like ravines, paved with pebble stones and roughened by the scoria? ejected by the neighboring volcano, Vanglor. During the day it emite sulphurous vapors, at night, ever and anon, huge tongues of flame. Like a lighthouse, the Vungnior shows the harbor of Luktrop to the coasters whose keels cut the waves of the NSegalocritle.
On the other side of the town ore some ruins of the Crimmarian period. Then comes a suburb which recalls Arabian villages, with white walls, round roofs and sun scorched terraces, a heap of stones flung there haphazard, like a pile of dice whose angles were worn cif by the steps of time.
Among other buildings is the Six-Quatre, a name given to an odd looking structure with six windows on one side and four on .the other.
A steeple dominates the town—the square belfry of St. Philfllene, witb a chime of hells which arc sometimes stirred by the tempest. It is considered a bad omen and always Inspires terror throughout the country.
Such is Luktrop. Then outside are scattered houses standing amid the broom and furze, as in Brittany. But it isn't in Brittany. Is it in France? I don't know. In Europe? I don't know that, either. At any rate, don't look for Luktrop on the map —not even on Stleler's atlas. "ii Tap! A timid knock was heard on the Harrow door of the Six-Quatre. at the left angle of the Rue Messagliere. It was one of the most comfortable houses, if the word can be applied to Luktrop
The knock was answered by savago barking, intermingled with howling, like the barking of a wolf. Then ft window above the door opened, "Deuce take these troublesome people," said an nngry voice. IN A young girl wrapped in a shabby cloak, fT who stood shivering In the rain, asked if
Dr. Trifulgas was at home. "He is or isn't—according to circum stances." "I've come to ask him to go to my dying father." "Where Is he dylngf" "On the coast of Val Karinon, four miles from here." "What is his name?" V' "Vort Kartif."
Vort Kartif?" "Yes, and if Dr. Trifulgas" Dr. Trifulgas isn't in." And the window closed abruptly, while rear of the wind and the rush of the rain blended in a deafening noise, kfe. This Dr. Trifulgas was a hard man. Hi* old dog Hwraof—a cross between a bulldog ip and a spaniel—-'would have had more pit Sl§ His house, Slx-Quatro, inhospitable to the poor, openetl only to the rich. Besides, he Jg/ had a regular sealo of charges for his serv-
Ices—«o much for typhoid fever, so much for a congest ion, so much for pericarditis and other diseases which doctors invent hv the doaen. Now, Vort Kartif was a pool man, a member of an insignificant family* Why should Dr. Trifulgas disturb himseK, and on such a night? "Just getting me up was worth 10 fre* cers," he muttered as he went back to his bed.
Scarcely 90 minutes had passed when the Iron knocker again struck on the door of p' Six-Quatre.
The doctor in a rage agaiu I the window. "Who's there?1' he shouted, V-• "I am Vort knrtlfs wife." "The man at* Val Karinon?' WP "Yes, and if you don't come "Well, you'll be a wldow4« "llere are 80 fretsere." "Twenty fretsers to go to four miles off! No, thank youl take me if I will."
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And the window banged again Twent freuerst A fine piece of business 1 Risk a cold or lumbago for 90 ftvtsters, especially when, the next tnorning, he was exited at Riltrouo by the rich Edxingov, from |py whoa© gout he made 60 fretters a visit.
With this agreeable prospect Dr. Trill slept still more soundly than before!. Whoo-oo-ool Mi-i-tsh! And then tap! tap! tap! This time three blows from the gy knocker, plied by a more resolute ham), |g~ bleud^ with the noise of the storm. The jpr doctor woke, bui in what a tern perl When JP& the window was openetl. the wind burst In like a bomteltell. "It is for Vort Kartif.'?
miserable fellow again?"
"t am his mother."
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"May his mother, his ter die with him." -v a a a a "Well, let him defeod himself."
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"They have sent you some money," the old woman added, "An Installment on the house which was sold to Dontrup on the Rue Messagliere. If you don't come, my fl granddaughter will be fatherless, my daughter a widow, and I shall have no son."
It was pitiful and terrible to hear this V* aged woman's voice, to think that the wind was chilling the blood In her veins, that the mln was drenching her thin form! "An attack of epilepsy it worth 900 fret-
WMS,' replied the heartless Trifulgas. ... "We har» only 190." -t4 "Good, evening!"
I And the window shot again. Bat on reflection ISO fretsers for a two hours* walk, iocluding the visit, that was &> tretsexs an hour, a Cret*er a minute. The profit was small, yet after all not to be despised.
Instead of going back to bed!, the slipped into his coat pat on his htghbootSs his thick overcoat and hi* mittens, then leaving his lamp b«rniag bntide his Codex, open at pa Six-Quatre and stood the threshold.
at page 19T. he unbelted the door of 'i ttpoo The old woman was there leaning her tmadami by her years of pomtf, "The 120 foetaeMf"
"Here they are, and may God increase them to yon a hundred/old-" "God! The money of the poor! Did anybody ever seethe color of It?"
The doctor whistled to Hurzof, lighted a small lantern, huug it round his neck and turned toward the sea.
The old woman followed him. What a tempest of wind and rain! The bells of St. Piiiifllene began to ring, A bad Omen! Pshaw! Dr. Trifulgas was not superstitious. He believed in nothing, not even his own science—except for the income it brought him. What weather and what a road tool Stones, slippery with seaweed scories crunching under the tread. No light, except the faint, wavering rays from Hurzofs lantern. Sometimes there was a burst of flame from the peak of Vanglor, amid which huge, grotesque silhouettes seemed to hover. We do not know what lurks at the bottom of these fathomless craters. Perhaps they are the souls of, the under world, which turn to vapor in rising.
The doctor and the old woman followed the curves of the little bays on the shore. Theses was white with a livid pallor—the whiteness of mourning—glittering with a phosphorescent light along the line of surf, which broke in shining waves upon the strand.
Both climbed to the bend in the road, between the downs, where the broom and furze met like a thicket of bayonets.
The dog had come close to his master and seemed to say: £3$ "Hat A hundred and twenty fretzers for the strongbox! That's the way to get rich! More land for the vineyard I Another dish on the supper table! Another bone for faithful Hurzof! Let us nurse the sick rich people and bleed—their pockets."
At this point the old woman stopped, and with a trembling linger pointed to a ruddy light shining through the gloom. It came from Vort Kartif's house. "There?" asked the doctor. "Yes," replied the old woman.
The dog howled plaintively. gy Suddenly the volcano with a roar Which aeemed to shake it to its foundations sent forth a sheaf of flames which appeared to touch the clouds. Dr. Trifulgas was thrown down by the shock.
Swearing like a trooper, he rose and looked around bim. The old woman was no longer there. Had she disappeared in some chasm in the earth, or was she concealed by the heavy mist?
The dog w»s standing erect on his hind legs, with his mouth wide open and the lantern out. "Let us go on!" murmured Dr. Trifulgas.
The worthy man h&d pocketed his money. He must earn it. There was only one glimmer of light— perhaps half a mile away. It came from the room of the dying or dead man. That was the house. The old woman had pointed to it. No mistake was possible.
Amid the roaring of the wind, the rnsh of the rain, the whole fury of the tempest, Dr. Trifulgas walked swiftly on. As he advanced, the house, standing alone in the fields, became more and more clearly visible.
It was strange how closely it resembled the doctor's residence, Six-Quatre at Luktrop the same arrangement of the windows in front, the same little vaulted door.
Dr. Trifulgas hurried on as fast as the hurricane would permit. The door was ajar. He pushed it open, and the gale banged it after bim rudely. The dog, left outside, howled, pausing at intervals like the singers between the verses of a psalm.
Strange! One would think that Dr. Trifulgas had returned to his own home. Yet he had not grown bewildered and made a circuit. He was really at Val Karinon, not at Luktrop. Yet there was the same low, vaulted corridor the same winding wooden staircase, with its wide railing worn by the friction of many hands.
He went to the landing. A faint light filtered under the door as at Six-Quatre. Was it a delusion? In the dusk he recognized his own room, the bed with its yellow canopy on the right the old pearwood chest, at the left a strongbox where he meant to deposit his 120 fretzers. There stood his leather cushioned armchair, his table with its twisted legs and on it near the dying lamp his Codex, opened at page 107. "What ails me?" he muttered.
What was it? A chill of fear crept through his veins. His pupils dilated. His body seemed to shrink. A cold perspiration came through the pores of his skin.
He must hasten. The lamp was going out for lack of oil. He must look at the dying man.
Yes, there was the bed—his bed with pillars and canopy, closed by flowered curtains. 'Was it possible that that was a poor man's wretched pallet?
With a trembling hand he grasped the curtains, parted them and glanced within. The dying man, with his face in full view, lay motionless, as if about to draw his last breath. The doctor bent over him.
Oh, what a cry escaped his lips—answered by the mournful baying of the dog outside. The dying man was not Vort Kartif, but Dr. Trifulgas. It was he whom the congestion had attacked, A cerebral apoplexy, with a sudden accumulation of water in the cavities of the brain, with paralysis of the side of the body opposite to the seat of the injury.
Yes, It was he for whom a physician had been summoned he, who in the hardnefs of his heart had refused to go to the poor man he who was dying..
Dr. Trifulgas was like a madman. He felt that the caae was hopeless. The gravity of the symptoms increased every moment. The act ion of the heart and respiration were about to ceaso. Yet he had not wholly lost the consciousness of existence.
What should he do? Lessen the quantity of blood by means of bleeding? Dr. Trifulgas was a dead man if he delayed.
Bleeding was still practiced at that time, and, as at the present day, the doctors cured of apoplexy ail who were not destined to die of it.
Dr. Trifulgas seised his case of instruments, took out & lancet and cut the arm of his double. The blood did not flow. He rubbed the chest violently, the action of his own heart was failing. He put hot bricks to the feet—his own were growing cold.
Theo bis double started np in bed, struggled violently for breath and drew along sigh. And Dr. Trtftalgaa, spite of all that his knowledge could suggest, died under his hands.
The next morning only a corpse w*s found in Six-Quatre—the body of Dr. Trifulgas. It was interred with great pomp In the cemetery of Luktrop aft« numerous others which be had sent there—according to the most formula.
As to old Hand, they say that since that day he has darted through the country with his lighted lantern howling like akat dog. oaaH vouch for the truth of the rumor, but to many queer things happen In this land of Voisinea near the subnrtw of Luktrop.
But, I Npeaftt don't look for this place ob the map. The best geographers have not yet agreed as to it* situation in latitude, or •Ten tn longitude.—J uks Vero®.
TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY
SHOWING THE PHONOGRAPH.
An Interesting Machine That Taught Ona Stan a Very Sober JEdisoc's phonograph has a makiaM«&ht setting forth, and you can investigate and enjoy this fascinating instrument to your heart's content utterly free of the annoying nickeL Beautiful young ladies will very obligingly explain the instrument to-j your perfect understanding and treat you as nicely as though they thought you were going to buy pne of them—one of the machines, I mean. You will be interested to. learn how the phonograph is being used for teaching languages, also in commercial': life. The man of business talks, his communications into the instruments mouth* piece. Later, the typewriter, at her leisure, hangs the Cubes in her dainty ears, and dented wax gives back the words" of the man of business, and the typewriter puts the matter into a letter. Or the wax cylinder is talked full, sent off by mail and the words reproduced at the most distant pointy It seems like witchcraft. "Perhaps yon would like to talk into ft yourself?" the pretty girl asked in the sweetest tones after she had treated me to cylinder after cylinder of songB and brass bands and exercises in die German language.
I said I thought it would be nice. Soshe put a brand new wax cylinder on the machine, nicely adjusted the mechanism and bade me speak into the mouthpiece, fc never felt so bashful in my life. "I don't know what to say," I stammered after lookiftg vacantly into the mouthpiece and then around the building and then into the bright eyes of the attendant. "Suppose you begin."
So she uttered a few remarks, and one or two other people' took hold of the thing and said something, looking foolish all the while. Then I likewise took hold again. "Say what you think of the phonograph." suggested the young woman, seeing that I felt my position keenly. "The phonograph is—the—the phonograph is—a"—I began in a frightened tone. "You must speak louder," she explained.
Sol spoke louder, but Ididnt know what I said, and I even sang a feeble little verse till people who bad been listening began to move away, with a wearied look on their faces, and, the young lady shut off the power. "Now, if you will, listen' through the tubes," she continued, "you will hear re pea ted all that has been spoken into it."|§|§
So I hearkened. The little machine burred and whizzed and then began talking. I recognized the young lady's remarks, amd what the other people had said, every note and syllable exactly reproduced, and then the thing began to stammer and halt and give forth what seemed to be the remarks of a young man with red hair and a blue necktie, who, never having been in public life, is unexpectedly elected to preside at a parish meeting and has to return thanks for the honor conferred upon him. There were some hemmings and hawings, and a number of whistling noises interspersed with eloquent pauses, and I could hear the instrument break forth into a cold perspiration as it. finished the remarks. Then I put the tubes carefully down. "I am to understand, am I, that those concluding stanzas represent what I spoke into the machine?" I asked jr a mild and inoffensive tone. "Just the same," the young lady replied, with a faraway look in her eye. "My tones, my words—everything?" "Everything," she said.
So that explains it. I know now why people do not aspire to sing oftener. I .understand why they do not ask me to sing "Oh, Promise Me" and "Daddy Won't Buy Me a Bowwow," and such things at concerts, and why nobody ever comes to me when the regular tenor is away and asks me to take his place for a Sunday in the choir. I have felt hurt about these things and thought I was kept down by jealousy, but now my mind is cleared of a misunder* standing that might have lain upou it for ever had not Mr. fidison invented his phonograph. How grateful I am to him. "And do I understand," I said to the young lady, "that this cylinder upon which I nave imprinted these remarks can be preserved "For centuries," she answered. "And my voice, with the information it falls to convey, reproduced indefinitely "While the world lasts," she said, .o"But," I pursued, getting anxious, "I understand you can pare off that wax cylinder, destroying the evidence, and use it for more vital purposes. Am I right? "Quite right," she observed. "Miss fidison," I said in a trembling voice, "I am not rich, as men count riches, but here is $1.56" "Give yourself no uneasiness," the young lady rejoined. "I shall destroy the cylinder. We always do."
And sol came away. You will never know what a weird, undknny thing is your own voice until it comes oat of a phonograph. You think you know its sound, but the sound you hear when you speak is not what you bore other people with.
I shall try not to talk so much hereafter. —W. O. Fuller, Jr., in Rockland (N. Y.) Tribune.
How to Cure Sunstroke.
Remove the patient to a cool and shady place where there isplenty of fresh, pure, air. Strip the clothing to the waist and place the sufferer in a recumbent position. Pour cold water (ice water) upon the head and chest and wrists until consciousness returns. Apply ice to the head and rub the body with it, bat if the skin is cold no ice should be applied. When practicable, the patient should be pat into a bath at 70 degrees to rednc^ the temperature. In heat exhaustion stimulants should be given freely, and if the temperature la below normal, as shown by the skin being cold and clammy, the hot bath should be used. Ammonia and water may be given if necessary. The subject of sunstroke is liable to a second attack and shonld do no mental work for months and keep from all excitement, £$
How lit* Two Kiwi* of Mineral Oosl V«ry. Anthracite to mostly without bitumen, Vttty hard, with high luster, often iridesceat, and barns withapale blue flama Bittoninous coal abounds with, bitumen, is softer than anthracite, with little luster aundboriu with a bright fiaxoe. It appears in many varieties, one of which is the well known cannel coaL
How RfcHs* Wltw Are OaPed Com! M«I« Yerstegan, in his "Vestiges," states: "Before w© borrowed the word liwnour we coed instead thereof oar own ancient word mr, Foe noble or gentle weosed etbei Ethel was sometimes in composition abridged to eL So as of earetbd, it came to be eeur-el, and by abbreviation eacri. It is as much am to say, honoor noble oar noble of
Bui la the only title of
nomuty afenvea xxuxu mo iwgzo-oaa.ou, for thongh William the Conqueror first made hereditary earls they were to be called counts. The ancient title, however, holds its position to the present, and in acknowledgment of the NormanFrench the wives of earls are called countesses.
A "HOW'.,FOR MEN'S CLOTHES.
Pol ntcr*1 For Brashi ng and Folding Coats and Troovsrs. He always looked neat and tidy, although on active business man. The ubiquitous reporter ventured to ask him how he did it. "X brush them every night," said he, "but whisk brooms simply ruin clothes." "Yon should have a good bristle brush, not too stiff. Then brash as often and as much as you like, and your clothes will look the better and wear thebetter for it. "I have passed through the period of limited means witb which to purchase clothing, and therefore know what economy in this sense means. Yet I always managed to dress welL 1 brushed my clothes every night, hung up the coat on two pegs instead of one, folded the trousers in three, the vest in two, andlaid the trousers on the chair and the vest on the tronsers. £§$ "I do pretty mitdh the same at present. When 1 take off a pair of trousers, 1 stretch them a bit with my hands after folding them once, with the crease in front, and then lay them ont full length on the shelf, or perhaps I fold them in three and lay them on the chair. I turn the coats inside out when I l&y. them Hway—not the sleeves, of course. I let them bang straight inside and fold the coat once. "Coats that I wear frequently I keep banging on a wire frame. I do the same with the dress suit ooat, though the trousers of the dress suit I lay out full length, with the crease in front. "A man can, by taking a little care of his clothes, dress well, though he is not in independent circumstances financially. But, after all, the great thing is in wearing clean linen and having the shoes polished. The finest clothing in the world won't make a man look well if his collar or cuffs are soiled. "On the other hand,if the linen is clean and fresh, if the clothes are well brushed and if there is a flower in the buttonhole one always looks presentable. 1 don't have my clothes pressed by the tailor, not often at least. I think it is the dude that does that most, or perhaps the mftn who only has two suits and wants to appear something that he is not. Such a man will be found sending his clothes to the pressors every other day. "Whenever a garment gets spotted 1 have it cleaned. Then of course it gets a good pressing,^but that is often enough for the iron." *v'
How to Wash Lace.
Cover a bottle .with fine white jQannel and tack the lace smoothly and evenly upon it, fastening down every little l* point. Shake the bottle in lukewarm water and suds until the lace is clean, and rinse in the same way in clear water.
Put it in the sun to dry and dip it in starch. Then wrap carabrio about it and put it again in the open air to dry. When quite dry, untack the lace. It will need no ironing.
A Household Pest.
Ants are often troublesome at this season. Washing the shelves and floors of closets with a strong solution of hot alum water or sprinkling cayenne paper lavishly over their haunts will often keep them away, but the latter precaution cannot be taken where there are children^ If they have managed to get the best of yoti and have forced their small but unwelcome selves into your larder, sprinkle powdered sugar through a sponge and leave it where they can get at it, if possible just outside of the closet where their presence is so undesirable. In a short time they will be holding high carnival and will have invited their sisters and their cousins and their aunts (no pun intended). Now is the time for their disappearing, so have ready a vessel of boiling water/gently lift the sponge and drop it in. Repeat with a dry sponge, and in a short time you will be rid of your tiny guests.
WomenBiding Boots.
One wcuid have to search far and wide to find anything daintier Hum a pair of ygnglfah riding boots now on exhibition in the window of a New York bootmaker. They have a polish as rich and lustrotis as apiece of antique Chippendale furniture.
These boots have an ultra English instep, heat toe, tapering heel, such as is worn by Prussian cavalry riders, and a stiff leg which reaches to within an inch of the knee. A woman's boot is not as high as a man's because of her position in the saddle.
Biding boots are made on much the Mftrna last, although the left boot receives almost all the wear. When a spur is used, it is attached to the heel of the left boot. Women cannot use spurs on both boots, so the more daring riders carry a crop with a spur inserted in the handle.
The lining may be ordinary drill cloth, calfskin, silk or satin.
WisH Paper Cleniss.
To deaa wall paper wipe from the top toward the bottom in strokes about half a yard long with the crumb side of a loaf a week did, cot in two.
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To make screws enter wood eaaly.ijib them with a little paraffin. $
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Good Qualifications.
A woman whose husband is a well to do jeweler of this city was visiting up the state and was suddenly summoned home to sign some business papers. Having borrowed some money for the trip, she carefully left it in the house and weot to catch the only train she could take, without a cent in her purse. Only when the train whistled did she discover her predicament. Going up to the ticket agent, she explained who she was and threw herself on his mercy. He told her it was strictly against the rules, but that for once he would carry a personal risk, and she got the ticket and the train.
At her elbow when the arrangement was made was a handsome young man with whom she was forced to sit on the train. He turned Out to be Adonis Dixey. "If you were in need of an engagement," he said, "I should offer you an engagement in my company." "What could I do in yourcompany?" she replied. "I couldn't act." "That wouldn't matter. You could earn a good salary with us. We often want to travel when, we haven't the price of a ticket"—New York Times.
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There is the Btory of a gentleman who inadvertently slipped a blue poker chip into the church collection plate and then called upon his pastor with an apology for his carelessness and a silver dollar instead of the chip. "Oh, no," Said the man of God knowingly, "that's not enough A blue chip is worth$5 in your game."
An Oklahoma divine was even shrewder. "The collection will now be taken," he said, "and I wish to remark further that poker chips don't go any more. Get 'em cashed before you come and bring the money, I am forced to thisdecision by the fact that some of the brethren have been shoving off chips of their own making on us and letting the laugh be on us when we went to get them cashed at the Dewdrop Fortune parlors."—Chicago Tribune.
Barbarossa's Bnehwnted Sleep. The Germans have a legend that Frederic Barbarossa is not dead, but in an enchanted sleep in a cavern in the Harz mountains. His long red beard is believed to have grown during this long enchantment until it covers the table at which he Bits and descends to the floor. He has been there for centuries and must remain for centuries still, but he will finally be freed, so the legends say, and lead his knights to a glorious victoryl—New York Press.
Fifty years ago the income of the laboring population of England was £500,000,000, or about £20 per head. It is now between £1,400,000,000 and £1,500,000,000, or £87 per
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109 NORTH FOURTH'STREET, All calls will receive the most careful attention. Open day and night.
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SOUTH SIXTH STREET. TEtEPHOXE 386,
PLUMBERS' SUPPLIES, FINE CHANDELIERS AND GLOBES.
Special attention given to Hydraulic & Hand Power Elevator Repairs
Artificial Stone "Walks,
and Plastering:,
Moudy & Coffiii,
teave onSer* at 1517 Poplar SC. UM1 South Fifth 8C, «1 Main St., Terre Haute, Ind
B. W. VANVALZAH,
Successor to
RICHARDSON A YAK VALZAH, XDE32TTXST. Office—Southwest corner Fifth and Main Streets, over National (State Mann (entrance on Fifth street.
JSAAO BALL, FUNERAL DIRECTOR, Oor. Third and Cherry 8ts„ Terre Haute, Ind, Is prepared to execute all orders ip his line with neatness anddlspatcl
Kinbalmlng a Specialty.
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