Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 25, Number 2, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 7 July 1894 — Page 2

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NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP.

The fire upon the hearthJ».low. And then.* isttiliness everywhere. Like troaWed spirits here and there. The firelight shadows fluttering go, And as the shadows round me creep -i-

A childish treble break- the gloom* ,%^ And toftly from a farther room ^5 Comes, "Now I lay me down to sleep."

And i...mehow with that little prayer( And that sweet treble in my can* -Vty iio-.iuh:

coez b:i-k

to distant years

And lingers with a dear one there, And as I bear the child's amen My mother's faith comes back to ma.

Couched at her side I seem to be, And mother holds my bands again.

Oh, for an hour in that dear place! Oh, for the peace of that dear time! vl Oh, for that childish trust sublimel

Oh, for a glimpse of mother's face! Yet as the shadows round me creep 1 do not seem to be alone-

Sweet magic of that treble tone— And "Now I lay me down to Bleep." —Eugene Field in Chicago News,

A MISSING BRIDE.

:Onc day In April a good many years ago the inhabitants of Cedar Grove were busily preparing for the wedding of Georgia Blake and Edgar Geland, which was to take placo th,.t evening at 9 o'clock. Georgia was an attractive girl and Edgar a tall, awkward boy, whose good qualities made up for the lack of good looks. Both were great favorites at the Grove, and the people looked upon the match as an ideal one.

The Grove had not celebrated a marriage for nearly 12 months, and the fact of ''at last'' having a wedding aroused much enthusiasm there and In the vicinity among all, old and young, who looked forward to the ovent of the evening with keen delight. By 7 o'clock the room was crowdad, by 8 scarcely standing room for the

fuests. Thoso from the Grove were thero full force, and the surrounding bayous wore represented by a goodly number. All were, merry and chatting gayly, though a trifle impatient for the coming of the bride. But when the little cricket clock on the man telpiece struck 9 silence reigned, «nd all eyes vere turned and riveted on the door thorugh which the couple wero to enter, and there they gazed full one hour, for the clock struck 10 before tho latch on the door made any sound. Then it raised and the door opened—only to admit tho tear stainwd fi.ee of Mrs. Lawrence, who in an excited, sob broken voico told the guests that Georgia could not bo found.

She had left/home early in the afternoon for tho puprose of gathering water lilies and other wl'd flowers and had not yet come back. Her long stay did not create any uneasiness until sunset, when straightway a man was sent to hurry her home, and lie had just returned, bringing with him only her hat, which he found on the edge of tho water. One can hardly magi no anything that would havo given the people so sudden a shov?k as this. Tho women wept, the men looked out of tho windows and doors, simply at vaouity, for it was' black without, then put on their huts and instituted a search at once, which was jollied in earnestly by every man present.

Tho search continued all night, many their excitement going over the same ground, until daylight convincea tnem that there, at least, were no more traces of her than thon* which had already been found—her hat and a few tracks in the •oft sand near by. And thus was spent tho night that was to havo been .one of revelry.

Bayous were crossed, and the searchers went here, there and everywhere, to places whero there was and wasn't tho1 least probability of tracing her. But all in vain. Then, one by one, worn out and sad, loath to give up, yet believing further :8teps us fruitless as tho first proved, tho eearehers—men and women—went home, now surer than ever that Georgia had been drowned and had gone on with tho tide, down Cedar bayou, over Spanish lake, out then to the gel f.

Them was one, however, who would not, could not give up—yet. That was Edgar Geland. lie went from place to place, looking, praying, hoping that ho might yet llnd some trace of her, for as yot ho could not lielicvo she was drowned. Weeks wont by, and his long wearying stops, his eager, watchful eves for anything that would bring him tidings and his listening car for any sound by which ho might bo .guided were nil in vain. Hope was dead.

In his despair lie gave his home—the one which was to have been hers also—-to the old couple who had sheltered Georgia for so many years, and then, having no more interest there, the boy, crushed in heart and spirit, left the Grove determined never to return.

Vp to that time all had gotio well at tho Gmve, but thij sad affair had east a gloom overt he place, the shadow of which was deep and threatened to bo dismally long. But one morning, just as the sun reached up to the tree tops over Spanish lake, ft schooner ennie hi sight and cast anchor at tho mouth of Cedar bayou—which was too email for so largo a craft—and a yawl was «een to glide away from tho fcitlc of the vessel, coming straight to the Grove. This was something that had never happened before, and the peoplo were curious to know what it meant, so curious, in fact, that many hr.d gone down to tho shore smd stood there shading their eyes and -watching to see who wore tho thro© in tho yawl. How little they dreamed that the jsmall figure In tho bow—so that she might be the first one out—was Georgia Blake.

She it was, though, and a few minutes tnoro she whom they had mourned as dead for all these months stood before them isafo and well.

In a few words she told her story. On tho afternoon ot her disappearance, not being able to find as many flowers as «b« wanted, the set oat 1& an old skiff, one that had long since been useless. She .knew It was risky, but eager for the flow«r* she bailed ont the boat and started paddling sad steering, all at the same time, with a little board which she found •on tb« shore. She had dons that many a time before, but not in soak a skiff. However, she Teaclted the spot where the lilies .grew thickest. "Wild with enthusiasm over their beauty, sho gathered so long as .one was in sight, and then, with a sigh of toontent and pleasure, she looked down at the heap of beauties at her feet and found they were floating. And no wonder—there ^as afoot of water in the skiff and it was •coming in faster and faster.

She picked up the little board which bad serred as a paddle and began to ball. But she could not guide the boat and bail, too, and while she got a trifle ahead of the water the boat got ahead o( her. It selected, with the aid of the tide and wind, its own course and drifted farther and father away from Cedar Grw®. She lookaround, hoping some boatman might come in sight, but not so, Her faoe gnaw red from the exertion, two big salt team trickled over her lashes, her arms ached, and her heart beat with fright. But she could

bailed on—all that she

possibly do.

TERRE HAUtE

Broken waves beat against the old treacherous boat, rocked it and dashed the water in as fast as she tossed it out. Then, to her dismay, she saw the skiff was going toward the lake. Once on this body of water and she could do nothing with that craft. The nearer to the lake the rougher was the water, and soon the waves beat in at such a rate that the skiff filled, careened over to one side, bobbed .and .rocked and drifted on.

She had lost all hope of being saved when in turning around the point at the mouth of the lake she saw a large growth ef rushes. If she could run the boat into them and the wind did not rise, it would stay there lodged until morning at least. She mode the attempt, struggled with all her strength, but the skiff was too nearly sunk, too far down in the water, to be made to glide over this thick bed of high, tough rushes. But she reached out and held tightly to the stalks.

This was very good—so long as her strength lasted. It held tho skiff much more steady and made her feel safer. But what a situation to be in! Soon after sunset the air became quite chilly, and Georgia up to her waist in water! By dark she bad a perfect ague, and then followed a drowsy numbness she lost her hold, and the old skiff splashed off. But she knew not when or where, nor in fact anything, until' she awakened 48 or more hours afterward down in tho cabin of a schooner and found the good old captain and his wife in anxious attendance. They told her that while crossing the lake, just before entering the gulf, the light from one of the sailor's lanterns flashed on a figure over the water, and Immediately a boat was lowered, and she was brought aboaad more dead than alive.

Naturally the girl's first thought was of home and Edgar, and she wanted to return at once. But that was out of the question. This schooner was laden with lumber and bound for Galveston, and having been on the gulf now over two days and nights there was no going back. Of course it was very hard on her, but more so on those at home. However, she tried to be patient, and so soon as they reached Galveston she telegraphed home, and the captain's wife mailed a bulky letter, feeling sure that would explain everything and set all minds at easo until she could take the girl home.

Various things, though, delayed her homecoming. First the captain was sent to Corpus Christi, and during the trip encountered such rough weather that he lost many days. Thon he was sent to various other points, all opposite routes to the one Georgia had to take. In thoso days there were no railroads from Texas through Louisiana, as thero are now, so it was neoessary to come by water. The girl was not willing to trust herself witl} any one but tho captain and his wife, so she had to abide her time. In the meanwhile she mailed letters regularly to her friends, but what good were they?

The Grove was 40 miles from the telegraph office, and the operato/ mailed tho telegram, and of course it shared the same fate as tho letters—staid there until the postmaster, weary of looking at them, bundled tliem all up and sent them to the dead letter clBce. The people nt the Grove and surrounding country rarely went into town, never gob any letters, never looked for any, and so tho postoffice was tho last placo these people would ever dream of hearing from Georgia. They were convinced of her fate and knew nothing to the contrary until that morning when sho stood before them. The old couple wept over her as though sho was their child, and thero was great rejoicing among her friends.

But the one Georgia wanted most to see was. not there, so her homecoming was, after all, a very sad one. But, like many a woman had done since the beginning of time, she bore her burden patiently.

As tho years went by old Mrs. Lawrence was left a widow. But Georgia, who had put tho question of marriage away from her, still lived with her old friend and was now licr mainstay. The old captain and his wife went to see them on overy trip made for Louisiana cypress, and tlieie visits were by far the most pleasant things that came into the lives of theso two women. Tho old captain's schooner anchored off Spanish lako, and the green yawl coming down stream with him and his wife had grown to be a common sight now.

But ono evening there wore anchored two schooners, instead of one—the old captain's and another, a white one, such as these people had nut seen before. Thon a whito yawl eamo in by the side of the green one. A sailor handled the oars, while a man sat back in tho rear, his arms folded and his faco turned toward the Grovo. Georgia walked down to tho shore to welcome her old friends, as was her oustom, but her eyes wero on tho one in that white yawl.

Something In his attitudo made her heart beat violently. Sho tried to quiet it, but that was useless. The blood rushed in and out of her face, and her quick, short breathing made her bosom rise and fall in quick succession.

The two boats landed, and Georgia ran forward to meet. Edgar. He took her in his arms and held her there as though he never intended to let her go, and he didn't either. Mrs. Lawrence grew hysterical. Indeed wet eyes were plentiful, but so were smiles.

That evening, sitting out on tho porch at Mrs. Lawrence's, Edgar Geland entertained the whole population with an account of himself from the day ho left the Grove to the time he came back. He had straightway taken up life on the sea, beginning humbly and working himself up to a captain. And then, having made a good name, ho had built a vessel of his own, and, as his own captain, was taking his vessel on its initial trip when he met the old oaptaln, to whom he told his story and from whom be heard of Georgia.

The Grove was a happy place that night, happier than it had ever been before, and to this day there is nothing these people take such delight in as a recital of this story, always dwelling with pride ca the marriage, and how the people crowded on the shore and waved at the young captain and his bride until the vessel had gone over Spanish lake and appeared a tiny whito dot out on the gulf.—Virginia Payne Benrichs in Philadelphia Times.

The Secret.

Dunn—I called on the Munniswells today. Stylish people house splendidly furnished. Received me very graciously and asked me to call again.

Gunc—You don't mean it! Always heard they were very exclusive. How did they entertain you?

Dunn—Ob, I didn't stop Tohg. Only with a bill for dry goods. But 1 thought it was very kind in Mis. MunnJswell to ask me to call again. -Bwtsn Tranacagpt.

CbcmUOS.

Husband—Docs that new novel turn but happily! Wlfte—It doesn't say. It only says they ware married.—Joyeux Passe Temps.

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A BEAUTIFUL HORSE ^IEF§L,

She Is May Colvin,

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a* Pretty as

The female department tentiary undoubtedly fnnusfipj|ie most depraved tpyes of humanity.Minmarily the partiality of courts anaB^gies for women characterizes every ji*eal stystem of civilisation, and so it wist be a depraved and dangerous wom®|iiideed whom a jury of Americans wS.ll sentence to penal servitude.

Decidedly the most nwqne personality of the female population4** the prison is May ColviEu May is fflxly 18 years old and is a rustic beatrty* Bress her in the gorgeous paraphepfelia of Lillian Russell and die would be a more brilliant beauty than that stage'celebrity. She has great blue eyes tod amass of touseled blond hair of Titian tint. Her form is luscious—well rounded and plump—and her cheeks are red with the vigorous life of the Ozarks, whence she came. Her mouth is one that an impressionable artist wotild go wild over, with its cherry red lip® of sensuous curves, the whole forming the most perfect Cupid's bow. And, wifl&al, May is a horse thief and doesn't ddny it. Certainly the confinement in the penitentiary has brought out her native beauty, that must havfe been blurred or obscured by her exposure to all sorftfcof rough weather while fleeing over the plains and r~contains of the southwest from the officers or else no jury could have ever been induced to give her a term in prison, especially for so common and plebeian an offense as stealing horses.

But May is not only a horse thief, but a jail breaker as well by her own confession. Her feat in breaking from the jail at Girard, Kan., where she was confined about two years ago for horse stealing, her escape to Jasper county, Mo., and her subsequent capture then and prosecution on an old charge will be recalled by the readers of newspapers. "Well, I have no hard luck story to tell," was the way May greeted The Republic representative. "They made no mistake in my case. Nearly everybody else in here is innocent, according to their own statement, but I'm not. I'm here for horse stealing. "When I heard you were here and wanted to see me, I thought you wero an officer from Girard, Kan., and wanted to take ma back there for breaking out of jail. I'm glad yon are not, but I guess they'll come for me as soon as my term is out here, which will be in about 14 months if I behave myself. I've been a pretty good girl since I've been here. The reason for it, I guess, is that I haven't had a chance to be bad. However, I've so managed to break the rules as to be put in the dark room two or three times. But I'm going to behave myself from now on so I can get the benefit of the three-fourths rtile a

I don't know why I've turned out so bad unless it is that it was just bora in me. My mother is a good woman, only 85 years old now, a member of the Methodist church and has bth*' married three times. She raised *ae right, and my father, who is a dentist, was always kind and indulgent to me. I went to the public schoolB in Wobb City until I was 16, and then the devilment began to crop out in me. I don't know why either. "Nobody over taught me any wrong. I'm not like other women, either, in blaming my downfall on any man."— St. Louis Republic.

A CHINESE PUZZLE.

What Will tho Treasury Department Do With the 3,000 Unregistered Orientals?

A question that is oausing the treasury department considerable bother just now is what to do with unregistered Chinamen. According to the official report made by Commissioner Miller, 107, 000 had complied with the extended Geary law and registered. Official esti mates place the number of Chinese in this country at 110,000, so that it would appear that there are now in the United States 8,000 unregistered Chinese, every one of whom, according to the law, must be sent out of the country.

There is no money appropriated for the purpose, and as it costs fully $75 per head to send Chinamen back to China from the United States the aggregate amount required for the purpost will be quite large. In the meantime, under circular instructions sent out by the treasury, any citizen can appear I fore a United States commissioner and make complaint against an unregistered Chinaman, and United States marshals and customs officers are by law directed to do so. Secretary Carlisle and Attorney General Olney have tho vexed question under consideration and will probably make some official announcement on the subject shortly —Washington Poet.

A Messenger Boy's Scheme.

A discharged messenger boy in Cleveland did a land office business by writing telegrams and addressing them 'collect" to well known guests at hotels. The clerks would receive them and pgy charges, but exposure has come. A theatrical manager received a message reading: "Why did you not answer my last telegram? Mother and the rest of us are all weiL" For this he paid 46 oents." Another man, a bachelor, paid 89 cents for a message reading: '"Baby has cut anew tooth and is doing well Mary." The Western Union company has refunded a number of these payments and is investigating the case.— Cleveland Plain Dealer.

EoglWI* Army Sbeet*.

resolution was recently introdnoed in the house of commons of the British parliament by Mr. Han bury to provide each private soldier with a pair of clean sheets fornightly instead of monthly. To this Mr. Campbell-Baimerman seriously protested upon the ground that it would involve an increased expenditure of £10,000 a year. He thought that the money might be spenr, to the greater advantage and comfort of the soldier in', I other ways.

LY EVENING MAIL, JULY 7,1894:

WRITES IN A TRANCE.

The Singular Case of a Kansas City Woman Wlio Is a Christian Scientist.

The medical profession is much interested in the singular case of Mrs. Edith Morford, the wife of George Morford, a grain speculator who lives at 1208 North Twelfth street. Mrs. Morford went into a trance Thursday evening, and all efforts to arouse her have failed. Mrs. Morford has been studying Chrisr tdan science for about a year, and this piental exercise, the doctors say, probably produced a peculiar nervous condition.

Thursday ^evening Mrs. Morford, who had been at home all day with her sister, Miss Bertha Erwin, went to her room and retired. Her husband returr ed home about 10 o'clock. He attempted to awaken Mrs. Morford and failed, called in Dr. Richards and Dr. Martin, who remained all night working with the woman, who, while apparently sleeping like a child, could not be aroused. All day yesterday, last night and today she has remained in the same condition.

The most peculiar feature of Mrs. Morford's case is that she occasionally rises from her bed and vftilks about the house while in her prolonged sleep. Yesterday afternoon she went to the table and ate a few morsels of food and then drew a glass of water. No heed was paid by her to members of the family, and not a word has passed her lips. Last night Ifrs. Morford arose, and after arranging her hair attired herself in a black dress and went to the parlor. She seated herself at her writing table, with a Bible open before her, and began Writing, and, though her eyes remained closed, the lines she penned were as straight anc* the words as correctly formed as though written by a good penman with both eyes open.

Dr. Richptds and Dr. Martin are Qmong the oldest practitioners in the oity, and they assert that this is the most singular case of its nature that has ever be^n brought to their notice. They express the belief that the woman will soon come out of her trance or prolonged sleep and do not think any harm will come of it.—Kansas City Dispatch.

PARDON CAME TOO LATE.

A Young Woman Secures a Convict's Release Only to See Him Die.

An incident pathetic in the extreme and of interest in St Louis because of the popularity of the heroine in that city has just come to light. Two years ago Sam J. Taylor, a prominent farmer near this city, became embroiled in a quarrel with a neighbor. The fellow struck him, and in the heat of passion Taylor drew his pistol and hisdly wounded his assailant. An overzealous jury convicted him and sent him to the penitentiary for three years. During his confinement all of Taylor's family died save a sister, who has been untiring in her efforts to secure his pardon. She has been unsuccessful, however. Taylor lost hope and for the past three months had been dying of a broken heart.

Last week Miss Clara Fowler, a Kentucky belle of national fame, visited the penitentiary and inr the course of travel through the prison saw and became interested in Taylor. She promised Taylor when she left that she would secure his pardon. Miss Fowler at once set to work, and after securing the data covering Taylor's trial and conviction called on Governor Brown, and the result of her visit was that she secured Taylor's pardon. Immediately after leaving the chief executive she went to the prisou hospital, to which Taylor had been removed, and delivered the pardon. When the aged convict saw the paper which meant his restoration to liberty, his eyes were turned to Miss Fowler with a look of ineffable gratitude, and suddenly he gave a gasp and expired. Taylor's only sister was notified, and he was given a decent burial through money raised by Miss Fowler.—Lexington (Ky.) Cor. St Louis Globe-Democrat

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"Will-%ou,'' he said timidly, "will —you have come ice cream?" ^"No, thank you," replied the young woman. "I very seldom eat it."

He looked surprised. "Do you iind getting engaged to me? I know that yon have been engaged to severt.1 other young men this summer, but that doesn't count." "1 was never engaged in my life," she replied.

slight pallor came over his face. Pardon me, but do you know that your hat is Lot on exactly straight?" "Isn't it? Ob, well, I can fix it when I get home!"

He looked at her with a ghastly stare. "Great Scott!" he exclaimed, "have I read the comic weeklies all these years for nothing?"

And he sank to the pavement and moaned.—Washington Star.

Vice President Stevenson,

Adlai Stevenson is working his presidential boom to its utmost capacity. It is noted that strangers go into his room behind the senate chamber, perhaps a little nervous at the prospect of meeting a vice president of the United States, possibly the first they have ever seen, irnd they come away so delighted with the man they have met that they have almost forgotten that he is the vice president. He never fails to thank a stranger for honoring him with a call nor the friend who brings him for giving him the privilege of seeing him.— Chicago Tribune.

PniwdForsKidc.

Nothing so -stirs up the indignation of the average adult as to see a little child abased by a grown person, yet when Fireman Nelson kicked a 2-year-old boy in Elkton, Md., a day or two ago, so hard that the mark of his bootremained on the child's forehead for hours he was praised by all who saw it and warmly thankod by the little one's parents. Nelson was standing on the pilot of a swiftly moving locomotive when he kicked the boy, acd his kick knocked the child off the track knd saved its life.—Exchange.

A USEFUL MACHINE.

It Counts Two Thousand Silver Dollars a Minnte In the Philadelphia Mint.

The feat of counting 2,000 silver dollars per minute is now being performed at the mint by a little macliine invented by Sebastian Heines, the chief carpenter of the institution, and by its aid the work of counting the coin and weighing the silver bars can, it is thought be completed by the middle of July. The slow progress made in counting by hand led Mr. Heines to experiment, with the result, after the expenditure of much thought and time, of turning out a very successful machine.

Mr. Morgan of Mint Director Preston's office was greatly interested in the experiments, and upon witnessing the final successful test of the invention he granted permission for its use in counting the great mass of silver dollars. The machine was put into regular operation yesterday, and when worked to its limit was easily able to dispose of two bags of coins containing $3,000 in a minute.

The machine consists of a hopper, into which the coins are dropped. A cogwheel, the teeth of which resemble those of a circular saw, carries the coins to tubes, and from there they are forced out upon a little table containing 20 grooves, each of which holds just 50 coins. A turn of the crank counts 1,000 coins, which are immediately put into a bag, and a second thousand, follows before the expiraticn of the minute.— Philadelphia Record.

MR. STOKES' CHARITY PATIENTS.

Men Who Livetl at the Hoffman Honse and Never Paid Anything For Board. flliThe abrupt closing of the Hoffman

House has been taken as a burning and unprovoked insult by a number of men Wiio have been living in that establishment for a great many years, and who are hot and load in their denunciation of Proprietor Stokes. It is characteristic that this little group of Hoffman House habitues should be particularly sharp in their comments on Mr. Stokes' action, because they have been known as his "charity patients" for years.

Two of them have lived in the Hoffman House for upward of 10 years without paying a cent. Another has never paid anything, although he is an old Hoffman House dweller, but he has justified his position in the establishment by running around occasionally and doing odd jobs for the house. Several of the others are notorious with their ever existing lack of funds. It is generally believed that the only way Mr. Stokes could get them out of the house was to take the radical move which he decided upon early last week.

There was nothing to be done with the Hoffman House except to build an entirely new structure. The main part of the establishment is so old and rickety that it would be impassible to build additional stories on it, and it would have been a waste of money to try to improve the existing building.-—New York Letter.

•dfag-fXthSomething Strong. Sho vftts a chipper lit,tle damsel and evidently deeply impressed by her own stock of information on all subjects. All the idle clerks, surveyed her as sho tripped up to the trimming counter-and said: "I want to see some elephant braid— the widest you have." "Elephant braid?" repeated the shopgirl, running her lead pencil through her bangs. I don'_t think we havo any.'' ''Oh, yes, you have!" insisted the shopper, for a friend of mine got some here yesterday." "Well," tho clerk asserted, taking down large box and looking into it, "we have tiger eye buttons, lizard pocketbooks and alligator belts, but I never heard of elephant braid. Here's some hercules braid. Won't that do?" "That's what I want," ejaculated the damsel, "hercules braid. I thought •elephant' did not sound right, but I knew it was something awfully strong!" —Batimore Telegram.

For Nervousness and Dyspepsia Dse Horsford's Acid Phosphate. Dr. C. GRAHAM, Chicago, 111., says: '*1 have used it for years in cases of nervous pxhaustion, Insomnia and certain kinds nf dvnpepsltt, and would be at a loss to find" in the whole niaieria medica anything which would take its place wnd give as satisfactory results iu the above mentioned disorders.''

Mr. C. E. Bohall, W. Union, Minn.

Blood"Poison

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Hood's Pills cure all liver ill*, biliousness

J8AA0 BALL, FUNERAL DIRECTOR.

Otwr. Third and Cherry St*, Terre Haute, Ind. I* prepared to execute ail orders Iv his 1to* with nestnees and dUpatcJ embalming Specialty.

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DEWTIST.

Offlce—McKeen's Block, &ortbire*t corner Seventh street and Wabash avenue.

Railroad Time Tables.

Trains marked thus (P) have Parlor On Trains marked thus (S) have Sleeping Cars. Trains marled thus (B) have Buffet Car. Trains marked thus (Vj bave Vestibule Cars. Trains marked (1) have Dining Car. Trains marked ihus t) run Sundays only. Trains marked thus (»i run daily. All otner inut run daily, Sundays excepted.

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St. Louis Ex* (DVAS) 3.10 No. 13 Eff. Acc 4.05 No. 11 Fast Mall* 8.04

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I.KAVE FOR THK EAST.

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MICHIGAN DIVISION.

LEAVE FOR THE NORTH.

No. 52 St. Joseph Mall 6.20 a No. 66 St. Joseph Express 1.00 No. 54 St. Joseph Express lUupm

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PEORIA DIVISION.

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M. J. RHEIH. General Agent

Indianapolis, Ind.

HOWARDS, General Passenger Age^ Cincinnati. Ohio

DR. R. W. VAN VALZAH,"

DENTIST

Office, No. 5 South Fifth Street.

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JAMES L.PBI JAMBBH. CALDWEU^, Attorney at Lair and Collector and Notary Public. Real Estate Broker.

PBICE&CALDWELL,

Room 2 Patton's Block,

408 Ohio St, Terre Haute, Ind.

J)R GEO. MAKBACH,

GROUND FLOOB DENTAL PARLORS. 124 South Sixth Street.

CANT C. DAVIS,^

Attorn^y-at-Law,, Wabash Ave., in McLean**Building. TERBE HAUTE, IXD.