Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 25, Number 6, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 4 August 1894 — Page 2

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INNOCENCE

Her eyes were browii, A her dress was green, «. And a stvecter maid t.gT

Ne'er lived, I ween.

I met her oft, And I talked with her. And it wanned my heart

To hear, her par. -r I murmured low, And I sighed of Jove And cooed my strain

Like a turtle dove.

I flattered her— But I must confess She wasn't a par-

Tickle lik! her dress. —Detroit Free Preaa.

THE RED SCAR.

"That is tho mark of an Indian arrow,

a Navajo arrow," said the colonel as ho with my left hand. The path was

sitting around the stove ono evening in

After a considerable time and no end of difficulty I got together a band of as thorough ruffians as it was over my lot to see. •Those wore hunters, trappers, scouts, miners, Indians, half breeds, ruined gamblers and scamps of every kind and nation, but all well used to Indian lighting and In dlfyi ways. I may mention that this was the band which my old friend, Mayne Held, calls the "sculp hunters."

After the expenditure of a good amount of time and tamper, not to mention physical force, I managed to got them Into some sort of discipline. With this band I •was camping out on the east sldo of tho mountains wlum news was brought from tho fort that a band of (500 Indians had escaped and were making their way westward. They woidd be obliged to cross tho mountains by one of throo passes. We wore encamped at tho center pass, and the passes on either sido of us wore 80 miles apart from each ot her. After consulting with my chief scout, a Mexican called Santos, wo agreed that they would probably make for tho north pass ami would likely scud a small party on ahead to see if the coast was clear. So we resolved to make a reeonnolssauee in that direction.

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applicd lighted splinter of cedar to his that the mule had to follow in the cigar. This was said in answer to my re mark} calling sttentio/i to a dark rod scar my repeating on his right arm, about two inches above

the wrist, which was revealed as ho

stretched out his arm toward the fire to light tho chip of wood. The colonel and I, with onr host, were sitting around the stove ono evening in

The colonr was an old Indian fighter and had' scon some rough work in tho "winning of the west." With tho preliminary ''Well," which seems tho usual way for an American to begin a story, tho colonel commenced:

Tho Navajoes, a powerful tribe to tho •west of tho Jtio Grande, had for"long been «n tho warpath, robbing and murdering •white sottlerh, moro especially at isolated mining camp.., until most of the mines wero left tcnantlcss, the owners having either been wiped out" or obliged to flee to tho towns or more settled districts. Tho government was at length roused to take steps to end this state of things. A •strong force, composed principally of cavalry, was sent out against tho Navajoes, marching through their country, destroying their towns and killing many of tho tribe In numerous engagements and skirmishes.

Finally they returned, escorting about 8,000 prisoners. I was there with tho —th cavalry, and a pretty busy time wo had of it rounding up these redskins. They were marched to Fort S. and located close to the fort, being kept within their camp by cavalry patrols. In spito of our utmost vigilance, sovcral small parties of Indians escapod. As tho force at tho disposal of the commandant was not largo enough to follow all tho scattered bands of fugitives, 1 got orders to raise a company of scouts in order to patrol tho range of mountains lying between the fort and tho Navajo country.

Leaving the main body of the men with Xjvili IJi^ Wit JiUtlli WWIJ VI VMV i)ilv JLiJUtiUlB iiliUwV «V»V-A OAAWTVI *iv*uw« orders to wt teh tho south pass as well as I listcuixi intently for a repetition of tho tho center ime, I mlo off with Santos, sound, and shortly afterward heard anfcaking two led mules with us. As wo expected, wo found the trail of the scouting party and soon enine in sight of them, or rather of a ch ml of dust which they raised as they made their way toward the mountains. Keeping well out of sight, wo

usscd them nnd made for spring where the Ind Sana would camp. We xodo hard all day, and toward sunset arrived in the neighborhood of tho spring. Halting about a mile from It, Santos dismounted and crawled forward among the sagebrush. On examining tho ground, h® saw that tho Indians had not been there. Wo accordingly watered tho horse* and then rut irod to a canyon about 200 janls from the spring. It soon became joite dark, and as thero was no sign of the Indians wo went to sleep.

A% daybtvr.k next morning I went op oomlng towarvl me. the si !e u: the canyon, and crawling jIviSv,vll

through tho sagebrush I examined the neighborhood with my glass. I discovered

UlUgaiAUHin'" WII4I 11EU3T UUU wuwjvu At IV wiv 4w*v| tho Icdhuia encamped about 200 yards i^y fcr something like three months. TVTJH ANTRFIKV RT« FKN FNRFHAI* KLDCV THFIV CNNFAE FCHFL STV from tho spring, on the farther side. They had arrived after dark and ao had not discovered our trail. As I was watching them through my glass and trying to

in that monotonous gallop, parched with thirst and covered with dust. Toward evening we were nearing the Mai Pais, that great lava bed which stretches for 70 miles along the plain. The lava is piled up in great ridges, cracked and fissured in all directions, broken up Into huge blocks, which here and there are upheaved 40 and 50 feet above the plain, with grass and small trees growing in the Interstices. Most of the bed is quite impassable for horses, bnt remember one pass, of which I had taken advantage on a former occasion. Skirting the lava bed to the right, we came to the high piled up blocks which I knew indicated the whereabouts of the pass.

At length we reached the place where the path led over the lava. Leaving Santos to watch if the Indians were following us, I rode tip the pass. My limbs were rather cramped after our long gallop, and I had taken my right foot from the stirrup and had crossed my leg over the horn

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October when the nights were getting instinctively drew back, tightening the -rftViHit? Wn u'f»rr lltrlnr* At: mnftli whinh a *-U* fn wm« A* 4 chilly. We were living at a ranch which •was situated among tho foothills of a range of mountains lying in New Mexico to the east of the Rio Grande. The colonel had driven 80 miles that day in his two horse buggy, and having as far again to JJO before h« reached his destination ho had stopped at the ranch for the night, availing himc^lf of that hospitality which Is so freely oiTcred to travelers by all ranchmen in tho wild west. "Tell ustLo story, colonel," said our host, relighting his pipe and leaning back comfortably in tho rocking chair.

right into the muzzle of a rifle. I

rein and causing tho horse to rear. At the same moment a shot was fired, and the horse fell wivh a bullet through his head. Almost at the same instant several other shots were fired, and I fell with the horse, wounded in the left shoulder and right thigh. As I fell I threw up my right hand with the rifle and received an arrow in the arm, which left this scar.

The mule was tugging at the rope as I lay stretched out with my left leg under tho dead horse and my left arm stretched beyond my head by the backing of the mule, tho lariat being still held in my baud and partly twisted round my wrist.

At this moment an Indian appeared just before me. I can see that man still. Every feature is stamped on my memory. I thought my 'ast hour had come as he stepped toward me clutching his knife. I raised my wounded arm, holding tho rifle like a pistol, and fired point blank at tie Indian, who dropped dead on the spot.

Then the mule gave a scream and reared up, dragging mo from under tho horse, wrenched himself loose and galloped down tho pass. My idea at the time was that an Indian had attempted to get at me from behind, but finding the mule In tho way had thrust his lance into it. My surmise was probably correct, as the mule eventually arrived at tho fort with a lance wound in its flank.

My repeating rifle evidently disconcerted tho Indians, and, although I fired several moro shots into the bushes, I never caught sight of them again. They fired once or twice, and now and then an arrow fell near me, but they were careful never to expose themselves.

It was now qui to dark, and I managed to drag myself into a corner among some high blocks of lava, and sat, leaning against them, with my rifle across my knees, expecting ovory moment to bo attacked. I oxtracted the arrow, and the blood began to pour over my hand. Getting out my knife, I ripped up my sleeve. I felt tho blood coming in jerics, and knowing by that that an artery must bo wounded I improvised a tourniquet by tying a knot on my handkerchief, and with my tinwounded hand and my teeth bandaged the arm and stopped the bleeding. I began to feel rather done up and was leaning back against the rock when I heard alight rustling over my head.

On looking up I oould see between me and the sky the bushy head of a soap plant being thrust over tho odge of the rock. This was evidently a ruse on tho part of tho Indians to seo if I wcro on the alert. I instantly fired upward, and tho soap plant disappeared. I dared not go to sleep, and I felt comparatively happy. I remembered distinctly of repeating poetry to myself, and rather appropriately Burns' poem, "Man Was Made To Mourn," kept running through my head. My sense of hearing seemed to be intensified, and I could hear tho slightest rustle of a leaf, which I often took for the stealthy tread of a-foe.

wIclu UilvU||U uy gjiwo iunci QT 9 ptuwuv* aim *uuv xiiake out their numbers I saw a sudden ^turning with help just In time for xnoreanent in camp. They began to move rescue.—Exchange. toward their horses, at the same timo gestloulaUng and pointing in our direction. Looking behind me, to my dismay I *aw a «|nmn of &moko slowly rising in the air. Jtknow at onco what had happened. I bad many a tirno expostulated with Santo* about his habit of cmoklng at inoouventant times, and now after Lighting his

©n flra. I at unco cmwied back through the sagebrush, and as soon as I#wae out tot sight of the Indians I aroso to my tect *nd tan down to our camp, where I found vainly endeavoring to beat out the fire.

No use now," said I. "Wcaredisoovcred and must run for It." Wo mounted onr horns, and leading the mules set- off at a gallop, the Indians on our left, to cut us off from the fort, whew they supposed we were going. t?bM did not actually chase u*, but just fen* along pamllel to our oounw, and so meed along over die plain, which was «nd and gravel, with a scanty growth gramma grass, with here and •actus or wap day long we fast on, tomcttaM* stopping to chang* from the harm* to tho mules, «Toaok again to the bow* and on again

About 8 o'clock, as near as I could judge, I heard what I at onco recognized as the sound of metal striking a stone. It was very faint and seemed a long way off, but I felt sure that it was caused by the iron shoo of a horse. And if so it was probably tho horse of a white man, as tho Indians almost never shoo their horses.

other sound, which I know by experience to bo caused by tho rush of a number of horses over an arroya, and then all was silent again. I waited for sometime, and then I heard faintly the unmistakable tramp of licrses galloping. Tho sound gradually became more distinct and then suddenly ceased. Soon I heard voices and recognized those of Santos and tho lieutenant of my troop. At hist I heard tho order to advance. I cried out:

Look out! There are Indians .all around." "My Godl" I heard tho lieutenant say, "ho is still alive."

Just then I heard a rustling all around me, caused by tho Indians making off, and to my Intense relief I saw the lieutenant and a number of dismounted troopers

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S was told that Santos, hearing the shots I when I ascended the pass and no answertog call from me, concluded that I was killed or a prisoner and rode off tc the

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ABatlilnParis.

A bath is all the bettor little ooent. A cupful of eau de cologne thrown into a 80 gallon tub of water is very fine. Other thing" carefully considered, the bather

will be sweet and agreeable for an entire

ho btd niuMfial !i. Ptrla for 85 cents. A postal noteient to a bathing firm will bo answered hy "a 5 carriage" at the appointed hour, containing the portable tub, fresh towels and ma-

ferial for a hot. cold, spirit scented or milk bath. The Parisienno pays only a franc for a warm bath, bnt the warm milk for her skin Is extra. For the virgin telh, made with a few ounces of benxoln, there Is no extra charge. After the toilet, tub, towels, carriage and servants go off, to return when called tor. Rents are fclgib, and zoom Is as prcchna in Ivaris as fasNewYork. Only the rich can affwdthe luxury of a private bath. The modern apartment house* are built with bath* looms, but usually they are convened Into Mrrtoa rooms or pan trie#, from which IStie nv"'"llnp coffee and roll or the 4 o'clock tea and biscuit la served.—New York Wocld.

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footsteps of the horse. In my right hand was my repeating rifle, at that time a novelty, resting across my right knee. I had nearly gained tho highest part of the pass and was advancing between two walls of lava when my horse suddenly threw up its head, and looking down I found myself

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resting across my right knee.

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TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MATL. AUGUST 4,1894.

N A W A O

Waiwt I sassed my pa, an he "We31*1 .-tand 'at, aa he punished ma. Nen when he wnz gou' that day I slipped oat an ranned away. I took all my copper cents An climbed over oar back fence In the Jimsoa weeds 'at growed Ever'wiiere ail down the road. Nen I tot oat there, an nen I ranned some, an ranned again,. When I meta man 'at led A big c»w 'at- shook el her head.

I went down a long, long lane, Where wuz little pigs a-playin, An a great big pig went "Booh!" An jaraped up an skeered me too. Nen I scampered past, an they Wuz somebody hollered "Heyl*1 An I just looked ever'where. An they wuz nobody there. I want to, bnt I'm '£raid to try To go back, an by an by Somepm hurts my th'oat insid An I want my ma—an cried. Nen a grea' big girl come throng Where's a gate, an telled me who Am I, an ef I tell where My home's at she'll show ifae there. But I couldn't 'ist bnt tell What's my name, an she says "Well," An 'ist looked me up and says, "She know where I live, she gness." Nen she telled me hug w'ite close Rouud her neck, an on she goes Skippin up the streetl An nen Purty toon I'm home agon. An my ma, when she kissed me,

On this occasion, however, it Is destined to last longer. Dog Kellarey, advancing, invites tho driver to tako refreshment.

After complying with tho request that individual gets out to the vehicle, to return with a bundle. Then unwrapping tho shawls, ho places on the tablo a baby girl. Sbo cannot bo more than 2 years old and is fast asleop, her little head and Its pretty ourls pillowed on one tiny arm.

Every ono presses round to look with the exception of Dog Kellarey, who has no curiosity in the matter of babies. Then questions pour in thiok and fast: ''Whose isltf" "Where'dye get the kiddy, mateyj"» "Whose youngster is it, Bill?"etc.

Any other man would be bewildered— not so Bill Burns. He says slowly and solemnly, as if aware of his unique importance, "For Dog Kellarey." "What!" shouts that gontleman. 'That's a lie, you Bill! Who says the kid's for me?" 'I do," replies tho driver. ''Poll Waites of Wild Dog shoved it aboard along with its duels for yer. The little un's fathor pegged out on Saturday—'Flash Dick' of Wild Dog Creek. 'Is last words was, 'Sen the kid to my old mate, Dog Kellatey,' an so I fetched it along, an the passengers made up tho faro among 'em, so, there's nothin to pay—there!" ''Old Dick pegged outl" the Dog mimbles slowly. "Old Dick pegged out an sent is kid to me."

The crowd is so tickled with thaldea that it ventures upon a laugh. The laugh decides him, and steppim up alongside tho sleeping child he slngaout,: "The kid's mine, an tho man as hfighs agin 'er laughs agin me. Nowlot'i see 'im as is gamo to grin!" I

He has evidently gono home, for neono answers.

Sunday morning, and Dog Kella^y's rinir™ is the center of attraction. Tht little arrival of the previous night Bays about the tent door. The Dog, feming harm to her from his crowd of visitors, carefully defines his boundary and thfcatana dim penalties on the head of any ^ian who crosses It. x*

News, news!—groat and glorious Urws! New® which runs like wildfire thifigh the field, which flies from tent to t^t—• from the police cells on the hill to llitch Joe's across the flat, pea* the Eufcka, down to the day dawn—never stoshlng until every one has heard It. "Dog KeUarey's proverbial bad (nek has turned at last—he has bt" the lead the new claim has tramps with vengeance."

It Is full of gold—specks, specimexfand nuggets. Not nuggets as small bet large as teacups. Not here and but In a big deep lead, a fortune at drive of the pick.

The luck penny, who has been in the shadow of the teat, waf chuckles at apiece of glittering Ids excitement the Dog sings out: "Boys, 'tis 'er 'as done it. Thezfs the laas that brought me luckl" «g

Thaw p. in* More excitement! A nugget weighing 00 monster of the field, a wonder of! tor and a fortune to its finder.

Picks and shovels are thrown mar of cradles and slaiodnsesi

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And he meant it.

Kissed the big girl, too. an she Kissed me—ef I p'on»ise shore I won't run away no morel —James Whitcomb Riley,

HIS LUCK PENNY.

It is Saturday night on an Australian goldfleld. The bar of the Jolly Diggers is orowded.

News has gono abroad that Dog Kellarey has broken out again, and as he always takes care to have his little bouts remembered a crowd soon collects.

On this particular Saturday he has set himself to try conclusions with Kangaroo Jack of the Midas claim. It is a gorgeous struggle—even old Wall Eyed Bill, who is exacting in such matters, is compelled to admit that. They fight anyhow and everywhere, under tables and under chairs, while the lamps flare, the dogs bark, and the crowd expresses its admiration in language full of picturesque detail.

Kangaroo Jack tires after the twentysixth round, and his friends carry him to his tent minus one eye and plus concussion of tho brain.

Then when Dog Kellarey counts his broken fingers every one suddenly remembers the unguarded state of his tent and vanishes into tho darkness, not to reappear until the sound of the coach horn is heard on Portugco hill.

The arrival of the weekly coach, bearing her majesty's mails, is an occasion of great importance, and ranks even before new finds or wardens' decisions

About 11 o'clock the coach oreaks and groans' up the street, to pull up before the flaming lights of the Jolly Diggers. It is a curious, lumbering old construction, riding on leather springs and drawn by five strong horses—a sort of badly brought up cross between an antique mourning coach and a dilapidated Indian ghari.

The driver, to whom is intrusted tho lives and hereafters of the half dozen passengers, travels the

240

miles between tho

goldflelds and civilization twice weekly and is always preternaturally thirsty. Custom, however, forbids his leaving the box before he has seen his horses unharnessed and led away and exchanged the usual pleasantries with his own particular admirers. When in due time he does descend, passengers, diggers, loafers and dogs escort him into the hotel, and in half an hour the exoitement is over.

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by in agio, and the exciteu crowd starts at a run for the claim. On th.:ir arrival Dog Kellarey says nothing, but for the second time he carefully points out his boundary. He places his revolver on the cradle, ready to his hand, and, bless you, tho crowd understands what he means by that.

The luck penny sucks her thumb and crows contentedly. Womanlike, she knows she is the center of attraction.

When the last visitor has departed, the Dog picks her up and says emphatically: "Kinchin! It's you as brought the luck to the old man. Now, look here, throe parts of that claim belongs to you, it does!"

1892.

A bright, fresh morning, with a few white clouds scattered aoout tne heavens, the better to enhance the blueness of tho sky beyond. A happy spring breeze dashing round corners and playing the very mischief with 6ilk hats and dainty skirts, whistling through telegraph wire, and covering the harbor with a coating of continuous white foam. A morning on which to feel thankful for existence.

It is easily seen that something unusual is affecting the inhabitants of Potts Point, that fashionable suburb of luxurious Sydney.

At St. Mary's church door I find a largo crowd assembled, representing all ranks of society, and for tho first time obtain some dim idea of the event I am about to witness. In order to make doubly sure I question an ancient lady, whose dress suggests connection with some charitable institution. ',f'

At first she seems inclined to treat my thirst for information with contempt, but finally a desire for gossip overcomes her reticence, and she condescends to tell me all in one breath that "this 'ere is to be tho weddin o' Miss Athelwood. Not but that 'er name ain't Athelwood, but Kellarey. 'Er as 'dow'dthe amls'ouses down the street—which times bein bad an a lone widder as 'ad no 'usband an whose son is doin 'is last stretch, bein as innocent as a babo unborn. An rheumatiz bein that bad, she could curse, only she wouldn't. An Miss O'Sullivan, as lives in No. 9, said as 'ow Miss Athelwood was worth well nigh a 'alf million of money if she was worth a penny—not but that she shouldn't be, seein as 'ow she had been born on the gold diggin's, an every one knowed them was good times. An a prettier an better lady never stepped, beggin 'er pardon for sayin so."

Tho old woman, once started, was hard to stop. But I was interested in Miss Athelwood, 60 I ventured an inquiry as to her parentage. "Ah, well may yer say that not but what yer mightn't understand, seein as 'ow ye're a stranger in these parts. Tho poor, young dear never 'ad no father to know but Mr. Atholwood,vthe lawyer. I 'eard tell she were just 'fetched up from them goldflelds by a feller called Kellarey —a miner chap, who give 'er to Mr. Athelwood along of a fortune which 'e said was 'ers. That's 20 yeai or more now—the Bamo year as my good man was took by the perlice for tho Orange bushrangin case, an 'im not never so much as 'avin a 'alfpenny of the money, but"

I stopped the dear old lady's family history by asking whom Miss Athelwood was about to marry. As I put the question tin old and villainously dirty swagman placed his roll of blankets down at the church door and pushed his way toward us. "In beggin yer pardon," my old lady went on, ''Miss Athelwood's agoin to marry, as it's not in my mind to remember —a dook or a hcarl.but I can't say which on 'em. Haid de camp to the governor, they do say ho is. But look, look, 'ero they oomesl"

Carriage after carriage rolled up to the ohurch door and set down its load of fashionables. Then amid continuous cheering Mr. and Miss Athelwood arrived. She looked surpassingly beautiful, and I noticed that tho old swagman was so overcome with astonishment that he kept his eyes staring at tho door long after sho had passed through it and all had rushed into the church to seo the ceremony.

My whole attention was dovoted to watching the bride. I could not drive her romance out of my head. She went up tho aisle a nameless girl, the product of a goldfield, and returned to the musio of Mendelssohn's "Wedding March," a countess nnri a member of one of the oldest families In Europe.

After all the carriages had rolled away and I was turning to go the old swagman touched my arm, saying: "Mister, I'm agoin to get yer to do me a favor."

Asking him what it was, he replied: "Let's go somewhere out of this, where we're alone, an I'll tell yer."

When we had adjourned to a more fitting place, my companion spoke. "I guess you'd call me a liar if I told you that I was the man as brought up that girl as we've just see married. But I am—I'm Dog Kellarey, sure enough, 'im as give 'er into Lawyer Athelwood's 'ands 20 years ago, with 'er share of the mine thet panned out so rich." "Why don't you go to her then? I hear she's been hunting high and low for you!" "That's just it. I know Bhe has. But d'yer think I'm agoin into the company o' the likes o' 'er friends? Not me! I'd be xnakin a fool o' the girl, an she'd be ashamed o' 'erself. No! I've tramped olose on 400 miles to seo her married, an now I'm agoin back into the bush tonight for good. I want you to write this 'ere in a letter for me—it ain't much. Say, 'From Dog Kellarey to 'is luck penny on 'er weddin day,' an put In the corner, 'I ain't forgot yer,' mindl"

I wrote as he directed, and Inclosed— what do you think? A baby's little woolen shoe! The old man had kept this relic as his most sacred treasure for nearly 20 years.—Guy Booth by in Pall Mall Magasine. -. One of Paal Revere** Bells.

Among the town papers of Newington, H. J3L, a former selectman recently found the following:

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Bosroir, Nov. 23,180L

Thomas Pickering bought of Paal Revere & Son OM church bell, weight, £05 pounds, at $£10.40. Received the above.

PACT. RXVXBX A 80s.

We engage, should the bell not be agreeable to the selectmen of Newington, la New Hamp •hire, to receive it again In like order aswhaa delivered, provided it is returned in four wab, when we promise to deliver the money, retaining $30. PAUL REVEBS & 60s.

This bell Is the one which still hangs In the belfry of the Newington church, the bell, the church and the parsonage all beimr the property of tho town.—Manchester (N. H.) Union.

JExperieacwd.

Mistress—Now, Jane, clear away the breakfast dishes and then look after the aMirtwm. I'm going around the corner to have dress fitted.

Faithful Servant—Yea, mum. Will ye tote the latchkey, shall I watt up for yf- Town Topics.

falling out and turning

gray, the glands of the skin need stimulating and color-food, and the best lemedy and stimulant is Hall's Hair Renewer.

PRINCE

AND POST.

Some Things at the Eisteddfod Which Made English Visitors Very Weary.

"After GOO years the Prince of Wales comes home.'' So sang Lewis Morris in an ode read before the royal visitors to the eisteddfod at Carnarvon. The ode was read in English, and the Prince of Wales audibly protested to those around him that the chronological statement referred to was not quite accurate, as he had been in Wales before, though certainly not in a public manner. However, tlie ode was fairly good, and as it was in English and lauded the Prince and Princess of Wales in tlie fulsome fashion that might have been looked for from an expectant poet laureate, a versifier who aspires to succeed Tennyson, their royal highnesses thoroughly enjoyed it and graciously accepted a bound copy of it.

Lewis Morris ranks as a Welsh bard, but he was the only one of that, mystic and, truth to tell, somewhat ridiculous body who wore the clothing of nineteenth century civilization. The others were decked out in quaint garments and Druidical trappings and were evidently the cause of violent delight to the Princess of Wales as she and her husband sat among them on the platform in the eisteddfod hall. The Sun reporter who attended the gathering is now sorry he did so, as he has lost all veneration for bards and a good deal of respect for the eisteddfod institution itself. Welshmen thoroughly enjoyed the whole business, but to the English visitors, royal and plebeian, it was wearisome work listening to along succession of bards reciting poems in an unknown tongue. The poems, in their translated form at any rate, proved in nearly every case to be sad doggerel. Bard Eos Dar, however, created much appreciated diversion by singing or chanting in fine style a "penillion," which he subsequently turned into English.—London Cor. New York Sun.

Pulling Teeth.

A woman who has practiced dentistry for some timo says: "Onco in awhile there arc some disagreeable features, but. not often. On the contrary, tho work becomes very fascinating and interesting. It does not require a great deal of strength to pull teeth. More can bo done by skill and knowing how."

For Nervousness and Dyspepsia Use Horsford's Acid Phosphate. Dr.

C. GRAHAM,

Chicago,

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says:

have used it for 3'ear^ in cases of nervous exhaustion, insomnia and certain kinds nfdyspopsia, and would be at a loss to find in me whole materia tnedica anything whieh would take its pUce and give as satisfactory results in»tbe above mentioned disorders.''

Mrs. W. J. Roach, Kilbourne, III,

That Tired Feeling

Loss of appetite, sleeplessness, and continual Headache troubled me greatly. Last April I

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J)B. H. a MEDCBAFT,

if- X5ZEJ3STTIST. OIBTO—McKeen's Block, northwest corner Seventh street and Wabash avenue.

JpELSENTHAL, A. B. Jastiee of the Peace and Attorney at law,

sooth Srd street. Terrs Haute, lad.

Railroad Timetables,

Trains marked thus (P) have Parlor Oa Trains marked thus (SV have sleeping Cars. Trains marked thus (B) have Buffet Car. Trains marked thus (V) have VestibuleCars. Trains marked (D) have Dluing Car. Trams marked thus (f) run Suudays only. Traiua marked thus run daily. All other tran a run daily, Sundays txcn ted.

XfllEsTIE.

MAIN LIIS E. ,t

LKAVK FOR THE WEST.

N 7 W stern Ex*(V£S) ...... 1.40 am No. 5 St. lxuls Mail 10.11 am No. 1 Fast Line*(P) 2.20pm, No. 21 St, Louis Ex* (DVAS) ... 3.10 No. 13 Eft". Acc .... 4.05 No. 11 Fast Mail* 9.01

ARRIVE FROM THE WEST.

No. 12 Cincinnati Express (S) 1.20 am No. 6 New York Express (V&S). 2.10 a No. 14 EtBnghani Ac. 9.30 am No. 20 Atlantic Express (DPV&S) 12.42 No. 8 Fast Line 2.05 No. 2 Indianapolis Acc 5.00 pm

LEAVE FOR THE EAST.

No. 12 Cincinnati Express (S) 1.30 am No. 6 New York Express "(V&S). 2.'20am No. 4 Mail and Acconnnodatlou 7.15 am No. 20 Atlantic Express (i)PVXS) 12,47 No. 8 Fast Line 2,20 No. 2 Indianapolis Acc 5.05

ARRIVE FROM TKE EAST.

No. 7 Western Express (V&S). 1.30 am No. 5 St, Louis Mall* 10.05 a No. 1 Fast Line (Px 2.05 No. 21

St. Louis Ex* (DVAS) .... 8.05 No. 3 Mail and Accommodation 6.45 No. 11 Fast Mall 9.00

MICHIGAN DIVISION.

LKAVK FOR THE NORTH.

No. 52 St. Joseph Mall 8.20 am No. 66 St. Joseph Express 1.00 No. 54 St.

Joseph Express 4.0u ARRIVE FROM THK NORTH.

No. 51 South Bend Express 11.45 a ra No. 63 St. Joseph Mail 7.30

PEORIA DIVISION.

LEAVE FOR NORTHWEST,

No. 75 Peoria Mall 7.05 am No. 77 Decatur Accommodation 3.25 ARRIVE FROM NORTHWEST. No. 78 Decatur Accommodation 11.00 am No. 76 Peoria Mall 7.00 ra

E & E E

NASHVILLE LINE. LKAVK FOR SOUTH.

No. 3 Ch Ev Ex* (SAP) 5.00 a Nr. 1 Ev. t£ Ind. Mail*. 3.15 No. 5 Ch A $ Li in* VAS 10.05 No. 7 Ev. Accommodation ... .10.20 am

AftKlVK FROM SOUTH.

N 6 *Nash Llm* (V&8) .... 4.45 am No. 2 T. H. A East Ex* .11.15 am No. 4 Ch & Ind Ex* (S & P) 11.15 ra No. 80 Mixed Accommodation 4.45 ra

IE. & X.

liKAVE rOK SOUTH.

No. 83 Mall & Ex 8.50 am

ARRIVE FROM SOUTH.

No. 48 II Mixed 10.15 am

d. & 33. X.

LEAV KOK NOKTH.

No. No. No No.

6C AN Liui*(DV«SS) .... 2 A Ch Ex 8 Local Passenfter 4 Ev & ExnH)

jpariWo

concluded to try Hood's I'AC Sarsaparlllaandnowmy troubles are all gone. 1 gave Hood's Sarsapa- 'WwWWW rllla to my bsby, 8mos.. for sores on his body and it cured him. Mns. W. J. KOACII.

4.50 am U.'i5 a in 3.20 11.15

ARRIVE FROM NOKTH.

N 3 A E E 8 No. 7 Locai Passenger No. 1 Ch fe Ev Ex No. 5 A N Lim*(DVAS)

1.45 am 0 :io am l.li 10.00 na

C- &c I.-ZBIQ- 4. OOING EAST

No. 10 Cincinnati A Wash Ex*RlJ. No. 2 Indianapolis & Cincinnati No. 18Southwestern Mmitea,SDPV.12.58 No. 8Day Express A Mall No. 4 arrives from Mattoon

No. 7 is S No. 9 Day Express A Mall* No. 17 South western Llmitcd*SDPV No. 5 Mattoon Kxpress No. 8 arrives from Indianapolis

4TRAINS

1,32 am 7.10 am H.42 ra 0.80 a ra

GOING WEST.

1.82 a ra 10.00 am 1.43 i) ra 0.00 ra 8.15 pm

THE BE8T LINE TO CINCINNATI AND THE SOUTH. I THE DIRECT LINE TO MICHIGAN RESORTS.

EVERY DAY TO

MICHIGAN RESORTS.

LOW BATE ROUND-TRIP TICKETS TO Mackinaw, Petoskey, Omena, Bay Port, Mt. Clemens, Alma, Huron la Beach, Sault St. Marie,

St. Clair Springs, The Mettawas. ALSO TO Niagara Falls, Montreal, Toronto,

Thousand Islands.

For (nil Information call on any C. H. & D. Agent.

D. C. EDWARDS,

General Paseongor Agent, Onrrw Building, Cincinnati. O.

DR. R. W. VAN VALZAH,

DENTIST

Office, No. 5 South'Fifth Street.

JAMES A. NISBET.

UNDERTAKER,

29 NORTH FOURTH STREET, All call* will receive the most careful attention. Open day and night.

JAMES 1. PHU

JAMES H. CALOWEUU,

Attorney at Law and I Collector and Notary Public. I Real Estate Broker.

PBJCE&CALDWELL,

Room 2 Pal ton's Block,

408

Ohio St, Terre Haute, Ind.

J)R. GEO. MAEBACH,

GROUND FLOOR DENTAL PABLOR8. 124 Sooth Sixth Street.

gANT 0. DAVIS,

Attomey-at-Law,

100% Wabash Ave., in McLean's Build Jog. TKRBE BADTE, I WD. ••Jf-A-...-f ............