Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 25, Number 13, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 22 September 1894 — Page 7

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THE COQUETTE. ..

She was graceful nod witty An] te jt'.er ami iatr, ,• .* Be«iu bingly pretty v-j iesy

An«l quite tlol-onair. 4 The illy and m-e In her face sweetly met 7?''," TiII she seemed one of those H/"

Y«.a could never forest, 4"'. Her face was a vision N .rt could portray,," Aid her suiilo more «lyalan

Than a morning in May. Soon the beaux who c&mts near her Wert) forced to believe That the made berwelf dearer

To aim ply deceive. Her eyes were of blue. And divine were her lit a. All the s?irb that I knew

She had thrown in eehiwe. Just to capture a bean Were her sorcerh-a M*t. So was one, now I know—

A consummate cornet te. —Raymond's Monthly,

LOVE'S SACRIFICE.

A little restaurant overlooking the San Antonio river. Two nuin, with choirs tilted back and feet against tho protecting rail of tho balcony, were smoking their evening cigarettes. Both wefe young and of goodly presence. Western suns and winds had tanned their cheeks and burned in the red of youth to a rich tropio hue..

Across tho brow of one—a brow whose boyish contour moved women with mother instincts to sudden longing to caress —lay loose waves of soft, yellow hair. Beneath looked out eyes of dark gray, heavy with tho long thoughts of those early, despcrato days—days whon a republic worked out in blood her long probation. The other had a fairer countenance, more lightsome and full of happy promise.

Superadded tonight to his native exuberance was some foreign eliment of joyousness which seemed to master spirit and muscles alike. He was full of movementTossing away a hulf finished cigarette, he clasped his bands back of his curly head und broke tho silence with sudden speech. "Ned, 1 am too happy to smoke. I am the happiest man in all this borderland. Nellie Herndon has promised to be my wife. It's a secret yet, but I couldn't keep it from you any more than I could keep my love from her. There Is not another woman llko her north, south, east or we6t. Did you ever notice the gold of her hair? It is like sunshine spun into threads. Whenever I look at her I think of some quaint old words my mother used to read out of a book long yoars ago when I was a boy back in my old home. They went this way: 'Whose shoe latchet I am not worth to unloose.' I suppose the preachers would call that Irreverent, but God will bear me witness there's no irreverence in my heart when I think of her."

At Hurvey Armstrong's first words the color was washed out of Ned Foster's face as with a sponge, Ills very eyes Seeming to pale.

Bringing his chair to the ground, concealing his face with his hand, ho leaned over the railing and looked down into tho Bluggish waters of the river flowing a few feet below.

As thought piled itself upon thought and Foster saw torn into shreds the beautiful fabrio of a dream that he, too, had woven, with this woman for its center, he forgot that heaven hold his mother and lifted up his heart against it and against his fellow man. But, thank God, it was only for one fleeting moment. Remembering whose brave right arm had five years before at the battle of San Jacinto intercepted the Mesloan bullet aimed at his own breast, he was oblo to turn away from the dark suggestions and give back unabated love and sincerity into the expectant eyes of his happy rival. ip '•Good for you, old fellow," he said' as ho extended his hand. ""May you have centuries of happiness. God knows"— with a look of tender loyalty his friend never forgot—"if any man deserves her it is you, Harvey."

This was in the summer of 1841. In tho autumn of 1842, when President Houston ordered out General Somervell to the Rio Grande to organize troops and avenge the insulting raids of Vasquez and Woll, Ned Foster was among the.,flrst to respond to the call for volunteers.

About 180 miles south of Saltillo on the road to die City of Mexico is an old fort known in history as tbo Hacienda Salado.

The high walls, built in fortress fashion around an Immense squr.ro court, aro AT ell fitted for defense and in times of war aro used for such a purpose.

This one stands in the midst of a sandy plain whose dreary stretch of gray is broken here and there by patchcs of bunch grass and tufts of stunted sage. To the east and west aro mountains, and on the dividing ridges are scattered lonely pines.

To this place on March 20, 1843, wore brought the recaptured remnant of tho unfortunato Mier expedition, that gallant band of 800 men, the flower of western militia, who went forth to do battle for the honor of tho young republic and were so treacherously dealt with by tho followers of Santa Anna, to whom they surrendered as prisoners of war. All renders of history know how the terms of tho treaty were broken and the betrayed men shown no mercy, but marched into the interior, subjected to incrodlble hardships and finally imprisoned miles away from home and friends.

All tlil» is history, but we have no written record of that interval between the escape and the rooopturo when the little company wandered, lost and helpless, among the fastnesses of unfamiliar mountains, no record of those 10 days and nights when tho sun rose and sot but to mark another and darker experience In the calendar of human pain.

Ned Foster and Harvey Armstrong were among tho number. The latter had, in the ardent spirit of the times, also answered tho far cry of the borders, leaving the young wife so lately wed to wait in prayer and tears a soldier's uncertain coming.

For four days the weary and footsore band traveled down a deep canyon, whose steep sides narrowed and narrowed until they closed and barred them In. Then the retracing of those same steps! On and on, In the silence and gloom of the mighty contortions of nature, without food, without drink, tired In limb, weary and dosed in mind, their tongues purple and swollen with thirst, yet seeing in fancy tho flower strewn prntrfes of their beloved Texas and the fond hearts boating a welcome there, still opening up new trails and pushing on with the courage and faith that made the martyrs of the Alamo and tho heroes of San Jacinto.

Gnoe Harvey fell exhausted in the shade of a tree and begged his comrades to leave him, but his friend lifted him up, whispered a magic name and bade him press on.

On the evening of the tenth day they

were met by a body of the Mexican cavalry and bidden to halt and give up their arms. Half starved and dying, they were Texan* yet, and their brave commander refund to do so except under treaty stipulations.

A treaty was dcawn up, and once again false vows were pledged by Spanish Hps. Water was not readied uptll sunset of the next day. By that time only four of the men were able to walk. Harvey, among many others, had fallen and been lifted and strapped across saddled Jhorses and thus brought into camp. After a three days' rest, in which their half spent lives were restored by those arts of healing to Mexicans known so well, they were carried, handcuffed in pairs, into Saltillo and thence to Salado.

The hoary walla, of the old hacienda lboked down In sinister strength as tho thinned, ranks Hied In. Kl^ht Mexioans were outaido digging a trench. Nod exchanged a look with Harvey, hi« companion in irons, and' whispered, That means death." He was not wrong. At 9 o'clock of the same duly tho prisoners were ordered^ out and ranged In double line against one of tho walls.

The officer in command "then read the written decree of "Santa Anna, president of Mexico, a decree which pronounced for these men a fate so. ingenious in its torture to irilnd and body that it might have been conceived In the subtle bt^in of a Herod.

Every tenth man was to be killed, the decision be made by lottery. Into a jar were to be dropped 170 beans—158 white and 17 black.

Each man was to take out a bean. Those drawing tho black ones were to be shot before the sun went down the

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death, but retained as prisoners. On March 26 tho roll was called. As each hand was slowly lifted and poised for one single instant abovo the mouth of the jar life and death must have met and made salute.

The game was for souls, and the die was a Mexioan bean. Foster's name was called near the last, and ho carelessly droppod in his left hand with perchance a reminiscence of childish days when ho had done suoh things "for luok" and found he had picked up a white bean.

As he returned to his plaoe Harvey passed him, and Ned saw in tho white drawn face of his friend no sign of fear, but the mental anguish of Gethsemane.

What was it he had said last night in one of tho pauses of that long march? That perhaps even now a baby voice was waking faint echoes in his little home and that the anxiety he was bearing for another was sharper with pain than any physical torture he had experienced.

Ned looked at the smooth white oval of the vegetable seed in his hand and made a resolve.

When he looked up, Harvey was just raising his hand. Ned noticed how it trembled.

Whon the fingers were withdrawn, there was something black outlined against their bloodless tips.

The change in his face was as of death. With, a quick movement .toward his friend Foster made a sudden fi^ifast.ahd gesture afld—how it Was ddi^jwlcoe could ever explain—but after tfie idignt confusion and peremptory orders to fall In line Harvey was seen standing in his old place, staring with bewildered gaze at a white object in his open hand, and Ned, erect and calm, with brow of more than mortal bgnuty, awaiting the signal of death, if 4 t\|' -Jf

As soon as Harvey regained control of his confused faculties he made frantic, pitiable efforts to communicate with his friend, but was silenced at the point of a musket and compelled to throw himself face downward with, the r0st, while the 17 doomed men were led forth, bound together with cords, their eyes bandaged, and shot repeatedly until life was extinct. They asked the privilege of being shot from tho front, but were refused and made to sit upon a log near the wall with their backs to the executioners,

Six were taken out flrtft, Ibhen' sfa more, and then five. Darkness fell like a great funeral pall as the last shots were fired, and stars shed their holy candle rays upon the dead—the dishonored dead—lying in one great hetfp,. body piled atop of body.'

There live today those whoso eyes looked upon that scene, and although the sups of more than c$ summers have since swung abovo the fort, and rains. beaten upon It, and winds tanned its rugged sides, It stands today and will stand for all tho tomorrows, grim and changeless, in eternal penance, marking tho spot of a butchery so inhuman that it Is worthy to mate with tjlie murderous deeds 6f Nero.

It was not until months had passed— months spent in irons In the Castle Peroto, City of Mexico—that Harvey Armstrong was released and permitted to return homo to his wife and ohlld.

Anci what a-changed and saddened man it was who held that wife in his arms and looked down through tears upon the face of his firstborn!'

Scrvilo labor and hardships had whitened his locks and weakened his frame, and thoughts unspeakably sad had aged and furrowed his brow.

When he told Nellie about Ned, she hid her face upon his breast. Not even to her huRband must bo told the secret of that loyal heart, which woman's Intuition revealed to her so long ago.

Looking up through tears, she repeated in awestruck tones: ''Greater love hath no man than this, that a man may lay down his life for his friends," and softly laying tho child in its father's arms she slipped out of the room.

Tholr lfttle daughter had been born on tho evening of that fateful day, March 86, and it was a loving oonoett of the parents that the baby soul, ooming down from God, had met that other soul ascending and been baptised In ita Immortal beauty and radiance.—Million.

Concerning T«l«cnm.

A Detroit drummer was made the victim of a cruel error recently, Mid be oould soaroely be persuaded not to sue the telegraph company for irreparable, exemplary and punitive damages, bestdas going to the office with a dub. It seems that while he was away on a trip a boy, the only one among several girls, had oome to his house, and the glad tidings were wired him on the spot. In response this telegram was received: "Halleluiah. I am experiencing the greatest jag of my life."

The fact that he does "celebrate" occasionally was against him, and such an open oonfesslon as this was dreadful, and the entire family was almost thrown into hysterics. Two days later be came home and was pained by tho reception he received. Explanations were demanded, and he showed a copy of the original telegram, which read: "Hallelnlah. I am experiencing the greatest joy of my life."—Detroit Free Press.

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The lady lifted her veil./ "Olga pobrouloff!" cried the young man in a tono of consternation.

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have not altered so much'in six years that you fail to recognize mo, thon, Cecil Austen?" said she, a faint smile at his start of surprise and sudden pallor crossing her darkly beautiful face.

he apswored. "I wA& learning to forget it and hoped yotlThilcPfelso." "l| NeVer! -EyiJalVTove you ^hniir fth.<p></p>Oh, rhv fl&Tlinfl' '1

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL, SEPTEMBER 23,1894.

Better to live pr to writejabout life? Does not existence give pleasure more fins Than honor from books either witty or wise? Has glory more joy than glass of good wint? •Applause greater charm ,%han a pretty girl's eyes?. Alaa for a man when the hunker ror fame

Allures him from pleasure and robs him or easel ., Resigning sweet rest to put "works" to his. name,

Alas for the wretch with the.wrltlng dis-

4- —Robert N. Stephens 1n»New York Sou.

NIHILIST MANDATE.

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The crimson 'o.iiulo of the lamp oast a warm glow over the room In which a young man sat, smoking and thinking. It was early Ui(tho ovening, not longafter 7, and he was wondering whore to spend the hours till bodthhfe. A knock at the outer door of his chambers disturbed Jiis reverie. Being alone, he went hlmeolf'to answer tho summons. A lady* tall and thickly veiled, stood in the passage without. "Mr. Austen Grey?" "That is my name, madam."/ "May I speak with you in private?" Her aooent was foreign. "V7 "Certainly. Wnl you oome in?"

The lr-dy entered, Austen puzzling his brain as to who his visitor might bo. Sho declined tho seat offered to her and glapo* ed around the room. "Are wo quite alone?" she asked. "Quito."

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Austen! Ah,

but you are known more by your nom de theatre now, aro you not?" Austen forced hlmsolf to appear calm.

What is your business with me, madam?" ho inquired. "So austere! Your manner toward mo was so different six years ago in Russia. Well, well, my business? To give yon this."

She 1 anded him a letter, which he hesitated at first to opon. Breaking the seal at length, he cast his eyes over the communication which he drew from the envelope. 'One glanoe wos sufficient to oause. hi§ band to tremble so violently as to rustle- th6 paper it held. His pallor dpepene^for a moment. Then his faoe flushed, and a disdainfpi.Jqqk •Came into his eyes. $ "Take this baok to those who sent you *to me," he said, "and say I have apt held ?my 6elf subject to their orders sinoe I left ..Russia." w-Y'** "Remember your oath."

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"Such as it was, I took it in a moment of youthful—f might say boyish—enthusiasm over things I did not rightly understand. I saw my folly in time and abandoned the society into the membership of which I was beguiled by your father, who •fended on my infatuation for you." "Infatuation! You swore you could never love another woman and taught me to love you, Cecil.''

Her voice..softened her .faoe grew less

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iittg %fyur. iihy afirling," she" criefl, ciaepin'g her hands passionately and taking a step toward him, "hay? you really -i-truly—ceasM to l'ove-'m1$?M' "The topic is an.unpleasant'one,

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opel hate no*wish to -discuss. Jt: was not lov.ejl had for you. have discovered that/' .: cMJ ..U? ,"xou have discovered—ah!"^ -Her swift, flashing eyes fixed themSelvos on a photograph standing upon the inbritelpieces It was the picture of a young girl whose face was the embodiment of beauty, tenderness and trust,. "You have discovered it, have you? Did she help you to mako the discovery?"

That is the lady I, hope soon to make my wife." Tbo words were spoken coldly, haughtily. For a moment Olga Dobrouiofif's features burned with the fleroe fire of

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slonato hate. Her fingers gripped the

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ture tightly—gripped it as though tliey would crush it. Suddenly they relaxed_, and with a piteous moan slio sank upon her knees and bowed her head. "Oh, Cecil,'' she cried in bitter anguish, "then I must riot hope—I, who have carried your, imngo in my heart these long, long years? In what a fool's paradise I have lived! And yet It has been so sweet" "Undoubtedly. I will not commit mur dor." "Ivan Bronskl is a traitor—-a dog unfit to breathe God's pure air. It is not murder to take the life of such as he. He revealed a plot which would have struck a gigantic blow for Russian freedom and betrayed my father, who Is sentenoed to a living death In tho Siberian mines—ho and his fellow martyrs. By good fortune I succeeded In escaping arrest. It was known that Bronskl had fled to England. He had merited death, and the lot fell to you among our brothers In this country to wreak vengeance upon the traitor. I bogged to be allowed to carry the decision of the chiefs to you, but on my arrival in London none of our fraternity oould tell me where to find Cecil Austen. By chanoe I was present at the first performance of your play, recognized ybu when you were called before the curtain and followed you to this place. I have kept your identity a secret from our friends, because ntjr instinct told me it would be for your good. Your repudiation of me is not unexpected, Cecil. Your six years' silence oould only mean that you were tired of me. Nevertheless it was a shock to bear the truth from your lips. And you still refuse to be true to your oath as a nihilist?" "I am no longer a nihilist, however much I may sympathise with the nihilistic aim*?. To ask me to commit murder is revolting." "The chiefs punish with death those who do ae you are doing."

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"I have no fear of them." She said nothing for some minutes, but, looking steadily at htm,extended her hand. "I am afraid my coming has brought a cloud over your triumph and happiness. I am sorry, Cecil. Goodhy."

He pressed her hand. She, turning, moved toward the door. Austen followed. "Olgn," he said, a burning desire rising In his heart to speak kindly words to this woman whoso love he was bound to reject. She interrupted him. "Say nothing to me except a last goodby,"

Sobs burst from he* throat in a wild torrent. Austen stood with the paper she

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had given him stilt in his hand, looking, as he felt, terribly agitated Tbo memory of tboso fow months he had passed in Russia as an attache to tho British embassy returned to him. He remembered the embassador's ball, at which he first met Olga Dobrouloflf. Ho had fallen in love with the surpassingly beautiful girl at first sight—or at least he believed it was love at that time.

Introduced to her father—her only living relative—tho young Englishman eventually beoamo the recipient of Paul DobrpulotT's views oonoornlng his country, but it was not until Austen had strongly expressed his own opinion regarding the Rus»i$|3 system of government, with all its attendant evils, that Olga's father boldly avowed himself a nihilist. Austen applauded the alms of the society and was at length tndnoed to become one of the brotlieehood, taking the oath to aid them ra their seorut war against tyranny.

Shortly after this, the death of a near relative called hUp home, and he had been in Epglapd but A little time when the oonviotion grow upon him that his love for Olga, Whioh he had thought so all pervading, was dead. Ha wrote to her to this effect, put received »o reply. Perhaps his letter h£bd miscarried. Having no desire to return to Russia, fce bad resigned his post thole, arid, possessing a small competency, devoted himself to literature, with fair success. Indeetf only two days previous to Olga Dobrouloff's visit a play of his had been produced and well reoeived by the critics.

The sllenoe of the room was broken only by thoticklng of the clock and the sobs of the kaSfeling woman. The latter grew fainter after awhile, and Apston was thinking be might approach and offer some words of oomfort, when, with a quick movement, Olga rose to her feet. Her eyes were swollen with weeping, but the expression of her faoe was calm. "I accept my fate," she said, "and will not trouble you again. You refuse to execute .the orders of the nihilist chiefs?"

With head erect sho passed out on to the staircase and in a moment was gone from his sight Austen waited until her footsteps died away and then slowly, thoughtfully, returned to his room.

The first thing his eyes rested on was the order of tho nihilist chiefs that he, Cecil Austen, should tako the life of Ivan Bronskl, the traitor. It was lying on the floor, with tho photograph of Dora Penfield, the girl ho loved. With a shudder he oast the obnoxious paper in the fire, where it was quiokly consumed, and kissing the picture lovingly he replaced it on the mantelpiece. His mind was no longer exerolsed as to where he should spend the evening. The fire was out, the gray dawn just creeping in at the windows, when ho at last threw himself on the bed and fell into a troubled sleep.

Ifc was' high noon when he awoke. The first thing that arrested his attention was tho shouting of- newsboys in the street. "Mysterious njurder in 'Am'stid this mofnini" was the burden of their cry. As a dramatist his instinct for the sensational prompted him to send for a paper.

Turning to the column headed by the words forming the newsboys' cry, his eves rested upon a name that sent a sudden agonizing thrill to his very heart oenter. "At an early hour this morning," read the acoount, "P. C. Robson found the dead body of a man lying under the trees in Beech Walk, Hampstead. Great retioenoo is maintained by the local polloe regarding the affair, but our inquiries have elicited the fact that the deoeased was shot through the head, the course of the bullet being from baok to front. The weapon has not been discovered. $o one- in the neighborhood seems to have been disturbed during the night, but this may be aooountotI for by Beech Walk' being a somewhat lonely thoroughfare. The nearest house to "the scene of the murder is 60 yards distant. -From papers found on the body it is believed that "the murdered man is a Russian named Ivan Bronskl.* "A later report states that Bronskl has been identified by a woman as a man who lodged in her house during the last few months under the name of Peter Dumar"off. Our representative is prosecuting further inquiries, the result of which will be published in our speoial edition."

The rattat of the postman here resounded through the rc2ms, and a letter was brought in. Austen was oon«sious-of a faint reoollection of the writing on the envelope. Ho broke it open. Yes, It was from Olga Dobrouloff: \'DEAK ,CECIL, MY LOST LOVE—YOU wero wrong t5 think lightly of the power o? the nihilist chiefs to punish with death those of the:brethren who fail to stand by their oath! Had I taken back to them your refusal to oarry out their vengeance on a ti-aitor you would assuredly have been doomed. But I will save you. When you read this, Ivan Bronskl will be adoad man, and my hand will have slain him, this partly to avenge my father, but chiefly to protect you. I am sufficiently acquainted with Bronskl's movements to know that the opportunity I require will occur within a few hours of my concluding this letter. Escape for myself will bo easy, I trust. I shall return to Russia Arid report to the chiefs simply that their orders have been obeyed, and I advise you at once to communicate with them (I inclose address), asking for release from your oath. My task acoonipHshod, I need say no more than that lifer will be to me a burden unbearable, and I shall not hesitate to freo myself from the torture of regret that is burning my poor heart away. Goodby, Cecil. May you be -happier in your love than OLGA DOBBOTTI/JFP.

Little more of Importance was ever published regarding the Hampstead affair. An open verdict was returned at the inquest, and the mystery of Bronskl's death was never elucidated.—London Tit^Blts.

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A fencing outfit for women is rather elaborate and a trifle expensive. There are the foils, $4 the mask, $2.50 the buff doeskin gloves, t3 the black suede shoes, $5, and any price one cares to expend for the dress itself, which may be of flannel, cloth or silk. Armed cap-a-pie, the modern girl is ready to parry, thrust* feint, dodge, take raps and give them, drive her foe to cover or gracefully succumb to her own defeat, until with a fierce stamp of the foot and a salute with the foil the engagement is over. This is immensely good discipline for w«men to learn to take defeat good humoredly and to engage in any sort of contest without carrying either a grudge or too evident sense of triumph away. To lock arms with an adversary after a defeat in argument and to walk away together in friendliness is training for which fencing lessons or any other bouts of skill are of great usefulness. —Philadelphia Ledger.

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'A Women Bill Fosters.

Women are occupying positions in nearly every trade and profession, but I never heard of a female bill poster until the other day. She w»s seeif at Aston a few evenings ago, armed with the well known brush and receptacle for paste, affixing bills to every suitable spot she could find. A public officer who saw her affirms that she did her work in a manner which would have put many an old bill sticker to the blush.—Birmingham (England) Mail.

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