Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 25, Number 49, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 1 June 1895 — Page 3

THE FAIRY FIDDLER.

*¥la ff» fiddling, fiddling

By vroedy ways forlorn. I roako the blackbird"* miurie Ere in fet* breast *tU born, Tbo sloping larks I waken

Twist th« midnight and the JJo nuw alive has wma me, But women hear me pl»J\ «, Boanetiiuoe at door or window.

Fiddling the took swax, The child's soul and the colleen1* $ Out of the covering clay, ftll —Nora Hopper,

AN UNSIGNED WILL.

The doctor opened the creaking wooden gate. It was half past 9 on a clear frosty winter night, and ho was five miles from home, and oold and hungry, "How is she?" he said to the gaunt, grim old woman who opened the door. "I dont know. Better see yourself, I'm no doctor,'' was the rough reply.

The room waa low and mean, but the woman who lay on the bed struggling with death had a coquettish air that olashed with her age. Perhaps it came from the real lace on her nightcap, perhaps from the Valenciennes that encircled her shriveled brown throat, or maybe tho golden fringe, which, too young for the shrunken face* gave it to her. "Amaryllis," said the surly woman, "here's the doctor."

The bumble country practitioner stepped forward, and even in the dim lamplight could be seen the flannel cuffs, hiatus of gray stocking between old trousers and clumsy boots, frayed linen twofold collar, silver watch chain and greasy, ready made tie that betrayed the small local practice. "Amaryllis, wake up, wake up. Doctor's here. God knows you've called enough for him."

The woman on the bed, whose name seemed a jest, opened her heavy, vague eyes, coughed faintly and groaned. "Is it Dr. Watson, Janet?" she asked. "Of course! There's none other for miles," was the testy reply.

Dr. Watson went through the orthodox farce of feeling pulse and taking temperature, but saw at a glance that she was at the last whirl in her dance of death. "Has she made her will?" he asked softly.

However, Amaryllis caught the words, and in a cracked scream of excitement said: "That's it That's it, doctor. I want to make a wilL I can't die easy. Janet, get him pen and ink." "It's nonsense, doctor," said Janet "Let her die in peace. She need make no will—she's no kith nor kin but me, her sister." "Put the pillow under my head, both pillows," called the patient "I'mchoking! Yes, that's it Now, doctor, for God's mercy do what I ask—Janet will let me—or I can't die easy."

Janet's face grew black with anger. "She's not fit to make a will, and I'm all she has in the world," said she. "Listen, listen, doctor! I'm in my mind I can't die easy. It's short enough—£3,000 and the cottage to Janet, the rest to Charles Harford, now on the training ship, the Monarch."

The doctor took out a stylographic pen and picked up from the fender an old letter, on only one Side of which there was writing. "Stop, stop!" said Janet "She's mad. There's no such person. Ask her who he is." "God forgive me," groaned Amaryllis. "I'll die happier if some one knows. I've been a wicked woman."

The doctor sprinkled some eau de cologne on her head from a curious old silver bottle that stood on a chair by the bedside and gave her something to drink out of a medicine bottle. Then with desperate energy the old woman told her story, ck. pito the efforts of death to check her speech. "Father and mother were cruel, good people, and I waa a blithe young woman that hated church and psalms and dull Sunday books, so when he came, Frank Harford, the handsome sailor, he had my heart for the asking. They would none of his addresses, for he wasn't a God fearing man, they said, so off we went with no blessing from parson, but a curse from father. It lasted for ten years well enough. I had a little house not in cold Norfolk, but hero in this village, and he passed as my brother when on land, for he was most while at sea. However, the time came. I was older than he by some years and fretted for his absence—yes, and drank a bit— so he grew tired, but didn't break with me, was afraid to, I think—God knows why. Then her face caught him— Mary's, the coast guardsman's daughter. He kept it from me, but tho village gossiped. Ho meant to marry her and cast me off. How I hated her, poor thing! I knew him well enough, handsome devil! He'd have married her because he thought no other way would do, and I vowed he should* not marry her nor any but me, and me he wouldn't I asked her to the house, and he courted her before my face and thought me a blind fooL "One night, his birthday, I had her to supper ami got down from Loudon gome champagne. She was to stay the night, home was so far off and the weather rough. The little fool, the little ignoraut fool, believed that the champagne—never before seen in our village—was only fine cider and drank her share, and be was boisterous at the jest Then I went out on a pretext, saying I'd be back in an hour. The next day she ran away with him. Confound her! I never saw him again."

At this point Amaryllis seemed to break down, but after dozing for a few minutes she continued in a faint voice: "Ho left Lear soon enough and went to sea, leaving her and the baby to shift as they might Me he dropped after that night We'd a fearful quarrel, far he guessed that I'd schemed it all Five years later he wrote, said he had 'found God' and married a rich woman and wanted to make amends. He'd always kept me well enough, for his father left him £3,000 and this cottage—he'd set

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after them. I did sure enough, for I still hated her. I found she was in London, I sent her just enough to keep her going, for I wanted her to live the camel life, wfeioh, I expected, she had oome.to lead. Year by year he sent me money, till last year, when a letter came to say hei waa dead. I kept nearly all of the money, and when, two years «go, she died, I sent more, but! had the child watched, and hea 'Charles Harford' on the Monarch. And, doctor, since I've been ill and aeen the parson I feel I oau't die without doing right, «o make tho will, for love o' God!"

The doctor began to write. "Stop," said Janet, who during the tale had walked up and down like a wild beast "It'a she's delirious."

The dying woman heard her words. "In the box under the bed you'll ftt^d all Frank's letters. They'll prove the story."

In a few minutes Dr. Watson had finished the short will and read it to Amaryllis. Janet sat grimly on the black horsehair sofa and did not offer to raise her sister to sign. "Come, Miss Webster," he said impa on us os

She did not move, "What about witnesses?" she asked. "I'll be one." he answered, "you"— "Not me," she replied hastily, "that would make my legacy bad—I know that Father waa a lawyer."

The dootor knew this was true and was at once vexed and perplexed. "To ease her"—he said. "It's no use," she broke in, "111 not Will she last three parts of an hour? I can get to Mr. Trelois, our nearest neighbor, in the time, and bring him."

Dr. Watson looked at his patient "Yes, perhaps an hour, but be quick." Janet put on an old black hat that looked like a bonnet flattened for country wear and a rough shawl of sham Shetland fleece, opened the door, letting in more of the cold air than was necessary, and went out, slamming it heavily.

The doctor sat down by the bedside, then recollected he was hungry, and as Amaryllis did not answer his request rummaged in an unlocked cupboard and found some bread and cheese, which he ate ravenously, moistening it with some brandy that he found in a bottle by the bedside, despite his strict orders against alcohol in any form. He made up the fire and sat in front of it, longing to smoke, till its genial warmth crept gently through him and sleep overcame the poor man, who had walked five and twenty miles that day on his ill paid rounds. The noise of the opening of the door awoke him, and, conscience stricken, he hastened to the bed. Amaryllis was still alive, but on the very limits of the borderland. There was still time. He turn ed to Janet

There's just life,'' he said. Bring him in quickly." "He's not with me," she replied stolidly. "He was out."

Dr. Watson looked at his watch. "It's two hours since you started, What"—

Janet gave a dreary smile. "They cxpected him every minute. I wai ted. He was too drunk when he came in."

A bright idea came into the doctor's mind. "Sign as witness," he said-- "If the legacy is bad, it does not matter. You'll get it just the same as next of kin." "Do you think I didn't know that?" replied Janet, with a hoarse laugh. "Then you've never been to Mr. Trelois?" shouted the doctor. "You"— "I'm not such a fool," she answered grimly. "But, oh, it was cold in the garden!"

As she spoke she came close to the fire, which glowed impartially on her rugged, dingy face. "D said the doctor passionately. "I'll go myself. It may not be too late."

He started up, and his chair fell Amaryllis opened her empty eyes, then a look of intelligence camo into her ashen face. The doctor had nearly reached the door, when in a tone half whisper, half shriek, she called out: "Doctor, don't leave me before it's made!"

He turned, saw her sitting up, but as he moved toward her she fell back, and the nightcap came off, showing the scanty gray hair to which the golden fringo was fastened. "Too late,"said the doctor, feeliig for the beating of the heart "Too late you"— "I'm an honest woman," answered Janet, "and I've no sympathy with other people's by blows."—Exchange.

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what a saving I have made during the last year by being my own dootor. Last year I had paid out $96 25 for doctors and their medicine this year I paid $00 for six bottles of Sulphur Bitters, and they have kept health in my whole family. They are the best and purest medicine ever made.—CHARLES KINO, 60 Temple street, Boston, Mass.

Famotm Htinting Clab to Go. There is no older bunting establishment in the world than that of the Goodwood Hounds, which is now about to be broken up by the Duke of Richmond on account of its expense. The hunt has been in Existence since die sixteenth century, and the final disappearance of the time honored colors—orange coot with scarlet collars and cuffs—will be a source of regret to sportsmen in every part of the globe.-—New York Tribuna

Needs Lot* of Practfoe.

Boston girls are running races far exercise, we are told It takes practice to enable one to run without losing her eyeglasses.—Chicago Post

A Flacky Pa*tor.

A plucky pastor was he of Skowhegan ho preached last Sunday on the text, 'Wives, submit yourselves to your husbands."

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STORIES OF THE DAY. The Special Correspondent Waa Wo* la FoaUlan to Oflter Inducement*.

Sooii after the. outbreak of the Cuban insurrection an American newspaper determined, did some others, to send special correspondent, to the seat of war* The journal in question had been getting *ome live reports from its regular correspondent at a point in Florida, and the special correspondent was ordered to stop at this point and take the Floridiah to Cuba with him. In a dny or two the telegraph editor rooeived the following message from the special

Onr correspondent here seems very much disinclined to go to Cuba with we. The editor was determined not to have his plans balked and sent this

Our Florida correspondent mnat obey orders and go to Cuba with you. Offer any reasonable inducements.

Not long afterward the following reply, which disturbed the equilibrium of the office for a week, waa received

Our correspondent here refuses point blank to go to Cuba with me except upon one condition, and that is that I marry her, I have one wife already, and I am afraid the war will he over before I can get a divorce. Answer quick. "How in hades was I to know it was a woman?" was the telegraph editor's only defense.—New York Sun.

-JSiiP Wanted a Chance. He was sad and gloomy. His handB were pushed down into his trousers pockets, and his face was as long as a plumber's bill "I suppose they've got us on the run," he said to the bookmaker he met on the street "Who have?" asked the bookmaker. "The Civic federation,-' answered the gloomy man. "Not in a thousand years," returned the bookmaker. "But if we can't do business at the a "Weoan doit somewhere else," interrupted the bookmaker. "Where?" W" "Anywhere. In any old shed out on the prairie, any place that we want to piok out that's near the line of a railroad that'll bring the sports to us." "But we'll have no races to sell pools

Novel Boat Trip.

From Chicago to Cuba, by way of the Illinois canal, the Mississippi river and the gulf coast, is a trip which will be begun soon by John G. Kreer, T. W. Hoyt and F. C. Gere. If they reach Cuba safely, the trip will be extended through the West Indian archipelago to the Orinoco river. The party will proceed up the Orinoco in canoes and then march across country to the Amazon. The craft, which is yet unnamed, lies in Chicago harbor. It is 80 feet over all and 7 feet 4 inches beam, with a cabin 10 by 7 feet, with three berths. The boat is schooner rigged and has a small deck forward. It will fly the colors of the Lincoln Park Boat olub. A small stock of ship's supplies .will be carried, besides guns, cameras and scientific apparatus. "Our trip is for health, pleasure and investigation," said Mr. Kreer the other day. "We purpose to go among the people of the, tropics and learn their habits and customs by living like them.'' —Philadelphia Press.

Fish Story Indeed.

Henry Creswell lias the reputation of being a good fisherman. He has long held the record at Hudsonville, MidR., but lifted his record* out of sight Sunday. He bad caught many fish and was leisurely dragging his liiie along when he felt a sudden jerk and wound up the reeL He did not find a fish on the end of the line, but instead a purse of woven silver wire, exquisite in workmanship. On opening the purse he found a diamond 'solitaire ring, the stone being nearly two carats and pure white, a pair of diamond eardrops, containing large gems of considerable value, and a dozen Spanish goldpieoea There waa no engraving or writing on the pursa—New York Recorder.

She Was Born In 178S.

Mrs. Adam Carl of Richmondville, Mich., waa born in 1785 and has kept close track of all the events that have happened during her long life. Her dark brown hair is as glossy and smooth as it was a half century ago, and her faculties are unimpaired. She lives in a neat cottage with her husband and does all the household work for the pair. Not only this, but every Sunday she walks a mile and a half to church and is in remarkably good health. Her present husband is her third matrimonial venture, and she rejoices in the fact that she is a great-great-grandmother. There can be no doubt of her age, as she has documentary evidence to prove it—Chicago Record.

Released With a ProTtao.

A Brooklyn woman convicted of cutting her brutal husband's throat, though sot fatally, was allowed her freedom under a suspended sentence, with an injunction from the judge that she must sot let it occur again. —Philadelphia Ledger.

Sunday at 8 p. m. in hall over the old Prairie City bank.* Entrance by Commercial stairwav. All are weloome.

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fufftred aa I do! There isn't a well inch In rny whole body! I honestly think my lungs are diseased, my pains jne so but I've no pough, I'm so weak at my •toinaoh. and have indigestion horribly. Then I have palpltar tion, and my heart hurts me, How

I am losing flesh! and this headache nearly kills me and the backache

Heavens! I had hysterics yesterday

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weight in the lower part of my bowels, bearing down all the time and there are pains in ray groins and thighs. I can't sleep, walk, or sit, I'm diseased all over. Thedoctof? Oh! he tells me to keep quiet. Such mockery!

Inflammatory and ulcerative condiMons at the neck of the womb can produce all the above symptoms in the same person. In fact, there is hardly apart of the body that can escape »hose sympathetic pains and aches.

No woman should allow herself to reach such a perfection of misery when there is positively no need of it

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"Who wants any? No one cares for the races anyway. It's the betting every one's after." "But what can they bet on? Weoan't make books on nothing. We've got to have something with some degree of uncertainty to it on whioh to hang a bet" "Of course we have, but there are lots of things better than a horse race for that A horse race oan be fixed. Now, if we put up a stand somewhere and sell pools on the weather the players would know they were getting an even thing." ,• "Tooblamed even dround here said the gloomy man doubtfully. "We'd see a cyclone headed this way and baok it for a favorite, and before it got into the stretch it would be kissed off by the lake, and a hot wave that we'd made a 100 to 1 shot would come under the wire and bust us. I want something that a fellow can figure on a little bit" —Chicago Times-Herald.

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Mrs. E. Bishop, 787 Halsey Street, Brooklyn, N,Y., suffered all the above described horrors. Now she is well. Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compouiul cured her. Write her about it.

JUST WHAT WE WANT

AN ELECTRICIAN CLAIMS TO PRODUCE LIGHT WITHOUT HEAT.^{

He expects one of these days to sell sticks of light about tho size of a stick of candy that will burn for 48 hours. They will be a sort of storage battery, and a man can carry them around in his waistcoat pocket At night Jail that is necessary to be done is to press a little button, and you have a bright light

His laboratory is in Harrison, N. J., and recently a party of electrical experts examined his new apparatus for producing light without heat Tho machinery employed by him is said to be very simple, and the present commercial current of 110 volts will be enough for nearly 100 lamps.

Under the present incandescent lamp lighting the heat amounts to 99 per cent of the energy. Under Mr. Moore's system nearly all this is saved, so that the cost of his lamps is reduced very much. When the current is turned on and the lamps become phosphorescent, the bulbs are as cold as if they had been in an ioebox.

The whole surface of the lamp la illuminated and not merely the filament or hairpin, as in the present incandescent lamp. The effect of the new light is said to be something exceedingly brilliant He proposes to use tubes in big halls and churches.

He is a graduate of Lehigh university and is the youngest active member erf the American Institute of Electrical Engineers.i He has lectured before the Brooklyn institute and Columbia college and not long ago put the electrical steering gear on the United States man-of-war Miautouomoh.—New York Herald

Women Elect Officers.

Mra. Sarah A. Thurston was chosen president of the Woman's Republican association of Kansas at its recent annual meeting in Topeka. Mrs. Lewis Hanback of Argentine was chosen vice president Mrs. Edward Gaylord, Topeka, secretary Mrs. Best of Rosedale, treasurer. Mrs. Inez M. Stine, state organiser for the last year, wag unanimously re-elected.

'-""''Now Comes the Sleeve Krteader. rf

The sleeve extender is the latest invention to be used instead of stiffening each separate pair of sleeves with the Various linings sold for the purpoae. The "extenders" resemble small bustles and •re sold at a little less than 1 a pais.

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Discovery That Will Revolutionize Illumination—Will Be Sold by the Stick—Take One Out of Your Pocket, Press the Button, and There You Are.

A young New Jersey electrician, D. MoFarlan Moore, claims to have discovered the secret of the firefly. In other words, he insists that he can make light without heat, in accordance with anew principle in molecular vibration.

He proposes to emulate the glowworm, pad instead of having the present redhot hair pin filament in the ordinary incandescent light. he will make the whole surface of the glass glow with a brilliant illumination.

Mr. Moore's experiments have been directed along the lines of a new principle in electricity, which he claims to have discovered. He maintains that theoretically,there is no more reason why we cannot have light without heat than there is why we cannot strike a chord on the piano without striking all the chords in order to have music. He claims to be able.to separate the several divisions of ienergy and employ only the illuminating elements. He employs the ordinary current of 110 volts, and from this he gets a ligjit that compares very favorably with sunshine, so far as obtaining a good negative is concerned. Indieed he asserts that a one volt current is enough to accomplish illumination.

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He would not accept a negative answer, and the minister took the Bible, and in the presence of the relatives read a chapter and prayed. The service was frequently "broken by the exclamations of contentment which were uttered by the sick man. Having suffered so long, he seemed'glad to give up trying to bear his pain longer. There was a smile of supreme peace on his face when the prayer of the minister ended. It was one of the most impressive services ever conducted, and Mr. McKinnon said he was ready to die when it was over.

He lived for five days after the service, dyfng peacefully Wednesday morning.—Nebraska State Journal

Openly Admired by Governor McKinley.

Governor McKinley has a very pretty custom of doffing his hat to his wife before beginning his day's work at the capitol, which has elicited many a compliment from men and women who have observed the daily incident Governor and Mrs. McKinley occupy a suit of rooms in the Neil House, which stands opposite the capitoL In the moyning, when the governor crosses the* street, he walks 40 or 60 feet to the left of the main walk in the capitol grounds, and courteously lifting his hat bows reverently to Mrs. McKinley, after which he proceeds slowly to his office. After lunch the same thing is repeated, and this custom has been observed during the entire time Governor McKinley has been in the statohouse.—Cleveland Leader.

Plot For a Comic Opera.

Here is a plot for Gilbert and Sullivan. On EL M. S. RingarOon, on the Australian station, the captain recently reprimanded the surgeon for some slight breach of duty, whereupon the latter put the captain on the sick list The captain then ordered the surgeon under arrest He thten reported that the captain was suffering from mental disease and was incapable of commanding the ship, but the captain had him court martialed and dismissed.—-New York Sun.

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Professor McKlnnon Sent For a Minister and Listened to His Own Funeral Service.

On Saturday preceding his death Professor Georgo McKinnon sent for the Rev. C. M. Shepherd. As the minister entered the house he saw that Mr. McKinnon was very low, but desiring to cheer him up he spoke in a hearty way. They talked together for some tima Finally Professor McKinnon said, "I have sent for you to hold my funeral services.''

The minister was somewhat shaken by the words, but he said, "Why, you are not going to die, my friend." "Yes, I am, and I prefer listening to the reading of the word before my death and to the prayers, as I think they will do me more good," was the response.

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CONTRACTORS AND PROPERTY OWNERS. Notice is hereby given, that on the 16th day of April, 1895, the common council of the*city of Terre Haute «."r»ed a resolution declaring an existing *vs«ity for the improvement of Twenty-first streets from soutli curb of Liberty avenue to the north curb of Wabash avenue by grading and paving the same the full width thereof the sidewalks to be ten feet wide and paved with cinder and gravel screenings next to the property line the width of 6 feet and curbed with bard limestone curbing, the roadway to be 30 feet wide and paved with screened gravel. The said improvement to be made in all re-

the plans and speclncations on ie in tne omce of tne city clerk the cost to bi- assessed to the abuttlngproperty owners and becomedue and collectible immediately on approval of the final estimate, unless the pi operty owner shall have previously agieed in writing, to be filed with said plans, to waive all irregularity and illegality of the proceedings and pay his assessments when due.

Sealed proposals will be received for the construction of such improvement at the office of the city clerk, on the 18th day of June, 1805, until five (5) o'clbck p. m. and not thereafter. Each proposal must be accompanicd by a bond with good freehold sureties or equivalent security, in the sum of two hundred dollars, liquidated damages, conditioned that the bidder shall duly enter into contract and give bond within five days after the acceptance of his bid, fort he performance of the work. Thp city reserves the right to reject any and all bids.

Any property owner objecting to the necessity of such improvement may file such objections in writing, at the office of the city clerk on the 17th day of June, 1895, and be heard with reference thereto at the next regular meeting of the common council thereafter.

CHA8. H. GOODWIN, City Clerk.

NOTICE TO TMPAYERS! Saturday, June 1st, is the last day for the payment of the April installment of city taxes without penalty. Please give this immediate attention and avoid penalty and costs.

CHARLES BALCH,

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