Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 25, Number 50, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 8 June 1895 — Page 3

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LOVELY WOMAN.

Of the new fashioned woman there's modi being said, 'S Of her wanting to vote and a* that.

And of her deeire to wear man's attire. Bis coat and his vest and a' that. And a' that and a* that. 8ho may wear trousers and a' that She may even ride a horse astride, Bat a woman's a woman for a' that,

®8ee yonder damsel passing toyt|gp% 8be's np to date and a'that. "*#?-'-&•''

She wears a man's hat, likewise bis cravat, His shirt and collar and a' that, .j-r. And a'that and a'that, His suspenders and cuffs and a' that, But do what sho can to Irniteto man A woman's a womaa for jk' that.

The modern maid, her form arrayed In sweater and bloomer and a' that, 'Bides a bike exactly like What brother rides and a' that. She may wear bloomers for skirts and a* that. Wear men's collars and shirts and a' that, Hay wear vesta if she will, but the fact remains still A woman's a woman for a' that. —William West in Clovoland Plain Dealer.

HER SECRET.

Hushed in an awfnl quiet "was the big boose, for its mistress lay sick unto death. No longer was it the abode of laughter, for tears had taken its place, and real sorrow had usurped seeming joy. Carriages still drove up, but it was over the straw covered road they came, and their occupants only tarried for inquiry.

The mistress of the "house lay sick unto death, she who was so beautiful and BO glad. Strange that she should be summoned when there were others, sorrow marked and stricken in years, who waited for the call and prayed it might come quickly, yet waited and prayed in vain. There were others, too, not old nor gray before their time, who might have slipped away into the unknown almost unnoticed, while this woman had so many ties to«bind her to earth—her husband, her child, her relations, her legion of friends.

It was hard she should be called away go early from the rich banquet that lay spread before her.

Yet the angel of death was expected. His emissaries had arrived and told of his approach, which may not be staid— nay, nor even long delayed.

The doctor, who knew too well the signs of these fateful envoys, shook his head gravely in reply to the anxious queries of those who loved her best—her sisters, her mother, her husband—but he gave no gleam of hope, for she lay in a deadly lethargy from which it had been impossible to rouse her. In vain her mother spoke to her as she had done in days long gone by, when she was yet a child. In vain her husbayd stood by her side and took her hand and called her by every endearment flhe knew so welL In vain her child clrtrched her breast and cried for her mother to look at her and talk to her again.

Surely if it wertrpossible tobring her back from the edge of the grave these dear ones could do it. But there she lay, stonily impassive, with her great eyes staring into space, cold and unheeding afr the sphinx. £he gave no sign of life, and the hours fraught with hope sped slowly on, and each one registered a step nearer the grave.

One by one they withdrew from the chamber of death, the husband being the last to obey the doctor's orders, and now none was left in the room but the physician and the nurse—her old servant, the one upon whose knee she had clixubed 20 years and more ago.

How slowly the hours passed for the watchers, and yet surely they passed too quickly—just so many hundred more vibrations of the pendulum, just a few strikings of the hour, and all would be over for her so richly endowed with all" that should make life worth living.

Tbo doctor never left her side. He sat there with his keei), observant eye fixed ufon her, ready to note any change, but there she lay impassive, and the watcher could scarcely see that she breathed.

Her beauty seemed even more perfect now than he had thought it. Absolutely faultless was the chiseling of those clear cut features. Her dark hair waved loosely around her Grecian brow and trailed across her shoulders, a fit setting for tho marvelous whiteness of her face. The great violet eyes—her ohief glory—were wide open, staring with terrible fixity into nothingness, or was it into the something beyond? Her lips had lost their vivid color, but thiswas scarcely a fault her hands were outside tho coverlet, white marble faintly marked with blue, her wedding ring tho one discordant note.

For long there had been no sound in tho room save tho crackling of the fire and tho faint ticking of the clock.

Suddenly the doctor bent eagerly forward. Her lips moved. With eagerness he listened. "Linley," she scarcely more than whispered. Then all was silence again.

The nurse rose hurriedly from her chair by the fire. She had only heard a sound.

The doctor raised his hand, and she resumed her seat Long, long he waited, hoping for another sound of returning consciousness, but none came.

At last he came over to the nurse. "Did you hear her?" "What did she say, sir?" "One word only—'Linley.' The nurse suppressed an involuntary exclamation. "What did it mean, nurse?"

But the woman only shook her head. "Strange," .muttered the doctor, as with knitted eyebrows he reflected and strove to catch some olew. Then be returned to the bedside*. There she lay aa impassive as before.

"Linley! Linley!" be kept repeating. "What did she mean?" Tho nurse made no reply, but sat looking into the fire. "Nurse, tell me," he said at length, "have you an idea what the mistress meant by that ward?"

But the nurse did not cur would not hear. "Look here, nurse," continued he, "I

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must have an answer. You are keeping something back. Your mistress'life may hang upon you. Tell me, do you know to whom or to what she alluded?" "Ida" "Then in heaven's name, tell me. She must be roused from her lethargy if she is to live. What did she mean?" "Doctor, I oannot tell you. "But you must. I insist upon it. Is that life of no consequence to you? Can you eco her dio and keep back what might save her life?" "Yea" "Then you are committing murder."

The nurse's eyes were fixed on the fire. She seemed to be seeking guidanoe from the flames. At last her oourage failed her, and in distress she cried: "Oh, heaven! What shall I do? I dare not"

The dtxstor moved up to her. "Nurse," said he, "one thing you must da You must, tell me what you know. If you do not, your life will be made hideous and unbearable by the memory of tonight Cannot you trust me? You know she looks upon me as a friend. The secret, if secret there be, is as safe with me as with you. You must tell nje. What did she mean by Linley? Is it a man's name?" "Yes."

The dootor glanoed involuntarily at the bed. No, she could not hear he need not have lowered his voice. "Her lover?" "Yes."

The clock struck, and the woman on the bed was one step nearer the unknown. "Is this an old affair? I mean is it in the past?" "Na"

The dootor sighed. He had brought the woman into the world, and he loved her as his own child. "What are we to do, sir?" "What indeed, nurse?"

He rose and paced the room in his perplexity. Linley I Who was he? Pshaw! what did it matter? The woman would most surely die unless she could be roused from her lethargy—this Linley might do it, for he was in her mind. He must be sent for if her life was to be saved. Her life! What would it be worth after that? Better death than dishonor. Let her go down to the grave leaving aAgtotless name, let her mother sorr^r for her, let her child treasure the memory of a good mother, let her husband mourn the loss of his faithful wife. Aye, let her die. Yet dare he take this response bility upon himself? He could save her. Of this he was confident. What had he to d# with others? Saving life was his business. She must be saved. This Linley, whoever he was, must be sent for, and at once. ^1 Cs* "Nurse, we must send for him."

But the nurse only shook her head. "Or she will dia" ,, "Better so, sir." "m And the doctor wavered. "Better so aye, better so indeed. The price is too great to pay, even for life, a life of agony and dishonor. To beheld in Bcorn by tliosq who admired her before. To bo scoffed at by those whose attentions she had not deigned to accept. To lose her mother, husband and ohild at one blow, and gain—What? No, a thousand times, no. Let her die."

The doctor wiped great drops of agony from his brow ag he signed her de%th warrant. "You are Tight, nurse. It is best she should die."

He threw himself into a chair, and the nurse took his place at the bedside. "Doctor," she called out at length.

Hq stood beside her and noted the change. "Call them, nurse. She-will not live the hour out"

Again they stood by the side of the woman, speechless with grief. How beautiful she looked! How utterly lovely! Cb, the pity of it she must die, so young and so loved! Oh, the irony that love which should have chained her to life hail been her doom.

The clock struck once again. The visitor was come, and the woman breathed her last in her husband's arms. .V-,' ,3"Linley! Linley!" muttered tho dootor on his way homo. "I wonder who he is. I should liko to let him know his villainy is known, to thrash the life out of the scoundrel, to break every bone in his body. Linley, Linley have to tell mo who he is.

Nurse

But the nurse kept her secret and d| not tell him. For it was the doctor's owh &S Good Comiany.

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It has recently transpired toat Mils Emma Brooke, an English voman, (a the author of "The Superflrons W*$" an." She was reared in an old Englih village. After leaving Cambridge me became well known as tho editor of tie Anarchist paper, Freedom. As early as the winter of 1888-8, in conversation

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FOR LITTLE FOLKS.

BURMESE GIRLS AND BOYa

They Llff In Land or Snnabtae and Are Merry All Day Look. You can find Burma very easily by oonsulting your school geography if you don't know exactly where it is located. Finding the map of India, you will uotioe that this strange, interesting conntry is bordered ou one side by the Chinese lands and on tho other by the country of the Hindooa The thing that will most interest young readers is the fact that the Burmese children ar% among the happiest youngsters of earth.

They live in a gorgeous country, and their mothers are held in great respect, which is not always the case with the various races of old India. Some of the little Burmese girla are very pretty and very graceful. They are fond of many trinkets, and though shy in their manner they easily become acquainted with strangers when the latter are lavish enough in their gifts of pretty things.

All Burmese boys are educated in the Buddhist monasteries, but it has not hitherto been thought necessary to teach the girls more than to read and write. To be pretty, to be religious, to be &nua-

BURMESE BOT AND GIRL.

ble an gay hearted and to have a good businc j'instinct is all that is demanded of a girl in Burma. Presently, when she co:.:es to learn the advantages! \ybich education confers in dealing with tnG foreigner, 'she will doubtless demand it as her right To be pretty and to oharm is her aim, and few things human are more charming than a group of Burmese girls going up to the pagoda to worship at a festival. With her rainbow tinted silk tamein fastened tightly round her slender figure, her spotlessly clean short jacket modestly coyering the bosom and with»her abundant black tresses smoothly coiled on to the top of her head, in the braids of which sweet smelling flowers are stuck, the Burmese girl knows full well she is an object to be admired. Perfectly well pleased with herself and contented with her world as it is, she gayly Itmgho and nhafeLwith he^_companions. -,

Ah, yes, Burma is a happy land, and its people are all gay and honBst and sober, and the sunlight, is warm and strong in their land, even as their bodies are strong and their hearts warm.— New York Recorder.

The Slate's Complain*.

-|The schoolroom was very quiet, for ail the children had gone home. The sun had set some time before, and thore was only a faint light in the room. A reading book and a elite lay on Harry's desk. He had forgotte* to put them away.

All at once/the reading book said: "Well, slate, i/I couldn't spell any bet-, ter than

you

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with her, widthrongh wild I picked some frantic flowers, tact with Professor Karl Pfcarjon, Mma

can, I would try hard to

learn. Now^ou never saw a misspelled word on mtpages, but I see three words spelled wong on you." "I can® help it, reader," said the poor slat/ "It is no fault of mine. You see, thapareless little Harry, does make me spot so that I really feel ashamed of mysel/ A little while ago Mary White had ijot and she only made me spell one wor^wrong all the time she kept ma Ant^hen you ought to see the answers Hafy makes mo give to the examples he b^t(fdo in arithmetic! Oh, dear! I do the teMlNlr would give me back to

WhiM^-Woman's Journal.

lanket Street,

Dh, oomo with me, baby, to Blanket street,

torootis place, doar, for tired feet. Up Stairway hill, across Landing Ridge. Past liair lister lane and then "Kissing bridge,' Where somebody always you're srarfi to meet,

Over the bridges and at last we are there, Right in the middle of Little Crib square. The street is a» white a» the driven snow. But warm like the blossom time snow, yoo know— Warm to toes that are soft and pink and bare.

Aad, speaking of toes, 'tis in Blanket rftreet That the five little pigs so often meet, And the littlest always goes squeak, squeak, squeak, iough the weather Is never cold and bleak— 'tis always summer in Blanket street.

the yellow bird talks as well as sings, ad the bumblebee hums, but never stings, ad the love lamps burn like stars all night h, come, and be sure to listen right, tor the Blanket street birds sa? wonderful things. —May D. Hatch in Once a Week.

Funny Definitions.

In a recent examination some boys svere asked to define certain words and give a sentence illustrating the mean-

tog. Here are a few: Frantic means

Afchletio vinegar wa8

Tandem

oonoermngsociahsm. Tlieae f^^er the boys sit tandem at schooL embodied in her .T^TAnd then some single words are funnily -published in June, 1888. But in 188/ ItZZlZ. only did she really begin her career as socialist Mrs. Wilson had the hapj idea of gathering together a circle students for the purpose of seri studying social questions and especial the theories at socialism, which had feady been propounded. By the autui of that year she had founded the which was afterward named the stead Historic club, and Miss Brooke, made secretary of it— Sketch.

one behind an*

explained. Dust is mud with the wet squeezed out fins are fishes* wings stars are the moon's eggs circumference is distance around the middle of the outside.—Education Gazette.

Doubtfal.

"I have kinder had my doubts," said Mr. Jason as he removed his Sunday best suit after his visit to the city. "I kinder hare my doubts whether Brotber Bill's soKk tuk me around and showed me the town, or whether he showed the town me.''—Indianapolis Journal.

PTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL, JUNE 8,1895.

BACKACHE

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Hearty Drove lira* Martin Hale Wild* How She Obtained Belief.

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Nearly all last winter I was sick in bed. and was attended by different physicians none

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I attempted to get up, it was always the same story my back would ache, I was dizzy and faint, the bearingdown pains were terrible. I also had kidney trouble badly.

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Has Just Gained Control of the Northern Paciflo—His Habit of Discharging Employees—How He Once Caught-a Tartar.

A Human Dynamo. The newspapers have lately had a good deal to say about James J. Hill of the Great Northern railroad, who has lately gained oontrol of the Northern Pacific system.

He utied to be a coal dealer in St Paul and began his prosperous career as superintendent of a baby road called tho St Paul and Pacific. This grew into tho St Paul, Minneapolis and Manitoba, covering tho wheat country, and now, renamed the (ireat Northern, the Hill system extends through Montana and into the "(J?u?ftdian northwest The road througk MouiaUa Was cOnsfcructea com plete at the rate of 11 miles a day.

The Great Northern is rich, and Mr Hill controls it absolutely. He is a man of marvelous energy, and has no pise for a subordinate who cannot keep up with his high pressure gait. Ho has the disagreeable trait of cutting off official heads without mercy, and the proverbial salutation in the St. Paul general offices is, "Who is missing this morning?" In the midst of his ghastly guillotining there is an occasional gleam of humor.

In Allen Manvel, now president of the Santa Fe, who was formerly general manager of the Great Northern, Mr Hill caught a Tartar.

Manvel found a handsome young man in nis- ufflto ono morning and pleasantly asked him his business. "I'm Mr. Ives," was the reply, "your new assistant" "Why, certainly," said ManveL didn't expect you quite so soon. Your quarters will be arrange^ at once.

Ives soon became devot^ to Manvel and Manvel to Ivea Things went on this way several years, when one day Ives informed his chief that Mr. Hill had .asked Jor^^resignation. -'irgwjz "I guess not," replied ManveL "Mr. Hill hired you without my knowing it, but he can't discharge you unless I say so, and I won You keep on working." And he did. J*

Mr. Hill crossed the^ Atlantic!***with Mark Twain, whom he had not met for many years. Thirty years ago Mark was a Mississippi river pilot and Jim was the agent of a steamboat company. Mark ran on the lower Mississippi and Hill on the upper Mississippi. When asked what the great railway magnate of the northwest and he had talked about during the voyage, Twain said: "Mostly about the pilots of the Mississippi. Most of them have gone to and a few to heaven, but only a few of us are left, you know."

President Hill is said to know.personally every important man on his road, and he is liable to be found at any point along the line at any moment He has a thorough civil service organization, promotion goes by merit, and the man who disobeys orders is discharged iiistanter. An instance of this is told by his son-in-law, Samuel Hill, president of the Montana Central "We were fitting one day," said he, "in Mr. Hill's house in St Paul, when be asked me if I didn't waht to go west for a little trip. I replied that I didn't object and asked when he wanted to go. He said, 'Right away.* I thereupon telephoned to have my bag sent over from Minneapolis, and in the course of an hour we were on his special train and going out to the far west We stopped at a point in the mountains in Montana, got off and rode 40 miles by stage with relays of horsea We thai slept and rode 40 miles farther and stopped at a tavern. Mr. Hill tramped around all that day over the country and came back in the evening and had supper. After supper he said, *1 think we could reach the car if we took the horses tonight And we had them harnessed up and cut across to the track. It was a long ride and a dark night, and we came to the road at a station above the one which we ibad expected to strike. Just as we got there a freight train from Butte City was pulled in with flames bursting out of its si da As it pulled up at the station Mr. Hill saw it, and his voice rang out in the darkness

Where's the conductor of this train?' 'Here,' was the reply in a gruff voice. ... ^'4 ... 'What rate are you runningf 'About 18 miles an hoar,' said the man, rather resenting the question. 'Yon are not telling the truth,' replied Mx. Hill 'Youhave been running over 8Q miles an hour, and joof orders

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The institutions referred to are known as female colleges, and there is something in that mode of distinction that involves an amount of wisdom that is not always suspected nor intended by those who use the designation. *$^1

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"Androman ia In the Green."

There has been quite a sudden development in this generation of what are known as female colleges, writes the Rev. Charles H. Parkhurst, D. D., in The Ladies' Home JournaL This movement is, in part, considerate and reasonable, and in part it is a "fad." A great many girls are going to Vassar, Smith, Wellesley and Barnard because they want to be educated, and others are going because ycung men go to college, and it is nice to do what young men do— what might be called Andromania" in tfie green. There is another contingent of young women who are motived in this by their desire to get on to an independent footing and to be in a situation to make their own way in the world, with something like an expectation-that they will earn their living by their brains, and that husband and children will be to them always a terra incognita —using the college in that way as a means of helping them to escape the proper destiny of their sex.

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are npt to run more than 12. You are discharged this instant, and I will have another conductor to take your place.' When that conductor left Butte City, Mr. Hill was sitting in his office in St Paul, and it must have scared the man almost to death to find him away out in the heart of Montana."

GOT

An Exposition* at Lyons. —-.4

An international and colonial exposition will be held during the months oi June,' July, August and September ot this year at Saint-Etienne, near Lyons. The exhibition will be for agricultural and horticultural products as well as for thei special. products of the region. A special gallery will be reserved to the exhibitions of the French and the foreign press and of education. —New York Tribune.

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W. C. RiNE ARSON, O. P. A., Cincinnati, O.

QTTXCIC TIME. BZSKBS A recent change of time on the Chesapeake A Ohio railway enables passengers .to leave Terre Haute at 4:31 p. m. and arrive at some of the famous mountain and summer resorta along the picturesque Chesapeake fc Ohio railway in twelve to fifteen hours.

The best route to the eastern cities is via the Cincinnati and the F. F. V.? over the Chesapeake A Ohio railway. The scenery throukh lbe N*w River_ canons, and over the Allegheny a wonderfully oeautifal and varied.

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The Washington fast line leaves Terre Haute in the evening with through sleeper for Washington. This Is a handsome vestibule train with dining-car attached. For tickets and further information call OB

E. E. SOUTH, Gen Agent.

COtTKTY OF VlOO, J*" To T. Alklre et al. You are hereby notified that oa the 1st day of July, 1896,1 Will have tbe Surveyor of Vigo county, or bis lawful deputy, to establish,

west, and the lands adjoining thereto. Parties concerned will meet at northwest corner oi the northeast quarter of section 5-18-H.

Signed. ANN WISEMAN. By John F. Wiseman.

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