Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 25, Number 52, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 22 June 1895 — Page 3

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ANDREANO.

"Halt! Close tip, there!" The order rang out sharply, echoing from rock to rock, and geemlng to die away in hollow murmurs up the preci pi tons and bleak sides of the hills. The little band of Italian soldiery closed tip r.. u!y as their grizzled old captain spoke.and faced him silently with their carbines grounded and the look of dull and apathetic discipline on their faces that is characteristic of their class. "My men," said th« weather beaten and gray headed leader, regarding them sharply from under his shit gy eyebrows, "tho wolf is driven to his "last lair. All, or nearly all, of his people have been killed off during the weeks that we have been following them over these dreary hills. Ho—the bandit, the robber, tho Andreano of tho hills—cannot last out longer now. His hour is come, if we are but watchful. Up and up he has been driven, often nearly falling into our hands, yet as often escaping. Now, behind him rises tho sheer straight line of the hills, on either side are two good companies of our men we stand in the front The great Andreano, terror of our bills"—the captain laughed softly in his throat—"is already as one dead. You know your orders he is to be shot down like a dog by the first man who sights him. You understand?"

A low, deep murmur went up from the men, and then a single voice spoke the speaker, who stood, in the front rank, giving the salute rapidly. "But, my captain, what of thechild?"

The old man turned on him fiercely. "Tho child! What child?" The soldier—a little, lithe, swarthy man, with gloaming white teeth shiring tuid&r his brown mustacher—saluted again. "Tho child, my captain, he brought from MassaCno, below there in the vi ley. The child of the woman who had loved him."

The captain, interested in spite of himself, knitted his brows and bade the soldier proceed. "What of this child? You may speak.''

Thus enoouraged, the little man with the gleaming teeth saluted once more, and with many a gesture of fingers, shoulders and eyebrows rapidly told his story. 'Twas but a year ago, my captain. Tho woman—I know not her name— had loved him in tho days whea he was a lad tilling the fields down there. She was alone. Her friends were dead or had left her. There was no one but the priest who could help her, and the priest was too poor. What would you?" with an appealing glance at his fellows and a rapid shrug of his shoulders. "She had been married—this woman who had loved tho Andreano—and had a child, girl child, but her man lay in the sandy graveyard over against tho village church yonder, dead, a year before, of the fever. So she sent to Andreano."

Ho paused for a moment, spat quickly upon tho ground and went on again. "SI10 sent a message to him up here in tho hills, my captain, and lie came to her. Ho came down in tho night and saw her came, armed to tho teeth, and daring all or any to touch him. And in tho morning, when the sun was coming up over the hills, he had gone, and the child with him, and the woman who had loved him lay dead, with a smile on her face. That is all, my captain."

The man saluted again and drew back. "And the child—where is it nowf" asked the captain slowly. "Thechild is with him, my oaptain." "What matters it?" muttered the captain. "Kill the child too. Kill off the whole brood. Come, we waste time. Forward!'

Yet for a 11 tlmtr, as the captain marched at the hend of his men with knitted brows, he was very silent and very thoughtful and might almost have been thought to have been in doubt. Once or twice he shook his head slowly and muttered something beneath his breath. He, too, had heard tho strange story at an earlier time—had heard how this terrible and sin stained man, with a price upon his head, had gone down into the valley—into the midst of men ready and willing to sell him—carrying his life in his hand, to see a peasant- woman who had sent for him he had heard, too, how the robber had carried the child into the hills and had carefully tended it there ever since.

It was late in the afternoon when the little company drew near tho end of its quest, and, with leveled carbines, crept silently on amid tho rocks that lay strewn abouttKo place. Suddenly one man—the little soldier with the gleaming teoth, who had spoken before—cried out sharply: "See, mv captain, he comes—with the child!"

It was true: even as they looked they saw an active, picturesque figure springing from rock to rock toward them, bearing on its shonjders a laughing, crowing, dark haired child. One hand of the man held the baby, the othT grasped a carbine, and the late afternoon sun gleamed 611 the weapons in his belt. They saw. too, that the baby had, fastened lightly to one chubby fist, a fiut-

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taring white oloth. Seeing them, the man stood quite still watching them, only the white oloth fluttering in the wind. "A flag of truoe!" grunted theeajH tain, sharply calling a halt—he was too true a soldier not to regard such sigu. "What does he want, I wonder? Lower your arms there, men, there is plenty of time," he added grimly.

The robber oame on again rapidly and finally halted a little distance above them! with the baby still perched upon his shoulder. Then he, too, lowered his carbine and stood there, with head upraised, looking at them defiantly. "You have me J" he cried at last, his voioe ringing out clearly through the gtill air. "You have tracked me up here —you, a hundred against one man. Yet, even now, you. should not have token me calmly thus, even though I st^nd alone—you should not have taken me thus, but for the little one."

He glanced up for a moment at the baby on his shoulder and drew one little hand down to his lips, and then facet! the soldiery again, speaking direotly for the first time to the old officer "You area brave man, captain," he added almost appealingly, "and such men do not make war on infants. What do you do with the little one, my captain?"

The captain shrugged his shoulders. "Thechild is nothing, Andreano," he said sternly. "She may die with you."

With abound tho bandit had sprung back from them, and in an instant the child was off his shoulder and behind him, and he kuelt there with his carbine leveled, fiercely facing them. "Beasts!" he cried. "I come to you under the white flag, well knowing that I must die, and asking nothing for myself. I crave only that you should spare the imiocentlittle one. Know this, then, since you wilrnot—I will kill the.ohild rather than she shall fall beneath your murderous blows, and will die such a death as few men have died, with a dozen coward souls to bear mine own to hell. Now, what say you?"

He knelt there quite calmly, with his carbine leveled and with the child thrust behind him. But the old captain had stepped forward and raised his hand "Stop, Andreano!" he cried. "You are right We make not war on babes. This hunting down of one man is but little to my liking, and I will not foul it more. The child is safe."

The man rose and laid down his carbine and took up the child again. "And the little one shall go with you down into the valley in safety?" he asked slowly. "I have given my word. No harm shall como to the little one. Give it to me."

The robber kissed the baby's soft face passionately—once, twice, thrice—and then moved quickly toward the captain, down the rocks, and passed the child into his arms. "I thmil- you, my captain," he said gravely. "And now you are to shoot me?" "Such are our orders, Andreano."

The other shrugged his shoulders.! "So be it," he said softly, "only cover the face of the little one that she may not see."

The captain passed the child into the hands of the little soldier of the swarthy face, and they took it quickly out of his sight. Then came an order rapidly given and another a volle/rang out startling tho echoes on those lonely hills for a moment thnre was a half sobbing cry and Andreano's course WMrnn.

So it can:o about thatr^fe^jn the soldiers marched down into the valley again one ot them bore upon a light polo tho head of tho notorious bandit, for all the wide eyed peasantry to gape at, and, strangest sight of all, upon the front of the captain's saddle, with the captain's arm about her, sat a laughing, crowing, dark haired baby.—Firefly.

A Trne Frlepd

Tr the and suffering is Dr. Kaufuiauu'n great Medical Work, fiuoiy illustrated. Send three 2-ceot mtamps paj postage, to A. P. Ordway ACo., Boston, Mass., and receive a copy free.

Sterne's Jflagiarlsins.

Tho following instance of Sterne's unblushing "conveying" has not, I think, been hitherto recorded. In "Tristram Shandy," volume 1, chapter 12, is the following well known passage: "When to gratify a private appetite, it is onco resolved upon that an innocent and a helpless creature shall be sacrificed, 'tis an easy matter to pick up sticks enough from any thicket where it has strayed to make afire to offer it up with."

In the introduction to "Baooniana," London, 1679, T. T.—i. e., Dr. Thomas Tenison, in comment on Bacon's words to King James, "I wish that as lam the first, so I may be the last of sacrifices in your times," writes as follows (page 16): "And when from prifate Appetite, it is resolv'd that a Creature shall be sacrificed it is easie to piok up sticks enough, from any Thicket whither it hath straied, to make a Fire to offer it with."

There could not be a more audacious example of literary theft—Notes and Queries.

Pronunciation of "Bicycle." The constantly growing bicycle fad calls attention to the large number of cases of mispronunciation of the word "bicycle." There is a certain class of people, particularly New York's fashionable set, which insists upon giving the "y" a long sound, as in "cycle," forgetting that a prefix or suffix often changes the sound of tho vowel "y." Still others go to the other extreme and give the "y" tho sound of "ee," but the best usage mokes the "y" short and pronounces the word "bi-sik-L" But even among those who give the "y" the short sound there is a disposition to place the accent on the second syllable instead of on the first, where it belongs. When a word comes into such common use as "bicycle," it is well to learn to pronounce it correctly.—Troy Times.

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FOR LITTLE POLKS.

A QUEER FOSTER FATHER.

1W Old Bob, the Water Spaniel Who teet* a Brood of Chioka, Enough good dog stories are told every week to fill a volume an big 8* your family Bible. 4ust Uies&me all the world loves a really ck «r !og. This story is about a dog that neither clever nor brave nor handsome, and his name is Bob—plain Bob, and nothing else. Bob lives out near Warwick, Mo, He is a water spaniel, and one of the fattest dogs in the west He is not a heavy eater, but he is so very good uatured that he gets fat on nothing but a clear conscience and an even temper.

At Bob's home are many chickens and they all look up to Bob as their foster father. A queer friend for a chicken is a big, fat water spaniel, but the ehick-

ens don't care what or who he is, he is just Bob to them. There is a brood of motherless ohioks who are seldom away from him if they can help it When he lies down, they olimb upon his back, which is so. broad as tq resemble the big, flat p^d on the back of a oirens horse. Thev crawl upon his head and peck nt his ears. He does not shake them 0:?, however, as most dogs would.

Whe. Bob walks around the yard, the little chicks hang on for all ^hey are worth, and when he lies down they all nestle in near his paws. In this position dog and chicks remain motionless for hours at a time. The motherless little brood of chicks are getting to be big fellows now, but they have not yet any idea, it seems, of deserting their queer foster father.

Anew brood of younger chicks have come into the yard within' a few days, and they, too, are learning to olimb up on Bob's woolly back, and to peck at his tongue and nose, all of which seems to tickle the old fellow very much. It is astonishing to see how careful Bob is when his little adopted children are taking an afternoon ride on his back. The fine old dog is as gentle as a irmb at such time, and keeps a watchful eye open for possible accidents.—Kansas City Star £, -f

The Sound of Words.

The Northwestern Magazine gives the following unique composition written by a 12-year-old schoolgirL Let our young readers see if they cannot make.it still more puzzling: "A right suite little buoy, the son of a kernel, with a rough round his neck, flue up the road as quick as a dear. Aftera thyme he stopped at the house and wrung the belle. His to\^ hurt hymn and he kneaded wrest He was two tired to raze his fare, pail face, and a feint mown of pane rose from his lips. The made who herd the belle was about to pair a par$ but she through it down and ran with all her mite, for fare her guessed would not weight, but when she saw the little won tiers stood in her eyes at the site. 'Ewe poor dear. Why do you lye hear? Are yew dyeing?' 'Know,'he said, 'I am feint' She boar him inn her arms, as she ought, to a roam where he might be quiet, gave him bred and meet, held a cent'bottle under his knows, untide his choler, rapped him up warmly, gave him a suite drachm from a viol, till at last he went forth as hall as a young hoarse."

T-bCKRE HAtJTK (SATURDAY EVENING MAIL, JUNE 22,1895.

The Idol of Her Heart. ..

I've got a whole menagerie And a big, fat lot of toys. I've go*, a little rubber dog

That squeaks and makes an I've got a little wooden horse And little wooden cart. Bat my dear old busted dolly la the Idol of my heart.

A Boyish Boy King.

Not long ago, when out with his nurse, .the little k?ng of Spain mw some boys of his own size and struggled to get away and go to them. "Oh, but you jmn§t not," said his English nuise^V,*i#4|rfg "Why may I not go and play with them, nurse?"

Because—because you are a little king/' said the nurse. "Then if you please, nurse, I would rather be a little boy," was the king's reply.—St Paul's.

MANY WOMEN SUFFER raOM TOOBSATKW.

Doctors Are Too Reserved* Woman Should Be Dealt With Openly.

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Wornen are often allowed by their physicians to suffer much from lack of information and anxiety.

Many medical and it is a strug to acknowledge pot understand

Tho following short lotter speaks for itself. Mrs. Parker is a very young wife only twenty-one years old. She was suffering untold misery when she wrote to Mrs. Pin'. ham forad-j vice. See the result.

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mew aro afn, gle for that they do a ease. Women do not investigate they have faith in their doctor, and often wrecjs their lives through this unfortunate confidence.

In the treatment of female diseases men work from theory and it is rot to ba expected that they can trmt as Intelligently those complaints from hich they have never suffered, as a w-roan can who has made the orgar.iun

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eases, of her sex a life study, Women afflicted with ft in.'.Jo r'^rasrs are wise in communicating.} rom]. with Mrs. Piiikham, at Lynn, iiuiiss. Ir distressed condition is i". 'i to womb trouble, and their sympumis "n-J! 1U9 story. f* W

Lydla E. Plnkham's Vc-rfab!o Compound is the one remedy that r*n.ovt'.» the cause, and restores health, courage, and happiness. The druggists sell more of it than all other female medicine?. Why

Can evidence be stronger than thlsf I deem it my duty to announce the fact to all my fellow-sufferers of all female complaints that your Vegetable Compound has entirely cured me of all the pains and suffering I was enduring when I wrote you last May. I followed rour advice to the letter, and the result wonderful." Mus. CHAS. PARKER, Little Falls, Minn. Any druggist has it.

J" V'»t,* Seeds of the Mushroom. *_ The spores (seeds), composed of a two coated cell, are borne on the gills or tubes under tho cap. One plant often produces 10,000,000 spores. To see these tiny spores you must cut the top of a toadstool off and lay it right side up on a sheet of black paper. After a few hours remove it carefully, and an exact representation

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its shape will remain on

the paper, formed by the thousands of spores which have fallen out. If the spores fall on favorable soil, they germinate and send out great numbers of tiny threads. These, becoming intertwined and woven' together, cover the ground like the finest web, and this is known as the mycelium, or "spawn." The threads absorb nourishment and carry it to the quickened spore.—Margaret W. Leighton in St Nicholas.

Polish Versus Moss. -J

The speakers were two brawny Scots who evidently had not met for a long while. Sandy asked Tonald about business, but. the reply was either evasive or unsatisfactory, for the rough, uncouth Sandy, perhaps suspicious that his friend had fallen into his old tricks, suddenly broke forth loudly and vehemently. "Hech, mon," he said, "but ye'll ha'e tae settle doon, mon Tonald. Ye ken 'a rollin stane gethers nae moss.' "Wha's wantin moss, ye auldfoggie," Was the quick retort "An here's wan thing a rollin stane gethers that ye'll he'er git, an that's polish, ye puir gow I" —Boston Budget

Chinese Dentists.

Chinese dentists rub a secret powder on the gum over the affected tooth and after about five minutes the patient is told to sneeze. The tooth then falls out Many attempts have been lnade by European dentists to secure this powder, but none has ever succeeded in doing tr-. At$

No Excuse.

"Ma, that baby across the street hasn't any teeth." "Of course not, Tommy. You didn't have any when you were that small" "But that baby's pa is a dentist Life.

Vafue of love Letter*. f,V

Only $1,000 was realized by the ode of Mme. Recamier's love letters. Love letters of far less illustrious persons have produced much larger sums than that, and not put up at auction either, but simply read aloud in gallant American courts.—Baltimore American.

Bicycles a$ Food.

Whii the horse is finally extinct, very likely the progeny of those enterprising men who are now selling horse meat in Chicago will hit upon some way of putting wornout pneumatic tires on the market as fresh tripe.—Chicago Record.

The Reaction.

It is a grateful change to see an American newspaper here and there publishing in serial form reminiscences of George Washington.—Chicago Tribune.

The Soldier's Metal.

The general in chief of our amies is excusable for declining to define his attitude as to silver. Lead is the metal he has to deal with.—Boston Herald.

N. HICKMAN & BRO. UNDERTAKERS. SO* MAIN STREET, All call* will receive the moat eartful attention. Open day and night.

H. B. HICKMAN, FonenU Director.

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Special train via Cleveland, Buffalo, Niagara Falls and Hoosac Tunnel Koute. Leave Terre Haute 7 a. m., connecting at Indianapolis with special Will leave Indianapolis at 12 noon, TUESDAY, JULY 9, and run directly through, reaching Boston at 8 o'clock the next afternoon. The rate by this route wlll.be -»rf

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Carts, Buggies, Phaetons, Road Wagons, Platform Trucks, Harness And Horse Goods.

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IMPROVEMENT FINAL ESTIMATE.

Notice la hereby given that the final estimate report of the cost of the improvement of Nlntn street from the south building line of Cherry street to a point two feet touth of the south rail of the Vandalia railroad, was on the 18th day of June, 1S»5, referred to the committee on street* and bridges, and any person aggrieved by such estimate may appear before said committeeon the 15th day of July, 1895, at the office of the city civil en-

ineer said city and make objections which objections will be reported by said committee to the common council of the citj of Terre Haute at the next regular eetlng of said council after tho said committee ehall conclude the hearing upon said objections, at wblcb time objectors and all persons Interested may be heard In reference to such objections before the council.

CHARLES H. GOODWIN, City Clerk,

TSAAO BALL & SON, FUNERAL DIRECTORS." Corner Third and cherry streets, Terre Haute, Ind., are prepared to execute all orders in their line with neatness and dispatch.

Embalming a Specialty.

J)R. L. H. BARTHOLOMEW, DENTIST*, "JJ

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Bl-CHLORIDE OF GOLD CURE For LIQUOR. OPIUM and TOBACCO Habits at

106 sooth Tenth-and-a-half streets. A. li. Brown,solicitor,and Dr. J. T. LAUGHEAD, Medical Director.

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OTICE TO HEIRS, CREDITORS, ETC.

In the Vigo Circuit court, May term, MB. In the matter of the estate of Daniel Mater, deceased.

Notice!« hereby given that Levi Applegate as administrator oftbe estate of Daniel Mater, deceased, ban presented and filed his account and vouchers In final settlement of said estate. and that the same will eome up for the examination and action of said Circuit court, on the 8th day of July, 1806. at which Ume all heirs, creditor* or legatees of said esrtato are required to appear in said Coart and show cause, lr any there be, why said account and vouchers should not be approved.

Witness, tbe cleric and seal of said Vigo Circuit court, at Terre Haute, Indiana, this 1Mb day of June, 1886. filtS 1*1X1-] HUGH D. ROQUET, Clerk.

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II*tle capital required Academics and College* noted tbe country overt climate cool io summer—no blizzards In winter*

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