Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 27, Number 32, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 6 February 1897 — Page 7

HE LOVES A POSTER GIRL

Bbe was a poster, so new and so sweet, And I a pedestrian. Bbe sat on the grass, with six toes on her feet.

Alas, for my sorrow began! For she ogled at me with a crimson leer, And her nose was so blue, ah, yeei Her dress was transparent, her joints very queer

Bat, ah, did I love her the less?

Ah, never, no, never, no more Bhall I know of sweet poace, alas! For my love is a girl of the primary tints,

And she sits on the purple grass.

The sky at her back was magenta and slate, And the sun a delicate gray She was washing herself, I am able to state,

With somebody's soap all the day. Ber arms were too long, and her nose too abort, Her perspective is wrong, I confess There was mud in ber eye from a small boy's sport

But, ah, did I love her the lew?

Ah, never, no. never, no more Will she set my heart in a whirl, For they've covered ber up with a Borril bill,

My beautiful poster

on Figaro.

IN ALSACE.

Salome stood on the bridge which span lied the foaming stream and gazed dream tly at the mountains beyond and then at the meadows. Salome's cows were slowly ooming homeward. In the pasture she could see her sister, Frederika, making the hay. The girl wm not lazy, only dreamy. Presently Salome was by her sister's side. Then each one took a bundle of hay and carried It to their father's outhouse, for old Dominic was the forester.

The girls worked on, when Salome's bundle of hay was seized and carried for her. The girl turned surprised, and there was Morand, the young forester. She knew ho had come, for her father had ex pec ted him. Dominic was to teach him forest ways "I thought it was Cousin Joseph," cried Salome, with a smile, and then Frederika laughed. "We were expecting Cousin Jo seph. You know he is shut up for weeks In his factory. Joseph cares less for the grand forest and its wild beauty than he does for gardens and their flowors." "I do not admire his tastes," answered Momnd.

Then homeward went the two girls, and tho man followed, and as they passed the window of their little house there was the old mother, and Siilomo kissed her. Frederika stood a little in the background. She now turned back and sought a new bundle of hay. Then Morand ran after Frederika and took her bundle and carried it for her,

Then the fathor Joined the three young peoplo. Now Frederika, who was the practical sister, went into tho house to prepare the evening meal. "Coino along, Morand," said the old forester, "tho soup will got cold, and we must milk the cows before wo go in."

Morand looked in despair. Ho had never milked a cow in his life. "I havomuch to learn," muttered he, piteously. "Supper is waiting," said Frederika. As they hastened on Salome noticed that Momnd had stuck in his buttonhole a bunoh of flowers. They wore crocusos. "So you liko crocuses, M. Morand?" "I thought you did, Mile. Salome," ho said.

So, for a time, Morand lived with the forester. Tho harvest was gathered aud there was a good stock of potatoes. The winter was coming along, and a cold ono, it tho family wore prepared to faco it. Salome's mother required the girl's constant attention.

Joseph came now on every Sunday. Tic was overseer of the factory in the neighboring little town. Everybody respected Joseph. The young man was the support of his family. Perhaps his visits to his cousins wore not as pleasant as boforo. Tho fact was, though no one knew it, he was in love with Frederika. Then he felt twinges of jealousy. Ho was unoertain whether Morand liked Salome or Frederika. "Besides," thought Joseph, "he will soon get Ills nomination to bo forestor elsewltaro. A few months' patience! I shall speak to my uncle, and Frederika will not say me nay.''

Morand watched Frederika from morning till night, engaged in her household oaree. "The time will oomo," he said softly to himself.

One night the moon shone in through tho frosty windows. Salome sat at th« foot of tho bod, watching her sleeping mother. "Sho looks less pale than yesterday," thought Salome. "Perhapsfather is right. She will revive in tho spring."

Momnd and Frederika were laughing together—sometimes oven her father, too —but Salome only sat and watched her mother. "Take care, my child, take caro," the mother feebly murmured, as the listless hand dropped, ami over the beloved features came a solemn, terrible beauty. Salome uttered sharp cry and lost consciousness.

When she came to herself, sho was beside the kitchen, Momnd alone sitting near her. "Thank God, my child, your mother was not alone when she died!" she hoard her father say.

Momud at onee found the means of •ending the sad news to Joseph, and Joseph coiuo at once. It was a bitter cold day when the mother was buried in the village graveyard. It was terrible work making their way through tho deep snow. It was Joseph who gave Frederika his hand and Momnd supported Salome. "Why, why," Salome said to herself a thousand time®, "did my poor mother bid me take care?''

Father Dominie, seemed to take now no interest in passing events. His wife was dead.

Then an unusual thing happened. Dominic wrote a letter, aud Morand went to the village to post it. In a week afterward Moratui luul a letter, and he read that he had an appointment as forester In another part of the country—or, should he prefer It, he might remain as Dominic's assistant

Momnd hesitated. The old forester, who

M«imnd met Salome's Inquiring eyes, 'lam appointed forester to a place fairly well paid, but a long way fmm here." "A long way from here,' repeated the old man. "I begged that favor. I wanted to keep you here. I am not the man I onee wan. My strength does not comeback with the spring. I think she

had guessed the contents of the letter, had 1 stavani. It was Sunday, and the little turned aside. Salome watched both with evident anxiety. Fmleriko, busy preparing dinner, was the only one who tix*k no heed.

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have taken It away with her, all my oour age and all my hope."

Hb daughters tried tocmnf.»rt him. lus Hope In Leisure Hour.

he shook his head without replying. Mosand precipitately escaped from the room. When the young man came back, his dinner had been laid for him only. But Frederika had taken care that all should be quite comfortable for him, even more so than usual, and she was in the kitchen alone. Momnd seized her hands. "If I go to that farofif place, will yon go with me?" "Wherever you like," said she simply.

She had hitherto been too busy to think of love. But when Morand took her In his arms a deep joy took possession of poor Frederika.

At this moment the door opened $nd Salome entered. Frederika hastily drew back, but her hands were still clasped in her lover's, and Salome saw it. "Sister!" said Morand, with a smile.

Amazement, almost stupor, was written on the poor girl's white face. All she muttered was, "Does father know?" "Not yet," answered Morand. "I was just going to look for him in the forest."

When later the father came home, Frederika simply said to him: "Morand loves me. He wishes me to be his wife." "God bless you both," said Dominic, and then he asked, "Do you stay or go?"

The father then thought for a moment and added, "Yes, we must expect that you will want a home of your own. That is right. You know pretty well what are the duties of a forester. It is hard for me to part with both of you, but it is better so."

So Morand understood, to his great joy, that he had won, not only his wife, but his independence. Salome and her father went out together. "Thou shalt be wholly my own," he said tenderly. "Thou shalt replace all whom I have lost."

Salome helped her sister to arrange her wedding dress silently, but energetically. She seemed to have quaffed in one draft her bitter cup, to have cut off her right hand and plucked out her right eye. Salome was bent on rooting out of her soul a love Which, however innocent at first, was innooent no longer. Salome watched and prayed night and day.

Joseph was at the wedding. When he asked for a holiday, it was with so dull a face that his master inquired, laughingly, whether he was off to a marriage or a funeral.

Joseph's secret was tolerably well guessed, but the bridegroom was not jealous. Tho young couple were gone. The forester's cottage had beoome silent. Once Salonuj used to sing at her work now she worked without singing. It was with difficulty that sho remembered little details of housekeeping, so easy to Frederika.

I am still stout enough to take care of myself, and I want no assistance," said her father. It was Morand I wanted, but tho lad knew better how to shift for himself."

It was the brightest day of the very dull week when Joseph paid his usual visit. He never failed to come early and depart late. Ho entered, taciturn and cold, arranging on his lap the flowers he had gathered in the forest, groat handfuls of which he often took Ixick to his city home. Never onoe had ho exchanged oonfldencos with Salome, yet ho felt she understood him. Whether he spoke or not, her presence was a rest to him. She, on her side, began to find the time long between his visits, and each time when Joseph went away she said to him, "You will be sure to come again?"

The clouds were low and the sky gray when Joseph, stick in hand, the next timo took his way to the forester's cottage. Streams long frozen came tumbling down tho rooks or Altering through tho ground. The murmur of waters was heard on every side.

Salome stood at the house door, watching tho sudden thaw. Her father was away. Sho knew Josoph was coming and she felt, she know not why, glad fbr that. Then she saw Joseph. She felt like scolding him for having loitered so long. He met hor and he laughed. Ho had been gathering the flrst spring flowors, but Salome did not laugh. "You will walk with mo, Salome?" he asked. We may moet your father.'' And now, chatting, the two went toward the glen.

They reached the stream. Then Joseph stopped, horrified. It was a roaring torrent. Dominic was not there. The water was tearing down the mountain side.

For the lovo of God," cried Salome, 'let us hurry up 1 Close by here there is a cottage. A poor woman and her child live In it. They will le swept away." "How brave and strong sho is," thought Joseph. He was certain now that he heard (Try of distress. Yes, there at tho window ho saw a woman, a child in her arms, and the house vns shaking. It would topple over In an instant, and the torrent had to be crossed If they wore to be saved. A moment after Dominio was by Joseph's side. The forester at least was safe. Then Joseph, in a loud, clear voice, bade the woman come down. She did so and shrieked when she saw the rjvging torrent.

Salome fell on her knees uj)onthe bank. Her father stood by her, shouting out adioe to the brave fellow, who was already fighting with the torrent.

That round stone is not firm! There is a hole In the Ixxi of the stream! Brave ladl That stupid woman! She clings to him! She will hinder his getting ashore!

But Joseph's fivt wen1 firm on shore. He was able to make a sifin to Salome thar he would g° straight home with the worn an and child. "Let us hurry back and see that there is good lire and wine and food," cried Salome,

Meantime Joseph, carrying the child and helping the woman, had succeedcd in getting home flrst. He had not yet changed his clothes, but he had made up the fire, placed the woman in Father Domi nlc's armchair and wrapped the child in a rug, whew it lay, warming its little feet In the hearth and smiling up at its preserver.

Salome stood an instant to watch the pretty sight, then took the child In hitarms. "Go, Joseph. Get yourself dried in father's room. You have done enough for one day. You will be ill yourself." "Then will you nurse me?" and he took her hand. "Anything yon like if you will only po and change your elothes."

Some month* after Joseph and Salome were walking along the banks erf the

waves svemed singing a Sunday psalm. "What a transformation," said Salome, "since the day when you saved that poor woman and her child. How contented she Is now. This strrom is not more ..ngid than her life, jxwsr soul, thanks to "And our life, too," said Josej li sender iy "Yen," Mnwwd Salome, prvs-sirac h»*r husband's arm, our ar, The sttvnm flows pcaceful'v «wt. Mood today that one may be 'v.\,

I understood it a liti5« rv .. su perhaps." said Jost-ph.

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The Whaling Industry.

The trials and tribulations of the whaling industry defy the meager justice which the resources of a single paragraph affords. A volume might cover the subject. The difficulty about whaling is the uncertainty of whales. These mammals decline to be regulated by any rfgnal service reporter and refuse in their migrations to respect precedent or the ambitions of the arctio oil works. The consequence is a skipper may cruise the northern latitudes, trying conclusions with icebergs and polar bears, endangering life and limb in a mangy old tub, encountering the perils of storm, wave and Eskimo, and all without sighting a spout or capturing a yard of whalebone. I listened recently to the mournful reminiscences of Captain Green, a hardy mariner of much experience, who after many years of laboring at the oil industry retired to a raisin ranch at l&esno. Owing to the decline of raisins, however, he took to the ocean again, euipped a vessel and sailed into the latitudes of winter. There he found an antique steam whaler, the Reindeer, and for two long and weary years they have kept each other company in the close knit sisterhood of misfortuna Once during the second year they sighted a whale, and Captain Green encompassed its capture. A bowhead it was, and no great prize. Tiring of cold, salt and ill luck, the twain decided at last to go south for rest and provisions. They started together, when something broke on the Reindeer, and she was condemned to delay until the damage might be repaired. How the gallant skipper cursed the misfortune whioh detained him among the icebergs I How he railed at fate! Two days later a school of whales hove in sight. The captain and crew dashed upon them and in four hours had killed a dozen giants, which meant at ruling prices at least $60,000 worth of whalebones. However, it often happens in the arctic, as in the world, that tho darkest moment of

"Made In Genmany."

Apparently one ot the chief results of the idiotic "made in Germany" act is to render importers of foregin goods specially anxious to pass themselves off as British manufacturers, says London Truth. Here is a good example: The label round a matchbox extensively sold in London and the provinces bears a sort of trademark in the shape of a sailor's head, with the legend "England's heroes" and the following inscription in red and black letters: "Manufactured by Martin Harris & Co., Ltd., Stratford, London, E. "Support English Workpeople only by using English made matches."

This covers three sides of the box. The fourth is covered by a piece of sanded paper to strike the matches on. Remove this paper and you Ind underneath the further and still more interesting notification, "Printed in Germany."

How He Answered Them.

A well known artist received not long ago a circular letter from a business house engaged in the sale of California dried fruit, inviting him to compete for a prize to be given for the best design to bo use\ in ^advertising their wares. Only 01 priise was to be given, and all unsuccessful drawings were -to become the property of the fruit men. After reading the circular the artist sat down and wrote the following letter: Tho Dried Fruit Company:

Genti.emen—I am offering a prize of 80 cents for tho best specimen of dried fruit and should be glad to have you take part in the competition. Twelve dozen boxes of each kind of fruit should be sent for examination, and all fruit that is not adjudged worthy of the prise will remain the property of the undersigned. It Is also requlr-d that the express charges on the fruit so forwarded be paid by the sender. Very truly yours, —Bookman.

If you want a reliable dye that will color an even brown or black, and will please and satisfy you every time, use Buckingham's Dye for the Whiskers.

Economy.

Little Dick—Papa, didn't yoa tell mamma we must economise? Papa—I did, my son.

Little Dick—Well, I was thinkin that mebby if you'd get me a pony I wouldn't wear out so many shoes.—Good News.

Catarrh In the Head

Is a dangerous disease. It may lead directly to consumption. Catarrh is caused by impure blood, and the true way to cure it is by purifying the blood. Hood's Sarsaparilla cure* catarrh because it removes the cause of it by purifying the blood. Thousands testify that they hare been cured by Hood's Sarsaparilla.

Hood's Pills are purely vegetable and do not purge, pain or gripe. All druggists 25 cents.

TEKBE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL, FEBRUARY 6, 1897.

i-^isfortune

is the dusk that preceded the advent of prosperity. —San Francisco Wave.

Homing Pigeons.

When pigeons were to be sent back and forth, it has been usual to keep two sets, with their respective homes at either end of the course, and when they have reached their homes to carry them back to the places from whioh they are to be dispatched. An ingenious process has been devised to overcome this diffi oulty and cause the birds to fly with equal certainty in both directions. Pi geons, for example, whose home is in Paris are confined for several d^ys at St. Denis and fed there at a stated hour every day with some favorite food which is not given them at their real homa They become in the course of time familiar with their new home and its oholce dishes. When set at liberty, they start off at onoe for Paris without forgetting the good things they enjoyed at St Denis. When they are to be sent back, they are made to fast a little while, and are then let loose at about feeding time at St. Denis. Theyv go thither, and, when they have their own way, time their going so as to be there at the exact moment of feeding. Birds have thus been taught to fly back and forth regularly between places 80 miles apart.—G. Renaud in Popular Science Monthly.

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I used Dr. Greene's Nervura blood and nerve remedy, and I will say that this wonderful medicine is the greatest blessing that ever came into a family.

MRS. 8. R. BKRRY.

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The Art of Bow Tying.

The ait of bow tying is taught to •young women, who like always to be smartly trin,med with correct bows at the neck and belt. Even the bow for the hair has a different tie from the bow at the slipper, and the waistband has a knot entirely unlike that at the throat. To know the difference is one of the arts of bow tying. The next is to be able to tie.

A bow of orange velvet of the new shade, capucine, is a valuable adjunct for a somber dress. Upon alight one it becomes positively brilliant, a beautiful decoration for dinner. For suoh a bow and its belt there must be a crush of velvet to go around the waist snugly. This must be crinolined to set like a girdle, and to it must be sewed the bow of velvet. Each separate loop is lined and stiffened, and the ends have sharp pieoes of stiffening set in. The whole is brought under a small knot. A bow, carefully made like this, withstands a great deal of hard usage, and if it is lined with taffeta instead of with velvet it is not too bulky a thing to be worn under a coat.

•i-i Iondo«. A London writer, commenting on the fact that decollete gowns are becoming more popular in New York, says: As low necked dresses become fashionable in New York, in London they ace rapidly on the decline, except for a ball or a very large dinner. At one time it was almost necessary to wear a low gown to the theater in London, but now when one sees a decollete gown it looks provincial, as all the smart set have adopted fluffy chiffon blouses for evening wear. The reason for this is that the theaters are insufficiently heated, and the houses in winter are always a little cold. For all small, smart dinners high necked, "dressy" evening blouses, or tea jackets, are frequently if not generally seen. In fact, so well is the full made dress appreciated that even at oourt presentations the queen permits a heart shaped or a semilow neck, with long sleeves."

St. Louis Women.

The women of St. Louis want representation on the school board, and as the simplest way of securing it have had a bill drawn up, which, if passed, will put an end to the existing masculine monopoly of school management in the state of Missouri. It provides that in all towns, cities and school districts the governing body of the schools shall be composed of an equal number of men and women, and no board shall be composed of more than 12 members. They have issued along and eloquent petition to voters asking support for their measure and giving many good reasons why it should become a law.

Moody's Advice to Wives.

Addressing women who are wives the other day in Tremont temple, Bost*™ Mr. Moody told them that if til* just complaint against their h( uids they should seek divorce. Anticipating the objection that such advice would break up homes, he declared that he gave it for the upbuilding of the home and the defense of the family honor.

Can't be beaten! Mr. J. G. Wittig, Blue Mound, 111., writes: "I have used Salvation Oil with wonderful success for inflammatory rheumatism In my foot. It cannot be beat."

FOR YOUR PROTECTION.—Catarrh "cures" in liquid form to be taken internally, usually contain Mercury or Iodide of Potassa, or both, which are injurious if too long taken. Catarrh is a local, not a blood disease, caused by cold and damp weather. It starts in the nasal passages. Cold In the head, If repeatedly neglected, results in catarrh. Ely's Cream Balm Is the acknowledged cure for these troubles and contains no mercury nor any injurious drug.

The Telltale.

"Yes, my dear, I'm a

gay

bachelor,"

said a masked man to a masked lady at a masquerade party the other evening. He felt queer when she said to him in alow voioe: "Don't be a silly, John. I know yoa by that wart on your thumb."

It was his wife.—London Fun.

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An Old Hymn.

Apathetic and yet charming story is told of the origin of the well known hymn, "Blest be the ti6 that binds," which was written by Rev. John Fawcett, an English Baptist, who died in 1817, having spent nearly 60 years in the ministry.

It was in 1772, after a few years spent in pastoral work, that he was called to London to succeed the Rev. Dr. Gill. His farewell sermon had been preached near Moinsgate in Yorkshire. Bix or seven wagons stood loaded with his furniture and books, and all was ready for departure.

But his loving people were heartbroken. Men, women and children gathered and clung about him and his family with sad and tearful faces. Finally, overwhelmed with the sorrow of those they were leaving, Dr. Fawcett and his wife sat down on one of the packing oases and gave way to grief. "Oh, John,"cried Mrs. Fawcett at last, "I cannot bear this! I know not how to go." "Nor I either," returned her husband, and we will not go. The wagons shall be unloaded and everything put in its old place.''

His people were filled with intense jcy and gratitude at this determination. Dr. Fawcett at once sent a letter to London explaining tho case, and then resolutely returned to his work on a salary of less than $200 a year.

This hymn was written to commemorate the event. When Mr. Ooffing, a missionary at Aintab, in Armenia, set out in 1860 to explore the Taurus mountains, he was to penetrate an entirely new and dangerous field. This fact was fully realized by the inhabitants of Aintab, and they gathered to the number of 1,500 at the roadsides and bade farewell to the missionary and his family in the Armenian words of this hymn, written nearly a century before by the devoted Yorkshire preacher.—Youth's Companion.

Took the law IJterally.

A very ignorant but well to do oitizen from the backwoods was elected coroner of a small county. A few days after his election he amazed the ordinary by asking that functionary to point out his duties for him." "Why," said the ordinary, "when a man drops dead, or is killed by an engine, or blown up with dynamite, you simply impanel a jury and sit on him and then render a verdict."

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'That's jest what I done two hours ago," said the coroner, "an the citizens air kiokinl" "Kickin about what?" 'The man what I sot on." "Well?" "Well, you see, hit wtub this away: He drapped by the railroad thar an hollered out, 'Boys, I'm dead!' 'Well?" "I wuz standin within three feet of him, an as he hollered them words I jumped him." "Jumped him?" 'I mean sot on him, jest like the ooronere air required by law, an, as I weigh right smart, he kep' purty quiet after I landed." "But he was dead before you reached him, wasn't he?" 'Thar's whar the question comes in. Ain't but one thing erbout it that's shore an certain, an that is he wuz dead when I got up!"—Atlanta Constitution.

Awaiting a Jewish Moody.

When the Jewish Moody becomes known, we shall have revivals having the Jewish spirit and encouraging a warm devotion to the ancient faith, in which the woman's council and the Hebrew associations will be conspicuous. There is nothing in the physique of the average Jew that prevents his growing enthusiastic in religion as well as in art or politics he merely awaits the man and tho opportunity. The true Jew is not indifferent. Given the occasion, and he will promptly display his warmth of spirit. We can well picture the crowds of excited worshipers hailing the words of Isaiah or Joel, who, before the approach of these prophets, showed little interest in things spiritual. And in some respects Moody may be called the Isaiah of today.—Jewish Messenger.

Constant Employment.

A witty retort is credited to a well known writer and critic, to whom a friend -spoke of a young author whose literary efforts are not received with the enthusiasm' which he feels them to merit. 'He tells me he is confident of winning fame for himself before long,'' said the critic's friend, v*fco had lately met the young author, in the meantime ho reveng liifc.aclf upen his unfavorable reviewers by laughing at them." "I envy him," said the critiq heaving a mock sigh. "He must bctoy all odds the merriest man in this part of the country if he does that."

Denver's "Daughters."

The Denver Daughters of the Revolution opened the new year in new quarters in the City Troop armory. They will hereafter keep open house all the time, and are the first woman's organization in Denver to attempt such a thing. The Woman's club of Denver also ha9 quarters in the armory and moved in simultaneously with the Daughters.

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RAiLiiOAD TIME TABLE

Trains marked thus run dally. Trains marked thus ft) run Sundays only. All otl"r trains run daily. Sundays excepted.

VANDALIA LINE. MAIN LINK.

Arrive from the East.

7 West. Ex*. 1.30 a 15 Mall & Ac* 10.05 a 5 St. L. Lim* 10.19 a 21 St. L. Ex*.. 2.44 pin 3 Mall & Ac. 0.45 11 Fust Mail*. 9.04

Arrive from tho West.

0 N. Y. Ex*.. 3.20 a 14 Eff. Ac 9.30 a 20 Atl'c Ex*.. 12.41 8 Fast Line*. 1.50 2 N. Y. Llm*. 5.22

Leavo for the West.

7 West. Ex*. 1.40 it 5 St. L.Llm*. 10.24 am 21 St. L. Ex*.. 2.49 13 ElT. Ac 4.20 11 Fast Mall*. 9.09

Leave for the East.

12 Ind Llm'd*ll.S0 a N. Y. Ex*.. 3.25 a 4 Mall & Ac. 7.15 a 20 At.l'c Ex*.. 12.41Vp ra 8 Fast Line* 1.55 ia 2 N. Y. Llm* 5.27 ra

MICniQAN MVI8ION.

Leavo for the North. Ar. from the North

6St Joe Mall.6.20am 13T. II. Ex...11.17am 8 S. Bend Ex.4.20 11 T. 11. Mall. (1.40

PBORIA DIVISION.

Leave for Northwest. Ar. from Northwest

7 N-W Ex 8.00 a 21 Decatur Ex 3.30

20 Atltc Ex ..11.30 am (i East'n Ex. 1.00 pm

EVANSVILLE & TERRE HAUTE. NABHVILT^B LINK. Leave for the South. 5 O & N Llm*. 2.01 am 3 O & Ev Ex*. 5.3M a 7 NO&FlaSpl* 3.40 pm 1 Ev & IM all. 3.20 pm

Arrive from South.

6 & N Llm* 3.55 am 2THE&X* .11.00 a in 80 N O& KSpl* 3.20 4 C&Trtd Ex'U.lOpm

EVANSVILLE & INDIANAPOLIS. Leave for South. Arrive fmix South. 33 Mall & Ex..9.00 a 48 Mixed. 10.10 a 49 Worth. Mix.3.50 32 Mall & Ex. 3.00

CHICAGO & EASTERN ILLINOIS. Leave for North. Arrive fr'nu North. 0 & N Lim* 4.50 a 3 .Sr. ir. Ex".. am 2 & Ex.11.20 a rn 9 M«ScTH I .or. 10.45 am 8 NO&FHpl* 3.25 tn 10TH&M Loo 4.10 4E&C Ex*. 11.55 rn

1 Ac Kv Ex.. .2.30 in «fc N Lim* I1.5." 7 NO.Srl'Spi \. :t.35p ra

C. C. C. &-I—BIG FOU -T Gotnj East. 36 N Y&CI»Ex*1.55 a in 4 IniStCldEx. 8.00 a 11 8 Day Ex*... 2..'ti pin 1H Knlckb'r* 4.: j» in

Uotnfj West

35 st Ex*... I.:n a 9 Kx & Mii.fl'lo.oo a 11 S-W Lin*.. 1.3" tn 5 Mntf.'n Ac. 0.30

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One hundred page book, descriptive of resources and capabilities ol the soil contiguous to the line at

the LOUISVILLE & NASHVILLE RAILROAD in Kentucky, Tennessee, Alabama, Southern Mississippi and West Florida by counties. Write

C. P. ATM0RE, Gen'l Pas*. Agt, Louisville, K*

Excursions

TO POINTS SOUTH

On the first and third Tuesday of each month at about half rates, and one-way tickets atosc and a half cents per mile

For information, County Map Folders, etc, address, J. K. 8IDCELY, N. W. Pass. Agent, Chlc.go, ML

A Handsome Completion

is 0116 o.' Uict jfrfcfitsaM. tvc.i_.iin can possess. Fossaemt'B CcuvijsxU'U Powdeu gives it. _____