Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 27, Number 44, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 1 May 1897 — Page 3

SUM®!

LET FALL THE RUIN.

fThe Ottoman empire.]

Let fall the rain propped by Europe's bandit Its tottering walls are but a nest of crime! 81ay-rs and rarishersin licensed bands

Swarm darkly forth to shame the face of time.

Falsu, lmbeciln and crnei, kept in place Not by its natural farce, bat by tbo fears Of foes with bund on hilt, even by the grace

Of rivals—not blood guiltless all these years 1

Aye, let tho rain fall, and from its stones Rebuild a civic temple pure and fair, Where freedom is* not alien: where the groans

Of dying and ravished burden not the air. —Blchard Watson Gilder in Century.

MAURICE SANDYS.

"This is Lanstead, Is it?" said Maurloe Sandys, loaning forward a little and looking out of the carriage window at the eyrie of wind beaten houses perched here and there among the rocks of his birthplace. "I don't remember it BO bleak as this," withdrawing sharply from the curious gaze of the handful of men and women who had braved wind and rain to witness the home coming of their landlord. "They'm a black and bitter set," quoth the nearest Cornishnian to his wife, "but there never was a Sandys yet as weren't good to look on, and mun's as fair o' face as mun's father was, and m'appen as hard hearted."

Maurice Sandys heard and laughed a little. "Truth will out," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Isn't it almost a pity you troubled yourself to fetch me home, Drysdalo? Lanstead doesn't seem to hunger for my presence as much as you represented." "I only did my duty," said tho Rev. John Drysdnlc stiflly. "There is always plenty of help needed at Lunstead in the winter time, as I told you, Sandys. "Yes, you did," Maurice Sandys said, sinking l»ick into his corner with a shiver. "I wish you'd draw up the window, Drysdale. The air cuts likea knife, and I don't want to Ixineflt tho Lanstead undertaker earlier than is absolutely necessary. Are wc at the house? Ugh, how cold it is. No, I don't want helping out, thanks, my good fellow," passing by a manservant's proffered arm and going slowly up the shallow steps, followed by the clergyman. "Well, Mrs. Mallow, how are you?" He gave tho group of servants a careless nod and smile and went straight into tho dining room, still followed by Mr. Drysdale. "A glorious Are," he said, holding out his thin, brown hands to the pleasant warmth. "Hut. all the same, Drysdale, I wish youV left me to die in tho south. Lanstead doesn't wont mo, and I don't want Lanstead. Well, you'll dine with mo tonight? No? Why not? You know how I hate being alone, Drysdale." "I'm very sorry, but my wife will expoet mo," Mr. Drysdale said ungraciously. "You are old enough to be ablo to amuse yourself, Sandys. Good night." "Good night. And now," Maurice Sandys said, standing up and looking down tho long room, with a smile half humorous and half bitter, "how am I to amuse myself, I wonder? Here, my good fellow, you needn't lay that table. I'm not going to dine alone. Bring me a cup of black coffee and some dry biscuits, if there's any in the place. Ami ask Mrs. Mallow what time the ]K8t8 go out." "Yes, sir." Tho footman hurried out with a seared look, and Maurieo Sandys threw himself into the nearest seat—a monk's liench in finely carved black oak— and dropped his head on his hands. "Cold as death here, and I was always fond of tho sunshine," ho muttered. "I wonder why I (Mime away. Did Drysdale really touch my conscience, or was it that Nice bored mo? The worso reason, I expect, to bo in keeping with my llfo. Is that you, Mm. Mallow?" "Yos, Mr. Maurieo. I have brought you •our coffee, sir. I thought," said the housekeeper nervously, "you might have orders to give."

No you must manago by yourself, Mrs. Mallow," Maurloe Sandys said, taking the ooffco cup from her. "I'm oortaln you can do It vory well. You see," carelessly looking up at her, "you won't have to keep house for mo vory long.'' "I beg your pardon, Mr. Sandys," faltered tho housekcopor. "Did not Mr. Drysdale tell you that I was coming home to die, Mrs. Mallow Someone should have done so," Maurice Sandys said quietly. "I'mafraid I've startled you. Sit down." "No, thank you, sir. I—lam sorry to hoar that, Mr. Sandys. Perhaps your native air"— "My native air has knocked half a dozen more nails In my cuffln already," said hor master rather sharply. "Never mind—only Mr. Drysdale should havo told you. Is this place damp? Tho room Is horribly cold.'' "Lot me put somo more wood on the Are, Mr. Sandys. John says you won dlno tonight-, sir. Will you sup. then? No? A glass of hot mulled wine before you go to IK\1, at least, sir?" "Yes, If you like." Mnurlee Sandys set down his empty coffee cup and began to crumble a biscuit Ivtwtvn his lingers. "Have vov» Uvn long at lanstead, Mrs. Mallow?" "Seven years, sir." "Ah, thanks." as the housekeeper deftly slipped a cushion Ivlween his tired her.d and the hard carved arm of the monk's bench. "That's better. Tell them to make up a big (Ire in my Uxlroom, and that is all. 1 think. Mrs. Mallow." "Thank you, sir. and P»KH1 nl^ht. I hope you will be better tomorrow, Mr Sandys.'' "Thank you." Maurice Sandys said, looking up at her with a curious smile "Perhaps I shall be. Good night, Mrs. Mallow.''

Tho landslip that had overwhelmed half Lanstead V11HRI had found ready hands and stout hearts to withstand It, and after a few hours' work tho doctor of tho —th regiment, Mr. Drysdale and two curates. Miss Drysdale and half a doscu strong Cornish women and a score of privates had done all that mere men and woiuen could do to resoue the living and to dig out the dead. And now the rescuers began to look about them and exchange a few words of sympathy or of congratulation. "You hen'! What aro you doing, sir, knocking aWmt herv stillf I thought I recommended V'iu to home an hour ago." The doctor turned ami caught the stranger's arm In an unceremonious grip. "What are you doing hero?" looking him up and down with keen professional atter tlon. "Why, don't you knowyou'r© 111, sir —Ill enough to be In lvd* What businohavo you here.*"' "Every business, said the young man, looking at him with a pair of brilliant dark eye*. "I'm Maurice Sandy*." Then be laughed and caught his breath. "You we, I'm no interloper, after all." "Manaltvv are you weklng your death

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Dr. Lysaght cried irascibly. "Every mln

lite you stop in this snow and this wind la taking a year off your life." "That's a pity," Maurice Sandys said, with a half smile, "because I'm going to stop some time.'' "I wash my handsof you," Edward Lysaght retorted angrily, and Maurloe Sandys turned to go back to the people who needed heart so much. One by one they were guided across the snow into safety, and at last there were left In the landslip only Maurice Sandys, the Irish doctor and a couple of laborers from Lanbery. "Are you satisfied now, Mr. Sandys?" the doctor asked satirically, "or would you like to picnic here till nightfall? Hold up, my boy," moving quickly forward as Maurice reeled back a step, his hand pressed to his side. "Here, my good fellows, bear a hand"— "No, I'll walk," Maurice Sandys interrupted, setting his teeth to keep back a groan, "if you'll let me have your arm."

So in silence and in infinite anguish the return journey was made, and then tho man who had saved 70 men of Lanstead gave up fighting against his pain and was carried up to his bedroom—he refused to be laid in any of the lower rooms—and there ministered to as tenderly as possible, but with no definite result. Presently, however, the rapid breathing quieted a little, and something of color came into the gray face pressed against the cushion in the big chair—he had absolutely declined to lie down on his bed—and now he pulled himself upright in the chair and held out his hand to Drysdale. "Well, Jack? Did I frighten your sister very badly? Tell her—afterward—how sorry I was.'' "Did you know what you were doing?" Mr. Drysdale asked hurriedly. "It was willfully throwing your life away if you did, Maurice." "I was always a good runner," Maurice Sandys said, smiling across at Lysaght, "but I didn't expect you to approve, Jack. I"— He stopped short, biting his lips to keep back a groan. "Of course I deserve this for playing the fool with angina pectoris," he whispered, as Lysaght bent hastily over him, "but—can't you chloroform me and put me out of my pain, doctor?"

Dr. Lysaght shook his head. "Commit murder with a pillar of the church not more than a yard away? Not I, Mr. Sandys. Besides, you're not going to die just yet." "No?" Maurice Sandys writhed around in his chair and pressed his tortured face into tho pillow again. "For God's sake, how much longer must I stand this?" "Two or three hours," Lysaght said gently. "My dear lad, I wish you dhl'i't take so much killing, but it won't be as bad as this all the time." "Ah, thank God!" Maurice Sandys whispered as the paroxysm passed. "There are no business affairs to see to. My will's over the In my desk, and you must put mo away underground as quickly as you can. Lysaght, will you give me some water? My mouth's like a kiln. Drysdale" "Yes, my dear fellow." "It makes me sick to think of the vault —but," wistfully, "would it be playing fair? My father and mother and all the other Sandysaredown there. What noise Is that, Lysaght?" "Some of the Lanstead men cheering outside," Dr. Lysaght said quickly. "Call to your sister and young Stebbing, Drys dale, and tell them to go down to the men and send them off. Tell them to say Mr Sandys"—dropping his voice almost to a whisper—"must not be disturbed—that ho is dying." "Nothing of the sort," Maurice Sandys said In a strong voice. "I'll see them myself. No, I'm not wandering, Drysdale. Lysaght knows that. Give me a hand up, will you, doctor? Thanks," as Gerald Stebbing came quietly up to him and threw a soft plaid over his shoulders—one Maud Drysdale had been wearing an hour before. "Open the window, will you, doctor? Who's that on the balcony, Miss Drysdale?"

Maud Drysdale turned with a little cry and caught at the hand he held out to her. "Oh, Mr. Sandys. You are better? And I was afraid"— "Much better," Maurloe Sandys said quietly, holding up his free hand to check the wild cheers that greeted him. "Please don't cheer me. I only ran the parson hero worked.'' He leaned forward a little more, speaking louder. "If you want to oheer, choose Dr. Lysaght and the men who worked under him. Cheer them and do it with a will. Shut the window, please."

He regained his armchair without Stebbing's help and sat down with a deprecating glance at Maud Drysdale. "They make me feel ashamed," he said rather breathlessly. "I wish"— "How pale and shaken you look," Maud said solicitously. "Shall I get you a little wine, Mr. Sandys?" "No, thanks. Yes, perhaps you'd better. The special port. Mrs. Mallow knows. It will put a little more life In me, my child." Then as the girl hurried away: "Go aftor her, Stebbing, and keep her out of tho room a quarter of an hour. I shan't toko more. Shake hands."

Tho curate hastened after Maud, and now Maurice Sandys lifted his head and looked straight into Edward Lysaght's eyes. "You were wrong, doctor," he said, trying to speak without a gasp between eaoh word. "I'm going. Shut the window, Drysdale I'm cold."

My dear Maurice, it is shut." "Don't let her come in," the master of Lanstead said, glancing at the door. "I should—frighten her. I"—

He lifted a fold of Maud's plaid In his nerveless ha. .ds and covered his face with it, and so lay for a minute or two. Then Dr. Lysaght went to his side and uncovered his face jently. But Maurice Sandys had no more need of air.—Black and White.

Her Point of View.

They were discussing the construction of anew gown. "From a hygienic point of view and merely as a matter of health," suggested the dressmaker, "I think it should be made"—

The haughty beauty stopped her by a gesture. "Hygienic point of view!" she exclaimed. "Matter erf health! What has that to do with it? When I want health, I will go to a doctor. When I want style, I come to you. We will now eliminate all absurdities and discuss this purely from a common sense standpoint Will it be fashionable and becoming?" —Philadelphia Times.

"De man dat boasts ob hischa'ty," said Uncle Eben, "makes some folks criticise. Bat be ain' es bad es de man dat ain* got no setose foh beastin, eben if be wanted ter."—Washington Star.

Tbe man who has begun to live mon seriously withiji begins live mote simply witixmti—Bishop Brooks.

NOBLES' REVENGE.

HE GOT EVEN WITH THE AUTHOR OF THE SPECIAL DELIVERY STAMP.

The Actor's Letter of Congntolstibnl to Postmaster General Vilas withdrawn For Sufficient Reasons, Which Appear

In This Story.

Milton Nobles, the actor and author, and Senator Vilas were schoolmates in Madison 35 years ago, and they went from the schoolhouse to the war together. Nobles thinks a good deal of his old schoolmate and is proud of the distinction he has won among the great men of his party.

When the special delivery stamp made its appearance, Senator Vilas, who was then postmaster general, received many complementary letters, among them one from Nobles. The rest of the story is best told by the author himself: "When I wrote this letter of congratulation to the general, I hadn't had occasion to use or receive any of the stamps, but the idea seemed to me to be a good one. I was spending a week at home in Brooklyn at the time. One bitter morning about 8 o'clock I was awakened by what seemed to me to be the ringing of all the fire bells in Brooklyn. Shoving my head out of the second story window, I could see a muffled figure on the steps below jerking the bell with savage fury. 'What is it?' I asked. At that moment the bell wire broke, and the figure fell backward down the steps. The snow was knee deep, and the wind was blowing 50 miles an hour. As the figure rolled down the steps I could hear some choice specimens of explosive English in a familiar accent, mingled with something about 'letter, special delivery.' After removing chains and bolts I opened the outer door, and the messenger blew into the vestibule in a sheet of snow. 'What is it? What have you got?' 'Letter.' '"What the Helen Blazes are you bringing a letter here for at this time of night?' 'Special delivery, sir, please.' 'I backed into the hall and slid my hand all over the wall, trying to find the matchsafe. The vestibule was full of snow, and I had commenced sneezing. 'Come in and shut the door!' I yelled. Bang went the door and out went my match just as I had got the gas turned on. Tbe messenger bumped up against me in the dark, stepped on my toes and shook a shovelful of snow off his shoulders about my feet, filling my slippers and dropping down my back. I finals? succeeded in lighting the gas, signing the book, pushing the messenger out and bolting the door. Then I went up stairs with my prize. I examined the long blue stamp carefully. It •was tho first one that I had received. Then I devoted about five minutes to wondering what the dickens it was all about After a time it occurred to me to open it and see. The handwriting was unknown, but the refrain was 1. miliar. Here it is: "SHKBOTGAH, Wis. Jan. 19. "Milton Noblee, Esq.: "DEAR BIB—YOU will doubtless be surprised at receiving this letter from an entire stran ger. But I feel that I was born to be an actor. "I am but 22, 6 feet 9, light curly hair, blue eyes and have flayed several parts with the Sheboygan Amateur society. I inclose notices My family object to my going on the Btage, but 1 feel that it is my duty, and as I would only join a first class company my friends urged me to write to you. Should like to play lovers' parts. I saw you play In Milwaukee last falL Can come any time. I have also written a play. Could you lend me 20? Tours to command, I. ARTHUR Joins. "(Stage name—E. Forrest Melnotte.) "P. 8,—The new special delivery stamp has just got here, and I put one on to see how it works. J. A. J.

"By the time I had finished reading this letter I had a chill. Three hours later I bad such a cold that I could not open my eyes. I remained in my room for treatment for three days. On the fourth day I became convalescent, and tho first labor I performed was the writing of tho following letter: "BROOKLYN, Jan. 28.

Bon. W. F. Vilas, Postmaster General, Wash ington: "DEAR SIR—Quite recently, in a moment of unguarded enthusiasm, I wrote yon a letter congratulating you upon the brilliant stroke of genius made manifest in the promulgation of the special delivery stamp.

Recent events have given me a wider knowledge of the subject and opened my eyes to the pernicious consequences likely to follow your gigantic blunder. "I desire to withdraw my letter and enter a protest against your making any use of the sarao as an apparent indorsement of your new departure 6r with a view to your securing a situation in the future. This need not necessarily interfere with our friendship, but between friendship and business the line must be drawn somewhere, and I choose, for reasons conclusive to yself, to draw it at the 3 a. m. special delivery. Very truly yours, "MILTON NOBLKS.

I cat the special delivery stamp from the Sheboygan letter and pasted it on the envelope, and, inclosing both in another letter, I sent them to a friend in Washington with a few lines of explanation and instruction. Tbe next stormy night my friend, following instructions, hired a special messenger, and at 3 pi m. he began ringing Postmaster General Vilas' doorbell. First a servant came, then the general's secretary, but tbe messenger was firm he most see the general. Thinking probably that war had been declared in Haiti and a midnight session of tbe cabinet called, tbe general slipped an ulster on over bis nightshirt and went down to tbe door. Tbe messenger shoved tbe letter into bis band and bolted on a doable quick. "Tbe obnoxious stamp has not been called in, bat I bad my revenge on tbe postmaster general. "-—Milwaukee Sen* tineL

Obliging.

"Madam," said Meandering Mike,'' "bev ye got any cold coffee?'' "No," replied young Mrs. Torkina in a tone of sympathy, "but yon wait a few minutes and I'll put some in tbe Refrigerator and cool it for you.''— Washington Star.

TERBB HATTTB SATUBDAY EVENING MAIL, HAY 1, 1897.

COURSING LIZARDS.

The AmnMmeut of a Tame Eagle Vxi the Art zona Desert.

In St. Nicholas Wolcott Le Clear Beard writes of'' Moses, a Tame Eagle,'' which was one of his pets while he was engaged in engineering in southern Arizona. Mr. Beard says he was very fond of tbe lizards with which these plains abounded, and one large variety, called swifts, from their remarkable speed in running, seemed to be especially coveted.

Whenever one of these was caught, which was not often, Moses would be brought out, and, after the swift had taken a ten foot start, would be set free. The lizard would promptly resolve itself into a white streak across -the desert, and, screaming with excitement, half running, half flying, Moses would pursue, followed by the laughing crowd, of which only those on horseback had much chance of keeping up. It was in no sense a cruel sport. It amused Moses and us and didn't hurt the swift, for he got aiVay every time, and if the feelings of our pet were a trifle injured as he returned, perched on some one's wrist or saddle horn, from his fruitless hunt these were speedily soothed by the prompt gift of a nice bit of fresh beef, so no one was the worse. The lizards, however, he seemed to view as a 6ort of dessert, and as he could absorb an unlimited quantity they were always in demand.

A certain, stick kept on the veranda of our office was generally under his eye, and when any one picked this up and started for a walk across the desert Moses would bop gravely along behind, sure that some of his favorite dainties would soon be forthcoming.

Of course Moses was perfectly well able to catch the smaller kinds of lizards for himself, but there was less exertion in allowing some one else to do it for him, and exertion at this period of his life was a thing to which Moses was violently opposed. These occasions were almost the only ones when he would be silent for any length of time, for he seemed to understand perfectly that at the first note of his voice every lizard within hearing would run for its life to the nearest refuge, and only when a blow of the stick failed for tbe second or third time to reach its mark would he give utterance to his deep disgust at such clumsiness.

CURRENT TOPICS.

Themes Which Men and Women course About ofl Street Cars.

Young women, unmarried: Lovely, 509 just perfectly lovely, 491 horrid, 476 gorgeous, 468 fellow, 409 engaged, 887 dress, 871 stunning, 852 love, 295 party, 291 wear, 284 she, 206 opera, 108 ring, 81 mamma, 28 papa, 16 music, 9 mother, 1 picture, 1 poem, 1 art, 1. "I intend," concluded the doctor, "to pursue this subject further, and may be able to give additional figures that will be interesting. '*—Cleveland Leader.

The Largest Book.

Professor Max Muller of Oxford, in a recent lecture, called attention to the largest book in tbe world, tbe wonderful Kuth Daw. It consists of 729 parts in the shape of white marble plates, covered with inscriptions, each plate built with a temple of brick. It is found near the old priest city of Mandalay, in Burma, and this temple city of more than 700 pagodas virtually makes up this monster bcok—the religious codex of the Buddhists. It is written in Pali Bather strange to say, it is not an ancient production, but its preparation was prompted by the Buddhistic party of this century. It was erected in 1857 by the command of Mindomin, the second of tbe last kings of Burma.—Home Journal.

Real.

Little Bessie bad been taken in Co see ber new baby brother for the first time. "Do yon think you will like him, Bessie?" asked her father. "Why, yes," she said, clapping ber hands delightedly. "There isn't any sawdust about him at all, is there? He's a real meat baby."—Pick Me Up.

Doneatte Limitation*.

"After all, boarding house life has its advantages." "How so?" "When a man gets tired of canned vegetables, be dare not say so to bit Wife "—Chicago Record.

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A certain physician of this city, who never neglects an opportunity to study the traits of the people among whom his business takes him, has been making some observations recently that may serve as a basis for estimating-ttye character of the average modern American. "I have to travel on street cars a good deal," the physician said in explaining his course of procedure, "and I hear all kinds of people talk. A short time ago I thought I would keep a record of the words most frequently used within my hearing by people of all classes. "I omit names, profanity and vulgarity, but otherwise this list, which represents one week's street car conversation, is absolutely correct. Here, then, is a summary of what married men talk about: "Dollars mentioned within my hearing, 407 times business, 295 money, 206 dollar, 194 stocks, 163 bonds, 152 job, 81 son, 68 daughter, 11 wife, 4 literature, 0 musio, 0 art, 0. "Married women: She, 409 party, 826 dress, 824 splendid, 816 dol lars, 201 trimming, 187 cards, 151 prize, 151 society, 130 baby, 129 clothes, 84 weather, 62 rich, 60 lovely, 59 perfectly awful, 46 doctor, 48 medicine, 84 music, 6 literature, 0 art, 0. "Young men, unmarried: Corker, 502 daisy, 467 girl, 416 beaut, 891 fairy, 306 winner, 802 stunner, 284 hummer, 251 dance, 104 party, 87 old man, 88 fight, 79 money, 72 dollars, 60 no good, 42 cigarette, 81 college, 1 literature, 0 music, 0 art, 0.

DIPLOMATIC AUCTIONS.

At these sales snobdom turns stoutly out The bidding is hot and fast and high. There is nothing so lusted for by a certain sort of American, cringingly numerous hereabout, as a wine which has been justified by an embassador's taste, or apiece of furniture or bric-a-brac which has been soiled by noble and titled contact. And, therefore, these legation auctions furnish the most heated bid combats. And many a fool is fleeced.

It is also to be remarked that these sales string out in endless fashion, day following day, as fools flock to be bunkoed. The stock, whether of wine or furniture or cast off noble garments, never runs low. The widow's store of oil showed no better staying powers. As long as custom hangs about the chanters shout, tbe red flag floats and the stock of goods to be disposed of flows by with current unabated.

For, mark you, rather than disappoint or send any full hearted alien chaser away from this sale with aching heart and .empty band& the auctioneer each night moves in a new stock to replace the disappearances of tbe day before. Each morning the legation rooms are as unstripped, the' cabinets as full of bric-a-brac, the bins as replete with rare old wines as at the beginning.

Thus it runs forward until no more sheep appear to be shorn and even the toadies have enough. Then the flag comes down and the legation sale is at an end.—New York Journal.

Cp to Date.

Johnson Man alive, you've only been wasting your talents. The play is execrable, the worst I ever saw. How could you write such rubbish? There's not an idea in it

Bronson—That's all right What do yon want me to do—revolutionize the modern drama?—Brooklyn Eagle.

One pound of learning requires ten pounds of common sense to apply it— lussian Proverb.

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Brio-a-brae Bargains Eagerly Sought the Shrine of the Red Flag.

There is a graceful custom amcn^ foreign diplomats at the capital that we may as well trench upon. I refer to the auction sale which frequently befalls on the occasion of the recall of one of our alien embassadors or ministers.

For two weeks before their excellencies decamp the local papers revel in a long and lurid "ad." recounting the recall of the embassador or minister and declaring how on a certain day all people so minded are invited to appear and contest at public vendue for a dazzling list of plunder in said "ad." set forth.

Prime among the properties for sale yon will notice wines and many a thing besides that are as articles of commeroe highly tariffed. But in these cases courtesy has held the tariff at bay. All of a legation's ^ines and cigars and furniture—in fact, everything of a personal sort that a legation causes to be brought to America—is passed scot free at our customs. One will readily discern that a ripe profit might be made to roll pleasantly up at one of these untariffed legation sales. Our own tradespeople must, however, pay the fiddler in each notable instance.

Notice Is hereby given that. The Torro Haute Trust Co., as administrator of the estate of Richard A. Tlernan deceased, in pursuance of tho orders of the Vi«o Circuit court, will offer for sale and sell at nubile auct ion, at the south dcor of the court house. In Terre llaute. Vlifo county. Indiana, on tho 22nd day of May. 1807, at 10 o'clock a. m. of said day, tho following parcels of real estate, situated In tho city or Terre Haute, Vigo county, Indiana, to-wlt:

Lot Xo. throe (3), In tho subdivision mado by tho commissioners in the proceedings In said court for the partition of the real estato of said lilchard A. Tlernan, being In out lot No. 55, of the outlots of Torre Haute also

Lot No. six (6), In said subdivision, and tho undivided one-fourteenth. 1-14. of the north half. (H), of lot No. eight, (8), In Uooltln's addition to Terro Haute, said real estate to bo sold In parcels to the highest bidder.

TERMS: Ono third cash in hand and one third In six months, and one third In twelve months, the deferred payments to bear Interest at six per cent.* waiving valuation and appraisement laws with attorneys fees secured by notes and mortgages on tho premises. TERRE HAUTE TRUST CO.

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Tbe parity of tbe lily, the clow of tbe rose, and the flush of Hebe combine in Pozxoiri's wondrous Powder.