Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 28, Number 45, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 7 May 1898 — Page 7

I:

THE LOVER.

[Japanese.]

It ia dark and lonesome here Beneath the windy eaves, The cold, cold ground my bed,

My coverlet dead leaves, M'" vy bedfellow 'fu i"aio that wets my sleeves 1 If It be day or night

I know not, cannot say, For ata like a child Who has lost his troubled vray Till I sea the white of tho hoar frost.

Then I know it is day.

I touch the silent strings. The broken Into complains. The sweets of lore are gone,

Tho bitterness remains Like the memory of Hammer In the time of the long rains.

A few wore days and nights My tears will ceaso to flow. For I hear a voice wllhic

Which tells ma I shall go Before the morning hoar frost Becomes tho night of enow. —R. H. Stoddard in Harper's Magazine.

ON THE BlUJJGE.

The night was dark, Overhead tho few sad stars were shining dimly, buffeted by the clouds, and the water underneath hurried between tho arches with a strange rush past as If fearing a sudden despairing burden from above. On the bridge wero two shadows, two only in tho bitter wind.

"My dear Charlotte, why did you do it?" "I bad to. Ono must be civil." "But why tonight? I cannot eat or drink while this goes on, and I am famishing-"

The hosted bent over across the flowers and murmured sagely, "Dear, when I asked him, I was morally sure that ho had a vestry meeting," and thon Bho drew back a littlo remorsefully.

Mrs. Chatter ton had invited one too many, nnd this ono was doing all the talking. The hungry blank boforo dinner had been filled with his sonorous voioe, and tho samo voice, in its mats meeting tone, was thundering down the table, compelling tho frivolous to attend. Tho very serv ants appeared to feel that tbey had no business to offer anything to oat.

Tho Rov. .Johnson was an earnest man, and tbeso men havo no compunction. Ho had few other opportunities of touching such worldly people, and his thin, kind, clever foco was eager. Flo had been holding forth upon tho awful desolation boyond theso doors. "Not so very far," ho was saying—and his soup was cold—"others, mon and women, aro Keeking shelter, wnndoring in tho night. They watch tho glimmer of lamps, houses lit llko yours, and their despair be comes more bittor to enduro when they think of tho happiness beyond" ("Which you aro properly diminishing," said Colonel Somebody to hlnif-elf). "It'snot:fair, it's not right. It is your task to ehango it. Not with a guinea hero and there, but with earnest, honest help. Go and look and you will bellevo it. Think of it, hero hundreds of happy homes" (a womnn under her breuih said "happy!"), "thoro hundreds shut out—shut out, do you understand?—from all but tho pain of life. That very bridge yonder! Sirs. Chatterton, you know it, but only in tho sunshine, when tho water ripples gladly enough. Your carrlago rattles over it hastily in the dark. Theso others know it in tho night. Thgy creep thoro, hungry and weary, to hide thcmsolvos in tho shadows, dark on tho bridge, and darker upon the water, with tho darkest of all shadows in their hearts. Do you over think of that, Mrs. Cbiittortonf"

Tho hostess put both hands up to her fair, wild hair—a habit of hers when troubled. Tho look of airy satisfaction had left her face. "Poor things!" said Bho. "I don't llko going to ptaro at them when they aro re claimed liko convicts. I wish I could go thoro some dreadful night and carry thoiu all off and make them happy." "A pity it should only lien wish," said tho Rov. Johnson, glancing dryly across the pretty wilderness of silver and ferns nnd glares. Ho did not bellevo in Mrs. Chattortuii. She was liko a roso leaf whirled over tho grass by tho summer winds and quite as careless. Then ho bent quietly to his plate, but after ono mouthful ho began again to Impress theso people, most of whom did not of ton hear his words elsewhere.

Mrs. Chatterton was clasping nnd unclasping her fingers nervously, as If she wero to blannt for all. Mr. Peterson, at tho other end of tho table, was only thinking that this dinner was a fiasco. Ho was the father of a littlo girl who had died— yes, but ho was not frivolous. Ho was aho tho father of many sons, nnd some men have few ideas, letting tho sad ones slip. Theso do uot need distractions—trifles. Tho Rov. Johnson principally addressed himself to Mr. Peterson,

Mr. Butteriield was getting all tho attention of tho servants. Ho was almost the only person who did not keep things waiting at his elbow, but then ho was a rich tunn and a hard man, rumor said, nnd perhaps ho was not lightly moved. Miss lavender, on his left, was an authoress. She was handsome and tall and brilliant, nnd her mouth took on a sarcastic twist whenever she had to listen to other people's views. It seemed this time as if her patience failed her. Sho turned to Mr. Butterfleld all atoned and in a rather high voice inquired what he thought of a certain play. The Rev. Johnson looked earnestly at them both nnd judged thorn.

It waskdark on the bridgo, and tho wind was bitter. Mr. Butterfleld bad taken a strange way home.

Ho, tho bard roan of the world, oould hardly account for the way In which he bad been stirred by facts bo bad already board more than once. He had meant to walk to bis own house across tho square, but bis feet bad almost unconsciously led him hither, "to have a look," ho assured himself uneasily, shivering in tbe oold. On either side down tho water was a wavering line of lights in tbe distance tbe rumbling of a carriage on tbe bridgo nothing. "It is a strange thing," the Rev. Johnton had said in parenthesis, "bow these waifs vary in tbrlr haunts! Some nights tbe bridge Is lined with despairing men, and on others it Is deserted,"

Mr. Butterfleld shivered again and whiitki '"There is me," be muttered grimly.

His mind wandered to bis neighbor of that spoiled dinner party, tbe clover Mias Lavender. He admired her. bad always admired ber, with all her independence and startling ways—and yet—something In ber that night had jarred. A woman who oould hear unmoved the pitiful stories that had heed urged upon them, whocooid torn impatiently and Interrupt with a vain talk of plays, was hardly the woman a man would want—for bis wife.

Zt troubled him more than be would

have thought, and b« tried to shut out the

Ibdcj,

leaning

over

Into tho awful water. Thsro was a great

darkness underneath, and in it he could imagine dead faces rising, eyes wide with a Used despair.

Suddenly he started. There was a thing gliding past—a woman. With a strange, rapid motion she wandered to and fro. Her hands were clasped as if in distress of mind, and her face* dimfy vislbla in the starlight, looked thin and haggard—a woman surely with a ruined life.

Mr. Butterfleld could not watch her calmly. Up till then he had contrived to believe himself actuated by an impart! si spirit of investigation, but something in her gait, in her averted face, reminded him of another woman, and that lent a curious pain to his disturbed regard. At first ho had thought a little whimsically of bringing this waif—with a check—to the Rev. Johnson, to bo penned in one of his institutions. Would the parson feel remorseful when be saw the man at whom ho bad glared reproachfully march up thus? Gut the half smile faded, and be put away the fancy. He could only think of the woman.

She was leasing over the parapet as he bad leaned, and gazing as he bad gazed (but with, alas, how much more horrible fasoination 1) into the lightle^s water. How black, how fatal it was, and yet how quiet! Watching her, ho began to fear that any instant might Iln4 her disappearing intc its awful depths, but if be were to hurry forward would not alarm and the instinctive terror of being frustrated cause the poor, mad, despairing soul to fling herself into the river?

Anxiously, prudently, he sidled along the wall as if contemplating the rushing water, with his right hand ready to grip her arm. Ho was near at last,, and sho lifted her eyes with a wild glanco at him. What should he do if she fought for the chance of leaving a bitter world? How could a man unused to violonco control desperate woman? What if sho would not bear him, would not be rescued and led away?

Tbero was a sound of wheels. If only Providence would send that late cab across the bridge! Failing the police, who were all away, ho could enlist that driver. But had ho tho wherewithal? Mr. Butterfleld felt in his trousers pockets and know ho had. With straining ears he listened to hear if the wheels woro indeed appronchlng.

Tho woman grow agitated. She wns getting her arms frco of her long black cloak. Mr. Butterfleld started forward, and then sho sprang at him and clutched him by tho coat.

He saw her faoo clearly then. Her eyes wore glistening, and tears wore running down hor cheoks. "Don't despair!" sho cried. "Oh, don despair! Lifo is worth living if you will bo bravo."

Mr. Butterfleld was tlumb. "Oh, I am glad I came," sho wont on, still holding his coat In a tight clutch, unablo to Eoe distinctly through her tears. "I thoughc at first it was ono of tho nights when tho bridge is doserted, and I wns going back to my maid, and then I saw you. Poor man! I watched you, and I feared—I know what you would attompt. But I stopped you in time—in time.",

Tho voico and tho daring of tho expedition, without tho sight of her faco closo to his in tho sturlight, would have told him It was MlssLavonder. Ho listened, speechless, with nil his ideas overthrown. Ho had been judged, and, though admiring her, ho hod judged her also. 'In his utter astonishment a single thought was all that his brain could hold. Aftor all, sho was the woman a man might want for a wife.

Tho wheels had not been idle, and a oarriago camo hurrying up tho bridgo. It stopped, nnd a lady got impetuously out and walked toward tho two. Surely Mrs. Cbattorton's eager, oxcitod faco! "Poor souls! Poor souls!" sho cried impulsively. "I could not sleep. I know thero wero others houseless in this bitter night. Life has been hard for you, hard and crud, but I will ehango it. What money can do—and pity!"

Then Mr. Butterfleld found speech.— Windsor Magazine.

English Electioneering.

In nn nrticlo on "English and American Electioneering," Sydney Brooks, in Tho Chtiutanqunn, says: "Day after day you will sco ladies of refinement and soclnl position sitting from 10 to 4 in tho midst of tho bustling disorder, addressing wrappers. mailing circulars, doing tho clerical work of tho oampaign. Sometimes they sally forth with canvassing cards to beard the intelligent electorate in its den. Each registered voter whoso namo appears upon their can! is called upon, is crossed examined, is argued with, Is often persuaded, this, too, in districts whoso inhabitants do not nlways conduct arguments by word of mouth alone. To a Conservative this fair canvasser will dilate on tho virtues of Lord Rosobery and leave him with a batch of Radical leaflets, promising to call again. A confirmed Liberal she will greet with holy joy, ask after his wife and children and decorate his parlor window with a portrait of their beloved candidate. "Tho wretched boing who has not made up bis mind how to vote can havenopeaoe till ho has given her a decisive answer. Sho will visit him, plead with him, harangue him, appeal to bim, till the poor fellow has to yield to get rid of ber and back to his work. In the evenings she will sit on the platform by ber candidate's side, perhaps make a little speech, and on election day she will send ber horses and oarriages to drive honest Bill from bis faotory or workshop to tbe polling plaoe and back. I have yet to meet political work era who equal English women in enthusiasm, persistence and individual effectiveness."

Be Emptied His Pockets.

Tbe Comte de Corbieres, minister of the interior to Louis XVIII, while working in tbe king's cabinet one day became absorbed In his work and so far forgot himself as to place bis snuffbox on the king's desk after taking snuff,

Tbe king observed this unheard of familiarity from tbe corner of bis eye, but said nothing. Presently the minister whipped out his pocket handkerchief and placed it beside the snuffbox. "M. de Corbieres," remarked the king at last, "yon appear to be emptying your pockets." "Perhaps so, sim," was the calm response, "but that Is much better than fill* ing them."

Tbe king smiled at tho clever hit at tbe corruption of some of the minister's predecessor*. Corbieres was noted lor his scrupulous integrity.

Seekers after gold are often disappointed. Seekers after health take Hood's Sarsaparilla and find it meets every expectation.

CMaeate Toor ttowct* with CaMmrwt*. Cawly CutfcMtk. care constipation forever. Ite,95c* If C.C. fati, Oraggisuretoadmowey.

\f

the parapet to gaze

TTTPIT AM A TTfi- A

v* ALA JA LillulVri -1U

NEW WAR SCENES MINGtED WITH HISTORIC MEMORIES. SH&' V-

Impressive Appearance of tho Colored Tweaty-flfth Regiment—Superior Discipline and Honorable Record—Kew Opportunities For Oar Fighting Generals. 'Special Correspondence.]

CmcKAMAUGA

Park, May 2.—When

tho rataplan of the drains sounded a la«t tattoo for the armies of Grant and Snerman at the clossof the Washington grand review in I8G5, it seemed as though the curtain had dropped upon *war and war scenes for the rest of the lifetime of those of us who had survived the storm of battlo. Since then we have had military pageants and reviews and tnnsters of armed men accompanied by the mimicry of war, but not until now has there been aroused in veteran campaigners the old feeling that we are in the midst of war. And with all the waving of flags, the beat of drums, the movement of troops in the east and along the route I had not found it difficult to keep a civilian equipoise until 1 struck the martial camp of the United States regulars in this battlefield encampment.

The camp is here now solely for the reason that this ground was once the scene of a terrible battle, yet it is not that alone which makes tho atmosphere so warlike today. It is the soldiers themeelves and their martial carriage and air and ways, irrespective of brass

SKODGRASS HOUSE.

buttons and buiitiug. A camp of the regulars anywhere and at any time is warlike everything is so grimly methodical. All that there is to see and to hear denotes the profession of arms.

Today' as I started from General Brooke's headquarters on Thomas' old battleground to cross tho park to the famous Widow Glenn field, where the Twenty-fifth colored regiment pitched its camp, I rejoiced that although I was in a park there were no warnings posted about, "Keep off tbe grass." But my short cut was cut short the moment I struck tbe intervening Dyer field, where tho main body of the regulars is encamped. Seeing an open space between tho stables and tents of a battery, I coolly walked on as though to cross it, but instantly a soldier armed with a saber halted me and with a sweep of his blade through the air motioned me back. A camp of regular troops anywhere, in peace as well as in war, is forbidden ground for outsiders. Rules are different in the easy going militia camp. Taking a roundabout course, I reached Camp Boynton to find the colored troops at drill, nettled over the reminder of my military rustiness, a feeling which increased when I saw soldiers with black faces performing better evolutions than I ever saw in wartime and doing it to commands I did not understand. Part of tbe time the commands wore given by the new system of bugle signals, which the inventor, Colonel A. S. Btirt of the Twenty-fifth, wps testing for field us3.

The soldiers of the Twenty-fifth are proud of their colonel, and he is proud of his command. When asked if the colored troopg will fight, he simply refers to their record in the civil war, then says, "Look at them and judge for yourself." There is really no comparison between the colored men in arms here and those seen at the front in the war.

It is 20 years since colored Troop of the Ninth cavalry, now encamped here, dashed through the lines of hostile Utes on White river and rescued Major Thornbnrgb's command from massacre. Every horse in tbe troop was killed. On the breasts of the men here are to be seen medals won in that famous action. General John R. Brooke, oommanderof tbe troops here, although well known on the plains, will be better remembered by eastern war veterans than those of western armies. Ho it was who at tbe storming of Marye's Heights seized a knoll within 50 yards of the stone wall and staid there with a shattered regiment after tbe rest of the army bad been slaughtered or repulsed.

In many respects this is an ideal camp ground. It is within 400 miles of the ooast east and sooth, is high and rolling and supplied with water from arte sian wells. The ground is well laid out and provided with fine roads. The col ored camp is around Rosecrans' former headquarters, and that ground, with the fields between it and Brooke's headquarters, occupied by the batteries and cavalry, was the scene of fighting in which the right Federal wing was crushed while attempting to cross over and join Thomas on the historio ridge. That this is ancient history I was reminded today while crossing the park. Noticing some laborers clearing a spot of ground, I learned that they were preparing to set up a memorial to the Georgia Confederates who fell at Cbickamanga. Such an incident in a national park alive with national troops making ready for war shows that we lite under anew coder of things.

Among the regulars there are many officers and soldiers from the south. With tbe arrival at tbe volunteers then are whole regiments of Virginians, Carolinians and Texans fraternizing with men from New England, the middle states and the great northwest,

Qaoun g"*—

A Youthful Reasoner.

"Johnny," exclaimed Mr. Blykins, "what are yon doing?" "Thinking, sir." "How dare yon waste your time thinking, when yon ought to be studying your lesson?" "I was thinking about my lesson." "What book are you engaged in perusing at this time?" iuqnirad the old gentleman. "Ka^nral history.''' "Ah, a very useful and interesting study It broadens the ideas and assists in taking the mind froru the customary cares of life without the danger of demoralization which sometimes attends frivolous forms of diversion.". "Yes, sir." "How far along have you proceeded in the study of natural history?" "I'm learning about amphibious animals now." "And a highly interesting branch of the animal kingdom. Can you name an amphibious auimal—one with which we are all familiar?" And Mr. Blykins folded his hnuds before him and gazed at his son with a look of wise expectancy. "I think so. Is man an animal?" "In the scientific sense, yes." "And an amphibious animal is one that consumes both air and water?" "Yes." "Then a man is one. If he weren't, what would be the use of having any soda fountains?"—Washington Star.

They tore a Fire.

"There aro many men in London who have a positive craze for witnessing fires," said an old fireman to tbe writer, "and they are ready to fetart at a moment's notice in any direction when news of fire reaches them. Of course they are men whose time is their own, $ud many of them are'west end swells.' "But the craze isn't as fashionable as it was in my younger days. Why, in the early seventies there wasn't a club in the west end that hadn't got its 'fire mandais,' as they were called, and there was a regular system of messengers to carry the news of a big conflagration. It was the Prince of Wales who set the fashion, and whenever there was a big blaze he was always there with Lord Amberley or some other friend of similar tastes. No distance was too great and no night too dark, or stormy to keep them away, and I've been told that some of them had records of hundreds of fires, from an oilshop to the big blase at the Alexandra palace. "Tho prince lost his taste for this kind of excitement long ago, but there aro dozens of the younger 'bloods' who wouldn't miss a big fire for anything." —London Standard.

Korea.

Of intellectual and spiritual life there is but a feeble glimmer. For 3,000 years the influence of China has been at its dr^ rotting work. The language, literature and moral teaching of China are the badges of refinement, have depredated tbe native tongue, and in consequence tbe natural mental development, and have drawn a line of demarkation between the aristocracio or Chinese bred and the plebeian Korean speaking classes.

Of late there has been some reaction, Japanese prompted, so that official documents and The Gazette are now issued in a mixed script, partly Enmun, tho national language, and partly Chinese. This revival of the language is the most hopeful sign of Korea. Necessarily since the mortmain of China has kept the national life at its lowest ebb the religions teaching is Chinese too. Confucianism is the doctrine of the upper classes, its precepts vigorously honored in the breach, just as the Ten Commandments aro made conspicuous farther west.— Blackwood's Magazine.

The Doctor Was Oat.

A doctor perpetrated a witticism at his own expense late one night last week. He had lost his latchkey, tbe door was locked, he was cold from a long ride, and the more he clanged the doorbell the more the suspicion grew in his mind that some one had chloroformed the household.

But his sister had been aroused by tbe bell. "Some one to see the dootor and he'sout, and I shall have to answer the bell or they'll ring all night, "she said to herself and hurried down to the door clad in light attire and sleepy im patience.

Opening the door a little, not far enough to present ber dishabille to any intruding eye, she shonted into the frosty air, "The doctor's out!" and closed the door with the quickness of a camera slide. "Yes, I know he's out," screamed the irate M. D., "and he wants to get in, —London Answers.

Toothful Marriages In Algiers.

A census was taken lately in Algeria, and it was found that the jonngest Arab married man was 12 years old and that there were very many boys who were married at 13 and 14, while some at 16 years of age had several wives. There is a youthful Algerian widower of 15 and a divorced husband of tbe same age. Girls are still more precocious and are sometimes married when only 11 years old, tbongh 13 ia tbe more usual age. There are 189 widows of 16 and 1,178 divoroees at th# same age.—London Sketch.

as

Qualified.

"So Blix passed his law examinations with flying colors?" "Yes, tbe examining committee pro* pounded 100 principal laws to bim, qpd be told bow 95 of them oould be evaded." —Detroit Journal.

Maxim's cavalry gun, which fires 700 shots a minute, weighs but 80 pounds and can be carried strapped to a soldier's back. The gun he made for the sultan fires 770 shot a minute, but it is a fieldpiece on wheels.

It Is said that 60 percent of the of shortsightedness are hereditary.

Who's at the Helm.

M, I Wheli

4sicktieSs

once begins In a family

the troubles multiply so fast that they seem to come in overwhelming waves. No wonder if sometimes one or both of the parents gives oat under the strain and perhaps some kind neighbor or one of the younger •W:

members of the household ha3 to seize the helm and keep the little family ship off the rocks of actual distress. The poor sick father or mother thinks O, if I could only get on my feet and be at work how different it wonld be

Day after day the ailing one struggles to rise superior to the misery that weighs him or her down hoping against hope that the next day will be abetter one. The doctor is sent for. He gives all the "regulation stereotyped remedies but they prove of no avail. Then follow more days and weeks— perhaps weary months—of waiting and hoping for the restoration that does not come while every heart is filled with the foreboding question: What will be the end?"

A man doesn't know what is the matter with him he feels all the strength and energy oozing out of him he can't work he can't eat he can't sleep he can't even think clearly. He loses heart and courage and flesh prettv soon he feels badly in his lungs. The doctors call it consumption and prescribe lung specifics. But what the man needs is a medicine to go deep down into the foundations of the trouble clear the poison out of his blood wake up his liver, purify, revitalize and build up his system from the foundation stone. He needs Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery which has cured innumerable cases of obstinate liver complaint which the doctors diagnosed as hopeless consumption.

The work of this masterful Discovery begins at the very corner-stone of life in the stomach and nutritive organism. It gives'appetite, nourishment, rich blood, healthy solid flesh. A cough is only a symptom there are other things that make the cougli they must be got rid of first, the cough may be the last thing to go away.

Does Dr. Pierce claim to cure consumption? That question isn't worth arguing. Look at the record. Take a case in point. Here is a man (or woman) with a hacking cough, a hectic flush, night-sweats, great emaciation or wasting of flesh, spitting of blood, shortness of breath and all the other symptoms. After every remedy and every local physician has failed, he, as a last resort, takes "Golden Medical Discovery" ana the cough vanishes, the cheek gets back its natural color, sleep becomes sound and refreshing, the spitting of blood stops, flesh and muscles become firm, weight increases, and life goes along in quiet and comfort to the full limit of the three score years and ten.

But may be it wasn't consumption after all May be it wasn't. You know it was something that was attacking the very citadel of life, and it was something that was cured by the use of Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery. And Dr. Pierce is curing such "somethings" right along with a record of over a quarter of a million cases, and not more than three per cent, of failures.

One fact, at least, is well established. That the "Golden Medical Discovery" does cure weak lungs, bleeding from lungs, obstinate, lingering coughs, laryngitis, bronchitis, throat disease, and kindred affections of the air passages, which, if neglected or badly treated, lead up to consumption, can no longer be doubted in view of the many thousands of well established cures of such cases reported by the most trustworthy citizens. Many of these cases have been pronounced consumption —and incurable—by the best local physicians before the sufferers commenced the use of Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery.

More than half a million copies of Dr. Pierce's Common Sense Medical Adviser were sold at $1.50 each, but a free paperbound edition is now issued of which a copy will be sent absolutely without charge for the bare cost of mailing—2x one-cent stamps. These should be sent to World's Dispensary Medical Association, Buffalo, N. Y. One copy only will be sent to one family If a heavier cloth-bound copy is preferred ten stamps extra should be sent

Tlic Old Back Heard.

Joseph baa gone into the service of two old bachelors, brothers, who are so much alike that they can hardly be told apart, but of whom one is deaf. Thinking be was Bpeaking to the latter, Joseph brings the letters and newspapers on bis first morning and remarks: "There's the paper, you old buck."

What is bis confusion to bear tbe old gentleman answer benevolently: "It is my brother who is deaf, not II"—Gaulois.

The Popular Taste.

"How did Professor Dryly happen to have such an immense audience last night?" "The local papers got mixed, and he appeared in tbe ball where it was announced that a vaudeville show would be given. "—Detroit Free Press.

Why.

"Golightly boasts that be never changes bis mind." "He can't No one will swap with him."—Brooklyn Life.

when You Are Tired

Without extra exertion, languid, dull and listless, your blood is failing to supply to your muscles and other organs the vitalizing and strength-giving properties tbey require. Hood's Sarsaparilla cures that tired feeling by enriching and purifying the blood. It will give you energy and vigor.

Hood's Ptli-s are easy to take, easy to operate. Cure indigestion, biliousness. 25 cents.

To make your Sunday dinner complete, go to Fiess & Herman, 27 north Fourth street, where yon will always find an abundance of the choicest meats of all kinda They have also on hand sausages of all kinds of their own maka Telephone 252.

To Care Constipation Forever. Take Ca»carcU Caodj Cathartic. 10c or 254. If C. C. C. fall to core, druggliitu refund money.

Trains marked thus run dully. Trains marked thus ft) run Sundays only. All other trains run daily. Sundays excepted.

VANDALIA LINE. MAIN I.IJCB.

Arrive from the East. 7 West, Ex*. 1.30 a 15 Mail & Ac* 9.40 a 5 St. L. Lim* 10.10 am £1 St.

Leave for the West. 7 West, Ex*.. 1.40 a tu 5 St. Llm*.39.15 a 21 St. L. Ex*.. 2.40 3 Eff. Ac 8.45 11 Fast Mall*. S.00

L. Ex*., 2.85 pin

3 Kff. Ac...*.. 6.30 11 Fast Mail*. 8.55 Arrive from the West. 6 N. Y. Ex*.. 3.20 am 4 Ind. Ac 7.05 a SO Atl'c Ex*..13.31 8 Fast Line*. 1.45 2 N. Y. Ltm*. 5.11

Leave for the East. 6 N. Y. Ex*.. 3.S5 am 4Ind. Ac.... 7.30 am 12 Ind Ltm'd*11.25 am £0 Atl'c Ex*.. 13.35 8 Fast Line* t.50 2 N. Y. Lira* 5.15 rn

MICHIGAN DIVISION.

Leave for the North. 6 St Joe Mail.6.17 am 8 S. Bend Ex.4.20 pin

Going Ease.

36 N Y»ClnEx*1.55 a 4 ln&CldEx. 8.00 a 8 Day Ex*... 2.40 pm 18 Knlclcb'r*. 4.31 ni

Ar. from tho North 21 T. H. Ex... 11.20am 3 T, 11. Acc.. .(5.40

PEORIA DIVISION.

Leave for Northwest. 7N-W Ex....7.10am SI Decatur Ex 3.35

Ar. from Northwest. 18 Atltc Ex .11.10 am 6 East'n Ex. 7.00

EVANSVILLE & TERRE HAUTE. NASHVII.LK LINE. Leave for the South. 5 & N Lim*.12.40 am 3 & Ev Ex*. 5.38 a 1 Ev & I Mail. 2.45 7 NOJiFlaSpl* 5.45

Arrive from South. 6 O & N Lim* 3.55 a 2 H&E E.\*11.00 a 8NO&FvSpl* 3.2«pm 4 & ind Ex*11.10

EVANSVILLE & INDIANAPOLIS. Leave for South. 33 Mall & Ex..9.00 am 49 Worth. Mix.3.40

Arrive from South.

4iS TH Mixed.10.10 am 32 Mall & Ex. 2.45

CHICAGO & EASTERN ILLINOIS. Leave for North. 6 O & N Ll'ji* 4.00 am 10 I.M.8.&T11. 6.30 a tu 2 & Ex.11.20 am 8 NO&FSpl* 3.30 4 E & 0 Ex*. 11.15

Arrive from North. 50&NLlm*.12.35 am 3 & E Ex*.. 5.30 am 1 O & Ev Ex.. .2.10 9 I M.S.&.T H. 5.15 7 NO&FSpl*.. 5.40

C. C. C. & I.—BIG FOUR.

Going West.

35 St Ex*... 1.33 am 9 Ex & Mall*10.00 a llS-WLim*.. 1.37 pm 5 Matt'n Ac. 7.00 pm

Knickerbocker

THIS FAMOUS TRAIN

VIA

BIG FOUR ROUTE

TERRE HAUTE

NEW YORK, BOSTON, MONTREAL,

BUFFALO,

INDIANAPOLIS, CINCINNATI, WASHINGTON.

Finest and fastest regular train between Mississippi ltlver and Eastern Seashore over greatest system of transportation In tho World—the Vanderbllt Lines. f*tops allowed at Niagara Falls. Washington, Philadelphia and Virginia Hot Springs.

This train goes Into tho only depot In New York City. E. E. SOUTH. General Agent.

V=P

VandaiiaPennsylvania

See us about tho

1ST CAR LINE

which leaves Terre Haute every Wednesday afternoon. NO CHANCE OF CAR8 to numerous important points In ....

KANSAS NEW MEXICO ARIZONA CALIFORNIA

Don't overlook tbe fact that we havo tho

Correct Route to Alaskan Sailing Points

THE CALIFORNIA SUNSET LIMITED VIA

Vandalia Line and St. Louis.

On Tuesdays and Saturdays of each week this elegant train of Pullman sleeping and dining cars, barber shop and bathroom, library and observation cars will run through via Texarkana and ElPaso, to Los Angeles and San Francisco. Maids in attendance. All the comforts of home while en route. Only one change of cars from Terre Haute ana that in the palatial passenger station at St. Louis. Sleeping car reservations cheerfully made on application to tbe undersigned.

Further information cheerfully furnished on application at City Ticket Office, 854 Wabash ave., Telephone 37. or Union Station

GEO. E. FABEINOTON. General Agent.

CoXaYnV

ELY'S CREAM BALK Is a positive enre. Apply into the oostsils. It (a qakkiy »b»orted. 50 teat* at Dnusfst* or by mall tsmpiea 10c. by matt. ELY BK0THBS8, Wsntm St., New York CUy.