Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 28, Number 48, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 28 May 1898 — Page 7

AT POMPSU.

1$ Pompei! I heard a woman laugh nd turned to find the reason of her mirth* iw bat the silent- figure of a girl centuries had mummied into earth,

The running figure of a little maid. With face half hidden in her shielding arm, •Silent, yet screaming—yea, in ev'ry limb— /5rhe cruel torture of her dread alarm.

At Pompeii I heard a maiden shriek All down the years from out the distant past. in the awful darkness still she runs. Death in the mold of fear her form has cast—

A little maid once soft and sweet and white, Pull of the morning's hope and love and joy, That nature, moving to the voice of time, Bhook her dark wings to wither and destroy.

At Pompeii I saw a woman bend I Above this dead, pronounce an epitaph. The mother of a child it may have been.

Ob, horrible—1 heard a woman laugh* -Pall Mall Gazette.

STOLEN GOODS.

The great dandy of otir room—nay, of the entiro house—was Ned Spruoington. I honestly believe, too, that ho was one of the most guileless, simple hearted fellows alive. He bad, however, one conspicuous weakness, which was to be taken for a man of fashion. He dressed unexceptionably, and to aid him in producing the impression which be desired upon beholders he carried about with him in all weathers A beautiful silk umbrella, scarcely bulkier than a lady's parasol, though, of course, considerably longer. Judging from the out onyx handle, mounted in gold, it must bavo cost him a mint of money.

Well, this umbrella of Nod's we tried all wo could think of to get hold of. But he was too wary for us—it was always left in some safe place. If we bad succeeded in gaining possession of it, it would at once have taken a conspicuous position in boolety, such as covering the old apple wornan at the corner, but it was unapproachablo. At last wo becaino so desperate that I accepted a heavy wager from one of the other fellows that I would present myself at the ofllce the next morning, at all hazards, the proud possessor of Ned Spruclngton's umbrella.

On that particular day, work boing Black, overy one was onabled to leave unusually early, so that by 4 o'clook in the aftornoon the house was olearedof all save myself, my brother conspirator and tho old soldier who lived with his wifo on the premises. My friend Ned, aB was his custorn at suoh times, had announoed his intention of promenading tho Ladles' Mile, there to air himself, his aristocraoy and his umbrella. I dooldod upon following him thither. As there wero yot two hours of daylight, however, I thought I could not do better than fortify myself for the enterprise by taking somo substantial refreshment before commencing operations, after which I would trust to tho chapter of acoidorits.

With this objoct in view I was repairing toward my favorite place of refection In tho Strand whon who should I seo looking in at tho topographer's shop by Northumberland House but Ned Spruolngton I Ho ought by rights to have boen nearly two miles away at Hydo Park corilior, yot hero he was at Charing Cross, calmly studying somo map of a "seat of war." Ho was so wedged in among other gazers that I could not go't at him to speak or ovon to havo a clear view of his face.

But I knew him by his holgbt, by the neatly braldod coat, tho delicately tinted trousors, tho well poised hat and, last but not least, the umbrella, llo wns holding his hands behind his back, and in ono of them tho precious article was firmly olaspod.

Yes, tboro it wns, onyx handle, gold mounting and all. As I looked a sudden Idoa took possession of me-—a foolish idea, I admit, as it could hardly lead to a practical result. But I thought if I could only got the umbrella out of his hand in some way aud run off with it that he, seeing it In tho possession of a friend, would give tip tho ohaso, knowing that ho would recover his projHjrty tho next day. At tho worst tho result would only bo a day or two's coolness between us on aocount of my froak.

No sooner thought than dono. On the pavement I espied a piece of clean straw, well adapted for tho purpose I had in view. Picking it up, I proceeded to tickle with it Spruoington'a right ear. Tho experiment answered admirably. Thinking it, 1 suppose, to be a troublesome fly, bo raised bis band to brush off tho assailant. But to do this ho wns oompelled to shift tho umbrella from his right hand to his left. The moinont of the transference was enough for me. Before the fingers of bis left hand could close I had seized tho umbrella and tho next moment was dashing madly across Trafalgar square in the dlroctlon of the Haymnrkct.

There was a sudden commotion behind me—a commotion which soon swelled Intc an uproar. I heeded it no further than to

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urn half round in order to let Sprucingsee who 1 was and to flourish in the "air my umbrella—I mean his umbrella. 'I But the uproar did not relax. On the contrary, li began to shape itself into words.

Hoarse shouts of "Stop thief!" followed me as I flow up the steps at the farther end of the square. The cries still ringing In my oars, I dashed helterskelter past the College of Physicians and Colnaght's printshop till I came to the corner of Suffolk street. Here I was brought up "all standing" by an iron grip upon tho collar from behind. Turning round, I found myself In tho custody of a policeman.

In tho usual brief space of time tho Inevitable London crowd assembled about us. I was regarded with curiosity, loaded with reproaches and favored with wit of an extremely personal nature all at the same moment This I bora with patience, if not with good humor, convinced that on the arrival of Spruoington I should get clear of my tormentors. Presently a lane was made for the approach of the owner of the stolen property. Judge of my horror on perceiving that the panting Individual was a total stranger to me I

Of course all my protestations of Innocence were of no avail. Clatter, clash, rumble, bang 1 The cell door closed upon mo, and I was a prisoner.

The gloom was so great that, though It was daylight, I could at first distinguish nothing. Gradually I became a wars that 1 was in a narrow vaulted room, as strong as brick and iron could make it. Half way tip the wall was a wooden wainscoting and round two sides I oould dimly see a low bench, barely two feet from a floor which was inch deep In sawdust. The iron door of this delightful apartment was of great thick

mm,disclosing

about five

qfaet from the ground a small grating at round hole*. By pressing my tec* against this grating 1 could see into the corridor without. But the only view obtainable was a round gl«* window opposite, illuminated by the last lingering rays «i

setting sou. It was altogether a most da* Tbe Saw suggested to

me was a combined one, made up of the condemned cell in Newgate and tbe dungeons of tbe Bastille. Occasional gruff voices and Ijeavy footsteps in the corridor deepened tbe impression. A mouse in a trap was a king to me.

Then I began to tbink seriously of mj Situation. That I bad committed felon there could not be the least doubt, though with no felonious intention. Would the magistrate believe my explanation? Surely my manner and. appearance were not those of a pick— But my heart sank within me as I remembered that the London swell mob are known to be tbe cleverest actors in the world—in fact, can imitate to perfection any class of society. My only hope was in Sprncington. Ho would be of material assistance in clearing up the myetery. And yet that umbrella—I could have sworn it to belong to none other but him! However, I bad dispatched messengers to bim, my employer and my friends therefore tbe only thing to be done was to wait patiently till the morning.

I spare you a description of that night of horror, for such it was to one who had never before suffered an hour's deprlva tion of liberty: how tbe monotony of tbe long, long hours was only broken at intervals by tbe appearance at tbe grating of a stern, bclmeted visage, demanding whether "all was right how at 4o'clock a. m. two fellow prisoners in the shapes of a drunken scavenger and a deserter from tbe Royal artillery were thrust into the oell, or how in tbe morning all tbe cells were emptied and we, the occupants, with acbing bones, unwashed and unkempt, were paraded through the streets in a melancholy string to an adjacent police court.

Fortunately my case came on early, so that I hud not long to wait among the crowd of dirty, disreputable "detenus," each guardeu by a oonstable, who filled an outer room.

At the cry of "Charles Blank I" (I shuddered to hear my name in such a place) I and my attendant polioeman marcbed into the court. Tbe jailer, a big, burly, baldbeaded, gilt buttoned person, plaoed mo in tho dock. At tbe same momont the proseoutor entored tbe witness box to be sworn. He was a priggish looking man of about 45, and no more like Ned Sprucington in front than I was like the monument.

In a few calm, well chosen words he doscribod the whole occurrence. When he had finished, I was told that I could put any questions to him that I thought proper. 1 declined to do so. Then, aftor his evidence had been confirmed by the constablo who arrested me, the magistrate, an amiable looking old gentleman, asked me, "Well, my friend, what havo you to say to this?"

In reply I gave tho samo simple and unvarnlsbod statement which I had already given at tho police station. "That is all very well as far as it goes, but havo you any witnesses to character?" "Yes, sir—Mr. Edward Spruoington." "Call Edward Spruoington."

Then I could hear tho crior shouting the familiar name through the passages of the oourt. i-%

After a few minutes'suspense the official returned, accompanied, to my great delight, by Nod. The good fellow looked so distressed to soo mo in suoh a prodioamont thnt I folt convinced ho would have given a dozen umbrellas to have got me out of the sorapo. As soon as he made his appoaranco I noticed that the prosecutor ohanged oolor. I also notioed that while taking the oath Ned kept op,e band behind his back. I could not have told you why, but somehow I derlvod encouragemont from both tho6o trifling circumstances.

To shorten matters, I may say that if I had been a seraph I oould not have received better character than that given me by Ned. At last came the question, "Then you think tho prisoner incapable of stealing this umbrella?" "Well, sir," said Nod, who had recovered his solf possession, "if, as I understand, stealing means taking property from tho owner, It is impossible tho prisoner oould have committed the theft."

What a first rate advocate Ned was becoming! "Impossible! Why?" "Becauso that umbrella was first stolen from me I" "It is an infamous falsehood!" cricd tbe prosecutor, starting up. "Is itf" repliod Ned. "That person Deed not bo eo particular about words, for this is all be left me in exchange at tbe Cigar Divan!"

With that he produced, amid the laughter of tho court, what he had hitherto concealed behind his back—namely, a wooden handled umbrella much the worse for wear, of silk oortalnly, but no more to be compared with the glories of the onyx bandied than a costermonger's wide awake with the archbishop of Canterbury's best "shovel."

An attempt at bluster by the late possessor of his umbrella was quietly met by fled with a request that an offioer of tbe oourt should examine the initials upon the handle. This was conclusive. Tho stranger's initials were "T. W.," and ho had not had time to take notioo of the minute "E. S." out Into the onyx stone.

Of course my Immediate release followed upon this discovery, accompanied by the assurance that I left that oourt without any stain upon my character, etc. My late prosecutor wad glad to slink crestfallen away, yet not before be bad received a sovere rebuke administered by the magistrate.

As for Ned, he was orerflowing with gratitude. He declared with tears in his eyes that I had been tbe means of restoring to him his lost treasure. What was more, bo insisted upon paying the wager which I bad lost and also of performing the part of Amphitryon at a capital dinner in the evening.—Short Stories.

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THE POET TO HIS MISTRES&

In the be ruffled long ago. In days of damosel and bean,

Of nimble wit and wine, Each gallant drew by lot to see Which one among the maids should be

His sweetheart valent ine.

Sooth, Sylvia, had 1 prankt it then Among those madly merry men. And 'memgst tbe maidens thon, Thy grace, thy little artless airs, As fatal would have proved as snares :S4 That hold me tightly now! aft

Apd when tbe bonrs of trial came, O Sylvia, had I drawn thy name And known that thon wert mine. With what a wealth of song and bloom Would I have made a hecatomb

To good St. Valentine 40^ pfi *SS? Oh, be not obdurate, I prayi In fancy let the olden day ,t

With all its rites return 1 Let tbe dull present be forgot, And let once more each maiden's lot,.

Be cast into the urn I

And when—ah, happy moment—I Behold the name I wonld descry, That lovely name of thine, Within thy sweet eyes may I read Revealed—oh, joy—thou art indeed

My own, my valentine!

—Clinton Scollard in Woman's Home Companion.

THE CHILD SPY.

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Every one knew Pero Stenne and loved him too. And how Stenne loved bis little boy! When tbe siege of Paris oame, there was no school, and the child was permitted to play at games with other children. ||jp

One day as little Stenne was stooping down to pick up a piece of money which had rolled under bis feet a big fellow,said in a low tone: "That makes you squint, hey? Well, if you want me to, I will tell you where to get plenty of them."

The offer was accepted, and, leading Stenno aside, he asked tho boy to go with him to sell French newspapers to tbe Prussians, adding that tbey could make SO francs a trip. Stenne indignantly refused, and for three days be remained away- from tbo place. Three dreadful days! Ho oould neither eat nor sleep. At night be seemed to soe tbe pile of galocbes at tbe foot of his bed, and the 100 sous pieces gleaming in tho faint light. The temptation proved too strong. Tbe fourth day he returned to the gaming place, saw the big fellow and agreed to go with bim.

Thoy set out one snowy morning with sacks'on their shoulders, and the papers hidden under their jackets. When tbey reached the Flanders gate, it was scarcely daylight. The largo boy took little Stenne's hand and, approaching the guard, who bad a red nose and a kindly manner, he said in a whining tone: "Please let us pass, kind sir. Our mother is slok and our father is dead. We are going to see if we can find some potatoes In the field outside."

He even shod tears. Stenno, much ashamed, hung his head. The sentinel looked at them a moment, then, glancing at tbo dreary, white road, he said, "Pass on quickly," and there they were on tbe way to Aubersvilliers. How the big fellow laughed! jBXk*8

Confusedly as in a dream little Stenne saw the faotories transformed into barracks, tho tall chimneys, piercing the fog, partially broken off. From time to time thoy came upon sentinels, officers who were scouring the horizon with fieldglasses and little tents wet with snow, standing before dying fires. The large boy know tho way and went across the fields, being carof'il to avoid tbo military outposts. Notwithstanding his precautions, tbey suddenly caiuo upon a squad of riflemon. The troops were partly hidden in a ditch which bordered tbe Solssons railroad. This tlmo they wero not allowed to pass so readily, though tbo largo boy told bis story in tho most pathetio manner. While be was weeping an old white haired sergoant came out of ond of the little tents and said: "Don't cry, little fellow. Wo will let you go to hunt for your potatoes. But como in first and warm yourselves a bit. Tho little one looks frozen."

Alas, it was not the cold that made little Stenno shlvor so it was fear and shame. Inside tbe tent tbey found soldiers huddled together around a little fire, baking biscuits on tbe points of their bayonets. They made room for tho obildren and gave them a drop of their warm coffee. While they were drinking it an offioer appoartd at the door, called tho sergeant and after a few words with bim in a low tone went quickly away. "Boys," said tbe sergeant on re-enter-ing, "there will be fun tonight. We have found out the Prussian countersign. I .believe at last we are to capturej that cursed Bourget!"

Then followed an explosion of Iravos and shouts. Tbe soldiers danced and flourished their bayonets. Taking advantage of tke tumult, tbe boys slipped Bwf. On leaving tne trench tbey saw before fhem a plain, bordered one side by a long white wall, dofaced by bullets. It was jroward ibis that tbey directed their foot step, stopping often, as if picking up potato)*. "Let us go back when we ge to tbe wall," said Stenne.

Tbe other boy only shrugged he shoulders and went steadily forward, All at once tbey beard a click and saw a gun pointed at tbern. "Crouch down!" whispered tpe large boy, throwing himself on the ground.

Once down, be whistled. Another wbistlo answered. They then rose jind went up to tbe fortification. Over the wall tbey saw two yellow mustaches unlcr dirty military caps. Tbe large boy junfted down beside tbe Prussian. "This is my brother," be salt! pointing to bis companion. Stenne wm so little tbat on seeing bim tbe Prussia! began to laugh, and be was obliged to tape bim fay tbe arm to help bim over the n^upart.

Behind the wall were earthworks, fallen trees and great black ditchca In each ditch were tlxi same yellowjfmustacbes, which laughed as tbe little fellows went past. In one corner was a bone protected by trunks of trees. Tbe lowter story was filled with soldiers playingJcards, while soup was cooking over a roarjhg fire. How good It smelled, and what contrast to tbe camp of tbe French rlOmwo In tbe appear story were tbe office*. Tbey bad champagne to drink and a ipiano to play on.

When tbe little Parisians/entered, tbey were greeted with shouts omoy- Tbey delivered tbelr papers to tbe inemy. Tbey were given wine to drink, that their tongues might be

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL., MAY 28, 1898.

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Little Stenne would too, to show tbat be a something asemed to of felm,%taiwling apart

Tbe large

boy amp—* them by bis odi language and )la low wit. Tbey laugMl boisterously, repeating bis expressions, airly rolling Is tbe Parisian mlntbatwf thus brought to

liked to talk, stupid, but bim. In front tbe

was an old Prussian who seemed to be trying to read his thoughts, as tbe soldier's eyes never ieft bis face. There were tenderness and reproach in tbe gazo, as if tbe man bad a boy about Stenno's age, and as if be wonlt} have said: "I would rather die than seo my son in such business!"

The poor boy felt as if a band clutched bis heart eo tbat it would no longer beat. To escape from his torture, be drank a great deal of wine. Soon everything seemed to be going round and round. In tbe distance he beard his companion ridiculing tbe national guard, mimicking their drill and going through other drollery. At last the boy lowered bis voice, tbe officers clustered around bim, and their faces became serious. The wretch was about to forewarn them of the attack to be made tbat night. Stenne suddenly realized what was going on and called out: &awpBB "Not tbat! Not that!" &S3&IS

The large boy replied with a loud laugh and went on. Before he had finished all the officers were on their feet. Ono of them showed the door to tbe boys and exclaimed: "Leave at onco!"

Then they began talking rapidly among themselves in German, while the large boy walked out as proudly as a Dode, jingling his money in his pockets. Stenne followed with bent head, and as be passed tbe old Prussian whose glance had hurt bim so he heard a sad voice say: "A bad business, this. A bad business!"

Once outside, tbe boys began to run to get back as soon as possible. Tbelr sacks were filled with potatoes which the Prussians had given them. They passed the French post without being molested. There everything was being got in readiness for tbe night attack. Troops arrived ellently and massed themselves behind the bank. How happy the old sergeant seemed as he plaoed his men! When tbe boys .passod, he rsoognized them and smiled kindly at them.

Ob, bdw that smile hurt little Stenne! He wanted to ory out: "Don't go down there! You have been betrayed."

The older boy'bad said to him, "If you tell, we will be shot." So he was afraid. On reaching the oity they went into a deserted house to divide tbelr money. This was honestly done, and when little Stenne beard his goldpieces rattling in his blouse and thought of the games and galocbes In store for him his crime did not seem sc very serious.

But when he was alone, poor child, when tho large boy had loft bim outsido bis door, then his pockets began to feel heavy, and tbe hand which held bis heart tightened its grasp. Paris no longer seemed tbe same place. People passing looked bard at him, as if they knew where he bad been. He heard the word "spy" in the noises of thu street, in tbe beating of tho drums along the canal. He entered tbe bouse and was glad tbat his father had not yet returned. Ho went at onoe to his room and hid the crowns which were so heavy under his pillow.

His father had never seemed so kind and so cheerful as on this particular even*

EliSou*Agin|ptiews from tbe provinces had been received. Things looked brighter. While eating his supper the old soldier looked at his gun hanging on the wall and said to Stenne, with his honest laugh, "Hey, my boy, how you would fight tbe Prussians if you were only big enough!"

About 8 o'olock they were startled by the sound of a cannon. "That is at Aubersvilliers! They are fighting at Bourget!" said tho good man, who knew the names of all tbe forts. Little Stenne grew pale, and, pretending to be tired, went to bod, but not to sleep. The cannonade continued. The boy pictured to himself the French soldiers going at night to surprise the Prussians and falling into an ambuscade. Ho thought of tho sergeant who had smiled upon him and saw him stretched out dead in tbe snow, and limny, many others with him. Tho price of all this blood was hidden there under his pillow, and it was he, tho son of a soldier, who— He stifled his sobs. Ho beard his father walking about in tbe next room and at last open a window. Down below in tbe square tbe call to arms was sounded, and a regiment was forming to march to the scene of the firing. It was a battle, then. The miserable boy oould no longer restrain bis sobs. "Wbat is the matter?" asked Pore Stenne, going into the room. Tbe child slid out of bed and threw himself at his father's feet. At the motion the orowns rolled out on the floor. "Wbat is this? Have you been stealing?" said tbe old man in a trembling voice. 7-

Then in a breath little Stenne told him that he had been to the Prussian camp, and that they had given bim tbe money. As he talked bis beart grew lighter, and be felt comforted. His father listened with an expression of terror. When tbe boy had finished, tbe old man bid bis face in his bands and wept aloud. "Father! Father!" exclaimed tbe child.

Tbe old man pushed tbo boy aside aud pioked up tbe gold. "Is this all?" be asked. Wx

Little Stenne nodded his bead. Bis father then took down bis gun, and, putting tbe money in bis pocket, said: "I am going to retnrn it to tbe givers."

Without another word, without even a look behind, he went out and joined tbe troops wbo were marching past. He was never seen again!—Alpbonse Daudet

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OTICE TO NON-RESIDENTS. [No. 5.612.] State of of Indiana, county of Vigo, in the Superior court, March term. 1898.

Harriet Tweedy, Wakefield Tweedy and Cora Daton, in quiet title, vs. Margaret Louder, Delina Waterman. Samuel Louder, William Louder, Frank Louder. Olive anc Carrie Louder (daughters of Samuel and Margaret Louder), Hamilton Spence, John Spence and Katie Braden, Mrs. Cook (daughter of John S. Spence. deceased, and the given name of said Cook is unknown to plaintiffs), Joseph Barkley. Alfred Bark ley, and Julia Caldwell, Isaac Sammons, Jane Smith, Hannah Earl. Lena Simmons, and also the following daughters of Susan Sammons and Isaac Sammons: Margaret Sammons, Abbie Sammons. Mary Sammons. Emma Sammons, Olive Sammons and Aman da Sammons said defendants being tho children and descendants of tbe children of Joseph Spence. deceased.

Be It known that on the 13th day of May, 1898, It was ordered by the court that the clerk notify by publication said Margaret Louder, Samuel Louder, William Louder. Frank Louaer. Olive Louder and Carrie Eouder (daughters of Samuel and Margaret Louder), Hamilton Spence. John Spence and

Braden. Mrs. Cook (daughter of Katie John S name of salid

Spence, deceased, and the given Cook is unknown to plaintiffs).

Isaac Sammons, Jane Smith. Hannah Earl. Lena Simons, and also the following daughters of Susan Sammons and Isaac Sammons: Margaret Sammons, Abbie Sammons, Mary Sammons, Emma Sammons, Olive Sammons aud Amanda Sam mons, said defendants being the children and descendnnts of the children of Joseph Spence deceased, as non-resident defendants of the pendency of this action against them.

Said defendants are therefore hereby notified of the pendency of said action against them and that the same will stand for trial on the 18th day of July, 1898. tho same being June term of said court in the year

DAVID L. WATSON. Clerk.

R. H. Oatmn, Atty for Plaintiff.

^"OTIOE TO NON-RESIDENTS.

[18998.]

State of Indiana, county of Vigo. In the Vigo Circuit court, February term, 1898. Anna Larew vs. Robert Donham et al., to quiet title.

Belt known that on the 23d day of April, 1898, said plaintiff filed an affidavit in due form, showing that defendants. Robert Donham and Emellne. his wife, and If they bo dead his unknown heirs Peter Fagan, and If he be dead his unknown heirs Harriet Fagan. Martha Ann Fagan and Isaac D. Fagan, and if they be dead their unknown heirs Jonathan R. Corbley and Ruth Corbley, his wife, and If they bo dead their unknown heirs Zaeharlah Donham, Hugh Forguson and Thomas F. Donham, Sr.. arid if thoy be dead their unknown heirs James Townsley and Nancy Townsley, his wife, and if they be dead their unknown heirs John S. Donnam and Rachel Donham, his wife, and If they be dead their unknown heirs Nathaniel Donham and Stephen Fagan, arjd if they bo dead their unknown heirs Robert Fagan and Nancy Fagan. his wife, and if they be dead their unknown heirs, non-residents of the state of Indiana.

Said non-resident defendants are hereby notified of the pendency of said action against them and that the same will stand for trial June 15th. 1898, tbe same being tbe May term of said court In the year 1898.

DAVID L. WATSON. Clerk

«THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD

OR OUR SAVIOUR IN ART"

Cost over 1100.000 to publish. Contains nearly 200 full-page engravings of our Saviour, by the Great Masters. It 1s not a life of Christ, but sn exhibit of all tbe great Masters' ideals of tbe Christ. No other book like it ever published. Agents are taking from three to twenty ordors daily. Tbe book is so beautiful that when people see it tbey want It. Published less than a year and already In its twenty-flfth edition, some editions consisting of 18,600 books- The presses are running day and night to fill orders. (It has never been sold In this territory.) A perusal of the pictures of this Irook Is like taking a tour among the great art galleries of Europe. The Hermitage, Prado. Ufflzl, Pittl. Louvre, Vatican, National of London, National of Berlin. Belvldere and other celebrated European art galleries, have rll placed their rarest and greatest treasures at our disposal that they might be reproduced for this superb work. -'FIRST GLANCE AT THE PICTURES BROUGHT TEARS TO MY EYES," says one. "Cleared SlflO first week's work with tbe book," says another. Many men and women buying and paying for nomes from their success with this great work. Also man or woman, of good church standing, can secure position of Manager here to ao office work and corresponding with agents in this territory. Address for full particulars A- P. T. Elder. Publisher, 139 Michigan Ave., Chicago, III., Firr Floor.

^Q-OTICE TO HEIRS, CREDITORS. ETC.

In tbe matter of tbe estate of Mary Johnson. deceased. In the Vigo Circuit court. May term, ll&V

Notice is hereby given that tbe Terre Haute Trust Co.. as administrator of tbe estate of Mary Johnson, deceased, has presented and filed its account and vouchers in final settlement of said estate, and that the same will come op for the examination and action of said Circuit court, on the 8th day of June, l»8, at which time all heirs, creditors. legatees of and all persons Interested In said estate are required to appear In said court and show cause. If any there be. why said account and vouchers 8could not be ap"sald estate and all are also hereby re

proved: and tbe heirs of said estate and all others interested therein are also hereby required, at tbe time and place aforesaid, to appearand make proof of tbelr heirship or claim to any part of said estate. witness the clerk and seal oi saia Circuit court, at Terre Haute. Indiana, thl 18th day of May. (seal] DAVID L. WATSON, Clerk.

Mr. & Mrs. Htary Katzesback,

Funeral Directors

And Embalmers. Livery Mid Boarding Stable. AH calls promptly atu»ndSrto. Offlce open day and nl^it^T^e-

phone 210.

To the Young Face

iRmwrt Cosnmw Powrosm gives frmbor [charms to tbaold. rsrorwwlyowth. Try it.

Trains marked thus run daily. Trains marked thus (t) run Sundays only. All other trains run daily, Sundays excepted.

CVANDALIA LINE. MAIN LINE.

Arrive from tbe East.

7 West. Ex*. 1.30 am 15 Mall & Ac* 9.40 am 5 St. L. Lim* 10.10 am SI St. L. Ex*.. 3.35 3 Eff. Ac 6.30 11 Fast Mall*. 8.55

Arrive from the West.

6 N. Y. Ex*.. 3.20 am 4 Ind. Ac 7.05 am 80 Atl'c Ex*.. 12.31 8 Fast Line*. 1.45 5 N. Y. Lira*. 5.11

Leave for the West.

7 West. Ex*. 1.40 a 5 St. Lim*.19.15 a 21 St. L. Ex*.. 2.40 3 Eff. Ac 6.45 11 Fast Mail*. 9.00

MICHIGAN OITISION.

Leave for the North.

pkoria nivisxON.

7 N-W Ex ....7.10 am 21 Decatur Ex 3.35

BIG FOUR ROUTE

TERRE HAUTE

NEW YORK, BOSTON, MONTREAL,

INDIANAPOLIS, CINCINNATI, WASHINGTON.

FInost and fastest regular train between Mississippi River and Eastern Seashore over greatest system of transportation In the World—the Vanderbllt Linos.

Stops allowed at Niagara Falls, Washington, Philadelphia and Virginia Hot Springs.

This train goes into tho only depot In Now York City. E. E. SOUTH, General Agent.

G. A. R.

CHICKAMAUGA

During tbe G. A. R. encampment in Cincinnati, September 5th to 10th, round trip tickets from Cincinnati via

THE

QUEEN & CRESCENT ROUTE

on September 8, 0 and 10 to Chattanooga at rate of 85, good to return fourdays from date of sale. On same dates a round trip ticket will be sold at rate of 97.25, limited to ten days srom date of sale.

These very low rates are made to enable old soldiers, their families and visitors to tbe city on the occasion named to make a side trip to Chlckamauga (Chattanooga).

The tickets are good for passage on the finest limited trains on the Queen A Orescent Route.

The trip is the most Inspiring one the veteran can find, and the rate is such that few of them will find it impossible to take it. Remember tbe rate, 96 for the round trip to visit Lookout, Missionary Kldste and evermemorable Chlckamauga via tbe Queen A Crescent.

E. & T. H.

TO THE

SO H'r'

June 7 and 21

g|I ONE FAKE, PLUS $2, FOR THE KOU Xl Til I P.

Tickets good returnln from date of sale, f" going trip. One-way on same dates at very low rates.

For further Information apply to. 3. R.CONNELLYS Oen'I Agl., Tenth and Wabash Ave. R. D. DIGGED, Ticket Ajent.

Union Station, Terre Haute.

The Rosy Freshness

a«^» a velvety softness of tbe slda Is invariably obtained by thoas who uae Pottoxt'* Oomp*exfcm Powder.

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Leave for the East.

6 N. Y. Ex*.. 3.35 a 4 Ind. Ac 7.20 a 12 Ind Llm'd*11.25 am 30 Atl'c Ex*.. 12.35 8 Fast Line* 1.50 2 N. Y. Lim* 5.15 mf

Ar. from the North

0 St Joe Mail.6.17 am 8 S. Bend Ex .4.20

21 T. H. Ex...11.20am 3 T. H. Acc.. .6.40

Ar. from Northwest.

12 Atltc Ex .11.10 a 6 East'n Ex. 7.00

EVANSVILLE & TERRE HAUTE. NASHVILLK LINK. Leave for tho South. 5 & NLlm». 11.60 3 & Ev Ex*. 5.38 am 1 Ev & I Mail. 2.45 7 NO&FlaSpl* 5.35

Arrive from South. 6 & N Lim* 4.03 a 2TH&K Ex*11.00 am 8 N 0& FSpl* 3.35 4 & Ind Ex*11.10

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

Arrive from South. 48 TII Mixed.10.10 am 32 Mall & Ex. 2.45

CHICAGO & EASTERN ILLINOIS. Leave for North. 6 & N Lim* 4.08 a 10 I.M.S.&TH. 6.30 a 2 TII & Ex.11.20 a 8 NO&FSpl* 3.40 4 E & Ex*. 11.20

Arrive from North. 5 & N Lim*.11.45 am 3 & E Ex*.. 5.30 a 1 & Ev Ex...2.10 9 I M.S.&T H. 5 15 7 NO&FSpl*.. 5.30pm

C. C. C. & I.—BIG FOUR. Going East. 36 N YaCinEx*1.55 am 4ln&CldEx. 8.00 am 8 Day Ex*... 2.46 pm 18 Knlckb'r*. 4.31

Going West.

85StL Ex*... 1.33am 0 Ex & ai 1*10.00 am 11 S-W Lim*., 1.37 pm 5 Matt'n Ac. 7.00 pm,

THIS FAMOUS TRAIN

BUFFALO,

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