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TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 1890.
Out
with the unnecessary fire plugs,
MB, MOI'.NT, rise and explain your vote. CovKcib meets to-night. It can do nothing better than order the unnecessary fireplugs taken out
WHAT has become of the committee that waa to investigate the fire department records? The mayor should make
THE Republican organ is Btleut on the vote ol Mr. Mount against the repeal ol a bill which made it possible to send a workingman to the penitentiary for threatening to interfere with the operations of a railway or other company,
MK. MOUNT declared that he would mouot all obstacles in the way of his election to Congress. The greatest obstacle yet presented is his vote on house bill No. 128. Will he succeed in mounting his vote to the satisfaction of the wage earners of this district?
LAIJOH made for itself a grand holiday, yesterday. The immense crowd was a fine body of men and their conduct was most excellent. Labor days in the future will be grauder'aflaira than ever before. The success of yesterday's celebration means increased efforts on future occasions.
BEAUTIFUL rainbows were formed by theirefraction of the sun's rays during the water works test yesterday afternoon The rainbow should not be a sign of pence. The water company should be made fulfill its contract to the letter and in the fight which has been inaugurated by the committees there should be no cessation.
THE publication in last night's NEWS of James A. Mount's vote on the meas ure to repeal the conspiracy act was the greatest political surprise of the cam paign. The vote was not known by politicians with but one or two exceptions. Mr. Mount has been posing as man. Hft has a good soldier record and his success as a tiller of the soil was unquestioned. He was regarded as an especially strong candidate among the laboring classes, but the discovery that .he voted against the repeal of an obnoxious law, when laboring organizations throughout the state demanded it, shatters the glass vase which encased the pretenses of the congressional aspirant. The law was outrageous the vote on its repeal a serious matter. Mr. Mount had reasons for voting as he did he explained them on the floor of the Senate and the laboring people of this district will await an explanation from him regarding his action.
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TUB water works test yesterday was fair and proved conclusively that the company is not capable of complying with the terms of its contract. The six streams that were thrown yesterday were not more than sixty-five feet high, while the contract requires as many streams 100 feet. high. Excuses can not be made that the company was taken unawares. Afire is likely to break out at any moment and the water pressure is supposed to be equal to an emergency when one exists. The company should be made comply with its contract. The city cotm cil owes it to the people that their rights should be maintained. There is ample room for the Are and water committees to distinguish themselves. Keforms are needed and needed badly.
There is no excuse for delaying action. Already fire plugs to the number of over seventy-five have been located which are unnecessary and which were not put in in compliance with contract. There should be no faltering but one thing can be done and that is to order the service from those pings discontinued. The queition has been tackled and it should bo settled as soon as possible.
HERE AND THERE.
The social world, so called, Is a peculiar one. It is worse it is a cruel, inconsistent, unjust world. If a man or a woman robs a bakery or a butchers* shop, even though the act is but to stay th& coming: of famine and disease, jast so soon does the unfortunate become a common thief, the strong grasp of the law is fastened upon him or her, before the court they go and perhaps ttieuo* behind the grated bars of the county jail or the states' prison. Their reputation I
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mildew of social apostacism ed upon their children and their name corroded bv a shame that social law will never jwrmit to be eflfaevd. Such is the punfcluneat of the Uriel Yet there is within society's pale a class of criminals, morally, so much blacker than the common thief, that in comparison Tus
Iwitev*® that within very
light of heaven the character of t.thief shines as brightly as tb« fixed stars. It is the scanrfu mongers and anonymous slanderers to whom refawnee made— those worae than thieve -1 \ause, almost without exception, their attacks from behind an Invisible bulwark, are made upon the innocent and unsuspecting. In a pleasant north side home in thiui£r for a kft2 time!, has lived in ayed happinees a father,
soother and two loving little children. They area family—father, mother ana children—who have shown unmistakably that they have always been in love with each other. The lather is a railroad man, whose duties require his frequent absence from home. Not long since he received at the terminusjof his run—remote from tlus city—a letter postmarked "Terre Haute and bearing a fictitious signature, in which his wife was charged with receiving visits from strange men in his absence that she left alight in an upper window as a signal that she had left home, etc. He was indignant, not that he believed a word of the vile scandal, but that his wife—the mother of his children—should be made the subject of so venemous an attack. On his return home he showed the letter to his wife. She is a sensitive womantenacious of her character as a fond wife, a faithful mother and a good woman and she broke down completely. All her husband could say to
reassure
her was of
no avail and since she was first tolu of the awful falsehood against her she has been the victim of uninterrupted hysteria. The authorship of the letter has been traced down and found to be that of a woman in the neighborhood who had failed to receive an invitation to an evening party recently given by the object of ner outrageous attack.
B. P. O'Jfeira Poem.
Following is the poem read by R. P, O'Neii at the fair grounds yesterday at the labor picnic. It was written by himself:
OUR DAY.
We now ufito our rulers crare one word to sa y» Wewant no tally-forgers in our public hire, No men like "Woods or Clarkson, Itaum or
QUAY,
Or W. Dudley with his floating "blocks of five," They need not hold their ears, quite to the ground
To hear our wailing or our wrathful groans,— One ftep too far they'll take 'iwill then be a
Our walling'* ended—our vrath is thundertoned, Then will they find the party very short of breath,
That to thugecism by a Pinkerton gives birth Lets murders—like Scot starve little babes to death,
Or a tyrannous Webb crush labor to the earth, Thc*e wrong* we have not silently endured, Our prayers to the* smoke upward to our Starved! Murdered! In prison cells Immured,
How many of our best, by these sleep 'neath the sod? Relentless time year after year rolls by
While slowly drives the world unto its doom. Man some wisdom garners as the ages fly And see bis fellow man sink into the tomb. Now 'gins he rear his head—to 'round him look,
To read the Portents flaming in the sky Begins to turn the pages of great natures book And finds all mon to bo condemned to die. He finds to no one man the right was ever
eap up wealth—amass a nation's treasure, lously fold hands and say, 'tis will of
given he Heaven.
To
Then
Then pass his days in idleness aud plca-ure. While others, in dire need and ponuiy, strive and toil,
Ending their days in bitter pain and want anil woe, Tolling till sets the sun of life in factory, shop or soil,
While others wear in mines, their lives out, the grass below. Righteously, our toilers rise now in their might. "What is ours to us be given"—with manly voice "We ask but ours, free-born man's God given right."
This day should make our weary hearts rejoice, For 'tis the dawning! Out the joweled haze the morn
Bright shines I In Labor's life, tho door-step of Its May. Oh! yo fellow tollers, no more look downcast or forlorn
Hoosier Labor hath for Labor gained a legal holiday, Up all! Clear throats! Send the hat high towards the sky.
And cheer till wide rolling echoes shake the Believe we'll win it by be. and laughter girdle
solid ground.
Force „on our fight! mill bv, Pleasure for all men earth around, ROUBO tip, Oh Labor, to the acme of all freedom climb 'Till like great Edward Bellamy we backward look, View all men happy, calm, God-like and sublime, "And read Life's pages backward like a Hebrew book." Then comcs the golden time! Then each and every roan
Seeing cle.rly backward: Looking o'er the field of fray, Shall lay hand to an equal task, do the best he can,
And
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men hall
ALL
dawns, as
LABOR DAY!
September 1,1890.
GLORIOUS
Queer Place for a Tree.
"One of the most unique sights I have ever seen on my travels," said Arthur Thomas, of New York, °is the old court house in Greencastle, Ind. I was in the town the other day, and my attention was called to a full grown tree. Now, the curious thing about this tree was that it didn't grow on terra finna, but on the tower of the court hptue. The tree sprouted years ago from a crevice in the bricks of the tower, and it developed year after year, until now it is a foot or more in circumference at the trunk. It is one of the most curious tree growths I have seen anywhere. It will have to go soon, however, for the county is going to construct anew court house. It seems a pity that it cannot be preserved, for it is a
lino specimen of
erratic tree growth.—Cinciunati Commercial Gazette.
A Dog That Dcvonrs Hard C**h. Have you ever gone across the inlet with a yachting party and seen Mr. J. D. Smith's shaggy haired dog? He is the most extraordinary shaggy haired dog that you will ever see.
He eats hard cash. "Billy, Billy now then." That is what you say. and you flip him a five cent piece, and he gulps it down like a morsel of meat. Of course everybody who goes over there in a sailing party flips him five cents for the fun of seeing him swallow it, and they swear to me that on Wednesday 1ms ate 15.90, all nickels.—Atlantic City Letter.
An Instrument of Tortur*. At A picnic of the Union choir at Deacon Curtis' farm, an old piano which stood in the parlor attracted much attention from its antiquity, having been manufactured in 1740—IS) years ago. It has six legs, with drawers in front, and is the property of one of Mr. Curtis' brothers, Mr. Frank Putnam. As it was played upon by several of the young ladies, peola of laughter greeted its dulcet tones, and it was unanimously decided that even Mr. Charles Jenningsgood musician that h» is—could hardly keep in tune with its variable harmony. ~4Urihcro (Mam.) Enterprise.
Tfcftt AlMka mad.
An American officer in Alaska has coed a bright Indian boy from torture, and proposes to take the lad to San Prandsoo, and there make of him «ither A lawyer or a missionary. This shows A very level haad. If ths boy turns out to be of the poor and pious nrt make him a missionary, bat if he shows a
desire to
be the first native born Alaskan to go to congress educate him far the bar.—Do troit Free Press*
Do ytm want anything? Bead oar WantoahuaB. ip
TAKEN,BY
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The more John Hurlstone thought of marrying Amy Bayliss the more his conicienee pricked irim, not only on account jf the error of his present way, but also on account of the past.. To blunt the. points that pricked, he had recourse to his favorito liquor, but kept the knowledge of his dissipation from his family, for they never asked when he came home. His bedroom was on the ground floor, and he could admit himself through the French* window if there was any reason to suppose his entrance by the door would be heard.
One night the card party held a very late session,and tho vestryman, who had lad an unusual run of luck, insisted jpon "whooping it up and letting the devil take the consequences." This sentiment thoroughly harmonized with John's mood, and he brewed a bowl of punch that was as seductivo as it was treacherous. The vestryman smacked bis lips and slapped John on the back with brotherly affection. "Never tasted anything sho good in m'life. What d'yer call it, Jack, old fellow?" he said, helping himself to a fifth ladlefuL "I don't know what the right name is," answered Jack, "but in the army they called it hell broth." "The devil they did!" exclaimed the vestryman "they're a wicked lot in the army."
Finally, it was proposed that the party ihould break up, and, as the night was breaking up too, and the punch was all drunk, the motion was adopted, and the vestryman and the lawyer, the banker and the merchants, linked arms and took the middle of the road until their paths diverged. Then they parted, after oft repeated vows of undying friendship.
John had the farthest to go, and the punch was well down in his legs before he got half way home. His head swam, and ho put up his listless hands to wipe away the cobwebs away from his face. How sleepy he felt! He wanted to lie down along the road but something impelled him to keep on, and on he went, his uncertain footsteps taking him within an inch of ditches, heaps of stone, and the rows of trees that flanked the paths. At last he reached the homestead gate. What was the matter with the latch? It seemed possessed of a devil. (John never for a moment suspected that he was the one so possessed.) But finally it yielded to his fumbling, and swung back with a bang against tho fence.
His mother, always a light sleeper, heard the unusual noise, and came to the window to see what was the matter. "Some stray horse or cow must have pushed the gate open," she thought. "I must see that abetter latch is put on."
Thus musing, sho looked down upon the path, and saw the figure of a man staggering up tho walk.
What is it that puts so fine an edge upon a mother's intuitions? Mrs. Hurlstone had never seen a son of hers intoxicated, yet her heart sank within her, and she knew in a moment whose figure that was, and the cause of its unsteadiness. Hastily thrusting her feet into her slippers and wrapping her dressing govrn about her, she ran noiselessly down stairs, fearful lest she should be heard and John's disgrace made known to the family. With trembling fingers she turned the heavy key in the lock and stepped out upon the wide piazza.
WTiere was John? There—that limp and lifeless body lying at the foot of the steps—that was John—her first born, her beautiful boy, covered with mud, his hair tumbled about and matted on his forehead, his face pale and bloated, breathing long, heavy breaths. That was John.
Once, years ago, sho had seen a miserable tramp lying drunk in the gutter, and had pitied him that he could bo so base a thing. And hero was her own son in the same condition, She knew at a glance what was the matter with him, and when she stooped down to put her hands upon his brow she smelt the stale, foul liquor that puffed up from his half open mouth. "Johnt John!" sho cried, in an agony "wake up, my son come into the house and let me put ytm to bed. It is your mother, John, who is speaking to you."
No answer but John's heavy snores. Sho got down on the gravel, and held his head In her lap, and tried every means in her power to wake him bat he slept on. She thought he must be dying, and Iter hot tears rained upon his face. Still bo slept. The gray davm was breaking over the wooded east» Streaks of silver and gold shot through the pine trees. In a short time the family wwild be up, or a neighbor passing by would stop to ask what was the matter, She must get him into the boose, into his own room, and there try to revive him.
Just
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site was aboutto exert all her
strength to lift him, she heard footsteps on the gravel, and saw old Pete, the colored manof all work, coming around a corner of tho house. Old Pete was an early riser, and liked to have his chores done "before the day got ahead of him," so he said. Tbe old man stood for a moment and surveyed the scene. He took in the situation at a glance, and from his oootoett in the matter one might have inferred that it wa» not the first time that t4tiad mm his young mutom
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TBKRB BADTB DAILY NEWS, TUESDAY. SEPTEMBER fi. 1880.
The Story of Young Journalist's Experience§ in Neto Yorb.*.s?
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Copyright by J. B. Lippincott Company, Philadelphia, Pa, and Published by Special Arrangement through the American Press Association. H»+
CHAPTER VII.—-Continued. what consternation tnero would a&T» been in Farmsted if knowledge of this little card party had come to the ears of tho gossips of that quiet townl for these men were the "solid men" of the place— tho wealthy merchants, lawyers and bankers and one of the number (I regret to betray it) waa a vestryman of St Ann's and took up the oollection every Sunday. This worthy man was indignant that John Qurlstone should bo paying court io the rector's daughter. "The young scapegrace!" he muttered behind his janctimonious, smooth slmvcn lip "I should like to tell Dr. Bayl^s of his wickedness." But, much as ne would have liked to expose the young man, he hesitated, for fear the young man might in turn expose him.
"Oh, Pete, Pete, what shall we do? Mr. John is very ill and I can't wake him," sobbed Mrs. Hurlstone. "Jos' you go in tho house and leave him to me, Miss Kitty I'll soon bring him to," Mid Pete, laying down the bucket he was carrying to the well, "What are you going to do to him?" anxiously inquired the mother, kissing her son's damp forehead. "Tliis ain't no place for you, Miss Kitty you go inside, out of the cold. Jes' leave him to me, I'll rub his years that'll bring him round." And he suited the action to the word, rubbing the young man's ears with his horny palms till the mother begged him to stop. But Pete knew what he was about, for in a minute or twc. John bpened his eyes in a lull, listless way, stared at his mother ind closed them again. Then Pete remraed his rubbing, and he opened his 3yes wider and tried to get up. "Go into the house, please, Miss Kitty this ain't no sight for you to see. Leave him to me. I'll get him to bed." And he gently pushed his mistress inside the ioor, and then he helped his master to his feet.
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"What's the matted, Pete?" said John, rubbing his eyes. "Notliin' oncommon," answered Pete, laconically. "Jes'take my arm, and I'll help yer to bed."
John took the arm of the faithful negro, and staggering slightly, got to his room, where the old man undressed him and put him in his soft white bed. There he soon fell fast asleep, but not so heavily this time. While the son was sleeping in his room, tha mother was lying on her couch upstairs, racked by a grief too deep for tears. But she knew that she must get up and put on a cheerful face before her children and be ready to answer any questions they might ask her about John.
Fortunately, John was never an early riser, so their suspicions were not very much excited. They asked why he didn't come to breakfast, and their mother replied that he had a bad headache—perhaps a truer statement than she had thought. About 11 o'clock John appeared upon the scene, and except for a 3light pallor in his cheeks and a faint tinge of gray under his eyes, he looked as fresh as a rose. He had had a cold bath, a good rubbing down, and a cup of hot coffee, and lie felt pretty bright. His hands trembled a little as he held the morning paper up to read, and he had no appetite for the nice little breakfast his mother brought him otherwise he was in fine condition. He. had forgotten all about the night before, and he wondered if it could have been a tear he saw in his mother's eye when 'she kissed him good morning. The mail had just been fetched up from the postoffice, and Mrs. Hurlstone handed John a large, business like envelope, addressed to him in a rough hand. An elaborate stamp on the outside bore the name of "The Grand Mutual Dividend Mining company."
John ripped open the envelope nervously, and his eyes glistened as they ran down the page.
Mother, this is from Col. Mortimer, of Ours he has organized a mining company on anew plan and he wants me for secretary. Ho offers a good" 6alary and little work, and I am to go to New York at once. I'm sorry to leave you, mother dear, but this is an opportunity not to be lost. Mortimer has a great head for schemes. If he goes into one you may be sure there's money in it—at least for him," added John, with a laugh.
Mrs, Hurlstone, did not join in the laugh for if there was a man in the world whom sho feared and disliked it was Col. Andrew Mortimer. He was a brave soldier, but a corrupt and hardened man, and she knew that his influence over John was anything but good. "You don't congratulate me, mother,'' said John, gayly, putting his arm around her waist and kissing her. Indeed she did not. How could she, knowing all sho knew?
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OU maybe sure that RushHurlstoue was not slow to accept the invitation
He len
KnowUon to J"drop in suae evening." As she had requested, he took his banjo with him, and to *ay that be enjoyed his privi
lege is not doing justice to his sensations. There is no denying that Rush was a very attractive fellow. He was a gentleman by birth and instinct be was bright, and could be very amusing. He was so much younger than Helen that Aunt Rebecca regarded him to "perfectly safe," and Helen never thottght of him as anything more than an agreeablo boy—enthusiastic, and enough of a musician to be sympathetic,
His ear for music was quite remarkable. Of notes he knew little, but he could catch on air Mid play it the piano After a few hearings, Helen Knowlton, whroutward life was necessarily mor&or less artificial and constrained, found this young fellow a pleasant change from the men of fashion mod of the stage, by whom she was usually surrounded. By the people of the stage •be was aamttitided only at the opes* bouse, to be saraa but she saw enough cf them to have a
wbosinigs in frritay is not a
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{tetty poor opinion of
their manhood, In particular. Indeed, she qitita^ared tha opinion of a big voiced bamm once wv, who, gainer Aske4^$S*dtdn*t think ^pertain
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yond words. aont say tnas tnsro are no exceptions to this rule, but, if there are, they have not oome under my observation,
I am sorry to say that Rush occasion* ally dropped into song, but be sang very unprofessional^, and his voice was a barytone. He was on such friendly relations with Helen and her aunt that one evening, when bo wanted to show them how a certain Creole song went which ho bad picked up from a young Ixuisianlan at college, ho played tho strange accompaniment on the piano and sang tho song, Helen was delighted with his voice as well as with the'song, and she thought his style, uncultivated as it was, very fascinating. She complimented him so judiciously that he was led on to sing often, and she offered to teach him some Scandinavian love songs she had brought home from Europe with her. So it will bo Been that their eveningB were passed very pleasantly.
Aunt Rebecca did not like her niece to be dragged too deep into tho social whirlpool sho thought that her professional life was exciting enough, and, unless Helen had some invitation she could not v»sll refuse, she liked her to pass a quiet evening at home. She looked upon Rush as a godsend, for he was interesting enough to keep. Helen from being bored by herself, and as he was so young and without fortune he did not come into line with possible suitors for her niece's hand. Rush was very well satisfied with this arrangement, for it put him upon a very friendly footing. Helen would see him when she would not see men whom she regarded with more favor in a certain way, for sho did not feel that she had to put herself out to entertain him. When West Hastings referred to Rush's rather intimate footing in the family, she replied that he was "only a boy," and seemed to be very much amused that this man of tho world should regard him with the slightest feeling of jealousy. "Boys are often more dangerous than they seem to be," he replied, with a slight scowl for nothing annoyed him more than to be laughed at, no matter how gentle the laugh.
As for Helen, she soon forgot the conversation. She liked Rush as a companion—"a nice young brother," was the way she put it. Rush did not regard Helen with, so Platonic an affection. He fell more deeply in love with her every time he met her, and he was very much afraid that' he would betray himself. Such a thing as that, he knew, would be fatal. So he waited as patiently as he could. "Constant dropping wears away a stone," he said to himself. "I shall hang on and keep up my spirits as best I may. In the meantime I shall work for money and position as no man ever worked before, and my time will come." Archie Tillinghast, who could not but notioe Rush's devotion to Helen, said to him one day, "Rush, old man, I hate to see you playing tame cat to a prima donna."
Rush replied with a fierceness that must have proved to his friend that if there was anything of the cat in his disposition it certainly was not of the tame species. "If another man had 6aid that to me, I would have made him measure his length on the sidewalk. But I will take a good deal from you, Archie. No more of tills, however." "As you like, dear boy," returned Archie "but I think you aro cut out for something better than to stand around with a hundred other men and burn incense before a public singer." "Your words aro no doubt well meant, Archie, but they are uncalled for. I am content to be one of a hundred' now there is no reason I should not be but I may outstand tho ninety-and-nine, and be swinging my censer all alone some day," he said, laughingly and, putting his arm through Archie's, they continued their walk in peace and quietness.
Archie made up his mind to say no more upon tho subject, no matter what he might think. "As well try to sweep the cobwebs out of the sky with a whisk broom as to open a man's eyes when ho is in tliis condition," he said to himself.
Rush was not always content with himself or with his position. There were times when he resented being treated as a boy. Ono night in particular he was in a lamentable state of mind. Ho bad gone to tho academy with Helen and her aunt, and, naturally, expected to take them homo but West Hastings came behind the scenes with Uncle Lightfoot Myers, Mrs. Dick Griswold and a lot of other people to congratulate the prima donna on a brilliancovening's work, and invited the whole.party to supper at Delmonico's.
Helen, who thought that Rush had brought her to the theatre to accommodate her rather than for any pleasure to himself, believed that he would be glad of the release, and said, in her politest tones: "I won't trouble you to take me home, Mr. Hurlstone. Mr. Hastings and these good friends have kindly volunteered their services. It was very good of you to bring me. Good night," she added, putting out her hand. He bowed ovsr it, but Baid nothing as he turned to go. "Stay one moment," said Helen, taking up ono of the dozen bouquets that had been thrown to her. It was of red roses they were not so common -then as they are today. West Hastings had sent it. Ho always sent the same, for he liked to hear people say, as it fell upon the stage, "That is from West Hasting? be always sends those big red rosea." "Mr. Hurlstone^ don't you want a rose?" And, choosing the finest one from the bunch, she fastened it in his buttonhole. "Thank you," ho said, rather stiffly, as he bowed himself out. He would have felt better in his mind if he had seen the expression ft annoyance that passed over West Hastings' faceand known the cause. But he didn't, and be went out across the dimly lighted stage in a most unenviable frame of mind, "Am I tame cat, itfter alF* fee asked himself, bitterly. "Shall I allow her to kick me out of her way, and theq come purring back and be happy again tomb up against her garments? What an idiot Iiunl'Tb&sortof thing will drive all the manhood out of me. I had better take to the wilds and chop wood to the end of my days. That at least would be a manly vocation. Ill never see her again. Xli forget all that Mas been so pleasant and buckle down to work. Ill win fame and fortune, and then she will aeowhMsbehaal
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rJRAIDED BARBLESS SPRING STEEL RAIL FENCING." Gives entire satisfaction for Field, Lawn, Park, Poultry, Garden and Ornamental Residence ncing. Smooth, Very Strong, Elastic, Beautiful, Economical and Everlasting! So great Is tho strength of these wires that no barbes ara needed, they are practically "Fenco Ralls!".
Their irresistable strength and elasticity afford protection without risk of inUiry, of tea death, where barbed wire is used! 2,000, lb». pull will not break ono of these "Hraidei Rails!" 1.300 to 1,500 pounds breaks tho strongest barbed wire, 85 pounds of "Braided Wiro" will mnko as much fence as 100 pounds of barbed wire. People in both town and country can build a "Braided Rail Fence" for less than the cost of the work alone on an old fashioned rail, board or stone fence. Don't all*w any dealer in. other kind of
wire
do to tie to" (because he may only wish ho had the "Braided Wire" to sell). Come straight t» "Headquarters" and investigate for yourself. It will pay you. Weare also the "Pioneers" in introducing Commercial Fertilisers to make poor soil rich and rich soil better. Quit investing in oil, gas woll, board of trade or lottery schemes and try 25, 6S, 100 or 200 pounds of "Bone Meal" or "Bone Phosphate" on your farms, gardens, flowers, lawns, and parks and find that "more gold lies about plow deep than elsewhore." You can double and tripl your present crops on one-half the ground you have been working by using 200 or S00 IDS. off ,)d fertilizer to tho acre. They are doing it elsewhere. Why cau't
too? Try it. You will not get victimized this time. You will want more of this kind of "stock.
M'FERRIN BROS., Terre Haute, Ind., 15 Soutli 2d St., West side of New Court House
Also dealers In Mitchell Wagons. Buggies, Carts, Deering Junior All Steel Binders and Mowers, Plows, Avery Cultivators, Solid Comfort Sulkies, Duplex Feed Mills, Bucket Pumps, Huber Engines and Threshers, Farm, Garden and Ornamental Picket Fencing.
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LOUIS D. SMITH, 661 Main Street.
train*. Dealer in TOYe, NOTIONS
8LATK AND TIN ROOFING. SHEET MKTAL WOBK IN ALL ITS BRANCHES. Sole agent for KRCSE A VX «'S WROUGHT STKKL FURNACE.
COAL AND WOOD.
Household Goods
STORAGE ROOMS
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SMITH'S,
945 MAIN STREET.
Block Nat.. Washington Lamp Shelburn Washington Not... Hard Ooal......... Blacksmith Ooal... Stove Wood........
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do it around here,
2.20 2.20 1.85 7.60 6.00 8.76 per oord
Telephone 187.