Terre Haute Daily News, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 7 March 1891 — Page 7
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"FHE NEW DOY IN SCHOOL. ''U a cat Kl:«atd cbcac.- into rsrrst" They say it er"1» awkward ariis on- .. rl-J*e:
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t» school Oft aakffis fate d^btrt,
W41wft t4oni(tt« nat asbi uriataiUli't case. ... Apooq4 him sees an expanse of strange faccK,
Bixhjg hta ttp with an eye-searcMng quir And loty?** ibait too'# tKSiag
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All tjo way from his tec* dear* up to ma phfa? 'Ml Ifcrwj scati away there sits the school .belly.
With a rooed tmSict-besd and a Jaunty sn«t» Uis «s gtta says! Til ace you at re coar
VhU tneao*a forced fight sad volley of ttows. Tho ogfr hty ferti tnck look of defiance.
Totiuxroand-Ueoded bully's insolent leer: For the (3s.-bitant knows It woa't do for a moor it
To ?jt i?'c ctuip think he'* acquainted with tea.*jn the reboot (to cAtms from perbap* be «u {trader.
Jnirtalk*. la sport*. or to nrleks thee ore rftln not hcTtS bo feci* bumbled and qalte "small point feet,"
And nifftig to bo back to his old school a?ain. Eo know* that for kins the practical jokers Win endgji their bruins with schemes to .oonoy. And toftiuyn to come tbe e&aaee# are ©crtat*
Tfcut troub.es and trials wilt beset the new
Boa't pit? Itlm. readers A year heaoe, I'll warrant, "Haft 'lior. well tDctr* the new bey will bet Awl thftt trU bo and tbe round-headed tally
In oil worldly matter* will sweetly ogreo: While, fa less than that time, the tcache* tplfljt say—
Though this is by no means always tho role— With and Jnt tbr- faintest of smiles:
Trial tbtfncw twy t« now tlse "Old Boy" ta bc^i'ioi —P. C. Fossett, in Golden Days.
TAUGHT BY A YANKEE.
A. Now York Man's Experience as a Horso Trader.
NEW YORKER who spent a portion of the summer in Vermont nays that a something: up there which he considers worth a great deal of money. lie cortainly tells an entertaining1 story about the matter. "It %vaa up at
We hired our liorscs of the village liveryman, and Ho:aotime« we hnd good otios mid Hometimus we 'got atuck.' "Or^j day vve were given the worst ,s\ horse that overdrove, lie was nil right twi fr^jis looks were concerned, but ho wouldn't go worth a cent. 1 chirruped at hia, I gadded him, but ho kept on %vitf»o.otoady four-mile gait, Absolutely unaffected by ny thing that I did. I tried ib scare the old fellow, but he was bniwsi* tlian Ethata Allen, and wouldn't a jtjivtJr aor twist an ear, nor tnako any pother movement indicative of alarm
Joven when I shot off both barrels of my Vyan right over his back. *1 understand aifrn\0 I said to my wife, 'why this horsa lueailpd Molaoscs.1
Well, we jogged along- until wo came to a fork in the road. Which way to go wai now than I knew. 'L et the horse lake his own course.' said my wife. •Pvo oftsu heanl that horses Imow where to take poopla when the people themselves are entirely lost.' I acted upon t*»y wife's rtiggestioa at once. Ajyy ihhr: was better than waiting1. I |thrmr th linos down over the daahfk«vrd and ,Haid: 'Get up. Molasses.*
Th» first thiag 1 knew the horse was dragging u. Uotne at his rcgulaUon foar-mll*«{ia-hottr gait. It took all my tiiiTir'Tth to stop him and turn him unt. )f eocrse we went btvek to the fork of the i-oad and l»eg:m to wait again. 'You'ni all right In yonr ploo»\* I said to my vrifc. 'but you needn't attempt to jmrn tMtwum5o furain," "1 jkr-ftuou thai we waited a quarter »t an ]brur before anylnxly came along, and then the oue who came eamo with a ^rash, ftgrt*,t rattling of wheels herald*
Mg iiiii txnning. stopped the msp 'WiliCnJl: (\imc aloogsUlo, and asked him Which mad to take to get to the
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gvt tbat hoss of yours fust rate. I*v® prt die perfect image of him up to my boose, and want to mate him tho wust kind. I'll tell yon what J'U do with yer. Now, here's a hoes that is worth an even hundred dollars more*n your'n. Bat if yoa want to give mo twenty-five dollars to boot yon can drive my hoss off with yoa and I'll drive your'n off with me.' 'Bnt Uiis horse doesn't belong to me, I tell you.' said, somewhat angrily,,*ifc belongs to Mr. Carroll over at Hyde Park.' 'Is that Hi Carroll's hoss?* demand' ed the man, appearing to bo very much pleaaed by the discovery 'Why, Hi Carroll's been trying to git this hoss of mine for a year back, lie offered me two hundred dollars cash for him last week, bnt I wouldn't look at it. an* by gosh, now that I come to get a little nigber, I'll be switched if that hain' old Molasses that you're hitched up to. *On my word Carroll offered me fifty dollars to boot between my boss and old Molasses only day before yesterday bnt I hadn't never seen him hitched up and I didn't know what a good match he was for mine. Of course. I'm twen ty-five dollars out tradin* on these terms, but if you
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QffS"* Hyde Parle," ho says, "that we put in our vaca
tion, ajjil we were delightfully situated in a grdat house upon the top of a big hill, Krotn our windows wo conld see no ciul of beautiful country, and of
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she's a go. she's
a go. My name is Deacon Smith, of Smithville, and whenever I say a thing I stiek to it. Only I reckon Hi Carroll will be the tickled est man you ever see when he gets this hoss of mine for twenty-five dollars and old Molasses.* "Well, I made the trade. Carroll was a business man I reckoned, and would be very glad to get Deacon Smith's horse twenty-five dollars cheaper than he had ever hoped to get it. The deacon agreed with me and so did my wife. 'This is something like,' I said to my wife as we drove off, the new horse traveling magnificently. I continued to think well of the horse throughout our drive, and it was with perfect confidence that 1 should receive some very warm words of thanks from Mr. Carroll that I drove int* the stable on my return to Hyde Park. My wife was with mc she said that she wanted to hear what Mr. Carroll had to say. 'But Mr. Carroll was not at home. That's too bad,' said my wife, and I agreed with her. But 1 told the hostler to unharness the new horse and to put him into a stall, and he set at work to do it, 'Good-looking hoss,' he said, as he unhooked the traces. *Yes,' said I. *and ho is just as good as he looks.'
'Did you get somo spectacles to go with him?' the hostler asked a moment' later, looking at me with a leer. •I knew at once that Deacon Smith's horse was blind, and I was tremendous-
THE HOUSE'S TAIL CAME OFF WITH IT. ly startled by the knowledge. Dut I didn't propose to let tho hostler bother me. So I amswered back bravely enough: 'Oh, well, that's nothing. He travels just as well as he ever did.' 'Of course,' said the hostler, seeing that was on my dignity, '1 don't know but what I'd just as lief havo«. blind horse as any other kind. I've times thought there wasn't any sense in putting eyes into horses, anyway.' 'Why. Alfred.' said my wife, *you don't mean to nay that that horse is blind?* *Ccrtc.la!y he'tS. my deaf. Didn't yoa know itv' I answered. 'Why, you couldn't buy that horse for one thcasand dollars if be had two good eyes.' "That silenced my wife. "Meanwhile the hostler had gone on unbtiekling the straps. He had taken off the headstall and the breastplate and han,? them up on a hook. Then he came to tho horse and gave a strong pnll at the saddle. The saddle came off, but the crupper stnek fast. So the hostler gave another pull, but still the crupper kept its place. Then the hostler got angry and exerted aii of his strength. You could have hung an ulster on each one of my eyes when I saw that, crupper come off and the horsoV. tail with it Q# 'You brute!" I exclaimed, rushing up to tho hostler, 'you deserve to be shot for such cruelty.' "The hostler leaned back against a post and laughed aa though lie would burst. *You think It a joke, do you. you miserable villain.' I shouted in a rage, to pull a horse\h tail off.' "Still he laughed. "I took off my coat, having made up my taind to give that man the worst thrashing he ever had 1b his life, when suddenly my wife dropped to the floor, a* tUo novelist® say. with a dulL sick* ening thud, and I was compelled to leave the hostler to j?o to her. 'Take me away!* my wifo exclaimed as soon aji she had r^eorcred oon.vwnr«tt\«*. and 1 started awty «th her.
1 v. hea.^j for. 11? told taw thanK'-Ml ha sjyd «u ja..t j»fc»rtwhen "ibke up end saMk ~s yonNre get hissed at the hostler a* I left the *ta-
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'Say. iKMts,' said the ho*Uer, foJKwIng me for a jstep or two, *doyou i»ink I would pull the tall off a horse? Kot ctach I wouldnH. That horse hain't had no tail for ten yean. That thing
iu pulled off hain't nothing bnt a bunch of
vcoukl in thbttld hair strapped on for looks' sake and doesn't belong to a He be- tradin* purpoMft.* to a mail over at nytpUjt^c »1 paid Mr. Owrotl just aa eveaooa hundred dollmra kfcw I eosld get
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THE NORTH STAR, Wbta twUpht's porp:a vail la furled Beyond the weitern day, Aad alowty o'or the darkoaed «orld
She glanced around her cozy kitchen with a smile of approval. To be sure, the frontier home in tho wilds of New York Stato was not like old Connecticut, but then it was snug and cheery.
I know mother lia1? no better fire than this, at any rate," she said, gazing musingly into the ruddy coals. "They said a pioneer life would be so hard, but it isn't—very, and then I have Jack to myself so much, and I couldn't do that at horae," and the dimples crept around the loving mouth. But with something very like a sigh the girlmother whispered to baby: "If it only wasn't quite so far away so that your grandma could see you once before yon aro a big boy.*'
Pausing in her meditations, she listened a moment and then glanced from the winter sunshine on the floor to tho little Dutch clock on tho shelf, saying aloud: "Why! only three o'clock and the cows ooming home already! Jack said he hod put their fodder in the little pasture where they would bo sheltered from the wind."
She rose and went to the window, murmuring: "Perhaps a wolf has frightened them. Well, the gates' are open and they've gone into tho yard."
Baby, roused by her exclamation, uttered a sleepy pretest at being waked from his nap for even the most astonishing cause so, sitting (')wn, she hushed him to sleep again h1 then went on with her knitting. tv\, .ug sagely: "I need not worry, if it is any tiling, it won't come into the clearing by day-
TKRRE HAUTE DAILY NEWK SATURDAY, MARCH 7, 1^91.
TtH etam eoaje forth la Url£h arrayWhoa Venn* bfcle* her Un.rnlng face Upon oUt Ceeaa'* tivtahled breast, Or. weary of his msreh Umnsh apace,
Mara earapa battiad tho taoaatala CRWti The sailor OT the taoo3les9 aoa, Tbe pilgrim of the t*acl»!ow plaia, ^Rte bcsMhaaa pautiaj to be free, "rr", .'-
Ttu-s asrUimrj aad take heart ayaln I Pot titers, ab«w 9 oamci«urod heights, Aa ecaWcia of eternal iratlt. Uaehangol aald *t the ebaagtojj lights,
Tbe North Stwr lifts her crown of youth. Setr-e?atered is the boca&osj blue, C^Ua dweller of tbe vaat uakaown, £Wrf Forever Vendor, strong and true,
Serenely from her distant throne She sjazes dowa the vctculaos deo?
White fforSds ore drilling at her feet Aad mighty ci3steliatloa» iiweep A roan 1 her like an rnuScss fleet »f, Tbe Northera L.lciV'i across hsr fll ttg
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TSie gtory of their daaelng Sttoara. The florals# Stars Ma^a'.h her slag
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The cboru-s of Cvc-.' iua'a years— Aod trMlc thr ny.-?:cEu» tslnk and rise A 3d ptaaets to each other nod Tbei ligat streams from her tr.inqali eycis
As steadfast as Vtt» love cf God. k? -Jaoes G. Clark, in Youth's Companion.:-
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WOMAN'S ADVENTURE.
What It Was That Game patting After Her.
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HE dinner dishes were done the bread molded down and set to rise for the last time. Baby had been fed, and then, as Martha Wadsworth cuddled the sleepy a against her
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pressed a rapt us is the chubby hand clinging to her a ing: "Bless his it a Mamma would
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all day. She wishes there was nothing else to do." But as this reminded her of her work, she stopped fondling him, and crooning softly, swayed back and forth in the 'creaky rocking chair. Baby popped his thumb into his month, sucked it vigorously for a moment, then grew quieter and quieter. Mother rocked more and more slowly, and at last sure that his majesty was sound asleep, rose and laid liim carefully down in the rough oaken cradle. She tucked up the blanket and stood for a moment patting him and gently jogging the cradle. Bruno came from his place by the fire and poked his black nose inquiringly into baby's rosy face. With a lifted, warning finger, Mrs. Wadsworth bade him: "No, no, sir! Go lie down!" Then sho built up the big fire, gave a knowing little poke to the fat loaves, took hor knitting-, and, with one foot on tho rocker, settled herself for a quiet afternoon.
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light, and Jack wilt be home before it Is dark.*" "Q I'* Meanwhile the sunlight slipped quietly away from the little window, the firelight grew redder and redder, aad the shadows darkened as the early winter twilight caw on. Mrs. Wadsworth rolled up her knitting aad put the bread In the oven. Baby had waked and was growing" rcst!i»ss, so she took him up, pausing in kr p!am for Jock's supper to aaarure her "little man** that he ahould have hi* dinner— "yoa he should." Glancing at tho frost fathering on the window, she addled:
Wa eoid. aad hell bs terribly httniirry.
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fovxid this morning. Yes, I left tliem in the barn. Dear me, they'll be frozen. I mnstmn righfc out and get them."
She put baby down hastily, hung a string of spools from the cradle top, then set it rocking, and while he struggled with sturdy,' Ineffectual clutches to grasp the swing wonder, she caught up the little red blanket* threw It over her head and started for the barn.
The trees stretched a laoe-work of bare branches against the golden-tinted sky, the crescent moon wars a silver tlircad, all tempting her to linger, but the frosty air hurried her on down the snow-trodden path to the barn. She heard Bruno's step pitapat, pitapatting at her hoels, and put out her hand, sayting cheerily: "Nice old fellow!** but instead of responding with a touch of his cold nose, he seemed to pause and draw back. Yet Martha, without looking behind her, stepped briskiy on to the barn. As 6he neared it she again spoke to her four-footed escort: "I forgot about the cattle, Bruno. I am just as well pleased that you eamc. Let's hurry!"
She half paused at the door then, with an uneasy laugh, forced herself to go on.
It was as dark as a pocket inside, but she remembered just where she had left the eggs, on tho meal-bin in the corner. Feeling for them her hand struck the basket and picking it up she hurried out, feeling a vague sense of danger.
She walked with a rapid footstep, for it trat pretty dark and—but then die heard Bruno's steps behind her, and •with him she was safe- However, she was glad to reach the house, and running up the steps flung open the door and turned back with a joyful,, ''Come in, Bru—"
But the words died on her lips, for it was not Bruno that she saw, but along crouching figure with flaming eyes! The real Bruno sprang growling from the fire.
Quick as a flash, she crowded to the door and dropped the heavy bar then sprung and slammed and barred the massive window shutters then stood with set teeth listening to Bruno's savage baying and for something else. What was it that had been following her so steadily, so stealthily in the dim light? What should she do? Were they safe now?
She looked at Baby. He was kicking up his heels, happy as a kitten. Bruno had stopped barking and only Went from window to door, growling deep in his throat, as if from the memory of an enemy. Should she let him out? No, if he should be killed there would be no protection for herself—and then her husband!, She ordered Bruno to lie
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'I COULD 8KE HIM OX TItK FENCE." down and he obeyed, but with watchful eyes and deep growls.
Taking down tho shotgun she loads it with buck-shot, trying to keep under this terrible fc.-ir at her heart by saying: "He has his rifle and muxf see it— it isn't very dark yet."
Sho had hardly finished loading her gun when there rose a sudden bawling among the cattle. Bruno sprang baying to the door. Should she let him go? lie might bo able to protect the cattle or he might bo killed, and then, how could she give the alarm to Jack? These thoughda had hardly passed through her mind when a rifle shot rang out above the other sounds, tier husband!
Quickly opining the door she let Bruno out then stood trembling a,nl sick with her hand on the bar. Minutes, they seemed lipnrs, passed and then a firm step came creaking over the snow. In a moment the door flew open and Jack burst in full of excitement, but instead of paying attention to liia joyous exclamation: "0, Mattie, come and see what I've shot," she dropped on the floor and cried. This was all the answer that her bewilderedi husband got to kisses and petting protestations, that "It's all right, little woman. Why, there is nothing to cry for:"
I thought it was Bruno—and—oh. dear! Ill netcr go out to the barn again!" But she did, tho next morning, just to see her escort of the previous evening, and it was the biggest panther ever killed in those parts. •'There,'' said Jack, "ai I came down the rood, I heart! the cows making a great racket. So 1 ran across the field, and there I could sec him sitting on the yard fcnce, showing black against the sky, and I dropped him at the first shot.**
The great, glossy, tawny skin made a splendid rug for baby to play on before the fire, but it always gave Uis mother the "creeps'* to see it, for, said she: "To think of my putting my hand back and almost on that panther's nose! I know if I had happened to stop or started to run he would hare sprung. Ugh! I never see the old skin hut I hear his cushioned paws pitapat, pitapatting after meF*—Gertrude Wimans, in American Agriculturist. sp.- & j. sfefif Hysifuk ItMSk
Teacher—So you caa't remember tbt name* of tbe great lakes. Can't yoa beep them In your head?
Johnny—No, mum. If I was (bo keep them lake* la my bead I might ge& water on tbe brain.-—Ifeiois Sifting*. g|
bat tbe biscuits will b® hot sort Vis "jtsfe I Bill—"Who isT STiB-**My *weetcook up setae tgz* to eat wttJt them. Som I #& wiCk IhoN I
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heart.n Efll—"And yo« might aid: toianttfuliy e!nrple."~Y«nkae Blada.
CHOICE BITS OF VERSE. A Glimpse ol ParadbM, Tbe berried, worried ednor
Sat tolling in hts chair With Ink'saeara on bis fiagere. and OonftreioD la hia batr There entered then ao ageat. one
Whose worths were brief aad few Who satd* "Oar firm would like to aftT,
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Vertise a bit with yoa We cover change electro -wt, it will not warp aor masb. And berc la what brings you
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Ten eenta a Hue—spot cash. We do ant care tor top o( eoL. & Nor next to reading mat. *Tw nor cod. 0 Nor ask for reader® fat.
V.'e have no calendar to If With puffs of our tirci. We run no pictures ol disease
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To make your readers squirm. And if. perchance, your foreman sbooSa A few Insertions misa We will not cancel contract, aor
Sead postal oard like this. We give you ten per not of all The business we make From our ni in your paper. That's
At*, doou-hy—good luck—ehak«r* The meek and lowly agent turned Onto the office door Tho editor, with three great gasps, v, Expired on tho floor —Jack Bennett. In Jooroaiist
A Child with Nothing to Dv" 1 have shot my arrows and span my wp And bandied my last new ball, 1 trundlod my hoop till bad to slope.
And 1 swung till 1 got a fall 1 tumbled my books aU out of the shelves And humetl the pictures through rve flung them v.-here tbey might sort tkem selves-.
And now I've nothing to da
The tower of Babel 1 bn!t of blocks Came down with a crash to the Boor My train of curs rail over the rocks
I'll warrant they'll run no more: *ve raced with Grip till I'm out of bmsaib My sialc is broken in two. So 1 can't draw monkeys I'm tired to death
Uecause I've nothing to do' The boys Uuve gone to the pond to fish They bothered 1:10. loo to go. But lor fun like that 1 hadn't a wish.
For I thi&U it's mighty slow To sit all lay at the cud of a rod For the sake cf a minnow or two, Or to land, at the l.vrthesi. aa eel on the spd
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I wish I was poor Jim Foster's son. For he seems no happy and gay. When his wood la chopped and bis work all done,
With his little half hour to plcy Ue neither hat« books, cor top, nor baa. Yet he'd singing the nole day through. But then, he ncvur Ih it red at all.
Becaune he has something to dot —Margaret .1. Preston, in Chimes for Church Children.
A Drram of tbe Sea.
A farmer lad in h)s prarrie home Lay dreaming ol the sea, He ne'er baJ seeu it, but well he knew Its pictured image and heavenly hue. And he dreamed he swept o'er Its waters blue,
With the winds a clewing free. With the winds so fresh and frea
lie woke: and he said: The day will some When that shall be truth to me But as years swept by him ho always fouad That his feet were clogged and bis bonds «ere bound. Till at last he lay in a narrow mound.
Afar from tbe sobbing sea. The sorrowing, sobbing sea.
Oh,.many there are on the plains to-night, That dream of a voyage to be. And havo said in their souls: "Tbe day wit come When my bark shall sweep through tho drifts of foam." But their eyes grow dim and their iips grow dumb,
Afar from the tossing sea. Tbe turbulent, tossing sea —Albert Bigelow Pah»e.
Ivheterle v*. I«vc.
Fedora's found another "fad." And 1 ana wild with apprehension Lest her strange fancies drive mo mad.
My mind is put to sutih a tension. A rhetoric each day she CODS She studies with a rhetorician. And such a learned air sho dous,
My learning seems a mere tradition. Blush-rose" was once my name for her If cow 1 nse the dear expression. Ebo earn!y dubs it "metaphor,"
And 1 must own the so.'t transgression. And when tny folthful love 1 tell. In gnisc of some romantic story. She bang* ?on each syllable.
And eric*: "A charming allegory I" Should ibl3 sad state continue laag— As long as melancholy Lent Is— Farewell to light, and love, and fongl
I'll surely be ion tonip«* uttant. If I could get my clmshes now— (So desperate Is my enwtltton). Upon that "language m:xt" I vow
I'd ehoUc the wratohed rketorlolaal —Harry i'clouae. in Detroit Free l*wts.
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She tfus ironing her dolly's sew gown. Maid llarian, four years obi. WhSe her brows puckered down In a painstaking Trown
Under her tresses of gold. Twas Sunday, aad nurse coming Sa Exclaimed in atone of surprise: Don't you know it's a sin Any work to begin
On the day that the Ltr! sanctifies?" Then, lifting her face Hke a rose. Thus answered this wise little t»t: Now. don't you suaposs The good l^ord He knows
This little iron ain't hot —Elizabeth VV Bellamy, in Wtoe Awat* Lojtl One Golden liocr. Oo. prtat so wkle the world may read,.
And shout so all can bear A gets from life's bright diadem is gone fur aye. I fear. Tis lost, aad where. I cannot tell
In nook, or shady bow'r. I've idly let It slip awayOne precious, golden hour! Twas mine. In rosy bne or mora.
And lost were vespers lay Bad sang, with twilight's lullaby Its sweeping mates away. O. tireless Ttoel turn back tbe tMe,
With all Ciy might aad mala, To Had thai oas. lost. goMea hoar." Aad make It mine agalal —George K. Powell, In tster Ocesa.
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tt was a pitiful talstaka An errar cad and grim I waited for the railway trsla,
Tbe light was low aad dim. It eaaie at last, and from t*e ear f~ There stepped a dalatydaaM,
And looking op aad down tbe pi see. She straight an to me came. "Oh Jackr sheened. -ObdearoSdJsefcP*
And kissed rae as abe spake •v.^Thea looked agala. aad frlghMaeA art** -V$ iOkvtnt»Mawafe»r *f. ¥$Isatt: morsfve sMt taaldea tefa
That I am act year £Mk, Aad as regards the irtse yw* gwa ruswaigatway gi** back." Aad siace that otght 1 haveeftsa staod oatteptatform f^ted«au Batoaly «oce la a aasn'swastottls
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HEBOID TIME TiBLE
mrAIDABBTIMBlO •flMmgou^n THAI CITY TIM.
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Trains leaves for the Booth at and 10:00 m. Trains arrive from the South at &M a «t: ll:« am and MM# m.
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Trains leave for tbe Northwest att^fta ml 8 15pm. Trains arrive from the North waUst 11.-W and 7:10 pm .*
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Trains leave for the South, mail aad txproe 8:10 am Worth. Mixed 4:05 u. Arrive from the South, Worth a mail and express, 4:05 m.
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Trains leave for the North st &3»a at! 1&1S m, Watseka accommodation. 4N «aid 10:20 m.
Trains arrive from the North at &<£ a to ."!• pm 9:50 a Watseka accommodation. a. a.
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Trains leave for the East at at 1:1* a an #.-02 m: 1:10 and m. Leave for tbe West at 1:5S am Hc» a at, l:lt and 7:is m.
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Trains leave for the West at 1:42 a ai: titsir 2:15 pm &10 SC04 and4«p»u. Arrive from the West at 1:12 a l.« m, 12:42 paillJp lu .VOO and fc» a
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Trains leave for the East at 1r» a as LSI am 7:15 am 1&47 StS-j ». Arrive i-om the East at 1:20 a IMS a 2:00 S:05 €:45 and 9:00 m.
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Trains leave for the Kortb atfc0« iu: aud 4:00 m. Arrive from the North at 12:00 neoa and T::* m.
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FOR 40 TEARS nit. WJH.
HILL'S BiLSiM!
FOR THE LUNGS
Hss been a never failing remedy for COlIC.'»9, JLV*'1?*' O IK 11 JM Pi ll O *, NWKK THROAT, H04RNKNEKW. P1TXVXO. NIA, 1KFL11KKZA, ACCTR AMI IHROMt KKOXCHirAK. AKTIf MA WHOOPING COUGH. V&OVr. 11.MI. R1ST, PAIS IN TVIK Al«a BREAST, NPI1TIXG OF BLeOD,
And all Diseases of the
THROAT, CHEST and Ll^GS.
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Dr. WH. HALL'S BAIAAK sanfetaft opium, morphine, nor any dctctetimadawr. soothes and heals the Membranes af Mm fluu#* uuiL'u uuii j.- iooiitu b.v disease, and "ts night sweats and tighineai somns chest. It is pleasant Ki ths taste.
For Sale by JACOB HA UK. 1701 and 70S Wabash Am. PRICK SiSr, OOe and 91.00. Dr. WM. HALL *0., MEW 1'OBK
BATfl 11017**.
KICliANGE ARTESIAN BATH
B8USK
The water from these well* doee not strike the tir until it in iu the bath tub, thus precervjutf
health giving qualities. It is pronound-a by physicians to be superior to the famous Hot Springs. »uJ rooms. Horses takea care of while you are bathing
iigs. Cold and hot baths, vapor, Turkish Russian baths. Xlegant ladles' waitl^s
Corner Tenth aad Cbortnut streets, oosr anion depot
JOB PHIKTKR.
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Job Printer,
NO TtOUBLE TO CIVE ESTIMATKa
23 SOUTH FIFTH ST.
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Sa* a full tine of Isndaus. eosehes. eoopes, etc. I have tbe only eight pawenger
THEATER PARTY COACH
In the city. The latest novelty ia the livery line. Special attentioa given la theater (Jarties, weddings, funerals, ste.
WM. A. HUNTER,
S13,614 nd 616 Cherry BbntL Telephone iu.
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