Terre Haute Evening Gazette, Volume 6, Number 176, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 8 January 1876 — Page 6
ft Beyonl Jordon. AndJhev came to him, mothers of Judab,"
Dark-eyed and in splendor of hair, Bearing ciov. over shoulders of beauty,
Alfid bosoms half bidden, hall' bare
And they brought hiui their babes ud besought bins, Half kneeling, with suppliant :'ir, To fbless the ,brown cherubs rhey brought him, "With Loly hands laid in their hair.
Tfcpn reachiag his hands bR.'said, low I v. Jmf SUCH is My Kingdom and then Aolc the brown little babes in the holy I Zr-„-
White hands of the Savior oi roen Ktld them olose to bis heart anu ca rc-ssed them,
Tut bin face down to theirs as in pravor.jj rat iiieir ueads to his neck nm! SO blessed them,
With baby bands hid in his ha r. —From Joaquin Miller's last volume.
TIIIB
Parisian Detective
OB,
A DESPERATE DEED.
BY
ERSKINE BOYD.,
ATFRNOB OF "THB
0
STOLEN CHILD,"
"PIUVS"
FROM HOME," &c„ &C.
CHAPTER XXXIX. A FEARFUL THOUGHT.
ffhank froodness!" muttered the old •man, pausing1 in his hurried walk homejwards, "thaf. for to-day I shall liave the {privilege of being- alor.e, and oorifer upon jmyself the inestimable benefit of a good filuhk. Poor Noel! he, at least, won't eat »Wfl chop with the same appetite when he 'hears the news. What does it matter, after till? I'll adopt him, if he likes, and givo him my name. It hasn't got a handle to it, like the de Yalcourts' but it's an honest name, and none of our set have afegraced it as yet After all, Gevrol's story doesn't change the situation of the young Viscount, nor alter my opinion as to 'kistefuilt. He is the real heir to the estate, and much good may they do him! it is very evident that neither he nor his father are acquainted with the extraordin,arv circumstances of the ease. lie be iNev es, as implicitly as his father, that a ^substitution reilly did take place. Of 'these facts Madame Gerdy must have also
:feeen
ignorant, and they must have told her come cock-and-the-bull story about 'tha wound made upon the infant's arm by itho sailor. Yes but Madame Gerdy must have bean convinced that Noel was really and truly her own cliikl and when he was restored to her, she must have verified the marks, and have been satisfied in her own mind as to their accuracy or inaccuracy. When Noel found the Ucant's letters in her desk, she must have hastened to explain to him
Oaddy Tabaret started back with a cry of^ i'ear, as though some fearful reptile had suddenly barred his way, and reared itself before lvim.
He vraa frightened at his own thought— a thought that pointed to Noel as the m- rderer of the Widow Lerouge! "He assassinated her," ai-guod Old •rkscrew,
,cto
prevent her confessing
nt'fche changing- of the children never *k place and thou he burned all the tfers ond'pnpars that could have proved
1'h'e idea w£U» too horrible, lie was dialled with himself 1'or having harbored
even for an instant. •What an old idiot I am!" he exclaimed, again, rushin forward at his usual headl»n"- pace, "i think I'm becoming an infidel, an unbeliever in all that's pure and good in this world. It serves me rig'ht, though. It's only the consequence of the frightful profession in which I take so much pride. To think of my doubting Moel, my adopted son. my heir—a young fellow to bo proud of, who is honor and vxjtfua personified—Noel, who for the ten yeara I have had the happiness of knowing him, lias taught me to esteem and fove him, as the incarnation oi' a true friend and a devoted son."
Go argued with himself thus, forcing fciinaelf to repel the doubts that beset him. ,lfat an inner voice kept whispering with ail irritating persistency, "But supjjose it is Nsd?"
T6e old man shuddered with a nervous dread. (suppose it was Noel?
Why, thon there would be an arrest, of course, and 8'hanio would follow. The lid inan went over the possible scene like ne in a Qightmare. Suppose it was Noel? He saw the indifferent officers in ttie background, the stern official in front, tend the young man's old friends clinging, Tbowed with gii.'f, to the erect form of the ipM.n'whomhe had loved and trusted. 1 The Daddy had reached the Rue St. BAzare. '•Before the door of his residence, a neat tittle
brougham was'drawn up, harnessed
tOf.one of the most splendid bay mares it jfc&A ever been, the fortune of the old man to look upon. ''jfhat a: beautiful creature!" said the 'JJaddy, unabl? to resist stroking the arched and glossy neck. "It appears I •have got some respectable people amongst •my tenants." fle had eome of exactly the opposite idescription also for he had hardly made Phe flattering reflectiou recorded above, 'than he saw issuing forth Monsieur Dujeroe—honest Monsieur Ducroe, who has •already been introduced to our readers as rehe friend of Miss Nelly Nicholson, and (whose preaencj in any house announced (rain*, as plainly as mutes at the door announce death.
CHAPTER XL. OX TliK RIGHT TRACK.
Old.Corkscrew, who knew everything )ad overybodv, was perfectly well fcquamted with the character of The hontA money-lender. In fact, he had been ratlver imimate with him when he was coltetfingBoma rara old books which Ducroe fcft&eeized on a bill of sale.
MfiiUoh, old Crocodile!" he cried out (Hfclyou'vo got dealings in my house, have
it appears," answered Ducroe, drily, Vho- did not liko the familiar tone adopt•cfl by Ihe-Daddy." •'SSTeU, well, you're a mistake!" a a tby in a proprietor who fl&eal£likv& hia rents regularly, he asked anxiously, "And which of my tenay It be Wh0fi6' rtun, yOU are COnimtS TTT fjftt ,*n
clever fellow, and
"I've nfever ruined anybody!" retorted Monsieur Ducroe, with an air of offended dignity. "Did you ever lose anything in your transactions wHh me? If you want a proof of that, go and ask your young friend the barrister, and he'll pretty soon tell you whether he has any reason to regivt having made my acquaintance."
Monsieur Tabaret was painfully surprised. "1 know," he said, trying to draw the other out, "that Noel his very heavy expenses." "It is not, he," objected the money-lend-er," that's been extravagant ouiy a girl he's engaged to—fat little thing-—who's got an appetite that would eat up the devil, horns, hoofs and all!"
The revelation went like a dagger to the old man's heart. "Oh, I know all about that!" he said, grinning a ghastly smile. "We must sow our wild oats." "Yes but if we sow them at the rate of a thousand a year, and owe, at the end of four years, about the same sum of money, I can't see that we have reaped a good harvest."
In four years, four thousand pounds! Daddy Tabaret's Inmrt swelled painfully. To hide his emotion he dissimulated a distressing cough. "Don't let me deth in you any longer," he said, hurriedly. "I'm suffering from bronchi lis. Good-bye—good-bye!"
With eyes half-blinded by tears, he was rushing up the stairs that led to his rooms, when a whirlwind of lace and silk barred his passage.
Above the whirlwind of lace and silk he saw a pretty, smiling face, with lovely dark eyes, surmounted by hair as black as the raven's wing.
She passed liim, v.'ith a rustle and a flash, and disappeared into the neat'little brougham that drove off at a pace that was worthy of the beautiful bay mare that had attracted the Daddy's attention.
On the landing, Monsieur Tabaret met his porter, leaning against the wall, and investigating, with tearful eyes, a gold piece, which glistened in the palm of his hand. "Oh, Monsieur," he said, "why didn't you come live minutes sooner? That lady —that beautiful lady as you saw going down the stairs, has been a siting after Monsieur Noel Gerdy. She gave me twenty francs to answer her questions.
The porter had been speaking hitherto with his eyes affectionately attached to the gold piece he held in his palm. When he raised his head to interrogate the face of his lord and master, Daddy Tabaret had disappeared.
He hud scampered after the lady in the lace and silk, and was just in time to see the brougham, and the superb bay mare, turning the corner of the street. "Thunder and lightning!" he muttered. "1 must overtake her! The truth lies there and it's only through her that I shall discover the mvstery!"
CHAPTER XLI.
NTiLI.CK ASTOXJSHES OLD CORKSCREW.
Old Corkscrew was-in one of those conditions of nervous excitement that makes a man do wonder?.
He was round the corner of the Rue St. Lazare like a flash and—oh, happiness!— at fifty yards in front of him, saw the brougham and the bay mare arrested in their swift course amongst a crowd of carts and ctirriaires. "I'll catch her yet!'" he said, looking round eager!}' for a cab.
Not one to be seen! The brougham had now disengair:d itself from the lock, and the bay rnar-' is speeding away at a better pace than followed by the Daddy, in right g:dl.«:it siyle.
At last—at last! .1 ust as he felt that h:. legs were givingway under him—a an empty cab passed him!
He wafed his arms at its driver in a desperate manner, like a drowning man, :nid, rushing forwards, plunged in head foremost directing him, as he did so. to follow the brougham with the bay mare. "Keep up with it." he gasped, as he mopped hi.* perspiring face with an old cotton handkerchief, about the size of a tray-cloth, "and I'll give you a Napoleon for your trouble!"
The cabman winked and, giving his skinnv horse a vigorous flick with the whip, dashed off in pursuit.
At last the brougham and the bay mare came to their journey's end, and were dismissed and a minute after, the Daddy followed the young lady, as she glided into the doorway of a house in the Rue de Province.
Old Corkscrew opened the door of the porter's lodge. In an imperious tone he demanded the name of the lady who had just entered.
The porter hesitated, but finally replied, "Miss Nellie Nicholson." "Upon what floor does she live?" "The second."
A few moments afterwards, the old man was seated in the drawing-room of Miss Nicholson, who, as her maid informed him, had just returned from a drive, and would see him directly she had changed her dress.
Daddy Tabaret was astonished at the luxury and taste of the furniture and decorations of the apartment, and had taken out his spectacles, and was prying and sniffing about, calculating the value of every article and "objet d'art," when the door opened, and the entrance of Nellie prevented any further investigation.
You wished to see me, I believe?" she said, bowing gracefully. Madame," said Daddy Tabaret, "I am a friend of Noel's—his best friend, I may
say." "Pray sit down, monsieur, said the young "lady, smiling sweetly, at_ the same time advancing an arm-chair, into which she sunk, taking particular pains as she did so to show a tiny foot in a cherry-col-ored slipper, surmounted by a steel buckle, that sparkled like dewdrops upon a rose leaf. "I have called, tnadame," ho went on, upon business. It's always unpleasant to intrude business affairs upon a lady but .\onr presence at Monsieur Gerdy's private residence—" "What?" cried Nellie, jumping up, and wheeling the chair back with a kick of her foot. "He knows, then, of my visit already. What a mean wretch he must be to keep spies about him! You're one of his spies, ain't you?" •'My dear child!" expostulated Old Corkscrew. "Oh, don't 'dear child' me!" said the young lady. "Don't be a humbug. I know what you've come about. You've been seht here by Noel to scold and preach at me but I won't stand it, and so I tell you. Takfc him back my compliments, and tell hits, that I don't care to have a riddle for a lover—a man whom I know nothing about,—an enigma dressed in a black coat, and got up like a mute—a being as mysterious as he is lugubrious.". "But why did you callupon hirii?', "•^rhy?"-8aid:the girl indignantly. ".Be-, cause he promised to marry me, and I've heard from a friend that he's going to jilt ne."
"Who tolcj.you that?" "That old thief, Ducroe. "But it's not true." "True or not, all I know is, tuat lor ttie last month Noel has been a changed man."
The volunteer detective was on tenterhooks. What he wanted to know above everything was if Noel could prove an alibi upon the day of the crime. That was the question. His heart beat fast as he hazarded the next inquiry. ou doubt his love, then.'" "Doubt his love! Ha—ha! What a funny old boy you are! Wouldn't, you, if you were a woman, doubt the love of a man who was ashamed to own you? Why, he hides me as if I were some secret that couldn't bear the light of day."
She had risen in her excitement, and, throv. ing hacklier magnificent black hair, I fined upon the old man like a young tigress. ou are his friend, and I appeal to yon. Now listen to me. You look a sensible sort of old chap, and by that cunning old eye of yours, I should think you weVe not to be caught with chaff." "Not in the least," said Daddy Tabaret, bowing to the compliment, and smiling his sweetest smile. "Well, then, listen to me. I'm telling yon the irul'n, mind you. I'd been having a row with him about his never taking me out. It was last Tuesday—Shrove Tuesday, you know." "i es, I know," said the old man quietly. "Well, he took a box at the theatre, and told me to go on first, and he would join me. Not a bit of it! I never saw him the whole evening." "What! he put you to the unpleasant inconvenience of going home alone?" "Oh, no! At the end of the performance, towards midnight, Monsieur condescended to make his re-appearance. We were engaged to appear at the masquerade ball at the opera, and afterwards to supper. Oh, how amusing it was to see Noel doing the tragic and the mysterious! During the ball he wouldn't take off his cloak or mask, and kept up the nonsense till we went away."
The alibi prepared in case of accident appeared for the first time and had Nellie Nicholson been less excited, she would certainly have noticed the expression of Daddy Tabaret's face, and have wisely held her tongue.
The old man had turned white to the very lips, and trembled like an aspen leaf. "Ha! he said, making a superhuman eilort to pronounce the words. "Your supper party, I suppose, wa3 a gay affair after all?" "Gay!" repeated the young woman, shrugging her shoulders in disgust. "It's very plain you don't know your friend, Monsieur Noel Gerdy, as well as I do. If ever you invite him to dinner, take care about allowing him to drink. He gets uproarious in his cups. At the second bottle he was drunk as a lord—so drunk that he lost all his things—greatcoat, umbrella, purse, cigar-case, and—and—"
Daddy Tabaret could contain himself no longer. He sprung to his feet and shook his fists in the air. "What a villain!" he cried. "What a miserable scoundrel! I have him! I have him now!"
And he fled from the room like a madwian, leaving Nellie standing like a statue of wonder at his unaccountable behavior.
As she heard the front door bang behind him, she rushed to the bed-room, where her maid was sitting at some needle-work, and, tumbling upon her knees, buried her face in the girl's lap. "Oh, I've been doing some mischief— something* dreadful—I know 1 have!'' .-he moaned. "That horrible old man has beep, making a fool of me, I know he has! Oh. what shall I do—what shall I do?" "Give him in charge," said tho girl promptly, whose ideas of justice and propriety were all centered in the policecourt.
Her uii.-tross didn't even hear her. She felt intuitively that a great misfortune was impending over her lover, and that she -,va.-- somehow mixed up in it. '•Urinr me my writing-desk," she said, rising to her feet. "I'm going to write to Noel, and tell him all about it."
CHAPTER XLII.
THE MURDERER KOUJTD.
Arihour later, Daddy Tabaret, accompanied by a policeman, proceeded to the railway station, in search of the missing articles mentioned by Miss Nellie Nicholson.
His researches resulted in what he had expected. On Shrove Tuesday there had been found in a second-class carriage an overcoat and an umbrella. In the pockets of the overcoat were a pair of pearl-gray gloves, Stained and torn, and a return ticket, which had not been used.
The conviction that had grown upon Old Corkscrew, in spite of himself, from the moment that the money-lender had opened his eyes to the vices of Noel, had become gradually strengthened by a thousand circumstances. Whilst speaking to Nellie Nicholson he had almost felt convinced—but now he was appalled at the overwhelming evidence that crowded upon him.
The one prevailing feeling in the old man's mind was that justice should be done. To protect the innocent and arrest the guilty had become with this strange being the instinct of his life. With the scent of the bloodhound, with him was also added its honesty.
The
struggle
was terrible. In his lonely
life the roots of a strong affection had struck deep and now, moved by a sense of duty, the one pervading feeling of his life, he was about to tear away this sole abiding love, that had borne to him such bitter, bitter fruit. "I dare not spare him!" he murmured, as he clasped his weary head in his hands. "No, no though it be my death as well as his, I dare not spare him! A higher power than any will of mine tells me to speak the truth, and, like Abraham of old, even though that the sacrifice must be my adopted son, that sacrifice shall be made. Oh, Noel! Noel! other crimes only speak, but murder shrieks aloud, and must, sooner or later, call down the certain justice. And yet—and yet, I loved the boy so well!"
The struggle was fierce, but the decision was decisive as it was heroic and, fo^ tlie sake of others, the old man buckled himself to do his duty, and, once resolved upon his course of action, took the field at once.
Monsieur Daburon was in earnest conversation with the Count de Valcourt when this apparition appeared before him. The magistrate had informed the Gount of the death of MadameGerdy,whichhad occured that morning—the poor woman remaining insensible to the l&st—and also of the revelation made by old Lerouge.
The door of the room was bursty suddenly open, and a shrivelled-up figure, -with a livid face, stood upon the threshold. WJiat_a.changeJ. For a mortient even the Tieen eyes of "the magistrate failed to recognize the features of Daddy Tabftret.
With haggard eyes, and hands upraised*
he advanced upon Monsieur Daburon, without perceiving that the room had another occupant. "Monsieur," he said, in tones so unusually impressive that the magistrate, though accustomed to these sudden inroads on the part of his eccentric friend, pushed back his chair, and regarded him with surprise—"Monsieur, at last I am not deceived! Don't speak!—don't speak! Alas! there is no longer room for doubt, and the murderer is found!" "Found!" "Don't, speak!—don't speak, or I shall break down! In mercy to me, let me get through the task I have set myself to do! The man—the assassin, is—is"—he paused for a second, then blurted out, with a something between a gasp and a groan— "the son of my adoption, the child of my heart—NOEL GEIIDY!"
The words were scarcely pronounced when both started. The door by which Daddy Tabaret had entered, and had left open, was closed suddenly. The Count de Yalcourt had glided from the room.
CHAPTER XLIII.
FLYIJfG FROM JUSTICE.
To use a common phrase, Noel had promised to move heaven and earth to obtain the release of Albert and he really and truly had visited several members of the bar but had placed the case in such a peculiar point cf view, that they one ancl all refused him their aid.
At four o'clock he called at the Count de Valcourt's house, to apprise his father of hi* non-success. "The Count is out," said the valet "b'it if you wouldn't mind waiting, monsieur, he will return very shortly." "I'll wait," said the barrister. "The Count expected, monsieur," said the valet, bowing respectfully, "and gave oi'i r.-i that if you called, you were to be shown into the study."
Noel's heart swelled with pride. For the future, he was master in this magnificent house—the heir to all the lands of the ancient family whose name he bore!
As he looked around with a glance of pride, his eye fell upon the genealogical tree that, surrounded by a mugnil*Kr*t frame, hung over the chimney-piece. He advanced, and studied it, and saw the names of the greatest families in France, allied with that of the de Valcourts. Two of them had espoused the younger daughters of kings and as he read, the heart of the barrister beat high with pride, whilst he murmured to himself, "And I—I am now Viscount de Valcourt!"
As he spoke the words, the door behind him was thrust open, and the old Count entered, closing it quickly behind him.
Noel was advancing towards him with outstretched hands but recoiled at the look of rage and scorn that flashed from his father's eyes.
That look made him shudder from head to foot. It was as much as he could do to stand upright. He knew that he was lost. "Oh. you villain!" cried the old man, shaking his clenched fist at him and then, as if afraid of his own anger, throwing his stick to the other end of the room. "I can't strike him," he 'murmured—"I can't strike him! He isn't worthy of the rage of a man like me!"
Then there was a silence-—a silence eo intense that the ticking of the tiny ormolu clock on the chimney-piece sounded like a death-watch in the room.
In those few moments "oceans of memory" seemed to roll over their souls, and for the time being to annihilate all thought.
The young man was the first to speak. "Father—" he commenced. "Silence!" said the Count, in a hollow voice. "Don't speak! I can't bear to hear your voi. e. I know that you are my son, "and I know that you have broken poor Valerie's heart." Here the old man advanced towards him, and, looking him full in the eyes, cried out, "Parricide! You have killed your mother?"
Step by step, Noel had recoiled to the other end of the room, and now leant against, the wall, with a pale face and haggard eyes, trembling from head to foot. "I know everything!" pursued the Count. "And what is worse still, I am not alone in my knowledge! Atthisverv moment a summons has been issued for your arrest!"
A cry. half of rage, half of despair, broke from the barrister's lips. Thunderstruck at the very moment of expected triumph, he gathered himself together, and stood at bay, determined to fight out the fight to its bitter end.
The Count de Valcourt, without appearing to be conscious of the presence of Noel, went to his study table and opened a drawer. "Sit down," he said sternly, "and write the confession of your crime! You will afterwards find a pistol in this drawer that I have just opened, and may heaven have mercy upon your soul!"
The old gentlemen made a movement, as to leave but Noel stopped him by a gesture, taking a revolver from his pocket as lie did so. "You see, I require no aid of this sort," he said. "My precautions, as you will perceive, are already taken. I promise you rshall never be taken alive—only, I make this proviso." "Oh, there's a proviso, is there," interrogated the Count sternly. "Yes," answered the barrister, in accents as cold and stern as the question. "I am young and you are old. The fact is, life is pleasant to me, and, to sum it all up in a few words, "I don't, want to die!" "What!" cried the old Count, recoiling, and in a tone of disgust. "You don't mean to say you are a coward?" "No, monsieur, I'm not a coward but I'll not put an end to my existfnee until I am perfectly assured that every loophole is closed to 'me, and that escape is impossible."
His father rushed towards his study table to the drawer that contained the loaded pistol, but, foreseeing the movement, Noel closed it with a backward movement of his hand, and placed himself before it. "Listen-to me!" said the barrister, in those hoarse, short tones that are only used when we feel ourselves in imminent danger—"listen to me! Don't let us waste, in vain and idle reproaches, the few minutes of explanation that are left me. As I have said before, the idea of death ia a horror to me. Give me the means I speak
you
be taken alive!" For a moment—but a moment only— the old nobleman stood undecided. The thought of the scandal and the shame, in which he had been a participator, weighed too heavily in the balanco. He was frightened at the very idea of publicity, and if his whole fortune had been at his feet at the moment, he would have given it to the unfortunate, man _before: him:. Luckily, on'the Saturday he had.di&wn. from his banker's a large sum of money, destined for the furnishing of thellQifsa' of his newly-found son.
SOCIETY MEETINGS.
WASHINGTON, COUNCIL NO. 3. Junior Order ol United American Mechanics meets every Xneuday evening at the American Mechanics' Hall, northwest corner ol Main and Fifth streets, at 8 o'clockAll members and visiting members are uordially Invited to attend our meetings
OEO. 1). HARRIS, C.
H. J.EnoWN,R.S.
BB.TERRE HAUTE LODGE NO. 2, ANC1ENT ORDER OF UNITED WORKMEN meet every Wednesday evening in Druid'e Hall, corner of Seventh and Main streets, at 7% o'olock. All members and visiting members are respectfully invited to attend
W. M. PURUELL, M. W.
C. P. GEKSTMHYEK, Recorder.
JMT TAMMANY TRIBE NO. 39, I. O. M., meets Wednesday evenings, at wigwam, southeast corner of Main and Fifth streets. Members and visiting member* are invited attend.
C. F. RODERUS, Bach em.
CHAS. FELTUS, Chief of Records. P. O Box 516.
WWABASHLODGK NO. 1, ANCIENT ORDER OF UNITED WORKMEN meet every Thursday evening in their Hall, ooroer S and Main streets, at half-past o'clock. All members and visiting members are respectfully invited to attend.
H. M. VAUGHN, M. W.
J.B. SHIRK, Recorder.
•3k. O. U. A. M.—Terre Haute Council No 8, Order of United American Mechanics meets every Thursday evening at theii Council Chamber, northwest corner o. Mnln and Filth streets, at 7K o'clock. All members and visiting members are cordially invited to attend our meetings.
C. F. GRO VEo, Councillor.
H. L. KK, R. S.
THE OLD
Eagle Iron Works,
TERRE HAUTE,
MAITOFACTTJBB8
Steam Engines, Coal Shafts, Flour and Saw Mill Machinery, Bank Cars, Road Scrapers,
Building Fronts, Cane Mills,
Various Patterns of Fencing, School Furniture, fcc., and havinE the LARGEST ASSORTMENTOF PATTERNS IN THE STATE, can give its customers thp advantage of repairs without cost of patterns.
J. A. PARKED & CO., Prop»rs.
ALWAYS RELIABLE.
Union Steam Bakery
Candy Manufactory.
For your BREAD, CAKES, CRACKERS, vini CANDIES of all kinds, FOREIGN and DOMESTIC FRUITS and FNACY GROCERIES Wedding and Party Orders a specialty which we are prepared to All at short notice, and to suit all classes of customers. Goods delivered to all parts of the city tree ofcharge.
All orders left at onr store,
Between the TTVO Railroads, on LaFayetle street. OR OUR BRANCH STORE, Corner of Twelfth and Main Streets,
Promptly attended to.
FRANK HEINIG & BRO.,
Proprietors.
NAILED
to the wall a falsehood, any and every bedy who says that
BURNETT & WATSON-
are not shoeing horses in the best manner. The fact of the matter is that Messrs B. & W. are experienced men in their business. L°me horses suddenly become well under iheir treatment, and nobody can say that a horse was ever injured by shoeing in their shop. They use none but the
BEST STOCK,
and employ none but the
BEST WORKMEN.
chebjbLy
Sti,
iVorth side, bet. Third and Fourth.
The Wabash Hotel,
Corner Firtt and Ohio s1s.t Has been purchased by the old and wellknown citizen,
8. MAYERS,
WHO HAS
Completely Renovated tt»
And after adding a
WAGOlV YARD,^ Will run It as a
First-class Farmers' Hotel.
WM. CLIFF, HEKRY CLIFF
CLIFF & SON,
Manufacturers
Iron
or
Locomotive, Stationary and Marine
OI TLj IG 3Ei S
9
TUBCLAI! AND CYLINDER,
Tanks,SmokeStacks,Sheet Iron Work, &c.
Shop on First street, between Walnut and poplar, Terre Haute, Ind. REPAIRING done In the moat substantial manner, at short notice, and as liberal price as any establishment in the State. Orders solicited and punctually attended to.
City Clerk's Office,
TBBBS HAUTK, INDIAKA., December 5.1875.
To all whom it may concern:
Nmeeting
OTICE is hereby given that at a
regular
ot the Common Council of tne
city of Terre Haute, Ind., held at Council Chamber, on the
evening
of
the 7th aay
of December, 187o, the annexed resolution was adopted: iJfspJueil—That tile property street^ the sidewalks of
which
have oeen
curbed, are hereby required
nli
BUSINESS CAEDS. ECKLES,
BTJTOHBIEt,
and dealer in all kindu of meats, No chaap beef bought and no batches roadeiu cuttiuKlt up. Best of hands employed. Low prices gueranteed.
Second street, west side, south of Main.
TERRE HAUTE FILE WORKS. DevlneA Freeland, manufacturers and dealers in all kiDds of hand cut files, rasps and files of all kinds. Moulhwest corner Fifth and Mulberry streets, Terre Haute, Indiana.
Old files and ras re-cntand warranted equal to new. We pay one way on all cr« dors from the couniy by express
New Stock of Real Ebtate.
E. OHM,
BEAL ESTATE AGEST, MAIN ST., BET. FOURTH AND FIFTH, o. 115, Up Stairs.
Dwelling houses of all sizes and in all parts ot the city, at the cheapett prices, Also farms and gardens 1o seil or .trade, information cheerfnily furnished.
Dr. Leon J. Willlen,
OFFICE AND RESIDENCE,
Eagle street, bet. Sixth and Seventh, Fourth bouse from Seventh.
I*. McArtlmr, TAILOR AND CUTTER, Fifth St., bet. berry and 33 nlbcrry
Buy your cleth and have your suits cut *nd made in the finest style at a saving ol 25 per cent, by patronizing McArthur.
O A W I E House,Sign auo Ornamental A I N E Little Red Front, corner of Eighth and
Main streets, Terre Haute, Ind.
BURNS BR-OJS.,
DEALERS IN
FLOUR.FEED, BALED HAT, CURE» 31 EATS, tOBLTKY nnd PRODUCE.
Southeast ccr. Third and Walnut sts.
OHM & AUFDERHALLE
H. E. corner Tine and Sci'ond 8ts., Dealers in all kinds cf
3X TBI Jk. S
FRESH AND CURED
CLARIDGE, THE DYER,
Sconrs Thoroughly, Byes Handsomely, Finishes Ifcautifully,,
Repairs Neatly.
WALNUT STREET, between Third and Fourth. South side
BATHS, BATHS.
If you want to get a nice, clean shave and a good,hot batb, go to the
O. K. BARBER SHOP, on Ohio street, between Fourth and Fifth. JESSXK ROBERTSON.
A. J.
Contractors for Job Brisk Work Plastering, Cistern Building and CalcimJniug.
All work guaranteed. Address, Robertsou A Watson, P. O. Box 1,261, Terre Haute, Ind.
NEW STOVE STORE.
STOVES OF ALL STYLES.
Parlor, Cook
—AND—
OFFICE KTOVES
A Large Assortment and Low Prices, at
G. HEIM'S North Fourth St.. Cook's hnildlng BARBER SHOP.
CALEB J. THORPE,
Successor to Roderus Brothers, on Fourth street, between Main and Ohio. He soliits a share of the public patronage.
JOHN GBIEKSON,
PAINTER. HOUSE AND SI«N PAINTINU,
Qra ng. Glaring, and all branches of a painter's business will be attended to with promptness and dispatch. Ninth street hear chestnut.
JOSEPH RICHARDSON, M. D.
SSi
Office on Ohlo8t., bet. Third and Fcnrth
TERRE HAUTE, INDIANA
ROBERT VAN VALZAH, DENTIST, OFFICE IN OPERA HOUSE,
TERRE HAUTE, INDIANA.
LOUIS DREUSICKE,
(Snccessor to Gelger A Dreusloke)
Locksmith, Bell-Hanger and Stencil Cotter.
N. B. Speolal attention paid to pnttln? up dpeaklng Tubes. The same sold at wholesale and retail to tinners.
Keys wholesale and retail, promptly attended to
Q. W. BALLEW,
E N I S Office, 119 Main Street
Over Sage's old confectionery stan4
eaia
sidewalbs to a level with said curbing within 30 days from this date, By the order of the Common CouiwiliUee7,1S75. JOHN JB. TOLBEKT. City Clerfc.
GreatHedlcal Booit and Secrets for La*dies""antF Gents. Sent free icr two tamps. Address, ST, JOSWH MKDICAZ. IfTsrmrr*.
LICE 5 CENTS
irkets To-day. Wheat, firm, 97^ for Feb. 1.05J offered for 43|e for Jan, 43|c for
May. Pork, 19.27£ for Feb. 19.70 for March, cash 12.42J for Feb. •eh. :—Wheat, scarce and Corn, 45c. Oats 35 to 7, firm $1.08. Pork, }. Lard firmer, held at Meats unchanged: Hogs :o $7.40. k.—Wheat, very firm -08 Chicago, 1.22 No. 2, ner active demand, 67&, mixed,.93$ old western, new mssa, cut meats, 13, kettle renderred: 2. BW ORLEANS. )K circular sent out by and reliable commit' F. Colhonde A Co., New tiana, shows the condnarkets there. It says:
ORLKANS, Jan. 4,1870. tne Events Gameile: Business has injcotton, sugar and and the" crops much larger than last thus far, especially of siderably ahead of those ime time, and selling lestic and foreign mar* rn produce, the business same proportion as last aall increase in barrel salt, or bnlk shoulders, is of the trade here, and »mand more than any products. uber of hogs packed at il packing points during nter seasons, and agof all other interior ale number in the West, annual report of the ie Current, were as fol-
i. Season. Season. Season. S. 187S4. 1872-8. 1871 2, II 581253 616305 63C3U1 8 1520024 142507V I4l4i«« 468793 229647 294054 195760
588000 4190*2 302243 309512 30851• 815000 196317 172101
HI 8581837 839I4«7 8C60831 il5 8OK4S03 2018867 177027 ifi 5566200 6419314 S831S58
ati Price Current" of a full report of the estimates for the sea* the probable winter the 1st of Nov., 1875 to «h, 1876, five million r's weight, against 5,we look to the pack|the past four years, of last year, the genion, under numerous iences, to sustain tyigb ability of the farmers ifgber prices for bogs, ,nt necessity, however, llow the markets, we a material advance in ons can be prevented the determination of Bly at a profit, assisted to strongly already on
The summer packrgein consequence of of "Ice," by the warm weather preva-
WATSON
ROBERTSON & WATSON
West and North.
requiet witha lair jobialetof mesa pork at
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St. Joseph, Mo
held at f21. Baoou [c bacon shoulders ll@ll^c dry salted a, fully cured stand)83£c other of indiffer$8c Refined lard in kegs 14c. Choice S. oa*15K@16. Dry salt and wanted. Stocks bbls, bacon 300 casks. X) casks, Lard, lOOOtcs
il—Nominal. Several of Choice TrableExately for Cuba at SO 25 •more at lower price*, (flour 2,600 bbls meal, dlassas—In good tote common to lair ood fair, fully fair to strictly prime to ess 7Ji@7Hoi yellow centrifugals 7M@8^tc: @9J^c molasses, corn. 60c as per quality.
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Quarterly Journal,
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JAMES VJCK,
Rochester, ttew York