Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Volume 7, Number 31, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 27 January 1876 — Page 7

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A fffOBT OV THE

FRENCH COMMUNE.

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EVELYN JERItOLD.

ACTHOB OP "THB

MOUSTBBAJJK'8 DACaaTBB,"

"A WOMAN'S FOLLT,"

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CHAPTER I.

*BB C0KCIBB0E8 07 THE RUE CACMARTIX.

Number fifteen, Rue Caumartin, is by no means a tell-tale edifice. At least, the tales it tells are such, that tho most respectable house on the most respectable boulevard would not be worse for making them public. It is kept with a cleanliness that makes one blink—so bright are its brass door-knobs and bell-handles, so white is its facade, so immaculate are the ptones of its court-yard and entrance-pas-sage. No censorious policeman ever found its dust-heap in too close proximity to the pavement no wandering Italian minstrels ever l'ound its concierges off their guard, or gracious enough to allow a hurdy-gurdy to enter the penetralia of the back-court. Yet these guardians of the house's peaco and propriety were not popular. Monsieur and Madame Michon were secretive, a quality which invariably denotes irreclaimable sinfulness in. the honorable corporation of concierges. They were not prepossessing, physically then they were comparatively rich, and, what was ttorsc, lent money at twenty per cent, (or were supposed to do so), to the poor tradesmen and servant-girls of the neighborhood. For all these excellent reasons, ther was not a little secret rejoicing in tho line Caumartin, when a policeman was observed t.o enter Number Fifteen, and deliver a blue oflicial paper to M. Miclion in person. '"The Miclums havo found a cantankerous customer at last," said Number Six to Number Eight, pausing in her work and leaning on her broom. "And ihe skinflints deserve it," was tho natural but not very charitable rosponse. "Or it may be about that poor girl on fifth floor," conjectured the first ker, steing that tho conversation led a'reviving element. it the -."osMp came to an abrupt tertlion 14r -M. and Mme. Michon had id froftr'fhcir house, and were passing a Ihet^Ujfcjt and, the laws of goodding jjSftianded that a "Ban jour" ild be aoTiiiinged at every doorstep. jt he Co«nP^[psary of Police of ithe qua£-te*-uvant£(f?1" (h« concierges of,-Number Fifteen, vwW'referuiice to an ivtjempt at suicide which had taken place *in' their house.

The official's face wore a stern frown, that rather discomfited the couple aa they entered. "You are Ihe concierges of Number fifteen, Rue Caumartin?" the official inquired, briefly. "Yes, Monsieur." -"A young girl, name Reine Lagarde, attempted to suffocate herself by charcoal fumes, the day before yesterday in the evening, in an attic of the fifth floor of your house. What do you know of the girl? and how came this to occur?"

and

creature is wasting to a shadow, makes my heart bleed to see her.'" "Never mind your heart, Madame chon. Has she no relations?" "Not a soul, I fancy." "That will do. Go and let me tell you that tho next time you neglect to report such a case to the relief officers, you will bear from me."

Mi-

To have incurred the Commissary's displeasure was, in those days of Imperial

CtrveUlancc.equivalent^©

ile, almost a term of police &o the rebuked couple were aliaposed to moralize on the instability of Earthly prosperity, and on the immediate necessity of turning over a new leaf.

They 'felt inclined to .kick, too—an inJnation which generally comes to conipirators who have shared or foresee defeat. "Really, Angelique, th% -old mmicftarcT' /police Bpy) "Was right.' You shouldn't have let the girl come td. thW said Michon, assuming the totte of a misunderstood philanthropist. .. "And I should like to know what would have become of us if \*®4iadn!t helped M. Clement, in his plans? Should we have »4ded a snug five thousand .franca to our

V»ey in the savings "bank?ShouM we ro our. places, eVgti? You know tr Clement got rid of his own concierges

rkept

they took to Raying into his afHo's got the Evil One to back him, elieve. One says no to him—stands £13 way in any fashion—and in a mo-' lit the landlord knows that one is lendand all the misfortunes oiwi

money,

giw had with the police years ago. Emu are discharged—lucky i£ you ^et six months tor illegal usriry."

Then lon't

"But the girl may comglain, too*' vanred Michon, half convinced.' .- "That timid little chit? Not &»?'.• BeJes,

trinkets for her, but rare her half their proper value out of my own money, he said he would back ua up. He could stop any complaint she might make." "Well, but his business is done," grumbled Michon. "There's not much mora to be' got out of Clement. He seems to have given the girl up altogether." "Yes, since the little fool wouldn't have him at any price—as handsome a young fellow ai ever Btepped. Now there's M. Marcus. Did you notice what away he was in when he broke open the door and found her thert half dead? He's got pretty fast hold of you too, Michon." "Ay," said Michon. ruefully. "It all comes of that money-lending,

The pleasant pair had reached their abode by this time, and were about to commence their new operations by sending up broth to the sick girl, and assuming an oily benignity of expression when M. Marcus should pass by the lodge. But a letter, left on the table in the dark little room they inhabited, modified their tactics in- a measure, though not their assumed manner. It was signed "B.," and contained but these words:— "Abate nothing of your care of the girl. It is still important that you should keep her in the house, and know what she is doing hour l»y hour." "Tant micux!" said Michon, after his wife had read the message.v "Clement's a jollier fellow to deal with than that screw on the second floor. Now go up to the girl—but you needn't take the broth he doesn't ask us to board her, though we lodge her against her will," he added, with a splutter of treble laughter.

Madame Michon toiled wearily up the five flights of stairs, and knocked gently at a low door, apparently admitting to one of those garrets which, in most Paris houses, harbor the servants of the lower storys. A piece of paper was affixed to a •ganel, and on it was written, in ink, "Mdlle. Seine Lagarde, brodeuse." "What do you want?" inquired a harsh •roice from within.

And before the concierges could answer, the door was half opened, and a shock head of gray hair, illuminated by sharp, restless gray eyes, protruded itself. "I have come to see how mademoiselle is," said Madame Michon, breathlessly for the stairs were iriany and sleep, and the lady's figure had been remarkable for its plurrfpncss even in 1830, when lucky M. Michon enclosed it for the first-time in a lover's claspi "She's better. I am lecturing her. Good day," returned Marcus, briefly.

And the-door was shut again. "That sneaking Jew is closeted with the girl," said the portress, sourly, when she reached the lodge. "He nearly slammed the door in my face, the savage!"

CHAPTER II.

RISEN KROM TUB DEAD.

When persuasive eloquence was required, M. Michon always became gallant, and gave priority to his wife. So Madame Michon explained glibly, "I have really been very kind to the poor girl, monsieur. I saw to her wants like a mother. 1 cooked her meals, tidied her room. But we are poor people, and "Enough on that subject!" interrupted the Commissary of Police, coldly. "I don't want to know how much the girl owes you, but how she came to your house what you know about her." "She has been in the house,sir, for about a year. The night before she appeared, the apartments—two rooms—were taken by a gentleman—young, well-dressed, belonging to the upper classes, I should eav. He took the place in her name but left Ills own card—Clement de Boisrobertl The next day the young lady came. She seemed flurried and timid. Monsieur saw her frequently, until about three months ego. Since then we have not seen him have we, Michon?" "Did the girl receive no other visit?" demanded the officer, abruptly. "One or two, sir. The young person does embroidery for tho shops and twice a lady and gentleman called to order eome work, I think. They were English." "Go on." "And once an impudent, untidy-looking fellow, with a pipe in his mouth, called to see her. We were not quite sure whether 1m was to be allowed to go up. He never came again." "And what led her to suicide?" •'Well, vou see, sir, she embroidered, •nd embroidery is not always well j?aid he had dealings with would have allowed tad, besides, her poor little fingers didn't that he was capable of paying a doctors Beem used to hard work every day. At fee for his dearest friend. But the broker made a discovery in the morning of the day on which this history commences

Marcus's interest in the young girl who lay in the house of the Rue Caumartin, faint and feeble from her brief vision of death, might, and indeed, did, in the origin, spring from perfectly common-place causes. He had been the chief agent in her salvation from the peril she had voluntarily incurred. A day ago, as he went up to his chamber at night, a stropg odor of burning charcoal pervaded the staircase. He mounted to the third and fourth story the odor increased in intensity the fumes grew thicker. On the fifth landing, he discovered their source to be a little garret, let to a poor work-girl, of that curious mixe'd classes called grisettes.

A grisetto's life is not so prolific of honey, so redolent of roses, as to render this mode of ending it an unusual one. Marcus guessed immediately that the noxious vapors ho, inhaled rose from some small battle-field within four walls, where the last combat between death and dishonor had just been fought, and won. Not quite Won, though, it appeared, when he burst open the door,dashed his flst through the window panes, and turned towards the slight, thinly-clad figure on the bed. Life was not extinct and having chafed her forehead and feet having roused the neighbors,and sent M. Michon, grumbling, for a doctor, he was informed that she was in no danger, and might be moved in a day or two.

Having procured her fuel, food, medicine, clothing having.substituted something like comfort for the awful, significant nakedness of the garret, as he had first seen it, perhaps Marcus would have rested there, and considered the claims of charity sufficiently answered. For he was no philanthropist few of the doctors

jem used to hard work every day. At first things went well enough and, though Bho was never particularly bright, she Seemed tolerably cheerful and contented Then the hsj-ii broidery ire... -.-..v ^i. *. —t ,• led her "trinkets, her gowns, the curtains jsick girl was t.iankiiig him in tired, trem And carpets from her rooms, until at last I ulous tones, he glanced around the apartjused to say to Michon, 'Michon, that poor

times came. The

He had paid a visit to Mdlle. Lagarde

a a

matter of courtsey, to inquire how fai

•I. J3itby bit she pawn- her health was re-established. hile the

merit with thft keen, ferrot-like scrutiny of an experienced dealer in bric-a-brac odds and ends, judged valueless by the common observer. His gaze fell upon an order for embroidery, signed "Juliet Summerson." Then the broker ceased his survey. He started violently, and turned to the pale, \rom face buried in the pillows beside him, with heightened interest, and something like animation. "You should not have fallen to this, my poor Child," he said, gently. "I see you had rich, fashionable employers." And he pointed tfrthe paper. "Ah, yes ?Miss .Summerson. She appeared kind at iiisVbut she f^Il away like the rest." fl ,,

As she #oke in low tones, a shudder shook her frfoue from head to foot. "But do yefi know the lady?" she added, after a mine's pause. ."No, no! How should il Everybody has heard of^ier as 0 iouable beauttes of the TOHfenes balls. So her custom ^SirlriOt profitable for Iongf" "She ordered two pieces of embtoidery some time ago, and paid for them. But she has never claimed them. I could not

go to her house, for reasons I need not trouble you %ith, but the work is still here."

Marcus reflected for a moment then he asked, with a grim, bitter smile, "Have you any reason to isuppose that Mtes Summerson is your enemy in any way—wishes you harm?" "Oh,don't ask me! I know not what to suppose. I have met such cruel people, monsieur. I am not twenty, but I seem to know every deception I could be warned against." .The broker was slow to pity. When his compassion was excited, it generally took the solid form of five-franc pieces. Now, however, he bent forward, and touched the young girl's forehead with bis lips,-in

run5qt!iiv5isa]

But if he

takes an interest in the girl, we may cry quits yet. She's such a little simpleton, one could get her into trouble as easily as catch a baby at the jam-closet. But the old Jew broker is sucn a curmudgeon —not a bit like free-handed M. Clement! He'd mfike us be mother and father to the Wench, and hand us a five-franc piece for our pains!"

mark* «f mrpri£« and com

tempt from those who, like iba Mkhonflk wepietad him for hit normal luurdofts ana frank egotism. /'. "Will you do me one more favorf RKid Heine. tfj AwfesW® "Ay, child."

She drew a letter from ander the pilloWj and tendered it, saying, "Burn this, please —here—immediately."

Marcus took the packet, and read:—

"Monsieur Clement de Boisrobert."

Again he started, and, without pausing an instant, turned towards the fireplace, where tisane was warming and Reine saw a paper flare, and fall into the ashes on the hearth. ITien he bade her good-bye, promising to return in the evening,

Marcus scarcely ever entered his chambers before midnight, and they had that frigid, nocturnal air most rooms so used acquire. The numerous traces visible of their inhabitant's daily occupations in no way mitigated the chilling influence of that air. As he entered, studying a letter in his hand, the broker tripped over yataghans, rolls of old tapestry-work, stools on which Pompadour had knelt, perhaps' carpets that Louis XV. may have trodden —all the stock-in-trade of a man who bought anything on which a profit was to be made, and thought nothing in this world too high and pure for sale and barter.

The broker was intent on his letter, and heeded not his surroundings. The superscription had arrested his attention up-stairs, and with the sang froid of a man accustomed to obtain the information he required by any means, illicit or avowable, he dexterously slid the grisette's letter up his sleeve, and drew from his pocket an envelope of his own, which he burnt. "Tho girl is entangled with the entire gang," he murmured, as ho broke the seal. "Summerson—de J3oisrobert—what a company for such a child to bo pitted against!"

And then he read these lines, written hurriedly, loosely, by a hand that should be, in a few hour.-, nerveless and dead:—

"MOKSIBCR DIS BOISUOIIEKT,— '•You may pause as you read these lines, and cry 'Victory!' You have your will. You have worked long and arduously for this end—you are rewarded. The bravo war you have waged against a defenceless girl ends as it should end—in your triumph. I would have withstood you alone, bu! you brought allies against me, whom I \mnot conquer—deceit, wretchedness, and starvation. I fancy you have little pity in you, even for yourself. Yet hear how I have suffered, and love me for once, if you can, now I stand no longer in your path. '•WJjen I left my father's house, it was. with blind trustfulness that I a6cep\ecl your proffered aid. Had you not Francisque's letter, bidding you watch over me, though he had lost faith in his poor Reine? Did 1 not know of the friendship that united you? I believed you implicitly when you alleged it was necessary for my safety and honor that I should come here, and accep't the guardianship of that hideous woman who serves you. And then you found work for me. Your friend, Juliet Summerson, seemed to remain what she had ever been—a frank and kindly friend. If you had only known how grateful—ay, and hopeful— my heart was for those two friendships, the knowledge might have softened you, perhaps—at least, have led you to let me live on alone, earning my bread as I wished to earn it. But, no you could not keep the mask long. It fell, when you knew I had no resource but you"Had you no fear of the friond you betrayed? Had you no conception of the terrible account he might exact from you when he returned? And me? Did you imagine that mere hunger and cold would drive me to you for warmth and foodt You fancied that one slight, one mistake, brought about by you know what deceitful appearances, had alienated me from him you called friend—him I should hare called husband. You did not know—how should you know?—the strength of a girl's first love. You see how weak your calculations were yet you have won. When to-morrow dawns I shall be dead. "So, out of your thankfulness for this ending, do this one good office for me— write to Francisque. I know not where he is. My letters have remained unanswered. Tell him how mistaken he njas —how those semblances which deceived him belied m» but, I pray you, in such a manner as shall prevent any harm coming to poor Eugene. He could not help that, at all events and I would rather Francisque should continue to think of me dead what he thought of me living, than that Eugene should suffer through me. These are the last lines I shall write. Do this bidding if you would atone—if you have any human impulse.

MIIKIN'K 1

ii.iil.MS LAQABDB."

Marcus remained dreaming long and sadly before this vague, unhappy story of a life that had so nearly eii.ieu in self-de-struction. llis pity for the girl he had saved increased in intensity as some old unaccountable hatred of her persecutor rose within him. "The scoundrel!" he muttered. "Always the same! Good men change, and die, and disappear he remains as lie ever was. He will prosper, and die in some palace, bought by infamy, with crowds of jjjs

flattering frieuds around him to hide the

She was expecting him, and welcomed his

And with a child's gesture of confidence, she laid.her hands in his. "But you must not starve, either, poor child! What can I do fbi* yon?" "I most leave this house," she answered,

hurriedly "hide myself—go somewhere

.. where nobody would dream of looking

jor tile "Not twenty yet, and

avoid!" said the broker, touched by her pleading terror. "Of whom cad you be afraid? What have you done to have made such enemies?" "Oh, sir, nothing! But you cannot nnderstand

ing her hand gently. "Tell me your story. I may be able to help you in away you little foresee."

Reine refused at first, saying that other affairs than her own were bound up in the history of her life. But the broker pleaded with such earnestness and patience, that she reflected he had perhaps earned the right to know her life. Her gratitude for the first friendly words she had heard for many months prompted such potent arguments in his favor, that she consented, and began in a low voice to fill in the vague outlines he had gleaned from the

letter..'

CHAPTER in. 'A 081881X8*8 STOBY. -sIT -*.,5*!wl

own roof.

this poor child shall hasten its coming." fore the Comte formally adopted me, askAt nightfall, lie went up to Reine's room, jng

hard, rugged face with a warn, grateful During six years his kindness never abatsmile. ed one moment. I was completely free to "Well, now, my child, I must see what I

can do, for you. Firstly, I have your, park had no boundaries for me the promise not to tempt Heaven again by

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"They say I am a thorough Parisienne. Perhaps it true but I am purely provincial by birth. My poor father nsd been to Paris once, and never mentioned the place without horror. He thought a poet was starving in every garret of the city, and the body of some deceived country lass floating under every bridge. So, unlike most tenant-fanners of our days, he only aspired to make us—Eiurene and me—simple, industrious country-folk, who would marry and grow old in the village where we were born. The village Arques, in Normandy. Perhaps you know it, sir it is where Henry IV. fought his famous battle. Our farm was one of the dependencies of the Comte de Chayolles' estate—the largest in the province. You must know that rustic as my father was in ideas, his education was a good middleclass one, and fitted him for society—even for that of his fastidious landlord. So he shot over the estate often with the Comte, who Would come in, now and then, and take luncheon with us. The Comte was then fifty-two*or three, and I thirteen or fourteen at the most. "Eugene was the great sorrow of our life. At twenty-two, he was utterly idle, worse than idle—drank, and gamed, and nourished a violent hatred for what he called the 'Aristos' on all kinds of incendiary pamphlets and papers, smuggled into Dieppe from England. This would have remained a family grief but at the date of which I speak, a man born in the village, who had left for the army, six or seven years before, returned, and began to foment a species of small civil war. influencing idle, envious natures, like that^ of Eugene, with highly-colored pictures of' the orgies he had seen in noble houses, the official corruption he had witnessed— and beside them, misery and starvation —in that city of palaces, Paris! You may imagine what an influence, such a companion had on Eugene. He was constantly with his new friend constantly listening to scandalous stories about the Comte de Chayolles, which the soldier had picked up, goodness knows how, in P^ris. And then, when the Comte's name was mentioned at home. Eugene would sneer, and mutter tha^'our patrician pets were not all very respectable members of society that he knew of several blots on the 'scutcheon we were all kneeling to and auger the advent of a coining reckoning. "Whenever he buret out in this wild fashion, my father would send me out of the room, and argue gently with the reprobate—for reprobate Eugene became in a month or two after his Parisian'friend's arrival. He played high, lost enormously, and the creditors came to my father. In a year, he almost, ruined us. The crops haU been bad, and he was a thousand times more costly than blight or frost. My father was meditating the abandonment of his farm, or, at any rate, the un-der-letting of half the land belonging to it, when Eugene crowned his career by committing a scandal -that rang through the country for a fortnight afterwards. "I was learning lessons for the morrow one day, in the shade of along avenue that divided our land from tho Chayolles estate. Deep, angry voices broke suddenly in on my mastering of Lamartine's hymns. I stopped to listen the voices were those of Eugene and the Comte de Chayolles. "'Take care, Comte de Chayolles!' Eugene was saying, menacingly 'I can force you to eat avery one of your big words.' "'You!'answered the Comte. 'I know not your meaning, but miue is plain. I have noticed you lurking round the chateau for some time past. 1 have said nothing until to-day, out 0/ regard, for the father you have ruined, and are likely to dishonor. It seems you have mistaken my indulgence for fear—of what I am ignorant. Let me set you right. I forbid you to enter the park again* and shall give orders to the keepers to treat you as a trespasser, whenever you infringe this command. Now, go!' "I had risen, ana could see the Comte continue his walk calmly. Eugene looked after him, and cried, 'I'll bring one of your own blue blood for your lacqueys to shoot at, one of these days!' "The Comte started, turned fiercely but Eugeno had darted in amongst the trees in the avenue, and was out of si^ht. "That night, while we were sleeping, Engene and his boon companion left the village for Paris and we heard on the morrow that the chateau had been entered, and important family documents belonging to the Comte carried off—by whom it was only to easy to divine. This blow killed my poor father. He died two months after Eugene's disappearance, ruined and broken-hearted, though the Comte had mercifully stopped all pursuit of the runaways. Indeed, he seemed really to wish to suppress all traces of the crime, made light of it to the detectives and officials who came from Dieppe, and never mentioned his despoilers save as •Monsieur' Eugene Lagarde, 'Monsieur" Choquard—a delicacy I was alone to appreciate. "I should have been almost without resources when my father died—his debts had swallowed- up the little money obtumid by the sale of furniture, farm implements, etc.—had not tho Comte come lorward, and offered to educate me under

He was childless, and said

our

visions of his past. But patience—pa- j,e fejt himself welcomed and at home, tience. My turn may come at last and

family was the only one in which

was not

months at the chateau be-

nothing in return- but to love him

fit tie, and leave Kim as late as possible,

wherever a rather wild fancy led me.

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such aij attempt as that of the other moiselle' was away at dinner time, the night?" I Comte took a book, and waited for me "Oh, sir, I should not have the courage never failing to greet the truant when she had I the win! 1 promise.' appeared, with, 'it is not late—why hurry?

You're not in a convent, child come home when you're tired, that's all I Want.' "But I saw that my father's—I always gave him that name—dislike of Eugene •, increased, rapidly during the last three

yearj3

ceived

such

danger to

syM1

utjisiAuu "uae aay. &s*eu nim. ooiaiy wow ov "Let understand," said Marcos* t&K* knew Eugene: whether my brother

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Notice of Distribution,

STATE OK INDIANA, VIGO COUNTY,

NOTICE

la hereby given that at the FeD

ruary term, 1*767of the Vigo Circuit Court, said county, after final settlement o'the estate of Joseph P. Wilson, deceased, about the sum of three hundred and eighteen dollars were found remaining lor distribution among the heirs. The said helm are, therefore, hereby notified to appear on the first day of the next term of •aid conrt, and prove their heirship, and receive tnelrdiatrlbntlve share.

MARTIN HOLLINGER.

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Estray Notice.

TAKEN

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UP-By Henry Patson ol Sugar Creek township, one dun steer, collar marked with a crop and silt and under bit In the right ear, and nnderslope in left ear. And is a ten year old. Appraised at S20.00 before William T.ntle, J. P.

MARTIN HOLLINGER Clerk.

Tec. 4,1875,

Estr Notice.

TAKENred

E it known that on the 5th day of January, 187H, it Was ordered by the Coatt 'that tbe Clerk notifly by publication salil J.Martin as a non-resldeut defendant ol this action against him.

Said defendant is, therefore, hereby notified of the pendency of said aotion against him and that tbe same will stand fur trial a' the April term 01 said court In the year 1676. MARTIN HOLLINGKR.

TAKENday

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TIP—By Louis Seehnrger, living

in Harrison lownsi ip, Vi^ro countr, lull one and white steer, with crop oil each war.tliiec years old, «ni appraised at (22 before G. F. Cockerly. J. P.

MARTIN HOLIJNGEK, Clerk.

State of Indiana, Vigo County*

In the Vipto Circuit Court. ltT«. STEPHUNR. FREEMAN vs J. MAR. TIN—ID Civil Action Attachment,

I. N, PIUICB, p. Clerk.

UP—ByOtho Hamilton, living

in Lost creek township, Vl--o county, on tbe

.id

ol Nov.. it75, a rMl

TAKEN

cow

with

a white loin back,white under the belly, marked with a swallow fork In the leitoar and had a hell on. Snpprtstd to be 10 years old, Appraised at 820 before Walter B. Dickerson, J. P.

UP—By John G. Acton, livl' lu

Riley township, Vino county, Ird„ four large white hogs, two marked with an underblt In the left ear and ciop ofl right ear, and one with an underblt in each ear anil crop off tbe right ear, nhd one with an underblt in the left ear, and also eight pigs not marked. Appraised at 8.5 be fore Lynns Moyer, J. P.

MARTIN HOLLINGER,Clgrk.

Oct. 5, 1675.

Administrator's Notice. NOTICK

is hereby glvon that the under

sign °d has been appointed administrator ot the estate of Rose Ann Grierspn, late of Vli?o county, Ind., deceased. The estate is probably rolvent.

GEOREE W. WLErZER, Ad miniayator.

EstHy Notico,

TAKEN

UP—By John 8. Bonrlog, of

Fayette towhshlp, one ic cow, with young calf, supposed to be bont 8 yesrs old. No marks or bran perceivable. Apnmised at $25 before NOi J. Mlnnlck, J.P. if

One red and white cow, Wi hit« body and red head and neck ana hlte faee Snpposod to be 8 years oiu. is., marks or orands perceivable, and has a young calf, Appralsed at $26 before Nuah J. MInnick, J. P.

On« red fuid white steer, with white stripe across tne shoulders and underbit in left ear. Supposed to be 4 ypprs old and appraised at 835 (K) before N oah J. nulot' J.fc. MARTI HOLLINGRB,

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ottered to the public to become subscribers to the WEEKLY GAZETTE are manifold and to be found in the paper itself. The GAZETTE is managed upon the tneory that its subscribers want a paper that can be depended on to give the news full, accurate and complete. Iu addition to this the GAZETTE has recently made especial arrangements with oue of the largeftt publishing houses in the world to furnish to all of its snbseribers the beautiful and costly .oil painting, in cbromo size, 18x23 iucbes, "GATHERING PRIMROSES."

Clerk

AdmiBlgtrator'* Hale of Real Estate.

undersigned, administrator of the estate ol Jonn Bngg, deceased, will, on bin day of February, J876, at the Court House door. In the city of Terre Haate, Indlana, sell at pnb in or 1 rlvate sale, as may be deemed best lor said estate, the following described real estate, to-wlt: The undivided two-thirds of tbe east one-half of tlie northeast quarter of the southwest quarter of section number thirty-two (82), townshi 1 thirteen (13), north of range elabt (8) west.

TifiKMd—One-half purchase money cash in band, balance In twelve months, purebaser giving notes with morttacets seenre itame. JOSEPH BUSH NELL,

Administrator.

Administrator's Notice.

XTOT1CJ5 is nereby given uiat tlie niidcsigned has been appointed administrator of the estate of Morris Boatman, deceased. The estate is probsbly solvent. .TAMES M. McCLlNTfCK,

Oct- 4-1675- Administrator

Estray Notice.

TiAKFNtownship,

UP—By Wm. Baunder, of Honey

('reek one dark red roan cow, supposed to be 12 years old, with half crop off then at $13.60

ipper part of right ear. Appraised before George W. Otev, J. P. MARTIN HOLLJ.GNEB, Clerk.

Nov. I, 1875.

Estray Notice.

11AKKN

UP-Bv John H. Kester, living

lu LlnV township, oue mile noitiieast of Hartford, one steer of a pale red color, with some little whi e, marked with a crop off each ear aud a swallow fork left ear. Supposed to he 4 yeers old, and appralted at $24 before John R. Bledsoe, J.P. MARTIN HOLLINGER,Clerk.

Kstray Notice.

'flAKEN UP—By A. H. Price, of Hone} J. Creek towusulji, one wblte heifer, supposed t'»be two

years

old, with aslitln the

left ear, and appraised at $15 before Oeo. W. otey, J. P. MARTIN HOLLINGER. Clerk.

JKstray Notice.

KN UP-By John umn.lns, llviBg ill Riley township, M?o connty, Ind., oneihree vear old wnite roan sieer, markel with an unders/ope in t-sioh ear Appraised at 8tl before J. N1chod«nus, J. P.

MARTIN HOLLINGER, Clerk.

Notice to Heirs of Petition to Sell Real Estate,

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INDIANA,

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OTICR is hereby given that James N Brown, administrator of the estate of Milton 8. Watson, deceased, has filed his petition to sell the real estate ot the decedent, bis personal property Jeing insuf4 f.hof tifkM n£

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fl«leut to pay hisdebtS a d.that fflM P& f.ttion will be heard at the next termer the Vigo Court of Common Pleas.,

Estray Notice.

Tagrewtownship,

UP—By Wm. Case, living in Lost

Creek oa the 13th day oi November, 1875, on" red and white spotted cow, giving milk. Mo. marks or brands visible. Supposed to be 4 years old. Ajpraised at $2o before Win, S. Harper, J,

MARTIN HOLLINGfcR,' ierk'

Estray Notice.

_- irv UP—By Da/id Lawrence, living .m. In Plerson wwnsbip, Vigoconnty.Ind^ oa the 80th day of November, one astray cow", described as f° 1 lows Medlum slae, red and white specks, half cropo»^« left ear, n«ck and ears red. Soppowd to be six years old next spring. Appraised at 20 ^fofe Mah^on Bktf£^P^qcrk.

MARRIAGEsiP^

Alt: 9J\ Per Day at home. Terms 9-av DO qwV/ree. AAattm, Q. Brar&o?T4 Co^ tlaud, Maine.

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