Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 10 January 1878 — Page 7

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CHAPTER XXXIII.

That was Grace Carden's firet anonymous letter. Its contents curdled her veins with poison. The poor t^irl sat pale arid benun.bed, turning the letter in her hand, and reading the fatal words over and over again.

There was a time when she would have entirely disbelieved this slander but nosv she remembered, with dismay, how many things had combined to attach Henry to Jael Dence. And then the lettcr'ntated such hard facts facts unknown to 1 er, but advanced,, p©stiV£*, ly.

But what terrified her mo was that Henry had lately told her Jael Dencc love.l hiir best.

Yet lifcr tossed and tortured mind laid hold of this comfort, that not the man onlv, biit the woman too, were 1 yal, faithful spirits. Could they both lmve changed? Ap earances are deceitful, and might have deceived this anonymous writer.

After hours of meie suffering, she began to ask herself what she should do? Her firbt feminine impulse wa» to try and find out the truth without Henry's aid.

But no on second thought* she would he open and loyal, show Henry the letter, and ask him to tell her how much truth, if any, there was in it.

The agonv she endured was a lesson to her. Now she knew what jealousy was and saw at once she could not endure its torments. She thought to herself he was quite right to make her dismiss Mr. Coventiy. and he must dismiss Jael she should insist on it.

This n'bolu!ion formed, she lived on thorns, awaiting Henry Little's next •visit.

He came next day, but she was out. She ahked the servant if he had said any thing.

The fcrv&nt said, 'lie seemed a good deal put out at first, Miss, but afterwards he said, 'No it was all for the best.'

This was another blow. Grace connected thene words of Henry in some mysterious way with the anonymous letter, and spent the night crying: but in the mjrniny, being a brave, high-spirited girl, she resolved to take a direct couse the would go down to the works, and request an explanation on the premises. Shi: would seethe room where Henry -was said to pass so many hours with Jael, and she would show him that the manhe loved, and lived for, must place -himself above suspicion, or lose her forever. 'And it he quarrels with me for that,' she thought, 'why, I can tii .' She actually enrrkd out her resolution, and -went tnriy next morning to the woixs to demand an explanation. She took the letter with her. As she went along she discussed in her own mind how she should proceed, and at last she revived

just hand him the letter and .fix her cyescn him. llis lace would tell her the truth.

She drove up to the great gate there were a good many people about, talking, in excited group

The porter came out to her. She said '.'•he wished to see Mr. Little. The porter stared, the people within hearing left off talking, and stared loo, at her, and then at one another.

At last the porter found his voice. 'Mr. Little! why, we can't find him anywhere, dead or alive.'

Just then Ra..some came out, and, seeing Miss Garden, gave a start, aud looked much concert.e

Grace noticed this look, and her own face began to fill with surprise, and then with •alarm. 'Not to be found!' she faltered

She did not know Mr. Ransome, but he knew her and he came to the carriage window, and said, in a Uow voice, 'Miss Carden, I am the chief constable. •'I would advise you to return home. The ,-fact is, there has been an explosion here, and a young woman nearly killed.' 'Poor creature! But Mr. Little! Oh,

T»ir!

Oh, sir!*

'Wecan't find him.' said Ransome, solemnly: 'and we fear—we sadly fear—'

Grace uttered alow cry, and then sat trembling. Ransome tried to console hei said it was just possible he might have not slept |n the works.

The porter shook his head

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Grace sprang from the carriage. 'Show me the place,' said she, hoarBely.

Ransome demurred. 'It is an ugly sight for any one to see.' 'Who has a better right to see it than *1? I shall find him if he is there. Give me your arm: I have heard him speak of you.'

Then Ransome yielded reluctantly, and tojk her to the place. He showed her Henry's room, all rent and mutilated.

She shuddered, and, covering her face with' her hands, leaned half fainting against her conductor but soon she •hook this off, an became inspired with strange energy, though her face was like marble.

She drew him, indeed almost dragged fiim, hither anJ thither, questioning him, and listening tnevery body's conjecture's for there were loud group* here of workpeople and towna-people.

Som« thought he was buried under the great chimney in the river, others intimated plainly their fear that he was bLwn to atoms.

At each suggestion Grace Carden's whole body winced and quivered as if the w'or«U were sword cuts, but she would not be persuaded to retire. 'No, no,' she cried, 'amongst so many, some one will iess right. I'll hear all they think, if die on tiie spot: die! What is life to me now? Ah! what is that woman say ing?' And she hurried Ransome towards a work-woinan who was haranguing several her comrades.

Tne woman saw Ransome coming towards her with a strange lady, 'Ah!' said she, 'here's is the constable. Mr. Ransome, will ye tell me where you found the lass, yeiternight?' •She was lying on that heap of bricks: I marked the piace with two pieces of chalk ay, here they are her head lay here, and her feet here.' 'Well then,'said the woman, 'he will not be far from that place. You clear

away those bricks and rubbish, and you will find him underneath. She was hi» sweetheart, that is well known here and he was safe to be beside her when the place was blown up.' 'No such thing,' said Ransome, angrily, and casting a tide-look at Grace. 'She lay pn the second floor, and Mr. Little on the first floor.' 'Thou simple body,* said the woman. 'What's a stair to a young man when a bonny las lie* awaiting "him, and not a soul about? They were a deal loo close together all day, to be distant at night.'

A murmur "of assent burst at onct from all the women. Grace's booy winced and quivered, but her marble face never stirred, nor did her lips utter a sound. 'Come away from their scandalous tongues,' said Ransome, eagerly 'No,' said Grace and such a 'No.* It was like a statue uttering a chip of its •wn marble. $'*•%

Then she stood quivering' &'1 moment then, leaving Ranso:ne's arm, she darted up to the place where Jael Dence had been found.

She stood like a bird on the broken masonry, and opened her beautiful eyes in a strange way, and demanded of all her senses whether the bjdy of him she loved lay beneath her feet.

After a minute, during which every eye was riveted on her, said, 'I don't believe it 1 don't feel him near me. But I will know.'

She took out her purse, full of gold, and held it up to the women. 'This foi* you, if you will help me.' Then, kneel ing down, she began to tear up the bricks and threw.them, ene after another, as far as her strength permitted. The effect on the work-women was electrical: they swarmod on the broken masonry, and began to clear it away brick by brick. They worked with sympathetic fury, hsd by this fair creature, whose white hands were soon soiled and bloody, but never tired. In less than an hour they had cleared away several \yagon-loads of debris.

The body of Henry Little was not there. Grace gave her purse to the women, aud leaning heavily on Mr. Ransome's arm again. He supported her out of the works.

As soon as they were alone, she said, 'Is Jael Dence alive or dead?' j* 'She was alive half an hour ago, 'Where i-. she?' 'At the hospital.' XT' I" 'Take me to the hospital.*

He took her to th« hospital, and soon they stood beside a clean littlle bed, in which lay the white but still comely face of Jael Dence: her luxurient hair was cut close, and her head bandaged but for her majestic form, she looked a fair, dying boy. 'Stand back,' said Grace, 'and let me speak to her.' Then she leaned over Jael, where she lay.

Gentle women are not all gentleness. Watch them, especially in contact with their own sex, and you shall see now and then a trait of the wild animal. Grace Garden at this moment was any thing but do\e-like: it was more like a falcon the way she clutched the bedclothes, and towered over that prostrate figure, and then, descending slowly nearer, plunged ht eyes into those fixed and staring orbs of Jael Dcnce.

So she remained riveted. Had Jael bee., conscious, and culpable, nothing could have escaped a scrutin'y so penetrating. liven unconcious as she was, Jael's brain and body began to show some sign, they were rut quUt i.npervious to the ttrange magnetic power which besieged them so clofely.^Vhen Grace's eyes ha been close to hers about a minute, Jael Dence moved her head slightly to the left as if those eyes scortched her.

But Grace moved her own head to the right, rapid as a snake, and fixed her again directly. I

Jael fence's bosom gavj a heave. Where—is-IIenry Little?" said Grace, still holding her tight by the eye, and •speaking very slowly, and in such a tone, low, but solemn and commanding atone that compelled reply. "Where—is—Henry Little?"

When this was so repeated, Jael moved a little, and her lips began to quiver. "Where—is—Henry Little?'*.

Jael'fc lips opened feebly, and some Inarticulate sounds issued from them. Where—is—Henry Little?"

Jael Dence, though unconscfous, writhed and moaned so that the head nurse interfered, and said she could not have the patient tormented.

Ransome waived her aside, but taking Grace Carden'» hand, drew her gently away.

She made ^positive fesistanfce but, while her body yielded and retired, her eye remained jiveted on Jael Dence, and her hand clutched the air like a hawk's talons, unwilling to lo«e her prey, and then she turned so weak, Ransome had to support her to her carnage.

Ah Grace's head sunk on Ransome's shoulder, Tael Dcnce eyes closed for the firBt time.

As Ransome was lifting Grace Carder into the carriage, she stid, in a aorty ot sleepy voice, Ts there no way out of these works but one?' 'Not that I know of but I will go nt once and see. Shall he drive you home?' 'Yes. No"—to Doctor Ambovne.'

Doctor Amboyne was gone to Woodbine Villa. She waited in his study, moving about the room all the time, with her face of. marble, and her poor restless hands.

At last the Doctor returned: they told him at the or Miss Carden was there: he came in to her with both hands extended, and his face forking with emotion.

She fell sobbing into his arms: sobbing, but not a tear. 'Is there any hope?' 'I have one. May ha not have left the country in a fit of despair? He often threatened. He talked of going to the United States.' 'So he did. Ah, he called on me yesterday atternoon. flight not that have beerfto bid megooa-bye?\

She looked so imploringly in Doctor Amboyne's face that he assented, though full of doubt.

And now there was a ring at the bell, and Mr. Ransome came to say there was a little postern .gate by which Mr. Little might possibly have gone' out, and the porter not seen him and, what was more, this gate, by all account*, had been recently opened: it was closed before Bolt and Little took the premises.

Mr. Ransome added that he should now make it his business to learn, if possible, whether it had been opened by Mr. Little's orders.

Grace thanked him earnestly, and loosed hopeful bo did Doctor Amboyne. •But, Doctor!' said Grace, 'if he has gone away at all, he must have toli

somebody. Even if there was nobody he loved, he would tell—«h! Mr. Bolt!!' 'You are right. Let us go to him at once.'

They found Mr. Bolt in quite a different frame of mind from their own he was breathing vengeance. However, he showed some feeling for Grace, and told the Doctor plainly he feared the worst. Little had been downhearted for some time, and at last he (Bolt) had loht patience with him, and had proposed to him to take an annual payment of nine hundred pounds instead of a share, and leave the concerr.. Little had atked two da to consider thU proposal. '•Now,'^ argued Bolt, "if he meant to leave England, he could not do better than take my offer and he would have taken it before he left. He would have called, or else sent me a letter. But no^ not a word! It's a bad job: I'm fond of money, but I'd give a few thousand to see him alive again. But I don't think I ever shall. There are five hundred thousand bricks of ours in that river, and a foot and a half of mud."

While they were both shuddering af this dark allusion, he went off into idle threats, and Grace left him, sick and cold, and clinging to Doctor Amboyne like a drowning woman. 'Have courage,'said Doctor Ambovne. 'There is one chance left us. His mother! I will telegraph to Aberystwith.'

They drove together to the telegraphoffice, and sent a telegram. The Doctor would not consent to frighten Mrs. Little to death. lie simply asked whether her son had just visited or written to her. The answer was paid for but four hours elapsed, and no answer came.

Then Grace implored thj doctor to go with her to Abervstwith. He looked grave, and said she was undertaking too much. She replied, almost fiercely, that she must do all that cou'.d be done, or»he should go mad. 'Butyour father, my dear!' tr« 'He is in London. I will tell him all when he returns. He would let me go anywhere with you. 1 must go I will!'

At four o'clock tiiey wero in the train. They spoke to each other but little on the way their hearts were too full of dire forebodings to talk about nothings. But, when they were in the fly at Aberystwith, gong from the station to Mrs. Little's lodgings Grace laid her head on her friend's shoulder and said, 'Oh, Doctor, it has come to this I hope he loved his mother better than me.' Then camera flood of tears—the firr.t.

They went to Mrs. Little's lodgings. The landlady had retired to bed. and, on hearing their eri and, told them, out of t.ie second-floor window, that Mrs. Little had left her some davs ago, and gone to a neighboring villag* for change of air.

Grace iftid Doctor AmboyVife drove next morning to that village, and Boon learned where Mrs. Little was. Doctor Amboyne left Grace at the inn, for he knew the sight of her would at once alarm Mrs. Little and in a matter so uncertain as this, he thought the greatest caution necessary. Grace waited for him £t the inn in an agony of su"»pen*e 'v'j She watched at the window for him, and at last she saw him coming towards her. His head was down, and she could not read his face, or she could have told in a moment whether he brought good news or bad.

She waited for him, erect but trembling. He opened the door, and stood before her, pale and agitated, so pale and agitated she bad nf ver seen him before.

He faitered out, 'She knows nothing. She must know nothing. She is too ill and weak, and, indeed, in kuch a condition that to tell her the fatal news would probably have killed her on the spot. All I dared do was to a her with asrumcd indifference if she hadheard from Henry lately. No Grace, not for three days.' lie sat down and groaned aloud 'You love the son,' said he, 'but I love the mother: loved her vears befoie you were born.'

At this unexpected revelation Grace Carden kissed him, and wept on his shoulder. Then they went sadly home ag*in.

Doctor Amboyne now gave up all hopes of Henry, and his anxiety was con centraied on -Mrs. Little. How on earth was he to save her from a shock likely to prove fatal in her weak condition? To bring her to Hill-.borough in her present state would be fatal. He wa» compelled to leave her in Wale-, and that looked so- like abandoning her. He suffered torture, the torture that only noble minds can know. At midnight, as he lay in bed, and revolved in his mind ail the difficulties and perils of this pitiable situation, an idea struck him. He would try and persuade Mrs. Little to marry him. Should she consent, he could then take her on a weUding-tour, and that tour he coul 1 easily extend from place to place, putting off the evil time until, strong in health and conjugal affection, she might be able to endure the terrible, the inevitable blow. The very next morning he wrote heran eloquent letter he tuld her that Henry had gone suddenly off to Australia to sell his patents that almost his last word had been, 'My mother! I leave her to you Thi *aid the Doctor, is a sacred commission and how can 1 execute it? I can not invite ycM to Hillsborough, for the air is tat hi to you Think of }our half-promUe, and my many years of devotion, and gi/e me the right to carry out your son's wishes to the full.

Mrs. Little replied to this letter, and the result of the correspondence was this: she said she would marry- him if she could recover her he«lth, but that she feared bhe never should uuid she was reconciled to her brother.

Meantime Grace Carden tdl into a strange state: fits of feverish energy (its of djath-like stupor. She could dj iuth ing, yet it maddened her to be idle. Wuh Bolt's permission, the set workmen to remove all the remains of the chimney that could be got at—the water was high just then: she had a barge and workmen, and olten watched them, and urged them by her presence. Not that she ever spoke but she hovered abr.ut with Her mat ble tace and staring eyes, and the sightof her touched their hearts and spurred them to exertion.

Sometimes she used to stand on a heap of bricks hard by, and peer, with dilated eyes, into the dark stream, and watch each bucket, or basket, as it came up with bricks-, and rubbish, and mud, from the bottom.

At other times she would stand on the bridge and lean over the battlements so fur as i' sh would fly down and search for her deuJ l^vor.

One day as she hung thus, glaring into

the water, she hoard a deep sigh. She looked up, and there was a face almost as pale as her own, and even more haggard, looking at her with a strange mixture of pain and pity. This ghastly spectator of her only agony was himself a miserable imf. It wa* Frederick Coventry. His cri nf. had Drought him no happiness, no hp» of happiness. sight of him Grace Carden groan* ed, and covered her face with her hands.

Coventry drew back dismayed. His guiltv conscience misinterpreted this. 'You can forgive us now,' id Grace, With a deep sob: then turned away with sullen listlessness, and continued her sad scrutiny.

Coventry loved her, after his fashion, her mute but eloquent misery moved him. lie drew nvarer to her, and said softly, 'Dj not look so I can't bear it. He 'is not there.' •Ah! How doyoj know?'

Coventry was silent for a moment, and seemed uneasy but as last he replied thus: 'There were two expl«sion6. The chimney fell into the river a moment before the explosion that blew up the works. So how can he be buried under the ruin9 of the chimney? I know this from a workman who was standing on the bridge when the explosion took place.' 'Bles the tongue that tells mfc that! Oh! how much wiser you are than the rest of us! Mr. Coventry, pity and forgive a poor girl who has* used you ill.

Tell me—tell me—what can have become of him?' Coventry was much agitated, and could ibot speak for 8ome|tirne, and when he did, it was in a faint voice as of one exhausted by a mental struggle. 'Would you rather he was—dead—or—false?' 'Oh. false—a thousand times! Prove to me he is not dead, bat only false to his poor Grace,' and I will bless you on my knees.'

Coventry's eye flashed. 'Well, then, he was the lover of Jael Dence, the girl who fought for him, and shed her blood for l\im, and saved nis life. The connection was open and notoriou

Grace was silent. 'Many a man has fled from two women, who could have been happy with either of them. I believe that ttiis man found hiimelf unable to play the double game any longer, and that he has fled the country—' 'I P' ay God it may be so sobbed Grace. '—Through remorse, or from dread of exposure. Have patience. Do not kill yourself, and break all our heart*. Take my word for it, you will hear from him in a few days, and lis will give you reasons for

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strange disappearar.ee—ex

cellent, bttbinesR-like reasons, but not the true ones: there will not be a word about Jael Dence.' This last with a sneer. trrace turned on him with eyes that literally gleamed: 'You hated him li* ing, you slander him dead. Falsehood was not in him: his affection for Jael Dence was no secret, I knew it, and approved it. It was as fitire as heaven. His poor mutilated body will soon contradict these vile calumnies. I hate you! I hate you!'

Coventry drew back at first from this burst of ire, but soon he met her glance with one of fiendish bitterness. 'Yop hate me for pitying you, and saying that man is not dead. Well, have your own way, then he is not false, but dead.'

He turned on his heel, and wer.t awav. As for Mr, Carden, he declined to admit that Little was dead, and said his conduct was unpardonable, ana, indeed, so nearly resembled madness, that, considering the* young man's father had committed suicide, he was determined never to admit him into his house again -rat ail events as a suitor to Grace.

Mr. Coventry'had now taken spacious apartments, and furnished them. He resumed his visits to the club. Mi. C. rden met him there, and spoke more confidentially to him than he did to his daughter, and admitted that he had grave doubts, but said he was a director of the Gofcshawk, and would never, either in public or private, allow that Little was dead unlesi his body should be found'and properly identified.

All this time there was a hot discussion in the journals, and the Saw-grin-der's Union repudiated the outrage with horror, and offered a considerable reward.

Outsiders were taken In by this, but not a single manufacturer or workman. Mr. Holdfast denounced it as a Trade outrage, and Ransome groped the town for evidence.

The Utter, however, was rather puzzled one day by an anonymous letter telling him he was all on the wrong tack it was not a Trade job, "but contrived by a gentleman for his private ends. Advantage had been taken of Little being wrong with the Trade 'but,' said the letter, 'you should look to the head for the motive, not to the hands. One or two saw them together a good many times before the deed was done, and the swell was seen on the very bridge when the explosion took place,' l'his set Ransome thinking very seriously and comparing notes.

Week after \\eek went by and left the mystery unsolved. Mr. Coventry saw Mr. Carden nearly every day, and asked him was there no news of Little? The answer was always in the negative, and this surprised Coventry more and more.

When a whole month had e!apsj:d, even he began to fancy strange things, and to nurs^ wild projects that had never entered his head beiore. He sludied books of ined.cal jurisprudence, and made all manner of experiments. He resumed his intimacy with Cole, add they were olten Closeted together.

Five weeks hud elapsed, and Grace Carden had lost all her feverish energy, and remained passive, lethargic, fcuri.ig every thing, hoping nothing, but quivering all day with expectation of the n.'xt blow for what had she to expect now but sorrow in somj form or otntr?

S'»e ten wished to visit Jael Dence again at the hospital but for some time an invincible repugnance withheld her.

She axked Doctor Amboyne to go instead, and question the unhappy girl. Doctor Amboyne did so but Jael was now in a half-stupid condition, and her poor brain not clear enough to remember what she was wanted to remember. Her memory was full of gaps, and, unluckily, one of these gaps embraced the the whole period between her battle with Mill and the present time.

At last Grace was irritated, and blamed the Doctor for his faiiure. She reminded him she had herself magnttized Jael, and had almost made her speak. She resolved to go *o the hospital herself. 'I'll make her teif me one thing,' said she, 'though I tear her heart out, and my own too.'

She dressed plainly, and walked rapidly down towards the hospital.

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There were two way* to it, but «he cho«e the one that was sure to give h$r pain. She could not help it her very feet dragged her lo that fatal spot.

When the drew near that fatal bridge, she observed a number of persons collected on it, looking down in the river at some distance.

At the same time people began to hurry past her making tor the bridge. She a«ked one of them what it was." •Summut in the riuer,' wa9 the reply, but in at one so full of meaning, that at these simple words she ran forward, though her knees almost gave way under her.

The bridge wa*. not ro crowded yet. but that she contrive.!, to push in be'ween two women, «ud loak.

Ali the peopld .verc speaking in low murmurs. The hbfvfeithe? lud d-ied the river up to a stream in the middle, and, in mid-stream, about fifty yards from the toot of th bridge, was a pile of broken masonry, which hai once' been the upper part of Bolt and Little's chim ney. It had (alien into water twelve feet deep but now the water wias not above five feet, and a portion of the broken bricks onj tiles were visible, some just above, some just und^r the water.

At one Mde of this wreck jutted out the object on which all eyes were now fastened.^ At first side it looked a crooked log ot wood sticking out from among the bricks. Thousands indeed, had parsed the bridge, and noticed nothing particular about it but one, more observant or less hurried, had peered, and then pointed, and collected the crowd.

It needed but a s.:cond look to show that this was not a tag of wood, but the sleeve of a man's coat. A closer inspection revealed that thj sleeve was not empty.

There was a:i arm inside that sleeve, and a little more under the water one could see distinctly a hand white and sodden by the water.

The dark stream ju-tt rippled over this hand, half veiling it at times, though never hiding it. |The body will be jammed among the bricks,' said a by-stander and all assented with awe. 'Eh! to think of its sticking out an arm like that!' taid a young girl. 'Dead folks have done more than tho,t, sooner than want Christian burial,' replied an old woman.

'I warrant ye they have. I can't look at it.' 'Is it cloth, or what?' inquired another. 'It's a kind of tweed, I think.' 'What's that glittering on its finger'' 'It's a ring—,i gold ring.'

At this last levelation there was a fearful scream, a»u Grace Carden fell senseless on the pavement.

A gentleman who had been .hanging about and listening to the comments now darted forward, with a face almost as white as her own, and raised lvr up, and implored the people to get her a carriage.

It was Mr. Coventry. Little had he counted on this mee'.ing. Horror-strick-en, he conveyed the insensible girl to her father's house.

He handed lu-r over to the women, and fled, and the wqmen brought her round but she had scarcely recovtrcd hir senses, when she uttered another piercing scream, and swooned again. [TO BE CONTINUED.]

SOCIETY,

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NKW YEARS CALLING—WHO RECEIVE, AND W1IBRE. Fiom the Cinclnuat. liazstte.

In addition to the list published in the Times, of yesterday, we have bi .-n requested to announce the following:

The beautiful Miss Baxter, of Carter County, Kentuckey, will receive wr.h 'Miss Smith, of Mount Adams.

At No. 864 Laurel street, Miss Lincoln and Miss Park,will keep open house. They inform us that they will not offer callers anything stronger than coffee.

The beautiful triplets the Mitte'es Smith, of Charles street, i!l keep open house) They will be dressed precisely ajike. Some embarrassment on the part of the callers may be expected, ana much fun consequently.

Miss Jemima Perkins, of Sloo street, will have the delightful company of the accomplisned Miss Pumpkin, one o( the elites of Boston society, who is here study ing medicine. They will appear in blue stockings. No drinks.

The charming Miss Tomkins, of Celestial street, will not receive' owihg to ne.vous prostration brought about by too close study of the Dickey-Tytu# case.

Mrs. WangChoo and her daughter* will receive at their elegant home, on Sixth street, near Vine. Gents calling will please appear in yellow kid«.

Miss Melissa Orangeb'ossonp, the charming belle of McAllister street, will have with her the beautiful Miss Laundry, of Louisville, and the petite Miss Kite hen, of New Orleans, who happens to be here, by force of circ uraslanees*

Madam.: Pratzsl. at the corner of Kossuth and Melancthon streets, will be assisted in entertaining by a whole bevy of beauties, including Mies Sausage, of Bremen street, Mios Wienerwust. of North Canal street, and the accomplished Miss Smearkase, of Pete street. They are all blondes.

The beautiful Mitt Bridget Q"Flaherty, of Dublin street, has invited Mi*s O'Rourke, of the Eight Ward, to assist her Miss O' has accepted. They have decided to set an example of eoonomy in view ct the stringency ol'the times aud receive in calico, without jewelry. To discourage the extravagance oi carriges thev will expect their fViends to walk—to at least leave their carriges half a square from the residtdcc.

Miss Fogarty of Exst Srxth street, wiil receive—cold victual* on NewYear'h day.

Mi*} Maggie Mu!can, Dubln street will receive all ccllere—with a stuffed club.

Miss Bridget a Doyle, of Lock street will receive—a bad cold if she keeps open house. Sofhe will not keep open.

Mis* Mollie McCartv, of Gas alley, will receivu on New Year's day—anything handy. re. O'Connor, of Eight steet, will receive—the last month's rent from her absconded tenant, if be wriJl call.

Mus Br.dget Fliar., of W«t Sixth street, will tiiro* open every-doonjn the' house. She i* bound toJiawe an open: use. 1

Miss Maggie Jtlullaiip af Sixth strc:t,' will receive—hsr discharge from the jik house if sfie can get it.

Mrs. Eugenia Blank will keep open hcu4ebcc *u»e if is asier'than to stop up all le cracks.

"MEDICAL.

Sandford's

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Ginger

It eq11nti7.es the circulntioa. it sub lut-s uiilaitia ory otion. i-ures ruiture and strum*. It remove* p- ln muleoreuufcs. [teuton ki tut complaint, it sfr«ngHim me ir.uu len. it cun

I'tieunrttism

ir.

m-ties am! genuine French Frandy, and la vastly sti|iei )or to any other extract or msenooof iiingrr beioro the imUllc-all of alto hot by tho old J' vOCrS*

Cholera Morbus,

Cramps painf diarrheal and riyssontcrv are iostantlftel.Mfe.tbyit. will render an attack of cholera morbus impossible, it taken wben the s\nipunns of this dangerous compla at urst inunife-it themselves.

Cramps and Pains

who her produced by IndijrcsUon, improper fooil, chango ot water or diet, t6o tree Indulgence In ico waver, uxioiut to sudden changes of temperature, a instantly relieved by it. On ouace added to gallon ot

Ice Water\

and aweetrntd. forms alnixturo, which, aa a oooltng, hoa.thy. and refreshing summor I leverage, has no equal. Unrreis ot ice water prepared iu this way way bedraak without the slightest injury, and hR|iy is tho man who finds In this subxt.tnto for spiritous liquors Its value to tho tariscfc the mechanic and laborer rannot bo ovcr-ostimat-ej. It tstto «hea as *0 hu rthin the reaoh otall.s finely flavored as ti» be ehjoyed by love, of tbu lines. liquors.

Dyspepsia,

FlatulcheyTVlurglah di^esilou. WtRit of tone and activity in the stomach and bowels, oppre eton after eating, are sure to bo relieved by a single dose taken after each miul. A great want etlsta lor a

Restorative Stimulant,

free from serious pbjectlon?, yet palatable, even inviting to tho s'.-nMtive palato, which will ere iteuo morbid appetite for itself, and operate ii* an assistant to digestion, as well as perf rtn tbefunctioas ot a st.mutant. Such we confidently believe is to be found In

Sandfoi d's Jamaica Ginger,

An elegant combination of the true Jamaica Ginger with the choicest ar matics. It is ueyond all comparisou the most healthy, Invigorating tonic au.i stimulant Imfore tbe public, lv is earnestly recommvooed to the at. and nervous, to those recovering from debilitating diseases, and to the aged, whom it imparts warmth and vigor.

Samples Free."

•500 reward will bo paid for a bottle of any otli extract or ossenno of Jamaica Ginger if found to «qui»i it in lino flavor, purity and prompt ine itctl effect. Largest, cheapest and best Take no other until you hove glveu it a trial.

Solu by all wholosalo & retail druggists grocers and dealers in medicine. 1'rice, SOeenla. fJumplcs free. Uea ers xhould purchase original packages of one doz-.'n to obtain tbe rial bottles tor free distribution. Weeks A l'otter, General Agents and Wholesale Druggists, Bostoa

Electricity

FOH THt MILLION—AN ELECTRIC BAT TERY FOR 25 CENTS.

Collins' Voltaic Plaster Cured Pains and Aches,

and neuralgia.

It i- I»v\c3 ft HVued oords. It eures mi

shocks.

It is iav vluabie in paralysis. cures Mlaination of tno Jivor* it remov. ncrvuu* pains. It curus fpln-tl weakness. It tag efill a~d soothing, It .nr. epilepsy or litis. it is safe reliable and economical $ It pruscrib by physicians. it is indorsed by tleo.riclana.

Collins' Voltaic Plasters.

Is v/arrautod, on .hcrcputu lo" of l)r. Colins,its li.ve.itor.an oM ph^sieUn, to bo tho best plat tor in the world 01 uiedloiue. The union ot thei-o two e.it inedlcai agents, vu: Electricity at.d lamicul gums an.i essences, fully iustilies Jie i-la.111, aud entitles tho remedy ts rank foremost among all curativo pounus for all oxttriiai aches anil pains.

Price 26 tents, sold by ali druggists. Vailed on receipt of price, 25 touts for' ono, 91.25 for six, or $4.25 for twelve, rarefuliy ed and warranted, by WKttKS A

wrapped 1 POTTER,

Proprietors, Boston, Mass.

From State Register, Springfield, IIL

,« Monday Auflr. 6.1877

*1112 WAU.tSIl HAI liWAl.

With the internal operatk of railroad companies the Stale Register has no concern, but the external operation* of railroads are mattero wlticn affcct every citizen, and which are, therefore, proper subjects of ditcutsMon. There is 10 doubt that the producing interests 01 the ctatc are obliged to pay tiibute to the transportation companies and now that transportation is as legitimate business as production, both production and transportation ought to l»e fiee 1'rom governmental interference, and each being free, will find its greatest profit and will reach its highest development. ..

It is in consonance with- these ideas" that we call attention to tbe Wabash Railway, «s offering advantages to the producers o^Central Illinois, wtuph no other transportation company jtjbie to offer. The branches of this line tap the grain and meat pro&cing section of the Missi&sipi Valley at Burlington, Peoria Keokuk, Warsaw, Quincy, Hannibal and St. Louis. All these are importan points of concentration, and these branch lines strike the main line at Decatur, and finally at Latayette, in the grand plan moving western products 10 eastern mar* kets. it is, however, as an Illinois railway that the Wabash is of special interest to our readers. Its main line runs through the great farming counties of the state, and with its branches, gives the produce of Central Illinois a direct eastern outlet, without obliging it to pay tribute to Cnicago stock yards, elevators, commission dealers, or the celebrated corner operatoreihcre. The advantages of this lice are very ^rc&t, and its increasing businesf allows they ore full appreciated, Xtarix4g the1at*«trike its buoiness was less interrupted than that of any of the great through lines, for the reason that its employes are liberally treated, and because, also, the management did not attempt to ponish employes or patrons bj n^diessly stopping transit.

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