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THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 29. 18.93.

CHAPTER nr.

How it happened Captain Ruthven could never tell, but he found himself in love with May Brooke and he knew that the world held no treasure so priceless for him as that pure young heart.

The Captain was a brave man. lie had met the enemy under the most adverse conditions. Once he had saved the life of a brother in arms at the risk of his own. He had led a forlorn hope. But now his courage failed him, and lie blushed and trembled like a sensitive girl. lie felt that he dared not risk the happiness of his life, that he dared not ask for May Brooke's love, lest she should refuse him. "Who was he, he asked himself, that he could hope to win that fair ihnocent girl, whose mind and heart were so far above his own? He went to church with her once, and knelt by her side. As he listened to her clear sweet voice, a sense of his own unworthiness came over him and smote him with keen pain. Could this pure tender girl ever love or care for him?

So the Captain tormented himself. Each morning when he rose he said to himself that before night he would know his fate and yet. when time and opportunity favored him, the words remained unsaid.

He could not tell whether she loved him. She was always shy and sensitive. He could not remember that she had ever uttered a single word that was what he called encouraging. He did not know that in the little box that held all her girlish treasures, wrapped in many folds of tissue-paper, lay the spray of hawthorn that ne had given her. He did not see her give to that night and morning what she had refused, even in play, to give him.

He loved her the better for her reserve. Of all charms, better than beauty, far above grace, talents, accomplishments, he prized the modest retiring grace that distinguished May Brooke, lie knew that, if she once said that she loved him, she would be true to him until death.

He was a daily visitor at Woodbine Cottage, where Miss Brooke, May's aunt, resided. He had some pretext or other for calling constantly. Miss Brooke was a great invalid she had been ailing for many years, and there were some days when she suffered great pain and required constant attention. One such day came in the hot month of July. From sunrise to sunset she had been in one long agony, and May had soothtd and tended her. It was over a* last, the cruel pain had worn itself out, and the poor lady longed to be alone and at rest. All that hot day, when the flowers had been parched with thirst. May had spent in the sick-room and now, when the cool evening breeze was bringing relief. Miss Brooke told her tt go out into the garden to refresh herself. "I shall not want you,"' said the invalid "go, May, and spend an hour or two out the open air.

It so happened that Captain Ruthven, restless and unable to remain at home, hi'd come out merely intending to gladden himself by looking at the house where she dwelt, He did not hope to see her. for he knew that her aunt was ill but in the garden he caught a glimpse of her white dress. The temptation was too strong for him he opened the gate, and in a few seconds was by her side.

Could he doubt that she loved him? Had he no eyes to see the wajm blush that colored the fair face, the glad light that came 'into the shy sweet eyes? Coufci he not s^e how the girl's lip? trembled and quivered as they smiled, and how her little white hands nervously clasped the flowers that she had beep gathering? "I could not help coming in. Miss Brooke, when I saw you," he began. "I hope I am not intruding." I Then May told him how her aunt made her come out into the fresh air. because she had bev,.] shut up in hei room all day." "Your aunt must be happy to have you for her nurse." said the Captain. "1 often wonder, if I were ill or dying, who would take care of me. It is a sad thing to he alone in the world." "Are you quite alone?" she asked. "Yes, he replied sadly. "My parents died when I was very young. I nevei had but one sistc*, and I do not even remember her. I have one uncle living somewhere in Australia, I think. So that, you see, I am indeed a solitary man."

They had reached the garden-seat placed under the lilac-trees, and there they sat to rest. "I have felt my loneliness twice in mv life," continued the Cap tain—"more than I shall ever feel it again. The first time was in my hour of triumph, when I had won fame and glory, when my comrades shook me by the hand ana wished me joy but there was no relative to share my gratification, no mother's face grew bright over my success. The second was when I lay ill in the hospital in India. The doctor came one day, and I heard him tell one of my brothcr-offlcers that he did not think I should live. 'Poor Charley!' said my friend. 'I suppose Travers would take his place.' Then, do vou know, Miss Brooke. I turned my face to the wall and wept like a child. Who was there to care whether I lived or died? If I died, there would be a military funeral for a few weeks the men would talk about me they would give me a gravestone, and on" it would say,

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tionate remembrance." and then Travers would take my place. In whose heart would my memory live? Who would shod one tear over mv grave? Those are not pleasant thoughts for any man."

May's eyes were filled with tears and then, in some broken way, the Captain asked Her to be the one who would love and ca*e for him. and brighten his life. He told her how he had learned to love her. and how he feared to ask her to be his wife because he felt so unworthy of her.

The sweet face was half turned from him. but in the dim evening light he could see how her cheeks grew pale he felt the little hands he clasped so tightly in his own tremble and grow cola. "If you will only love me, May," he pleaded, "and be my wife, I will give my life to you. I will make you the happiest woman in the world. My love shali shield you from every anxiety. Can you care for me?"

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oho milieu, aim saia gently— "I do love you, ana I "mil be true to you until I die."

How he thanked herl How his heart filled with gratitude and love! And then Captain Ruthven redeemed his ring twenty times over, and she said nothing against it!

That evening, when Captain Ruthven I told the Doctor of the treasure that he had won, his friend's calm sensible face was strangely moved. "I am glad you are happy, Charley," he said. "You have won the best girl in the world. Take care of her."

He did not cloud the young soldier's happiness by telling him that he had won the only girl that he had ever loved and to tnis day no one knows why Frank Brent has never married.

"I am not jealous," said Captain Ruthven to'May one evening, some few weeks before their marriage—"at least I think not. I have never been tried. But I know I am very peculiar in some of my notions. Doctor Brent used to tell me that I should never be married, because I required so much in a wife." "You have not shown that in choosing me," remarked May, with a bright smile. "Indeed I have! You are everything I wished for. I have some inveterate prejudices. I would never have married an authoress or an artist, for instance. I have a dislike to them that I could never overcome. I want a sensible educated companion but my opinion of a true woman is that her mission begins and ends at home." "I do not think you are quite right," said May doubtfully. "Never mind we will not argue the question. It is enough for me that I have been so fortunate as to win the dear little wife I have pictured to myself for many years past." "If I wrote books then, or painted pictures, you would not marry me?" said May. "In that case I should never have loved you," replied Captain Ruthven. "It was your quiet timid manner that attracted me hrst." "And you would not marry me if you heard that one of the finest pictures in last year's exhibition was painted by me?'' "No," said the Captain stoutly "for in that case I could not make you happy, and you would not make me nappy. We should be best apart. But do not talk of such a thing, May. I should sooner expect to see a modest little violet changed into a glaring sunflower than to find my little May working and thinking for the world at large instead of me." "You do not call that selfish, I suppose?" questioned May, with a little laugh. "All love is more or less so," was the reply and then the Captain went off into a-long and learned discourse upon the subject in question.

So this wooing went on through the long bright summer months, and at length the day was settled for the marriage—the tenth of September. Almost all the inhabitants of Upton were in thn little church to see it. No such wedding was remembered by the oldest inhabitant. It was scarcely to be believed that a brave young officer, wounded in one of those terrible wars that they had read of, had come to their quiet little town and found a wife there. And to think that he should have selected quiet modest little May, whose name had never been so much as mentioned in connection with that of anv lover before! If it had been one of those dashing brilliant Misses Sewell.or even Miss Lane, they would not have been so much surprised.

Yet no one could fairly wonder, for a more lovely bride had never been seen in Upton. The sweet face hidden by the white bridal veil, the orange-blos-soms that crowned the graceful head, the white-robed slender figure, were all perfect and many envied the brave Captain as he came'back with his wife's little hand resting upon his arm. Those who had seen the xiding spoke of it for many a long day afterwards. The sun was shining its brightest the world that morning seemed full of fragrance and melody and beauty.

The children threw flowers in the bride's path, and she smiled as her little feet walked over them. They were but a type, she thought, of the fair existence opening before her.

The cnurch-bells pealed gaily wlien the young officer and his oride bade adieu to quiet Upton. ^No one noticed the white pained looked on Doctor Brent's face no one guessed that those marriage-bells gave forth the death knell or the fairest hopes of his life.

Captain Ruthven, by his wife's express wish, took her to a quiet little seaside town in North Wales, and their honeymoon was spent there.

CHAPTER nr.

Captain Ruthven and his wife lingered by the sea until the autumn was over: and then be brought his wife to London, where he intended to reside during the rest of his stay in England, which would not exceed a year and a half at the most.

They had a pleasant little home in one of the streets leading to Regent's Park. How happy they were! The first trouble that came to them was the death of Miss Brooke. It was sudden at hist, ller maid, going one morning to call her, found her dead, with a smile on her lips and a look on l.t-r face such as it had not worn for many year .. She had left the whole of her little fortune, amounting to two hundred a year, to

the young wife, "I should be alone in the worm. Aunt Jie sie the onlv relative I had living/' "I always wonder.'' remarked the Captain, "at my own good fortune in winning you. It seems so strange to me that every one did not want to marry you." "People did not see me with youi eyes," was the laughing reply.

was your first lover and your first love?" he continued, looking at her sweet face. "My lirst, last, and only love,Charley." "That is some comfort. I should not like to have married a woman who had ever loved another man. I should always fancy she was thinking of him and wishing she had married him instead of me." "Charley," said May quietly, "you have made one mistake. You said you were not jealous. Now I believe you to be one of the most jealous men that ever lived. Beware of the feeling." "I begin to think so too. When I said I was not jealous, I said also that I had never been tried. Remember, May, I have never loved or been loved before:

"If it were notlor you. Charley," said a?min. lean live without love but I

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ouu Know mat my wile wiu never arouse my jealousy." "No," said May simply,

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shall." So the first six months of their married life passed away and then Captain Ruthven began to perceive a change in his wife. It was so gradual thai he could hardly tell how if first began. She seemed quieter than ever she nad lost in some measure the frank open manner that had charmed him. Once or twice he saw her with a pained preoccupied look on her face, as though sne had some care or trouble of which ne knew nothing..

Ever since they had been in London he had spent some hours daily away from home. He had business to attend to commissions to execute for friends. Several times, when he returned earlier than he had intended, she seemed fluttered and agitated her face flushed, and she seemed more frightened than pleased at seeing him. Captain Ruthven was a jealous man, and he thought much of these little things.

One morning, after a wakeful and restless night, ne made up his mind to speak to his wife. She looked up at him with a bright smile as he entered the breakfast-room. She was arranging some spring flowers in the vases, ana she looked so bright and beautiful, so happy and loving, as she smiled at him, that the Captain's suspicions vanished into thin air. Still he had resolved to speak to her, and, both in small and great things, he was a man who rigidly adhered to his resolutions.

May," he 3aid, folding the little figure tenderly in his arms, "you have not seemed like yourself lately. I cannot tell how you have changed, but you seem changed to me. Are you not happy?" "Happy!" she repeated, looking up with eyes that told how much she loved him. "I never dreamed even of being as happy as I am now." "Then have you some secret you are hiding from me? Is there something in your life that I do not know of—something, pain or pleasure, in which I have no share?"

A crimson blush covered the face that she turned from him. and her lips trembled while she smiled. "You are growing jealous. Charley, she said lightly "and you know you promised'that should never be."

He let this equivocal answer pass, and he blamed himself afterwards that he did so. He felt vexed and disappointed. He was too proud to pursue the subject, and it ended there. But three minutes afterwardF May laid her beautiful hand upon his shoulder and whispered to him that he wa« foolish to be angry, for she loved him so dearly and then he felt happy again.

Three or four days after that, Mrs. Ruthven told her husband one morning that she was going out shopping. "Write one or two notes for me before you go," he said for the Captain had fallen into the idle way, so natural to some husbands, of never writing a letter himself, but always asking his wife to do it for him.

May consented, with a smile at his laziness. He watched her a3 she unlocked her desk and sat down to answer his letter. His eyes dwelt fondly on the sweet earnest face, the graceful figure, and the little white hands. He thought how beautiful she was. how dearly and truly he loved her, how different his life was, now that he called May Brooke wife!

He smiled when he saw how carefully she locked up the little desk. Then she kissed him and said "Good morning." She was going to buy some of the things she thought it time to prepare for taking to India.

For many long sad weeks Captain Ruthven remembered his wife's face as he saw it when she gaily bade him "Good morning."

He continued to read his newspaper for some time after she had gone, and then he remembered another alid most important letter that he had forgotten to mention to his wife.

Her desk was locked but he produced his own bunch of keys, ana found that one of them opened it. He took some paper, wrote his letter, and directed it, Tv't could not find any wax with which to seal the envelope. Another of Captain Rutliven's peculiarities was his want of faifh in adhesive envelopes— every letter he wrote must be sealed but in this case it seemed as though the wax were not forthcoming. lie turned over one paper after another hurriedly. for he could not bear delay, and in so doing his eyes fell upon a half-sheet of iie found himself paper covered with his wife's handwrit-i Square. Here was mg, the beautiful clear running band He would go away, he thought-awav that he had so often aumired. It was from London, where he had lived the life of a dupe and a fool, away to some place where the voice and the face of

but the half-sheet of what seemed to have been a letter torn hastily in two. At lirst he put it aside with the rest as though actuated by some sudden im-

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ulse, he turned to it again and read it

As lie did so, his face grew livid and terrible to behold, his lips white and rigid, and aflame of wrath pi earned in his eyes. Slowly he read it over and

May. until the end. Do not let me see you

wan ne nau ever iovea was raise, anl had never cared for him. He groaned aloud as these thoughts ran through his mind. He would far1 rather have seen her dead at his feet than have to live and scorn her. She was dead to him. Never should she deceive him with her sweet words and smiles again. Better the loneliness that shadowed his life than this false love. He could go back to India, and livealone.

Then his sejf-control gave way, and he laid his head down upon the table and wept like a child. He did not know how time passed, he never heard the hours chime. He was aroused by a light touch npon his shoulder, and a sweet voice said gaily— "Charley, you are asleep! You lazy boy, to wasie this bright morning so!"

He raised his head, and his wife's eyes fell upon his white haggard face and upon the sheet of paper that lay near him. The color left even her lips, and she clasped her hands together, as though she would plead to him for mercy. "1 es," he said' ^hoarsely, "you see I know it all but only from your own lips will I condemn you. JDid you write this?" ,,4 "Yes," she answered faintly.'v• "And you have knowingly, willingly, and wantonly deceived me?" "Yes. But, Charley "Hush," he said sternly—"not a word! Have you any explanation to

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ive could lessen the wrong you done?" "None." she answered, "save that I could not help it. Some day I meant to have told you all."

She did not speak angrily, but rather as one who quietly despaired. "And have you neither sorrow nor shame? Can you stand there and look at me and not feel that it would have been better for you to have died than have deceived me as you have done?" "Charley," she began, trembling, as she spoke but he interrupted her again. "I will not have you call me so!" he cried. "You are no wife-of mine! Only answer me one question. How long has this been going on? Speak truly." "Before! ever knew you," she sobbed —"more than three years." "You began young," he said, vrrth a bitter sneer. All the worst passions of his nature were aroused. He was mad with wounded love and jealousy. "Now listen to me. You thought you were doing a clever thing when you deceived me. You laughed in your sleeve to think what a tool and a dupe I was. From this moment you are nothing to me. The May Brooke I loved and wooed last summer is dead—or rather she has never lived at all. There can be no half measures for me. You have deceived me. From the very beginning you have wronged me with tne cruellest wrong, and I will never look upon your face again. This hour I will leave you. You snail never deceive me again." "But, Charley." she cried frantically, "I meant to tell you, darling: and I thought you would forgive me then!" "Men do not forgive that kind of thing," he said scornfully. "There need be no scene. If I remained with you, I must either love you or hate you. 'For my own sake I will not love you, for yours I will not hate—so I leave you. on have a comfortable home here remain in it you will not miss me. I can live.the rest ci my life .alone. At least, if I have been a fool, there was some excuse for my folly." "Charley," she cried, "you cannot leave me so! I will follow you. You must forgive me! Indeed—indeed I will never do it again!" "I should thinlt not." he said, with a short bitter laugh. "One such affair is quite enough for a lifetime. Don't repeat the mistake. Don't come near me! I will not forgive you—I cannot!"

So he passed out, and left her kneeling, her hands outstretched to him, her white imploring face covered with tears —out, he did not care whither—he was mad with the paili of his grief—anywhere where he might forget—where his past life might fall from him and be forgotten—anywhere inhere he might forget the beautiful false face of the woman who had deceived him.

The noise of the city surged in his ears people stood to gaze after him, and wondered at his wild and desperate looks. He had no plan for the future. The sky above his head seemed of blood red, the people who passed him by like unreal phantoms he walked on, longing only to escape.

It was the whistle of a locomotive that first brought him to a standstill. close to Euston a way of escape.

the woman he had loved could not follow liim. "Trains for Crewe, Chester," &c., were the first words that he saw, and he went into the booking-office to ask for a ticket for Crewe. Tne clerk who gave it to him wondered at his face the porters watched him curiously as lie

with that upon the envelope which hi- to see'tTiat all'was right Ife had^t wife had only a short lime before ail- one thought. lie was going to escape, dressed. They werp the same-no man The train began to move, but his in his senses could doubt it. -The words thoughts went with it. He had meant were not pleasant ones for a husband to to leave tlu behind: and here they read, for .aey ran as l°llows— Iwere, burning, vivid, scorching his no\v I am wrong writing one Iieart and lii's brain. The train flew mistake does not excuse another. Mine past quiet green fields and homesteads, has been L.ie mistake of a lifetime. I, yet everywhere in letters of lire he saw married without love, and 1 must en- again the fatal letter. dure the consequences of my own act He knew nothing of time or how it

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cannot and will not do wrong. Wrong the Xfornf itwould be to see you and listen to you comfig aroun'd him Md tfien^he (amU^ And those words were written by his! *\rche™f pa^^m^lp^im^hi'in^^n?ri own wife—the woman who had vowed HJM TTO to him that he was her "first, last, and 5^mpK?witS&i® on an ha S morning, a few hours since, had .laid Lha!.he

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her head upon his shoulder and said how dearly she loved himl He was a strong man: but his very heart sickened as he thought of her falsity, her deceit, the foul wrong she had done him, in marrving without love. Then he remembered her as he had seen her first, so sweet, so modest, so true he thought of the golden hour under the lime-trees, when he had asked her to be his wife, and she haa promised to be true to him until death. He could not realise the fact that this innocent child had played him false, had deceived him with the most cruel deceit H6r looks, her words, her love, had all been lies for she had written to this other one that she had married without love. All the fairy fabric of his happiness fell to the ground, all the hope and the love of his fife died in that hour. The onlv wo-

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months, and that he felt very ill, or how he suddenly fainted as he stood trying to speak as if nothing unusual had happened. Harry Archer, like the good Samaritan uat he was, helped to raise his old friend, and took him home in his carriage, and nursed him through a long illness that brought him to the brink of the grave.

It was long before he remembered all this, and then he was lying in a pretty little room in Harry's house, and Harry's wife was standing beside him, the tears shining in her bright eyes—she was so pleased to see him himself again.

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Abe Strause has gone to Hot Springs. Mrs. Wm. H. Payne spent thfe week in Paris.

Samuel Levy has been in Cincinnati! this week. Jabez Smith has rented Mrs. M. E. Payne's property.

Emma Schultz has obtained a divorce from Otto Schnltz. Mrs. Eliza Riley has moved to 220. south Eighth street.

Franklin Tucker died of pneumonia I on the 10 a?ed 78 years. Charles Glancer has applied for a divorce from Clara Glaacer.

George Brookerjhas been granted a divorce from Emma Brooker. Senator Voorhees bought twenty tickets for Miss McEwan's concert.

Frank Pratt is erecting a handstme monument for Mrs. Harriet Cook. Col. R. G. Hervey has remcved liis household furniture to Maitland, Canada.

Misa Lizzie Cochran, a sister of Mrs. Lee Hirsch, died at Cincinnati on the 20th.

Mrs. J. W. Lee, who has been visiting here, returned to Greencastle on the 20th.

Mrs. Rachel Sankey died at her residence in Riley township on the 17, aged 72 years.

E. S. Ernev accidentally fell against a stove a few'nights since and severely burned his leg.

Judge James Pierce has been in Vincennes this week, where he has been engaged in a large land suit.

Prof. Herman Leibing was presented this week with a gold headed cane by the Concordia singing society.

The net proceeds of the St. Joseph's fair that was held at DowliDg's Hall last week anl amounted to, $1,804 60.

pian society was held at I aris this week sen 1 thepumhaserour written guarantee to A number of Terre Haute physicians fund the money if the treatment does not eSn lter.deil. fccure. Guarantees iBsufeil or.ly by

Prof. Burt, leader of the Apollo band, j. has rented a house on south Thirteenth street, and will soon brin? his family'

here from Iowa Mrs. Alice A. Crawford, wife of the late Witcius Crawford, died of oonsump t'on near Rossville, Clinton, Ind., on the 19: aged 30 years.

Miss Minui? Franc, is visiting in Lafayette. She expects soon to go to Europe and remain a year to prepare herself for the operatic stage.

Os*ell G. Wheeler and family are at the Terre Haute House. Mr. Wheeler has been for several years in the West tilling the position of Indian agent.

The Deeds Nut Lock company was reorganized this week, with Wm, Mack being elected president, D. W, Miashall, treasurer, and H. B. Jones secretary.

The Terre Haute Stone Works company has been awarded the contract for the entire work on the Vigo County court house. The total amount of the bids made by this company amount to $284,666.

The following marriage licenses have been issued this week. Alfred A. Knapp and Emma Stubbs.

Johu J, Trump and Minerva Cottrell. Lafayette Huug and Margare J. Griffin.

Oswald D. Bell and Mary c. Alvey.

A LATER report states that Mr. Mack imith whose injuries near Trenton, Mo., in a railroad wreck have been partially reported ia these columns, was only Daily bruised as was also his son. Mrs. Smith was seriously injured internally but it is thought she will recover. The wreck was caused by a broken wheel and occurred fourteen miles west of Trenton, Mo. Mr. Smith Las written the particulars to Mr. A- B. Salsicli, the grand iecorder of his orcer.

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Cor'aerTnlncentli And V!aln street*

JtafeUIT B'JSGY OOSSiPAW

Wholesale Carriage Manufacturer®, STATKaml «Otli ST CHICAGO, rLI. Retailers at low nrlcea. Second largest bnildeff of first-class buggies iu tho world. The Timkec Sprint a specialty, the only oaay riding side bat made. We ma. every variety of one and twi seated open and top bugeies and carriages. No 'nins but the ftncBt material r,Bod: fnt together IK ihe beet possible manner finishedand trimmediU prices to suit customers. Our faculties aro snot! that it ii impossible for anyone to compete wttfc na on our o^ ground for eanallv jod wcrk.

GOLD MLDJ.\ P-UBIS, IV BAB JJR'S

Breads} (te

Warranted

Tzg 'SLS5 fc CO., DorcMir, Mi

nbsoluttlj/ pur*

Cocoat

from whkk the er.ccse it

Oil haa been

removod.

lthca(/tre

'"times the strength

of Cocoa uixec

•with Starch, Arrowroot

01 Bugs.,

and

i* «reforp far more ecoaoir 'caJ 'a dc-liciuui, n'nriahin, strengthening, easily dl^-nted, at ''admirably adapted for invalids •"well as lor persons in health

Sold by Grocers ercrywhen |g

This porous piaster is

in holy man's family. Nice holy man. ^b"?lntcly Naughty wicked girl. Don't put this in Sr&s'^h^JSh the paper. Of course not.

can* iwi—mn

HOP

PLASTER

and

ex-

toads. Itipmrbwndartnlln oui^lkiMNrtM

sCher plasters rim ply relieve. Crick in tfee

THE B«lle of Fountain &nd the Bel— P^N IS TH# SID6 W MC JOINTIMD MVDML grade are doing a fine business just now. .1 Affections Of tilOHMit IBdIiTBf.A&dlflDllMOfielMl Capt. Tmdolph proposes giving the tor- In »kjpart ourod instantly by the

mer anew name, and it has been sug- A B* gested that a popular young lady of this CM city should be recognized.—[Yincennes

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BTFW eonsttpatfoa, leas of appetite aad diseasesof the

herself take Hmwtoyl Btomarti aad LItbt PUh. Ccenta.

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