W teHan
i
A Tale of the Early Settlers:
of Louisiana.
BY AUSTIN C. BURDICK g
CIIAPTKR VI.
The two companions walked on for
ome distance without speaking, for they
both had plenty to think of, and each
seemed to have thought! which he wish
ed to keep from the other. Ooupart
was the first to break the silence.
"Louis," he asked, in a half careless
tone, "does Simon Lobois luve your sis
ter?" Louis fairly started at the strange
question, and after regarding his com
panion for a moment, as if to assure
himself that he had heard aright, he re
plied: "Love her? Simon live Louise? What
do you mean?"
"1 mean what I ask. Has Simon Lo
bois ever thought of marrying with
Louise?"
"Why, what a question! Are your wits
turned? But why do you ask?"
"Simply because I I wished te know."
"Ila! Uoupart, you suspect something.
Now, out with it. If you love me, tell
me all. Am I not right?"
"I cannot say that I really suspect,
Louis, but I cun see some small straws
in the wind, and I should like to liud
which way they lie."
"Go ahead. Speak on."
"Then listen, Louis. You heard the
answer that red villain made when .you
asked him who sent him to kill us? He
said they did hot mean to kill you. Do
you believe he spoke the truth then?"
"Yes, Goup; they meant to kill one of
ns, and only one. The arrow that came
near your head was meant for you, only
you must have moved after the shaft
atarted. Had they meant death for both
of us, we should hardly have known
what killed us, for then they would have
been at home in their work. When we
started up, they could not well shoot you
without endangering my life, and thus
itlOV flrlt hnthftPnil Tluiv wnra mtutalr.kti
In their estimate of my character, for
they really believed, when they drew
their tomahawks, and commenced their
death-howl and dunce, that we should be
frightened out of our wits."
"They were mistaken, in truth," return
ed Uoupart. And then,' in a changed
tone, he added, "But you see they meant
to kill me, and only capture you. Now,
what does it mean? Can you inform me
rot any possible pin whereon to hung a
thought?"
For some distance Louis walked
. thoughtfully on, and when he spoke, his
voice was very low and distinct.
"You asked me if Simon Lobois loved
v my sister? Hud you any reason for sus
pecting such a thing?"
It was now Uoupart's turn to hesitate,
rbut It was not for a long time.
"I have reason to believe that he hates
me. Now, why should he be so? While
I knew him in France, we were on the
most friendly terms. To bo sure, I used
to beat him at the pistol, but then he
more than made up for it In the sworil
play. But we were the best friends Im
aginable. Now, however, he hates or
fears me, and the more he tries to hido
it, the more plainly can I see it. Now,
whence comes it, if not from his fear of
losing Louise?"
"Uoupart, there's a show of substance
there! Yet I never thought that Simon
was a man to love deeply."
"To love what?"
"Why any female."
"Ah," returned Uoupart, "he may have
a strong affection, however, for some
' thousand pieces of hard, yellow gold.
The dying man suld, if you remember,
that there was a strange bird in the
eagle's nest!"
"Yes yes."
"1 might have feared that suspicion
would fall on me, had not I been one of
the Intended victims. But tell mo, Louis,
what you think of it."
"1 know not what to think now! But
you have touched a strange point. We
will watch Simou Lobois when we reach
home."
"Wo will," uttered Goupart, eagerly.
"We will watch him."
"Ay," resumed Louis, upon whoso
mind the startling suspicion seemed to
work now, "we will work it so that we
will come upon him suddenly; and while
wo tell of our adventure, wo will note
his face. I hare loved that man in days
gone by, for he has been faithful to iw,
.yet I have found him growing somewhat
utrango of late. Ha! what's that?
Louise, as I'm a sinner! Goup, I'll ask
her a tiuestlon now, ero we reach the
house!"
The two hunters had now reached the
field next to the dwelling, ! they saw
Louise, accompanied by Tony and one
female slave, coming to meet them. As
noon us the first merry greetings were
over, aud Tony had taken the venison,
Louis drew his sister aside.
"lionise," he said, assuming a smile,
though he felt it not, "I know you will
pardon mo If I ask you a very foolish
question, but yet I hope you will answer
me truly. Has Simon 1a1oIs ever said
anything to you whereby you could sus
pect that he wished to possess you for
his?"
"Why, Louis, what has put such a
thing Into your head?" uttered the beau
tlful girl, looking her brother in the face
with a smiling expression.
"The thought has come to me, and It Is
. really for my Interest to know. Now tell
me if he has ever let drop any word to
that effect."
"Keally, Ixmls, I ought not to"
"Aha! you've exposed yourself. Now
out with it."
"Well, then, he has."
"I thought so." ;
"I told him I should fear he was craiy
it he ever spoke so again,"
"Then he spoke plainly he "
"III tell you, Louis. Ho swore lie
should die if I did not wed him; and I
laughed at him, and told him he was
rrasy. I never dreamed of such a thiug
before."
"And when was this?"
"On the very next night after Goupart's
arrival."
Shortly after this the brother and sis
ter allowed St. Denis to rejoin them,
and Louis was not long In uiaklug him
understand the truth. They took the
way around back of the barn, so that no
one could see them from the house until
they arrived, and thus tbey entered by
the postern; and when they reached the
hall, Louis just caught a sight of Lobois
standing npon the piazza, and looking
earnestly off in the direction of the river
path. The youth bade Uoupart remain
liehlnd, and then he walked out upon the
piazza. Lobois started when he saw
him.
'Ah, safe back!" uttered Simon.
"Where's St. Denis?"
"Alas, I fear he's a prisoner!" return
ed Iouis, sadly.
"A prisoner! How?" articulated i-
mon. And as he spoke, the youth looked
in vain for the first expression of sor
row. 'Why. I left him just now with Louise,
and upon my soul, I think the poor fel
low's captivated! But what's the mat
ter, Simon?"
'Nothing nothing: only yon startled
me somewhat when you said St. Denis
was a prisoner, for I knew not but tliat
Borne roving band of Indians might have
fallen upon you. Jesting upon such mat
ters is rather out of place." And with
this Simon Lobois walked away.
Aha, Simon Lobois!" muttered Louis,
to himself, after the man had gone, "you
were startled in the wrong place. 'Twas
the truth that startlod you, and not the
jest!"
Lobois did not show much of his real
feelings when he sat down to the table,
for be came in smiling to the supper
room, and hardly had he taken his seat
ere ho turned to Goupart and said:
St. Denis, master Louis came nign
frightening me a short time since. He
told me you were a prisoner, and, for the
moment, I feared you had really fallen
into the hands of the Indians."
"Well," returned Goupart, "we both
of us came within an ace of it; so Louis
had some foundation for his report."
"How? What?" uttered the marquis.
"Did ye meet with any danger?"
"Only six Btout Indians, who tried to
kill Goupart, and take mo prisoner," re
turned Louis.
Simon Lobois did not appear surprised,
but he trembled, and the color forsook
his cheeks. Sharp eyes were watching
him. Louise looked up with a startled,
Incredulous expression, while the old man
made three ineffectual attempts to ask a
question. , But Louis relieved him by
commencing with the first sight of the
deer, and ending with the death of the
fellow who died by the tree.
"They wero Natchez," said the mar
quis, breathlessly.
'No. They were Chickasaws all of
them."
For the next few moments, various
were the questions asked and answered,
and the old man seemed about equally
balanced between astonishment and pride
in his brave boy.
"But what could it mean? nttered 81-
mnn, who felt it necessary to say some
thing. "Ay, what could It?" repeated Louise,
trembling with npprehension, but very
strangely indeed, looking oftener and
longer upon Goupart than upon Louis.
"Yes that's it!" cried the old man.
"What could they mean?"
"Why." returned Louis, "I can Imag
ine but one cause. They know your
wealth, father, and they must have hop
ed that if they could secure mo, they
would have received a great ransom for
nie. They probably sow that Goupart
was n stranger, and so they meant to
put him out of the way, in order that ho
might not exposo them."
Simon breathed very freely now; and
the marquis looked upon this as a very
probable 'explanation of the mystery.
After supper, Louis and Uoupart em
braced the first opportunity to bo alouo
together.
'What think you now?' asked Uou-
pnrt.
'O, Goupart, I know not what to thlnu:
I cannot- believe it possible that Simon
would do such n thing, and yet things
look dark against him. He has asked
Louise for her hand asked hor earnest
ly nnd perseveringly."
"And she what was her answer f
"Whv, as yon may suppose, sho laugh
ed at his folly."
"Then I fear he is at the bottom or
this. But let us watch him. We will
keep our suspicions a serret for a while
at least, and while we exercise tuo ut
most care for ourselves, wo will watch
him also."
"You are right, Goupart. I will only
make one confidant, and that shall lie old
Tony. He is a keen, quick-witted fel
low, aud I cannot only trust him, but I
can depend much upon his sagacity. He
has been with my father ever since I
was born, as you know. Ho was one of
the poor fellows who wero taken from
the wreck of the slaver at the Cape do
Venles, and he went to France with my
father from choice. He alone shall help
us now."
And thus tho matter was left for the
present.
CHArTKK Vlf.
Another week passed away, and noth
ing further occurred to mar the pleas
ures: of the young people at the chateau.
Of Course, a durk suspicion sometimes
threw a cloud over their souls, but then
they saw nothing new to worry them,
and they had begun to hope that, after
all, their duager had Its rise in the cu
pidity of the Chickasaws. And during
this week, too, Simon Lobois nud been
more sociable aud agreeable than before,
and perhaps he was not an evil man at
all. At any rate, they tried to hope s.
Tony had seen nothing yet, though he al
ways shook his head very dubiously
when the dark cousiu s namo was men'
tinned.
It was a pleasant afternoon, and Gou-
part had wandered off to where some
beautiful wild flowers were just peeping
Into blossom down by the river's bank
in tho front gardca. But he was not
alone. Louiso was with him. He had
not asked her to come with him, nor had
she asked him where he was going. They
walked on nud came to 'a seat where a
huge grapevine had been trailed up over
aud about it. They stopped hero and
sat down. Tho sun was already nearing
the distant tree tops, and the air was
soft and balmy.
"Louise," spoko the young man, at
length, and his voice was very low and
tremulous, "do you remember the great
garden back of the old chateau in Cler
mont?"
"O, yes; I remember it well," returned
the maiden, with a sparkling eye.
"And do you remember how we used
to go out there aud pick Bowers, and
how you used to weave long garlands
with your tiny fingers, and throw them
over my head?
"Yes, Goupart; t remember very well."
"Ah, those were happy times, Louise!"
"Yes yes. And yet, in all, they were
no happier than we find them here now.
for my father was not happy there.
I know I know. And, after all, what
is happiness, but the offspring of con
tent? Those were happy hours there in
the old garden at Clermont, and I have
seen some happy ones here."
'O and we II see a great many more.
'I hope so I believe so. But tell me,
Louise, do you remember how we used
to laugh and talk there, in that old gar
den, and in the old chateau, and how
you used to plague and pester me?"
'les. I remember very well. And
how well you used to bear it!"
And do you remember how you used
to pinch my cheek, and box my ears?"
"les."
"And why was it? Why did you de
those things?"
"Because because you used to pes
ter me."
"How did I pester you? Come now
tell me." And as Goupart thus spoke,
be reached out and took the fair girl's
hand.
But she made no reply. Her eyes were
bent upon the ground, and the warm,
rich blood mounted to her cheeks and
temples.
"If you will not tell me, may I tell
you?" whispered the young man, tremu
lously. "But I may have forgotten what you
mean, said LKuise, casting a rumve
glance tip into her companion's face, but
dropping her eyes again when she found
how eagerly his gaze was fastened upon
her. "You used to pester me in many
ways.
"Yet I can remember of but one. Shall
I speak it?"
"Certainly you may speak.
"Then 'twas for calling you my little
wife thut you used to do these things.
And more, too; you used to assure me
that when you became my wife in earn
est, you should be strong enough to pinch
and box me as I deserved. Don't you
remember?"
'But but I was a child then," mur
mured Louise, trembling.
'Ay and we were both children, iou
were then a laughing, buoyant gir! of
ten, and I a wild youth of seventeen.
Those were times when the heart Hid
uoue of its emotions. ,Ah, Louise, many
a time since then have I looked back
upon those hours, and tried to analyze
the emotions that moved me then. It
seemed strange that I should have then
taken an image upon my heart that tne
hand of time could never efface and
that. too. the image of a mere child. But
do you remember when the pninter, Vivi
an!, came to the old chateau, ana l mrea
him to paint your miniature on ivory?"
'Yes," murmured Louise, now looting
up.
St. Denis opened his vest, and from
beneath it he drew a golden locket that
opened by means of a spring. He press
ed It, and the case separated, revealing
a sweet face a childlike countenance,
yet full of soul and life. The golden
hair hung in wild profusion about tho
dimpled cheeks, and a beaming smile
dwelt in tho deep blue eyes, and upon
the parting lips.
'Do you know whom that was taKen
for?" Goupart whispered.
"O. .ves 'tis me; 'tis mine. I remem
ber it well. O, how like Louis it looks!"
"Becnuse it looks even now liKe you.
But listen, Louise. Seven years yes,
eight years I have owned this sweet
transcript, and not for one moment, dur
ing all that time, has it left my poBses-
. . ..1 4-
Sinn. isever nave my ejes cioueu i
sleeD but it has rested upon my bosom,
ami never a waking hour but I have worn
It next my heart. Think you I have
forirotten the Bweet love of my boynood I
Gradually the fair girl s head sank upon
her companion's bosom, and when she
looked up nguin, her eyes were filled with
tears.
(To be continued.)
Brinsrtiin Uim to Terms.
'I would like to have your photo
graph for an urtlclo to be published In
our Sunday paper," snld the represen
tative of the sensational Journal."
'Couldn't think of it," snld tho man
whose sudden fume was due to the
fact that his son hnd eloped with a
variety acrcss. "I have no desire for
notoriety."
"Of course," was the reply, "if you
prefer to' have nie sketch you from
memory after I get back to the of
fice "
"Take It!" cried the man, hastily ton
Uering the photograph. "I've Been
some of those memory sketches." Chi
cago Evening Post.
I.onktnc Forward.
Old Gotrox So you want to marry
my daughter, eh? What are your fi
nancial prospects?
Ybung Brokelelgh First-rate, thank
you especially if I succeed in getting
the position I am after.
Old Gotrox And what, may I In
quire, Is the position you speak of?
Young Brokelelgh That of son-in-law
to your daughter's father.
Iilatrnatful.
Stlckney I don't trust that new book
keeper. Plckney Leave your umbrella
whore he can got It; then If he steals
your umbrella you'll know he Is a
thief.
Stlckney Good scheme! Er do you
mind stepping out a moment while I
put the umbrella Into position? Ohio
State Journal.
Wine Bpronteil.
'Mamma," asked little Nellie, "what
Is au angel?"
"An angel? Well, an angel Is a beau
tiful young girl that iiios."
"But, mamma, why does papa al
ways call my nursle an angel?"
"Hum," responded the mother, after
a moment of thought. "Your nursle la
going to fly Immediately." Kansas
City Star.
A Hcdaninc.
Resident Think of opening nn office
in this neighborhood, eh? Seems to nia
you are rather young for a family phy
sician. Young Doctor Y-e-s, but er I shall
only doctor children at first. New York
Weekly.
There la a great difference between
being buoyant and flamboyant
tt 1113 H 1 I H H-H
OLD
FAVORITES
Out of tbe Old House, Nancy.
Out of the old house, Nancy moved up
into the new,
All tbe hurry and worry is just as good
8B through.
Only a bounden duty remains for you
and I
And that's to stand on the doorstep here,
and bid the old house good by.
Probably yon remember how rich we was
that night,
When we was fairly settled, an had
things snug and tight:
We feel as proud as you please, Nancy,
over our house that s new.
But we felt as proud under this old roof,
and a good deal prouder, too.
Never a handsomer bouse was seen be
neath the sun;
Kitchen and parlor and bedroom we
had 'em all in one;
And the fat old wooden clock, that we
bought when we came West,
Was tickin' away in the corner there,
and doin' its level best
Trees was all around as, a-whisperin'
.cheenn words;
Loud as the squirrel's chatter, and sweet
the songs of birds;
And home grew sweeter and brighter
our courage began to mount
And things looked hearty and happy
then, and work appeared to count.
Then our first-born baby a regular lit
tle joy,
Though I fretted a little because it
wasn't a boy;
Wa'n't she a little flirt, though, with all
her pouts and smiles?
Why, settlers come to see that show a
half a dozen miles.
Yonder sat the cradle a homely, home
made thing
And many a night I rocked it, provldin'
you would sing;
And many a little squatter brought tip
with us to stay
And so that cradle, for many a year, was
never put away.
Yes, a deal has happened to make this
old house dear;
Christenin's, funerals, weddin's what
haven't we had here?
Not a log In this buildin' but its memo
ries has got,
And not a nail in this old floor but
touches a tender spot.
Out of the old honse, Nancy moved up
into the new;
All the hurry and worry Is just as good
as through;
But I tell you a thing right here, that I
ain't ashamed to say, .
There's precious things In this old house
we never can take away.
Will Carleton.
THEN JIM SON WENT TO BED.
Just Because He Had No Words to Fit
tlmclr Kxpresa Hia Keelina.
Young Jlmson and bis wife went out
to the country the other Saturday, tell
ing the domestic that they would
spend the night at Jlmson's brother's.
Arriving there, they found that Jlm
son's brother's famlly-ln-law had de
scended upon him from all parts and
In legions, so that there was not even
a mantel-piece to sleep on; so after
dinner they came home. '
"Please give me the key," said Jlm
son, at the top of the fifth flight. "Of
course Katie Is out"
"Jlmmle, I gave you the key this
morning, and told you particularly not
to lose it"
"Yes," said Jlmson, "and called me
back when I was halfway down stairs
and took it back. Where is It?"
"On the bureau, of course," said
Mrs. Jlmson cheerily. "Isn't It nice
that I remember where it Is. I can
Just see where I put it"
"If you had an X-ray to put through
an X-ray door, as well as X-ray eyes,"
said Jlmson, with gloom, "It might be
better. Can your Roentgen mind sug
gest any method of getting Into our
peaceful home?"
"I' have It!" cried Mrs. Jlmson, clap
ping her hands. "You know the Smalls
have just gone out of the opposite
apartment! Well, you go through
there and out on their fire escape to
ours, and then open the kitchen win
dow." "Yes," said Jlmson, "that's nice. Ka
tie always locks and bars the window
when I have no key, and leaves It
wide open when I have mine and yours
and hers and two or three spare ones.
Oh, yes, that's a fine scheme."
"Now. don't get sarcastic. All you've
got to do Is to take my diamond ring
and cut out a little square In tbe glass
to put your- hand through and then
unlock me caicn.
"Your what ring?" retorted Jlmson.
"Do you think that glass can be cut
with glass such as
"It's the engagement ring you gave
me," said Mrs. Jlmson mildly.
"That's It," replied Jlmson, "Inter
rupting again. If you had let me fin
ish I was going to say that I wouldn't
spoil a fine diamond by trying to cut
common or garden glass with It You
annoy me terribly sometimes, Mrs.
Jlmson."
Mrs. Jlmson remained discreetly si
lent for a few moments while Jlmson
glowered at the door.
"You might break the glass, you
know," she finally hinted.
Jlmson departed grimly, and soon the
sound of smashing glass echoed by all
the cats in the neighborhood was
heard. He turned the catch, opened
the window and walked down the hall
wiping with a dlshclojh the blood off
his hand, which he had cut, and found
his wife cheerfully lighting the gas.
"I beat you! I beat you!" she ex
claimed, gleefully.
"How did you get In?" demanded
Jinison hoarsely.
"Why Just after you left to break in
the window I remembered I had told
Katie to leave the door unlatched for
Just such an emergency, and I thought
It would be such fun to surprise you.
I beat you In! I beat you In!"
Jlmson went to bed New York
Evening Post.
THE PC-T'S LITTLE JCKE
Be Handily Outwitted the Tricky
Oriental Monarch.
An Arab king, whose name Is not re
corded, bad the faculty of retaining in
his memory any poem which be had
once heard. He had, too, a mameluke
who could repeat a poem that ha bad
twice heard, and a female slave who
could repeat one that she hod heard
thrice. Whenever a poet came to com
pliment the king with an ode, the king
would promise him that If he found his
verses to be his original composition,
be would give him a sum of money
equal In weight to what they were
written upon.
The poet, delighted, would recite his
ode; and the king would say, "It is not
new, for I have known it some years."
Then he would repeat it as he had
heard it. After that he would add.
'An this mameluke also remembers
It;" and the mameluke would repeat
It To make the proof seem plainer
still the king would then say to the
poet "I have also a female slave who
can repeat It," and on his ordering her
to do so she would repeat what she
had thus thrice heard; so the poet
would go empty-handed away. Dr.
E. W. Lane, in "Arabian Society In
the Middle Ages," gives the story of a
poet who outwitted this king:
The famous poet, El-Asmal, having
heard of this proceeding, and guessing
the trick, composed an ode made up of
very difficult words, and disguising
himself, went to the palace and pre
sented himself.
He repeated his ode. The king, per
plexed and unable to remember any of
It, made a sign to the mameluke, but
he had, too, retained nothing. Then
he called the female' slave, but she also
was unable to repeat a word.
"O brother of the Arabs," said the
king, "thou hast spoken truth, and tbe
ode Is thine without doubt Produce,
therefore, what it Is written upon, and
we wll give thee Its weight in mon
ey, as we have promised."
"Wilt thou," said the poet, 'send one
of the attendants to carry It?"
"To carry what?" asked the king.
"Is it not upon a paper here in thy
possession?"
'No, my lord the Sultan," replied the
poet. "At the time I composed it there
was not a piece of paper near me
upon which to write it, but only a
fragment of a marble column; so I en
graved It upon this, and It lies In the
court of the palace."
He had brought It, wrapped up, on
the back of a camel. The king, to ful
fill bis promise, was obliged to make a
heavy drain upon his treasury; and to
prevent a repetition of the experience.
In future rewarded his poets more
Justly.
Perishable Goods.
In a Vermont village there lives a
young man who has reached the age
of 24 with no apparent thought of tak
ing to himself a wife, although all bis
companions have either "settled" or
left the place. He Is regarded by the
entire community as a confirmed bach
elor. His mother looks upon bis state
with a sadness which has afforded
more or less amusement to her summer
boarders.
"There's one of his last pictures,"
sal'd the mother, displaying a photo
graph on a small card. "It's a good
likeness, ain't It? Getting kind o'
drawed round the mouth, same as his
pa. he is. I said to him that I'd been
wanting he should have a dozen taken
so I could give 'em round to his
friends young ladles for sometimes a
picture standing on a bureau, facing
right to you every morning, will start
a kind . of affectionate feeling. I've
been waiting In the hopes he'd think
of it himself, but when I saw this
spring that he was beginning to fade
and show his age, I took matters right
Into my own hands, and marched him
to the photographer quick as I could.
I only hope some good may come of
It"
Wash the Bank Notes.
"If the bankers of the country only
knew the great difference a little soap
and water makes In a dirty bank note
there would be more clean money In
circulation," said a treasury official
while be was talking with friends one
day last week. "If you have never
seen the operation, Just spread a soil
ed note out upon a marble slab and
use a small brush that has been well
soaped and go to work scrubbing,
lightly of course. But a few strokes Is
necessary to secure a clean note. I
give my personal attention to all the
paper money brought Into my house
hold, and I tell you I feel repaid for
the little work It causes.
"I can see every reason why there
should be a person employed In the
banking houses for this particular
duty," continued the official, according
to tne ?ew lork Mall and Express
"Certainly the neglect in doing so gives
ample cause for complaints from the
patrons concerning the dirty, oily
notes that are too frequently handed
to them. They may be full of germs
which, of course, are dangerous; and
this risk could be easily eliminated by
xne simple use or soap ana water."
A Necessary EvlL
"My dear sir," said the nhvsicinn
"you should take something for your
liver." -"Impossible,
doctor: it would min
my business I'm a book reviewer!"
Atlanta Constitution,
BIO PIANO BARGAINS.
Qrtat Accumulation of Second Hand and
Slightly Used Pianos and Organs
Being Disposed of by Eller Piano
House for Almost Nothing.
This is an extraordinary opportunity.
Tbe varitey of makes is immense.
Uprights and squares, the finest pianos
made, many but Bligbtly used, that
have been turned in to us as part pay
ment on new instruments. Every one
thoroughly renovated and in perfect
condition. As a result of our immense
holiday and club sales, the accomula
tion has become so great we must dis
pose of them to make room for the large
shipments of new pianos now coming
in. It is cheaper to sell the old instru
ments at a sacrifice than pay rental for
additional warehouse room. We are
therefore making prices that will prove
a Bnap to any one who wants a standard
piano for their children to learn to
play on. Every one will be found in
perfect tune and beautiful in appear
ance, having been thoroughly polished
and restored.
Pianos.
Emerson, upright, in very handsome
case, slightly used, but practically new,
$125.00; Fisher upright, in perfect
condition, $150.00; Ludwig, in ex
cellent tone, $165.00; A. B. Chase,
$246.00; Singer, in perfect condition,
$195.00; Stienways for $265.00, $90.00
and $72.00, according to ag-a and con
dition, but all in good order; Brakett,
$75.00: Hardmab, $78.00; McCam
mon, $54.00; Marrhall & Traver, fine
action, $60.00 ; Hallett & Davis. $ 5.00 ;
Kranich & Bach, $95.00; Marshall &
Wendell, $68.00; Gale, a fine little
instrument, $25.P0; Ernest Gabler,
$92.00; Emerson, $65.00; Mixsell,
$80.00; Marshall & Wendell, $57.00;
J. P. Hale. $88.00. Terms $10.00 to
$15.00 dowr, iiid monthly payments
$4.00 and $5.00.
Organ.
Chicago Cottage, aa good as new,
$34.00; one handsome Mason & Ham
lin, with large mirror and big htop,
far $59.00; one of the celebrated A. H.
Whitneys, $41.00; fancy cased Pack
a J, $43. M; Crown, guaranteed for 10
years, $52 00; the great Western Cot
tage, $45.00; Smith-American, very fine,
$28.00; another Kimball, used two
years, $49.00; an Etey, good as new,
$42.00. The payments on these organs
are only $5.00 down and $8.00 a
month.
These are only partial lists. If you
are interested in securing one of these
bargains write us for complete list and
any further particulars you may desire.
The opportunity is a rare one, you are
certain to get much more out of any
one of these pianos than the price would
indicate. - The finest, of course, will
$o first, so if you want to get the best
in this sale, you will need to see or
write us at once. Eilers Piano House,
the great Western piano dealers, Wash
ington street, corner Park, Portland,
Oregon. Other large houses San Fran
cisco, Spokane and Sacramento.
And One of Them Went Wrong.
Adam was lucky ' in another way.
He had no friends to come around
telling him how he ought to bring up
his boys. Chicago Record Herald.
Salted Bathers.
Bathers in the Dead sea on leaving
tbe water have their skin instantly
covered with a thin layer of salt.
;The Art of Canning Fruit.
The art of canning fruit in large
quantities has reached a , stage little
dreamed of by our grandparents 25 and
60 years ago. The best example of
this advance is found in the Monopole
brand of fruits and vegetables. The
fruits are delicious and sweet and re
tain all their natural flavor. The vege
tables taste almost exactly as though
they were direct from the garden.
Theyyare packed under a beautiful blue
label. First class dealers handle them.
Wadbams & Kerr Bros., Portland.
A Smitten Conscience.
Dr. Fourthly I believe mv sermon
on sincerity this morning sank deep
into some hearts and did good.
Parishioner Yes; as Foley and hia
wife went home he explained to peo
ple on the street car that his wife's
hair and teeth were false.
Fainting.
When a person faints, place in a flat
position and apply camphor or ammo-1
nia to nostrils and loosen clothing.
ABSOLUTE
SECURITY.
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