A CASE OF PLAGIARISM.
The young couple stood on the bank
opposite the Gadfly contemplating'
that small house boat with something1
less than a feeling of ownership lhan
they had hitherto experienced. A fiery
little steamer went up the river, and
the waves, taking advantage of the
confusion, ran and kissed the green
bank and were off again before the
green bank had time to protest. From
the top deck of the Gadfly came a song
to the ears ox Mr. Stewart, of Throg
morton street, and of young Mrs.
Stewart, that they were beginning to
know quite well, albeit Miss Uagge,
the singer, had only been there since
the morning. Miss Bagge accom
panied herself on the banjo, and ac
companied herself all wrong:
" I'm a little Alabarmer coon,
An't been born very long."
"I wonder," said little Mrs. Stewart
"I wonder, now, how many more
times she's going to play that?"
"My dear love," said Mr. Stewart,
sitting down on the bank.
"Don't call me your dear love,
Henry, until that dreadful girl has
gone."
"My dear Mrs. Stewart, what can I
do? I can't treat her as we brokers
treat a stranger who happens to stroll
into the house, can 1? You wouldn't
care for me to catch hold of her and
mash her hat in and hustle her out of
the place."
"I shouldn't. All you have to do is
to be distant with her."
"One can't be very distant on a small
houseboat."
"I believe you like Miss Bagge still,"
said Mrs. Stewart.
"1 don't mind her when she's still,"
said Mr. Stewart. "It's when she
bobs about and plays that banjo of
hers that she makes me hot."
The shrill voice came across the
stream:
"Hush a-bye, don't you cry, mammy's little
darling:
Papa's gwine to smack you If you do."
"Boat ahoy," called Stewart.
The boy on the Gadfly came up from
somewhere and pulled over to them,
and conveyed them to the houseboat.
Miss Bagge, looking down from be
tween the Chinese lanterns, gave a lit
tle shriek of delight as their boat
bumped at the side of the Gadfly.
"Oh, you newly-married people." she
cried, archly, as she bunched up her
skirts andearae skittishly down the
steps; "where have yon been? Leaving
poor little me alone with my music for
such a time."
"Did you say music. Miss Bagire?"
"Yes. dear Mrs. Stewart. My banjo,
you know."
"Oh:" said little Mrs. Stewart.
"Afraid you don't like plantation
melodies, Mrs. Stewart."
"I used to think 1 did. Miss Bagge."
Stewart had gone along to get some
thing iced to dri;ik and sometiiiug in
the shape of a cigar to smoke.
"IIow things change. Mrs. Stewart,
don't they? I'm sure it doesn't seem
six years ago hem Mr. Stewart and
I and ma and two or three oilier. esnio
up to Marlow. I think that was long
before your day, before you came over
from Melbourne, and we did really
have the most exquisite time."
"Hae you looked through the even
ing paper. Miss Bagge?" inter
rupted little Mrs. Stewart, hurriedly.
"Oh, yes, dear. I've looked through
it twice. One or two most interesting
cases."
"Where did you put it? I want to
see what O'Brien has done for Middle
sex." "I've dropped it somewhere," said
Miss Bagge. "Could the boy go up
for my trunk before it gets dark? I
left it at the station, and I shall have
some more things down next week."
"Xext week:"
Miss Bagge pui her hand to her
brown thin neck and gave a cough of
apology.
"If I stay longer I shall have to run
up to town one day to do some shop
ping." There was a pause. The rings of
smoke from 'Stewart's cigar at the
other end of the boat floats 1 down by
them. The boy below broke" a few
plates and danccu a few steps of a.
breakdown to cover the noise.
"Dear Henry! " How the scent of his
cigar does remind me of old timet.! I
remember so well that night at Mar
low "
"Miss Bagge, will you go and play
something?"
Miss Bagge went obediently and
strummed her banjo, and mentioned
once more that she was a little Ala
bama coon, and young Mrs. Stewart
ran hurriedly to her husband.
"I'm going to quarrel with her," she
(aid. breathlessly.
"That's right." said nenry, calmly;
"anj-thing to stop that row."
"I'm going to ask her to go back to
town to-night, Henry."
"But. my dear, isn't that rather
ruder'
"Of course it is. That's why I am
doing it. You'll have to see her to the
station."
The private row was quickly and
quietly over. When the last word had
been spoken the self-invited guest
begged ten minutes to write a letter,
and then she pronounced herself ready
for Stewart's escort to the station.
"Sorry you are obliged to go, Miss
Bagge," said Stewart politely.
"It's an important engagement,"
said Miss Bagge, trembling, "or I
would have stayed. Good-by, dear
Mrs. Stewart. I dare say we shall
meet again soon."
Now an odd thing happened. As
Stewart handed his charge into the
boat a letter fell from her pocket on
the deck of the Gadfly. Mrs. Stewart,
in her usual good temper now that her
husband's old admirer was departing,
called to her as soon as she noticed the
letter; but Miss Bagg paid no atten
tion. It almost seemed that she did
not want to hear. When Mrs. Stewart
picked it up and saw that it was ad
dressed to Henry Stewart, Esq., and
marked "private and . confidential,"
she opened it without a moment's hesi
tation. "Mr Dearest Henbt It is so sweet to be
near ou .ihuiu. u. .. ,.i..u o.ku. tor tiio
seashore, so do 1 sigh for you Cuu you im
agine what you aro and over ta-ivo been to
me? Yoa aro indeed my kins, and you know
that I am your willing slave. Yours talilifully.
"COKSTANCK HAiiUK."
Young Mrs. Stewart sank down on
a low deck-chair and gasped aud
looked across at the two.
"Well," she said, "this now is fear
ful." There would be a good half an hour
before llenrv returned, and in that
good half hour it was necessary to de
cide what was to be done. What was
quite clear was that the creature must
have had some encouragement to in
duce her to write such a letter, and
"Why, she is taking his arm!" she
cried.
Indeed, Miss Constance Bagge was
resting her hand upon the arm of Mrs.
Stewart's husband. Henry was carry
ing her banjo, and. looking back,
laughingly waved it at his wife.
"Does this mean," asked Mrs. Stew
art, distractedly, "that they will
never come back?"
The letter seemed to explain his
slight diffidence in agreeing to the
lady's dismissal; it explained also why
when Miss Bagge had that morning
made her unexpected appearance on
the bank hailing the boy with a shrill
"Hi!" Henry had only laughed very
much.
Mrs. Stewart summoned the boy.
"Yes, mem, there is a trine up liter
than this. It leaves Thames Ditton at
eleven fifteen, and you get to good old
Waterloo at about teu to twelve. And
I wish to Gawd," added the boy, pious
ly, "that 1 was there nah. This plice
is a lump too quiet for me."
That would give half an hour to
speak her mind to Henry (if he did
come back), just half an hour to ex
tract from him a confession, and then
a rush for the last train up. At Water
loo she could take a cab to L'ncle
George's; and if Uncle George couldn't
see her through, why, nobody could.
Uncle George was an ugent general.
He wa-i a stern man. and he treated
everybody as severely as though they
were his fellow-countrymen.
The white-ilanneled figure came back
to the riverside.
"He h::s managed to say good-by,
then?" sal.'. Mrs. Stewart, fiercely. "I
suoul.l like to have seen the parting."
Henry came on Iki;ii-i1 and went
strair:t to her, an 1. with 1'ie assur
ance c: new husbands, Icissed hor tied;.
"S'iVs an impossible creator.', " s:ii 1
:-":v-u;.;-t. lie sat down beside i: is wife
:!::.tk ::u evening p:;pcr from his
pocket. "i believe she took the extra
away with her. I've had to buv an
other." There was something in little Mrs.
Stewart's throat that prevented her
for the moment from starting her lec
ture. "She wasn't so bad. you know." he
went on. "in the old days. -Of course
I was a mere youth t'.ion. But now she's
too terrible for words. I suppose if
girls don't get married they get warped
and changed."
"I want to speak to you, Hi-nry," she
said, steadily.
"Oh. bother that boy." he exclaimed.
"We mr.:,t ;tt rid oi Lim. dear: he's a
nnisancc."
"It ura.-a't about the Ihv."
"Nut the boy? Well, then Hullo!
Here's a funny ease."
She went on very quietly:
"I want to speaK to you seriously.
Harry, about a matter that has. by ac
cident, come to my notice. 1 don't
want to seem to bother too much alioiit
it. and I suppose if I were as free a -some
women are 1 shouldn't inind it
in the least- But my mind is quite
made up."
He was not listening, but her head
was averted, and she went on.
"1 have left-the keys in the bed
room, and my account book is totaled
up to date, with the exception of the
bill that came in to-day. There is no
reason why we should have any high
words."
"I beg your pardon, dear. I haven't
heard a word that you were saying "
He had found the news patre in the
evening paper, and was reading with
much interest a diverting breach of
promise case.
"I was only saying" she raised her
voice to a pitch of distinctness
"that"
"Look here; here's an idiotic letter
the girl writes, to the fellow."
"I don't want to hear it, thank
you."
"Yes you do. Listen. This is how
it goes: Must as the wind sighs for
the seashore, so do 1 sigh or you.'
Why, the wind doesn't sigh for the
seashore, does it?"
"Go on. please," she said quickly;
"read the rest of the letter. Is it re
ally in the paper. Henry?"
"Look for yourself, dear. It's too
funny for words. "So (, I nigU for
you. Can you imagine what you are
and ever have been to me? You are
indeed my king, and you know that I
am your willing slave.'"
"Why." cried Mrs. Stewart, "that's
word for word the same."
"As what?"
"It doesn't matter, dear."
She took from her blouse the letter
that the disappointed Miss Bagge,
with deplorable lack of originality,
had copied from the evening paper.
"Don't people do some silly things,
Winifred, dear, when they are in lovo?"
She took a marguerite from the
bowl on the table and stuck it in his
hair. Then she tore up the letter anil
gave the pieces a little puff to send
them out on the stream.
"I b'lieve you," said Mrs. Stewart
"Shall 3'ou want to be rown ac.os.1
for that last trine, mem?" demanded
the boy, putting his head out of u win
dow, "or is the guv'nor going to do
it?"
"The last train," echoed Mrs. Stew
art "Why, of course not, James. Go
to bed at once."
"That boy's quite mad," said Stew
art, turning over a page of the paper
to find the cricket; "we must get rid of
him." St James Biurget
Isr Jewish marriages the woman is
always placed to the right of her mate.
With every other nation of the world
her place in the ceremony is to the
left
STILL STANDING.
Tho House in Which Washington
Wrote His Farowoll Address.
Some Interest Inij Furl About tho His
toric Structure Onrn Occupied by
the Flint President of tho
I'nltcd Mitten. 1
The state of Xew Jersey, ns every
schoolboy knows, was the scene of
many stirring events during the revolu
tion, and almost every city, town and
hamlet has, or claims to have, a hind
mark of which its inhabitants are very
proud and delight to point out to vis
itors. As in many other parts of the
country, however, some of these monu
ments, which should have the greatest
c!aim on the American people from a
historical point of view, have been neg
lected, apparently forgotten ami al
lowed to go to decay and ruin. One of
these is the old Berrian house at Rocky
Hill. It was in this house that Wash
ington resided for many months, and
among other acts wrote his farewell
address to the continental army. The
house, says the Xew York Tribune, is
an old-fashioned structure, with large,
square rooms and low ceilings to re
tain the heat from the hickory and
oak logs burned in the big. open fire
places. At the time that Gen. Wash
ington occupied the house it was the
homestead of the family of Judge John
Berrian, one of the oldest families in the
state, which at that time owned vast
tracts of land, obtained by grants from
tho crown. Judge ISerriun, when the
clash came, remained loyal to the
American cause, and his house leeame
a refuge for (len. Washington on more
than one occasion. The old Berrian
mansion is located about a quarter of a
mile from the village, on a steep bluff
overlooking the Millstone river. The
little village of Rocky Hill is a Una six
miles from Priuceton as the crow flies.
Oil the old post road ami hx-atcd iu
among the densely wooded hills of
Somerset county it was unknown to
Corn wall is or his soldiers, and after the
battles of Trenton and Princeton was
just the place for Washington nnd his
handful of continentals to retire to for
rest and refuge.
Washington afterward returned at
different periods to Uoeky Hill during
the progress of the war. but the longest
time he resided in the Berrian house
was from June. 1TS3. to the following
Xovom'.Hr. This was j:ist after con
gress had adj mrn -d at Trenton to meet
ut Princeton i:i tho old college build
ings, ami here Washington was sum
moned to meet them. Accompanied hr
Mrs. Washing!. n and a part of his mil
itary family. Washington t'Hik up his
resilience in the 1.1 Berrian house. The
general and hit stall rode daily over
the seven miles of road to Princeton,
where conim-vs was in session. (Ion.
Wasoinclon evidently found life ex
cvodingly restful aud pleasant in the
Berrian house, and fou ml time to in
dulge in the simple social recreations
of the neiirhlnrho.l. Among the peo
ple he called ujion was the family of
John Van Horn, a wealthy tanner,
with whom was staying at the time the
noted painter, John lHinlap. The lat
ter, in his reminiscences of Washing
ton, mentions the agreeable surprise
among the people over the pleasant
discovery that the great general pos
sessed a liking for social pleasures and
could appreciate a joke by laughing us
heartily as other men. It was suppH-d
that Washington wis always serious
and grave.
Gen. Washington and Mrs. Washing
ton were still living In the Berrian
house on November -. 17S.1. and while
there the general wrote his farewell
add.ito the little army of patriots.
Wa- hington left Rocky Hill at the end
of NovetnlnT and went to Newbtirg to
prepare for his triumphant entry with
his army into New York. It is pr liv
able that he never returned to the old
Berrian house on Rocky Hill, although
he left behind him many interesting
reminiscences of his prolonged stay
there.
Altout fifteen years ago the land and
house were purchased by David II.
Mount, wealthy miller in the village.
Later it was sold to Martin A. Howell,
of New Brunswick. N. J. Mr. Howell
made many necessary repairs to the
ohl Berrian house, but by the removal
of the great two-story veranda in front
of it. which was supported, as were
those of most colonial houses of pre
tensions, by large, round pillars, it
lost its characteristic picturesqueness.
The architectural lienuty of the old
colonial style of house, with its com
fortable, hospitable look, has been en
tirely lost and the house hxiks to-day
like many other farmhouses, built for
use only. It is now occupied by
Michael 1 lines, a boss quarryman, and
his family. They revere the memory
of Washington even more than others
that have lived in the house ssince he
occupied it and delight to show visit
ors through it.
More Pathetic Than Humorous.
An aged ouple Jiving south of
Brazil. Intl.. who had devoted their three
score and ten to rural life mad the
making of a farm, sold their posses
sions for the snug sum of sixteen thou
sand dollars. When the pui chaser
calh'd with a notary to close up the
deal by taking the deed of title, the
husband having signed and passed it to
the wife, she positively refused to sign
without a consideration, saying she had
spent her life in making the farm, and
liJid never realized anything she could
call her own and now was her oppor
tunity. The husband failed to satisfy
her and secure the signature. Then the
purchaser asked to know what she
would take and sign the deed, fearful
that she would be exacting beyond his
inclination to comply. After a good
deal of hesitancy she said she thought
she ought to have two dollars, which
he promptly bunded her, and she
signed the title. She turned over the
silver dollars time and time again,
laughing over her good luck. She said:
"Well, well, this is the first money
I have ever had in my life that I could
call my own and spend it as I may wish
to do to suit myself."
FROM THE COUNTRY.
An Old Lady's Mint Visit to a Great
City.
The last passenger to leave the 4:30
train on the Michigan Central railroad
lifter it drew to i land:.tiil oi.e after
noon recently was a little oid woman
in black. A wisp of gray hair str::rglcd
from under an old-fashioucd poke bon
net, find a pair of kindly Vine eyes
looked out from behind her steel
rimmed spectacles. In one hand she
carried a huge, shiny valise, the key of
which was tied to the handle with a
strip of calico cloth. When she was
part way up the platform she stopped
with a troubled look, mid watched the
baggagemen toil by with their loaded
trucks. Presently she dropped the va
lise and opened a big black fan which
was fastened to her w.-.ist by a velvet
riblmn. After she had wailed some
time, one of the depot ushers came
along and asked if he could be of any
service to her.
"Why, thank you, I think not." she
answered; "I'm waiting for 'Dick' Rob
inson." The depot usher hurried on aud paid
no more attention to the little old
woman. When he came back a half
hour later, she was still standing
where he had left her, gently fuuning
herself with the black fan. "Has your
friend come yet?" asked the usher.
"No," she unswered. "His watch
must have been slow."
"Did he expect you by this train?"
"Well, you see, it's this way. Last
summer, Dick and his wife came over
to Griggsburg to visit the Coopcrses.
While they were there they came over
often to my place to get a drink of but
termilk. Well, we got friendly and
Snrah told me a lot of things about
Chicago, and that she couh'j't. by no
manner of means, get buttermilk in
the city. Before "Dick' went hack ho
came around aud says: '.Mrs. Beggs,
just take a run up to Chicago next sum
mer und visit us. Ia-1 us know when
you're coming, and I'll meet you at the
depot' And so I'm here, nnd I've got
three jar of fresh buttermilk for them
in that bag."
The depot usher helped the little old
woman to a seat in the waiting-room
and then he searched the directory for
Richard Kobir.son. His charge couldn't
help him much because she didn't know
Dick's occupation.
"All I know," she explained, "is that
he's a genuine gentleman, and if he
had get my letter he'd a been h"-r."
The usher m::dc a list of two or three
a.Mre ss-s ar. l put the w.::na:i ia charge
of a trusty cabman with instruct ions to
find "Lick." Two hours hr.er the
driver came hack wi:h the report that
his fare was delivering her buttermilk.
Chicago Record.
THOSE BACHELOR GICLS.
How They Radiate Happtncsa and Have
I tin.
The world has improved in one re
spect. There was a time when the
woman who did not marry was sup
posed to le a subject for jest: when it
was concluded that she remained un
wed Wcausc she could not do anvthing
else.
Nowadays it is all changed, ami the
woman who does not marry has a
recognired position socially, and we
have nil grown wise enough to know
that any woman who wishes can
marry, says the New York correspond
ent of the Pittsburgh Press. It is true
she may not marry the man she most
admires, but always she can marry
some man: so that if she stays out her
life alone is by her own choice.
Then, too, the K-autiful friendships
that may exist In-tween women are
rceogniwd, and the possibility of a
home lcing made without a man iu it
is a certainty. In flats, in dainty little
houses, two or three liachelor women
(they don't call themselves girlsl.
whose liws are so arranged that one
can lie the homekeeper while the other
is out in the world, are happy and com
fortable from day to day.
And In-tter still, they are not only
happy themselves, but they make less
fortunate women glad by bringing
them in to share some of their pleas
ures. They give agreeable little dinner
parties, liiey entertain In tuiet ways,
nnd always these womcnvhose names
are not hoard in connrvtion with votes,
nor whose pictures are seen in the
paiicrs, as among those who intend to
reimxlrsl the city government.
The editor of n well-known literary
roper is one of th.'se women, and she
makes for nil nephews and nieces a
lovely resting-place, managing to give
it all the attention required in a few
hours In-fore and after business. An
other, .n very alxxle of K-auty. is the
home of two women friends, one a
well-known actress, the other the only
woman dealer in plays in this country.
And there are innumerable little homes
where women are Imund by ties of
lloo:L
Qurrr I.lttlp Ifllnmi.
A juecr little island is Navassa. A
-ship load of negroes was landed in New
Jersey the other day from the Pater
son, hailing from this rock of four
miles nrca. down in the ("arribcan. off
Ilayti. llayti claims it and the Tinted
States controls it. llayti never pushed
her claim. It is totally bare nil pro
visions are sent there, and several hun
dred negroes are kept, at work, lvintr
shipped like the hands of a vessel. In
fact, the laws of a ship are in force
there, ofliccrs and all. The product,
nnd the only one, is sold by the Xavussa
Thosphate company. There is no
wharf or harbor, and the work is very
laborious. There are frequent com
plaints of hard treatment from the re
turninif crew, which is usually shipped
for hix months' service. The headquar
ters of the company are in linltimore.
Siiilfyln Him.
'I have called." said the captious
critic, "to llnd out what reason you
can rive for representing the New Year
us a nude small boy "
"That is done." responded the art
editor, "because the year does not pet
its close till the 31st of December."
Then the captious critic went out
and broke his nice new pledge. Indi
anapolis Journal.
for Infants and Children.
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million of yoraona, permit na to apeak of It without gqcasing.
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gives thorn health. It will a are their Uvea. In it Mother have,
omothlng which la ahaolntoly enfo and practically perfect at a.
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Caatorla destroys Wanna.
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. Caatorla preventa vomiting Soar Card.
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Caatorla rellevea Toothing Trophies.
Caatorla cures Conatlpation and Flatulency.
Caatorla nentraBjeea tho effects of carbonic acid gas or poiaoncma air.
Caatorla dooa not contain morphine, opium, or other narcotic property.
Caatorla aaalmllatea the food, regulates the atomach and Dowels,,
giving healthy and natural aleep.
Caatorla la pnt up in one site bottle only. It la not aold In hoik.
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that It la "Jnat aa good" and "will anawer every purpose."
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Land Otltce at Koselmrg. Oregon. March IS,
isa. Notice Is hereby given that the following
named settler has tiled notice of his intention to
make linul proof in support of his claim, and
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the following wituesses to prove his continuous
residence upon and cultivation of said lnd, viz :
R. I,. Parker, of Jacksonville, Ore., Aaron Heck,
of Kaglu Point, Ore., Joseph Oeppert and That!
Hrocklev, of Uig Butto, Ore.
m-ltVa-lll R. M. Vbatch, Register.
Legal blanks at The Mail office.
Ins
lEper-
Pitcher's Castorla.
1?. MKDFORI), OREGON.
WORK.
PEIDDY, iProp'r.
OREGON.
on hand. Large and small ordorp
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s T ICIUV. 1 ft Vf LSI IV IUI
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Shavinsr. Haiivuttino;. Sh.inipoo
iug and Heards Dyed. All work
first-class or we will refund the.
price
HOT AND COLD BATHS.
Agent for Salem Steaui-Lauiulry.
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MEDFORD. OREGON.
Salary and vx pcncs paid wrk 'or from sfcurt.
Parmaneat position. Exclusive territvrT.
Kipericnc unnecessary. Peculiar
adrantacesto beginners. Liberal
commission to local pArt-
uma agents. Largest
growers of clean.
Css-u- g
vic i
hardy, reliable
nursery
stock.
f--rt;.Poi-:rL
Una und Mircfc.
Wo want omuu".whilii
th fruit uicu?:." 1 oi'
irmxirvjtr.t. ivti ch.iwe xr
mlvanovunnr. Otitrit nnd iii-i ivr- i
wrymcn. fortlanu. Ore. Ttus iioue is !
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0UICICEF1 RAISIKQPAYS
If you IK the Petaloa
Incubators ft Brooders.
Make money while
others are wasting
time by old processes.
Catalogtells all about
it, and describes every
article needed for tbj
poultry business.
The "ERIE'
mechanically the best
wiicci. rrciiicsiuiuuci.
We are Pacific Coast
Agents. Bicycle cata-
loeue, mailed free .gives
fnll descHotlon . prices, etc, agents wamtto.
UTAtUHA HtCUBATOK CO.. Petmlama.CaL
BtaMca Hoirss, aji S Main St., Xos Angeles.
Ml 4SPage ,1 I
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