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ATsl3cf tha Early Settlers!
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I BY AUSTIN C. BURDICK
CHAPTER XV.-(Contimied.
"Why, really, gentlemen," sai l iSimon,
after he had picked the paped up, "one
would think there was something surpris
ing n a simple marriage. Anil you, sir."
3ie added, turning to the niurqnis, ''I
honld not suppose that you would won
der at this, especially seeing that you
yourself gave nie permission to Heek
IyOiiiHo for my wife."
"I did not!" groaned the old man. "O,
1 never gave It!"
"You told ine 'distinctly that I might
nek LoiiiHe for her hand, anil that if kIio
consented you should hid her' follow her
own choice."
'Rut that was after you had fairly
twnted me down with (iiieations after I
had refused to listen to you on the sub
ject. But my child never freely give her
-consent to this. She could not have done
no. O, Simon, you huve forced her to
this! You have ' But the poor man's
emotions were too powerful, and his
speech failed him. A niinieut more he
gnzed into the villain's dark features, and
then he liowed his head and burst in'o
terra'. lie sobbed as though his noble
Sicnrt would break.
"Ma, ha, ha! you didn't want me for a
on-in-law, then," the scoundrel uttered,
In a coarse tone; "for," he added, turning
ii deflnnt look upon CJoupart, "you meant,
no dmibf, to have hud a more beuutiful
linsbnn.il for her."
"You will he careful how you use your
tongue in my presence," spoke Goupnrt,
In a hushed tone, the very breathing of
which told that there was a smothering
volcano near at hand.
fill)-ho, monsieur!" the fellow replied;
"you hoped to stick your fingers into the
.old man's gold pots, eh? I understand
the reason of your coining here very well.
But rest assured you won't handle the
jnoney through tho daughter's pockets."
''Hush, Simon Lobois! I am moved
now more deeply than I cau bear, so be
careful that you move me no more. It is
enough that you have crushed this old
mnn's heart, and overturned his life cup."
,"llo-ho! thou art wondrous sensitive,
Monsieur St. Denis. You have lost the
prize, eh? I suppose if you had married
(he daughter, 'twould have been all right.
' But you're a little behind the coach this
time. However, If you remain here long
enough, you shall see the bride."
"Villain!" gasped the marquis, in a
frantic tone. "O, would you had killed
into ere you had done this thing!" 1
."But, monsieur, what do you mean? It
the girl, chose to marry me, what enn
you object?"
"She d(d not choose so to do. O, she
never consented to wed with such as you
.jof her own free will."
"Such os me!" hissed Lobois. "And so
you would spurn me now, eh? You have
found n new Haine In your dotage hsve
you? Monsieur St. Denis, I give you joy
of the friend you have gained; but I
cau't give you up tho wife. You did It
well, but I'm afraid you'll have to work
name other way for a living now, unless,
indeed, monsieur le martini may take
irttr enough on you to give you a few
crowns just to find you in bread and salt
until you can get your eyes upon some
other heiress!
This was spoken in a coarse, sneering
manner, and (luring its delivery Lobois
liad kept his eye fixed upon the youth
with a look of fiendish exultation.
Gmipiirt St. Denis could not have mov
d more quickly. Not in all the language
.of all the world could words have, been
found more insulting. With o(ie bound
lie was by the dastard's side, and on the
next instant ho dealt him n blow upon
tho face that felled him to the tloor like
a log.
"O, St. Jullen, I could not help it! Vot
Hive mo!"
"Ooupart, I do not blame you!"
For some momeiita IaiIioIs lay upon thev
floor like one dead, and the youth was
beginning to fear that the blow might
liave Ih'cii fatal, when the villain moved
mid shortly afterwards he arose to his
feet. He gnr.ed a moment upon his cue
my with a deadly look, and then, as he
-noticed that the blood was trickling down
liis face upon the floor, ha turned towards
the door.
"(loupart St. Denis, thou shalt answer
for this!"
: And thus speaking, the villain left tbu
room.
OHAPTKU XVI.
That evening Brion St. Julien and (Sou
part conversed long and earnest l.v togeth
er. For some time tbu youth had enter
tained the thought of proceeding at once
to New Orleans and seeking Louise, but
finally he resolved to wait awhile, at
least until he had one more Interview
with 1obois.
' "That Lobois was the cause of her be
ing abducted I have no longer any doubt,"
aid the marquis, after soma remarks
liad been made upon the subject.
"How can there be a doubt?" returned
floupart. "His story of. the rescue of
the poor girl la too Improbable for belief,
unless he had ome understanding wjth
tho Indians."
"But do you not think that he found
her as he says?" Inquired the marquis,
en nieatl.T.
. "Of course I do. He found her as he
ays; but, of course, the Indians under
stood thst he was to meet them there.
He took her there, and he must have
ised some terrible power to make her
imirrv lilm.
St. Denis went to his chamlier, and
went to his bed; but ho could not sleep,
lie lay with his hands clasped over his
lirow. and ever and anon deep, painful
vri,iiH would break from his lips. . Hit
srricf was deeper than he could tell, even
iu his wildest prayers, and his hopes were
nil none. Tho thing had come upon him
with a doubly crushing force, for It had
found his soul already bowed down be
.ih the weight of fear. He could have
known that lmlso hud died, for then he
tuight have wept awhile, and then culm
ly kuolt down and prayed. But now even
that sad and melancholy boon was de
nied him. Like the frantic mother who
aland and sees the eagle perched upoi
the cliff with her shrieking Infant, stood
the yodth with respect to his beloved.
But, at length, when the first hours af
ter midnight bad come. Uoupart sank m.o
dull, dreamy slumber, and his pains
were for awhile only the phantoms of
eep.
While Ooupart thus lay pon lcrin up"n
his terrible- misfonune, Kimou Lobois
was not alone. He was in the chamber
he usually occupied; and with him was
black slave named Peter, lle.'wus a
middle-aged man Simon's special ser
vant, and the onlv one in the wno.o
household who had any synipirthy for
the dark neohew. Lobois had piir.uns-
ed him in New Orleans, and though he
had done so ouly as the marquis' agent,
et Peter looked npdn the former as nis
master. And, moreover, Simon had paid
him various sums of money to serve him.
Now. Peter." said Simon, after some
other conversation had passed, "have you
watched thu affair between Goupurt ana
the marquis, as I bade you?"
Yes, mas r; me watch urn wen, an
me hear all. Me foun' de hole yon tole
nie of in de fli : olicr do ole mas r s li
brary, an me hub watch 'um ebery time
l's got n chance."
"And what have you found?
Peter went on and told a long story
he had heard about letting Simon go,
and about (Joupart taking his place.
And," uttered the negro, with a sparg
ing eye as he gave a sort of flourishing
emphasis to the conjunction, "me's hearl
one odcr ting, berry sartin'; One time
(ley feared young mos'r an' missus d neb-
er cum back, an ole mas r s gwine to
gib Ooupart all his whole fortiu'. He'll
hub heaps o' money, eh?"
"Did he say the whole, Teter?'
"He did sartin, mas'r. An' he's plan
ned to gib Mm haft of it now. O, I tell
ye, m a s r Uoupait got mitey Dig uom
onto o'.e mas'r's pocket, an' onto ole
mas'r's lub, too. Dey's togedder all de
time. Yah guess ole mas'r don't s'pect
he'll want you no more."
It was late in the morning when Simon
Lobois made his appearance. He had
his breakfast served iu his own room,
and for some time he had been engaged
In bathing his face. He walked on to the
sitting room, and he found the marquis
and Ooupart there.
Monsieur St. Denis," he said, in a low,
Icy tone, "I would speak with you."
In on instant the young man turned
nd followed him. Lobois led the way
to the garden, and there he stopped and
turned.
Monsieur St. Denis," he spoke, while
his eyes flashed and his thin lip trembled.
'lust night yon did what no living man
has ever done before. -You struck me in
the face. Ere I leave this place, the
stricken man must be past remembrance
of his shnme, or the striker must be not
among the living! You understand!"
Now, Ooupart was not In a frame or
mind to endure much, or to argue much
on moral points. His heart was aching
from a horrid wound, and his soul was
tortured by, a fearful power; and before
him was the serpent who had done it all,
who had torn loved children from a dot
ing parent sundered the brother and sis
ter, and mndo unhappy the life of a de
fenseless girl. The young man's eyes
did not Hash like his enemy's,' but they
burned with a deep, calm, fire, such as
utter disgust and abomination add to
fierce hate. . ,
I think I understand," was St. Denis
reply.
"I taught you your first lessons In the
sword exercise, and you were a proficient
when I last saw you handle the blade.
Will you now choose that weapon?"
"Yes."
"Then get it and join me at once;"
Gonupart turned away and went to his
room. lie took down ins sword, and
buckled, the belt about him. Then h
drew the blade, and for a moment he
gazed upon "it. It lfud once been on un
do's weapon -the well-tried companion
of (Ion. St. Denis, a bold and true knight
It was of Spanish make, and never yet
had It failed iu the hour of need. There
was another sword In the room a lighter
one a Damascus blade, and of exquisite
finish, and one, too, with which the youth
had always played. But it hud been his
father's sword, and he would not use it
now. After lie had returned the blade
to Its scabbard, he stopped a moment to
reflect. Then he moved to the table,
where an Ink horn Btood, and tearing a
leaf from his pocketbook, he hurriedly
wrote as follows:
"Monsieur le MarquiB lou are my
friend, and you know the few fricn;!s I
have on earth. If I fall to-day, you will
know why, and 1 know yon will not
Illume nie. You will see Louise. .Tell
her we shall meet-: "
The youth Btopped and started up, and
his hand trembled.
"If I fall thus, shall we meet there?"
he murmured to himself. "O, heaven
will pardon the deed. It knows the deep
provocation the burning shame that
blights this house!" r
Then he stooped .once more ond wrote;
"in that world where love knows no
night. ST. DKNIS."
This the youth folded and directed to
BHiiu St. Jullen, and wiping a single,
tear from his cheek, he hurried down to
the hall, and from thenco to the garden
where he found Simon waiting for him
'Now follow me," said Lobois; and
thus speaking, lie led the way around the
house towards the barn, and thence out
through the postern to the foot of the
hill beyond, where grew a thick clump of
hickory trees.
"Now, Ooupart St. Denis, are' you
ready?" asked Simon, at the same time
drawing hi sword. 1
"In one moment," returned the youth.
also drawing his own weapon, but lower
ing its point upon tho ground.
He was stopped short in his speech, for
at that moment the marquis came rush
lug out from the court, and soon reached
the spot where they stood.
"Simon," he gasped, white with fear,
"what means this? Put up your sword."
"Brion St. Jullen," quickly retorted the
mad nenhew. "stand back! You saw
what passed last night did you not?"
"But that was the result of hot pas
sion. Yon taunted him most bitterly, Si.
nion; you Insulted him most shamefully,
and he knew not what he did. O, let this
thing stop!"
"Stop? Yon might as well try to stop
yonder mighty river from Bowing to its
mouth! You say I gave him provocation.
Did ho not give mo provocation
"Yes yes. It was all folly all eager,
hot, mad haste. O, give over this thiyg!
Simon. I command you!
"Brion St. Jullen, look upon this mark
on my face! Were the man who did that
my own brother, he should stand before
my sword. So now stand back. There
shall be a death to wipe this out. If I
fall, 'twill die with me; tf he fjl, the
atonement is complete."
"Good Sir Brion," spoke Gonpart, at
this point, "let the conflict go on. Life
to me now is not worth the price 1 would
pay for It by refusal. Let it go on."
"But my child my sou, if you are
gone "
"You'll have me left," Interrupted Si
mon "me, who of right belongs here.
Now are you ready, Monsieur St. Denis?"
J he youth turned an imploring look up
on the marquis, and as the old man fell
back, he replied: '.
Now I must ask the question I was
about to ask ere our friend came to in
terrupt us. Simon Ixhois, you may full
in this encounter, and before I cross your
sword, I would pray you to tell, if you
know, where Louis St. Julien is."
How?" hissed Simon. ' Would ye
heap more insult upon me?"
"I ask but a simple question.
"Ay and that question means a loui
suspicion. -1 know nothing of him.
Then, come on"
And on the next instant the swords
were crossed.
Simon Lobois had been accounted one
of the best sword players in 'Marne, and
he came to the conflict as though he were
sure of victory; but at the third pass he
was undeceived. He turned pale in a mo
ment, for he now knew that he had met
with a superior, even in fencing skill.
He was a coward at heart, and he fairly
trembled. Ooupart saw It in an instant,
nd for the moment he was astouished.
But then he remembered how Simon used
to tremble at the whiz of a pistol ball,
and he wondered no more. Almost did
he pity the poor wretch. Straight, pow
erful and tall he stood, with his broad
chest expanded, while before hiin fairly
cowered the dimiuutive form of the villain.
'Ah. Simon. I've taught the sword art
since you left me in France! Take care!
Poor wretch, I gave you credit for more
skill, and for more courage."
In all probability, the villain believed
that Oounart meant to kill him If he
could. That belief begot a feeling of de
spair, and that last taunt fired him. Like
the cornered rat, he set to uow witn an
the energy of a dying man, and for a
few moments St. Denis had to look
sharp; but it was only for a few mo
ments. Simon made a point-blank thrust
from a left gunjd, and with a quick
movement to the right, Ooupart brought
a downward stroke with all his available
force, only meaning to break his antag
onist's sword, or strike it from his grasp,
and thus end the conflict without blood
shed. But Simon had thrust his arm
further forward than Ooupart. had calcu
lated, and the blow fell upon the sword
hand, the guard receiving part i the
force, thus causing a slanting stroke.
With a quick cry of pain, JSimou oroppeu
his weapon end started back.1
"Don't strike me nowl" he cried.
"Fear not," replied Ooupart. "1 never
strike a defenseless man. But are you
satisfied?"
Yes yes! But that was a cowardly
stroke."
No no, Lobois. I meant not to stride
you then; I only,meaut to knock your
sword down. But you know you have
been at. my mercy thrice.
"It was your own fault that you did not
take advantage of it. I should have kill
ed you hiid I -been able, and I think you
would have done the same." ,,,
"No!" cried the marquis; "you know
better than that, Simon.
But the wounded man made no further
reply. His hand pained him now, and ne
held it olit towards the marquis with a
hpHceching look. The old man examined
It. and found thnt a bad gosh was cut
from the roots of tho tliumli to the wrist,
on the buck of the hand, but none of the
bones were harmed. Had not the guard
of the sword received the weight of the
blow, the hand would have been severed
wholly off, for the stout iron guard was
found cut nenrly in twain!
And thus ended the duel. Ooupart was
surprised at tne easy victory ne uuu wu.
while Simon was surprised at tne incredi
ble skill his antagonist had displayed.
And the marquis wus thankful deeply
thankful for the result, so far as mere'
life and death were concerned.
(To lie continued.)
JINGO, THE GREAT ELEPHANT, WHICH DIED ,
ON BOARD SHIP AND WAS BURIED AT SEA.
fix "it I X
;: S v ' ' fir-' : U
S.
INGO, the giant elephant which died at sea on March 12, and which
terrified the puasengors, tho crew and the wild nnlmnla on tho steamer
Ocorglc with his Incessant trumpetlngs and his efforts to escape from
his cage, was the largest elephant in captivity and two Inches higher than
Jumbo. His exact height was 11 feet 4 Inches and his weight was six tons.
Jingo was captured In Africa when he was quite young, and until recently
was the property of the London Zoological Gardens, from which he was
purchased by an American clreus manager for $50,000. The great beast was
not fond of the sea, and his Journey from Africa was very nearly the death
of him. It was only with great difficulty he was placed aboard the Georglc
at Liverpool, bound for New York. '
Jlnge'had been the star attraction ot ths London zoo, but last summer
he showed signs of 111 temper and in September the anluial-keeperg decided
it was no longer safe to allow lilm to carry children ou his back through
the gardens. Ho therefore was sold to an American circus. The elephant
had not been In good health during the' winter and, not having traveled
since Infancy, fretted and pined from the day he was taken from the zoo.
As each day passed Jingo seemed to grow weaker and he squirmed In his
narrow cage in an effort to get out. He was securely chained In such a
position In the aft hatchway that escape was Impossible. For sixty hours
preceding his death the mnnmioth beast trumpeted without cessation and
twice knocked down his keeper, Thomas Lawrence, who attempted to pacify
It The cries of the elephant aroused the leopards and tigers which were
on the ship and they, too. Joined in the tumult, which for three days kept
the crew of the Georglc on Its guard. About 0 o'clock one morning Jingo's
cries suuueuiy ceased. Lawrence ran to the cage to find the animal dead.
His carcass was examined and after it was decided it could not be stuffed
was thrown overboard.
Weak?.
" I suffered terriblv and was ex-
tremelv weak for 12 vears. The
doctors said mjr blood was all
turning to water. At lastu tried
Ayer'i Sarsaparilla. and was soon
f..li all rl.h an. in
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Mrs. J. W. Fiala, Hadlyme, Ct.
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Ayer's Sarsaparilla is the
best medicine you can
take for purifying and en-
ncninjz tne biooa.
- Don't doubt it, put your
whole trust in it, throw
away everything else.
$1 10 botllt. AU inatttM.
Ask vour doctor what h tliltiki of Avar's
SarwDftrills. Hu knownftll about thla grand
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Difference.
"What sort of a man is my husband?
Well, before we were married he would
n't leave the hoiue before midnight;
and pince that be never enters it be
fore." Journal Amusant.
Pope Leo's Many Legacies.
The pope has been happy in legacies.
It has been reckoned that' dnring bis'
pontificate a sum of nore than 1,000,
000 poundd lias been bequeathed to
him in various ways, $600,000 having
come to hiin in one year, and one re
cent bequest being for no less than
1200.000.
ROCKY MOUNTAIN GOATS ARE
VERY RARE IN CAPTIVITY.
The scarcest animal in captivity is
the Hooky Mountain goat. Only three
of these wild and untamable creatures.
It Is said, are now. or have ever been
held captive. One, a very line speci
men, is In tho famous Zoological gnr
den, in Regent's Park, London, Eng
land, and the Philadelphia Zoological
gardens has the proud distinction of
possessing the only pair, male and fe
male, ever exhibited' or ever kept in
captivity.
The animal is solitary in Its habits,
Quality Folks.
Since bacteriologists have attributed
the dissemination of yellov fever In
Culm, and of the deadly malaria In It
aly, to the mosquito, that creature has
emerged from the general host of In
sects lntui a place of Individual Import
once. Kor other reasons than these,
however, un old Cornish woman lately
pronounced upou the mosquito's aris
tocracy. She had asked her parish
priest to rend her n letter from her sou
In Hruz.ll. , The writer's orthography
was doubtful, but the vlcnr did his best
to rend phonetically.
I cannot tell you how the ;nukittfc
torment nie. They pursue mo every
whereeven down the chimney!'
The fond mother's eyes grew lnrge
with mingled pride and amazement.
Kxeklel must lie rare handsome,"
she snld, "for the maidens to be so
after him. And I reckon the Miss Kit
tles Is quality folks, too!"
. - i .
"
learns to say, "What time Is it?" when
ever he sees a watch. .
If he is to be- taught to greet a
visitor, the teacher, on giving the les
son, must enter the room saying, "How
do you do?"
To Induce him to say, "Must you
go? Good-by!" the professor picks up
his hat and stick, and leaves the room
as he repeats the words.
ROCKY MOUNTAIN GOATS.
Explosive Sunsets.
Mr. Bnscouib.. had - seen wonders
enough for his first day away, from
Banbury, but Just as he had settled bis
tired head against the back of a loung
ing chair, he heard a distant boom. .
"What's that?" he demanded, start
ing up.
"Oh, that's the sunset gun, Uncle
Ezra," said his nephew's wife, In a
soothing tone. "It goes eff Just as the
sun rises and sets."
Mr. Bascomb s mild face took on a
look that approached hostility.
"I've seen your talking machines
and electric bell-pulls and underground
rails and overhead trusties and ker
ridges kiting here and there with no
hoss nor other signs o' drawering pow
er," he said, resentfully, "and I've
set myself to believe all you've told
me. nut l ve seen tne sun an my aavs
In Banbury, and I know there ain't
stren'th enough In it when it's setting
or when lt'j rising to tetch off a gun,
without there's works going on in this
place that ain't Scriptural nor fitting!"
Asked and Answered.
What," asked the youth from Lud
low, "is the great recret of success?"
"The great secret cf success, replied
the Norwood philosopher, "is to find
something you can't do then do it."
Cincinnati Enquirer.
Fads In Dinner Napkins.
Napkins became popular in France
ooner than in England. At one time
t was customary of great French dia
lers to change the napkins at every
nurse, to perfume them with rose-
vater, and to have them folded a differ
ent way for each guest. .
Scotch Saloon Statistics.
Aitdrie has more saloons in relation
to its size than any other town in Scot
land. There are 42 for every 1,000
inhabitants. Coatbridge and Renfrew
iome next on the list. Ayr has the
worst record for drunkenness 57.6
barges yearly for every 1,000 inhab
itants.
Willie's Perplexity.
When Willie came home last night he
was more convinced of the uselessness
of schools than he ever was before,
says the Buffalo Express. Asked the
nut ure of his latest trouble, be ex
plained that "postpone" had been one
of the words In the spelling lesson of
the day. The tvached had directed the
pupils to write a sentience In which the
special word should appear.
Along with others, Willie announced
that he did not know the meaning of
the word, and so could not use it in a
seutence. The teacher explained tliat it
meant "delay" or "put off," and, en
couraged the youngsters to try. Wil
lie's thoughts were on plonsanter
tilings than school, and his madc-to-or-
der sentence was:
"Boys postpone their clothes when
they go In swimming."
Collene Colors.
"Our collcgo colors are pink and old
gold," said Miss Frocks.
"Our college colors were black and
blue when I was Initiated into the se
cret society," added her brother.
Surmounted difficulties not only
teach, but henrten us U our future
struggles. Sharp.
The Reason Why.
She What an extraordinary picture
and why on' . earth do you call it
"Home?"
He Can't imagine', unless it's be
cause there's no place like it. Illus
trated Bits.
Something Doing.
In a western Ontario city a newspa
per organ is booming a mayoralty can
didate on the ground that he is "a man
who does things." The opposition
srgan, on the other hand, alleges that
he is a man who does the people.
Ottawa Citizen.
Just Saw the Point.
Dal ton How that English chap did
laugh at your joke.
Waller Yes, he must have heard it
before. ' ' -
A Succession of Failures.
Hewitt Gruett says that his life has
been a complete failure.
Jewett Well, be started wrong; be
was once on a Harvard football team.
and Is about the size of a large sheep,
with long white hair, well suited to
harmonize with its snowy surround
ings. The hair Is very abundant around
the throat and neck and stands Arect
like a mane down to the center of the
back. This hair was esteemed of great
value by the Indians for making blan
kets. The hoofs and horns are black.
The three specimens of Uocky Moun
tain goat now captive were obtained
by killing their mothers nnd securing
the kids, which have been practically
reared in captivity.
Teaching Languages to Parrots.
A peculiar profession is that of. a
man in Chicago who is a teacher of
lnnguages to parrots. The Chicago
Tribune says that while this foreigner
was doing translations and giving
French and German lessons at starva
tion prices, he chanced one day to
talk with a parrot dealer, and asked
him if many birds were sold abroad.
"No," said he, "but only on account
of the difference in language. English
speaking parrots would hardly be In
demand in a foreign country." .
This gave the linguist an idea. He
took home an uneducated bird, and In
a few weeks had taught it to repeat
some short French sentences. After
that he began a regular occupation of
teaching French, German and Italian
to parrots instead of to people.
Diet and warmth are important con
dltlons in this system or eaticnrirtii.
The birds are kept in a temperature of
eighty degrees, and are fed on nuts,
bananas and other fruit. 1 ne lessons
mm oHven mornlnc nad evening. One
word may be pronounced for days to
gether; later several words are Joined
In the form of a sentence. A clever
bird will learn a short sentence in less
than a fortnight.
One important secret is that of teach
in a bird to speak opportunely, ns if
it understood what is happening at
the moment. If the teacher pulls out
his watch at the Instant of saying,
"What time is it?" the parrot soon
DR. ORESTES A. BROWNSON.
A Distinguished American to Have a
Rronxe Memorial.
The friends of Dr. Orestes Augustls
Brownson, New England's distinguish
ed theologian, lecturer, patriot, editor
and sociologist, are
about to erect a
bronze bust on a
granite pedestal in
Sherman Park,
New York City, at
"2d street and Am
sterdam boulevard
The Catholics of
the country have
subscribed for this
memorial. Dr
Brownson was
ranked as one of
the great literary men of his day. He
was born In Stockbridge, Vt., Sept. 10,
1803. and died In Detroit, Mich., April
IT. 1870. He was preparing for the
Presbyterian pulpit, when he embraced
Unlversallsm and entered the ministry
In 1825. He was pastor of churches in
Vermont and New York for seven
years. As editor of the Gospel Advo
cate he wrote and worked earnestly
for the improvement of the laboring
classes.
Dr. Brownson was an associate of
noted New England thinkers and at
one time a member of the famous
Brook Farm Fournier Association,
with George Ripley and Charles A.
Dana. Father Meeker, Hawthorne and
others at Its head.
BBOWNSON BUST.
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HEADACHES.
Burglar Had Their Revenge,
Burglnrs, unable to break through
the Iron door of a cigar shop In Berlin,
avenged themselves by painting up a
notice: "There is nothing here worth
stealing."
Some women's Idea of being econom
ical is to have their ball dresses cut
lower. , '
There are times when four aces con
stitute a Helping hand.
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