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, t i it A. s 4' .. ? fF-" j i .: CBLISIIED EVEKT FHIDAY, I2Y COLL. VAN" CLEVE, N THE REGISTER BUILDING, Corner Ferry ami First S'.reets. TERMS- IX ADVANCE. 2 50 One copy, one year. One copv, six montlia... o clubs of twenty, each copy. 1 SO 2 00 Snltocrihers outside of Linn county will be charged 20 cents extra $3 70 for the year as tliat is Hie amount of jiostase per annum which we are rerjulred to pay on each paper mailed ly us. i.. i en cfin. Afffiits for the Kcis!ster. The following named sentleinen are author ized to receive and receipt for subscriptions to the Kkoiktku in the localities mentinneu: Messrs. Kirk & Hume ...TlrownBville. Robert tilass W. P. Smith O. P. Tompkins S. II. Clauirl'.ton A. Wheeler A Co Messrs. Smith & l.rasileld. J. B. Irvine l'hos. II. lieinolds . .Crawfordswillo. ITiilsey. I-iarrishui-g ........ .Lelnnon. Shertd. . . .Junction City. ..fkio. ...Salem. FRIDAY APRIL 13, IS77. TERESA. AN ITALIAN STORY. I. "Light, heat, beauty, life-giving South! The artist seeks it for its glorious depths ot color; tbe poet for its classic traditions and dreamy influences ; the invalid lor its balmy breath aad reviv-ing-warmth, which stir the pulses tliat in northern lands would cease to beat. Lionel Merton, halt invalid, sought it for life both of mind and body ; and his delicate frame shattered by the chill blasts of the north woke to a new being in the soft Ausouian climate, whilst his artist eye glanced with a pleased delight over luxuriant plains and olive-planted slopes, with here and there a glimpse of the yellow Tiber flowing majestically along. lie was just now standing in the doorway of the inn, gazing, not at the .landscape or the skies, but at a face that had attracted his attention more than once since his arrival at . He had seen it first in the beautiful gardens ot the villa, not far from the inn, peering through the parted brandies of a myrtle, svhose dark, glossy leaves seemed to "form a fitting framework for the living picture behind them. Hut the branches Aad closed hastily fixed as the girl met -the blue eyes of Lionel steadfastly upon 3ier. "We must go home, Tina," said she to tbe child, Who was watching the -doves wash themselves in the basin of the fountain, and she swung it up to her shoulder, where it wound its tiny hands in her dark hair loosening some of the coils that fell heavily down be low her waist. A flush came over the pale olive skin. "Thou art a bad child, Tina," she said, as she hastily twisted up the long -tresses under the folds ot her white head-gear. The large lustrous eyes had but look ed at Lionel for a moment, and yet they seem to have told him a long story that he had been in the past trying to de cipher. Next he had seen her in the church, kneeling in fervent prayer, and" had silently watched the changes of counte nance until she again perceived him, and with a startled look rose and fled away. To-day Teresa stood leaning against a stone pillar, playing with the pink blossom of a catalpa that stood near her, when suddenly she found herself once more face to face with the English stranger. lie had discovered her name Ter esa; daughter of blind Tomasco Cecchi and his bed-ridden wife. She was a good daughter and worked hard to sup port her parents. To-day she seemed to be taking life easilv drinking inthe splendor ot the purple mists and golden sheets ot sunlight with true Italian in dolence. "Dolce far niente " thought Lionel, as he looked at the statue-like figure and the head thrown back, partly with weariness, partly with an intense appre ciation ot the beauty around her. Bat Teresa's rest was not to be ot long duration. The Mercanii of the Campagna had sent tor laborers to gather in the harvest, and men and women were forming into bands to join in the work. Teresa was going, so gos sip bad told Lionel, and to him it seemed a sacrilege that the beautiful maiden should toil and slave with the common multitude. But what could he do ? And in the midst of his medi tations the girl raised her face and again their eyea met. "Teresa!" The name burst involun tarily from his lips. She started and blushed, but this time did not flee away. She looked up at Lionel. "Si, signore," she answered. -' ' "That is a pretty flower," said Lionel; "will you give it to me ?"' She made no reply, but put the blos som into his hand. And so the ac quaintance was made and the two . chatted away in the sunshine. II. Lionel had gone to Tomasco Cecchi's lodging. "But your daughter is not strong enough for such work !" said he, in con clusion to a long harangue. The old man shrugged his shoulders. "Poverty," said he, "is a hard master, and Teresa is a good girl." "Too good to endanger her life in the toils of tbe Campagna. Think of the risk, the labor, tho heat, the foul even ing mists 1" Bat Tomasco looked back beyond the discomforts and remembered a time when tbe plains resounded with songs and laughter, and the wine was broached aria hearts were light. "I found my wife there," said be, "and Teresa may find a husband." Lionel instinctively drew back. A husband among those laboring peas ants ! impossible; for in bis eyes Teresa uss worthy to be the bride ot a king. "Can you not find a substitute for your daughter? ," and then he hes itated for Teresa had come into the room. "How much will it cost to get a sub stitute, Teresa X Teresa laughed. Giovanetta would pay it she could to go in my place," said she. "There are too many ready and willing to go." "Let them go, then !' responded Lio nel, eagerly. "The signore forgets we must have money," returned Teresa. Scarcely thinking of what he was do ing, Lionel had poured out the contents of a purse full ot English gold upon the table. The quick ear of Tomasco caught the sound; he stretched out his hand as if to clutch the ringing coin, but Teresa sprang between, turning a flashing face upon Lionel. "We are not beggars !" she exclaimed; "I work for my bread !" "Will you not let me help you ?" asked Lionel, in a low tone. "You cannot," she replied, in an equally low voice ; and the flash died out of her face, tor Lionel's tone was very humble and his eyes had spoken something to her that her heatt an swered. She gathered the money to gether and put it into his hands. "It must not be," said she, as he sor rowfully departed. "Thou art a tool, child !" said Tom asco Cecchi, when Lionel was out of hearing. "These English know not what to do with their gold, and we should Lave been all the better tor it." III. Slowly plodded the large, gray oxen over the plains of the Campagna; lazily sauntered the drivers at their . side. Here and there one heard the sounds ot merriment; there again were silent toil ers; here worn-out laborers who had crept into the shade and fallen asleep, and above stretched the blue heavens, still and cloudless, over the gray and purple sweeps of far-off landscape with here and there a patch of sun-gilt water. All this Lionel saw, for he had ob tained a lodging m one of the large stone farm houses, since money will ob tain anything; and the fair, delicate looking, generous Englishman was pop ular among the poor Italian peasants. Teiesa knew that he was there, but she avoided him ; and he, seeing thi, only wa'ched her from a distance, and gave no token that she was more to him than any other laborer on the vast plains. He had seen Tomasco and his wife before lie had followed to the Cam pagna, and they were amply provided tor during their daughter's absence. Lionel Alerton had fallen in love, and he sat down and took the matter int j deliberate consideration. His first thought was that Teresa was a queen ; fit to be the wife of any man was his second; why not of himself was the third; and that she should be, if possi ble was the fourth. Yet how to pro ceed was the difficulty; he felt, with all the keen sensitiveness of an Englishman to absurd situation?-, that lie was some what absurdly placed at the present moment; for Teresa, calmly pursu ng her work, gave him no opportunity of addressing her without bringing the eyes of the multitude upon himself and the handsome maiden. IV. Teresa was the one to break the silence. She feared the pestilential breath that comes with the chill blasts and heavy dews after the burning heat ot the day might take effect on Lionel Merton. She noted a lassitude and feverishness which he imputed to Ids state of mind, and suddenly she appeared before him. "Signore, you will flee from hence or you will die !" "And you will have killed me, Ter esa." "No ; it is the poisonous mists ot the Campagna." "What brought me hither to breathe them ?" "Ihe signore forgets that I begged him not to ttrnk ot so rash a scheme," replied Teresa, evading the question. "For me who is accustomed to the changes, it is safe ; for the signore it is death, and he must go." "Whither?" "Back to Frascati, if he so wills it ; or, better, perhaps, away from Italy." "I cannot live away from Italy ; it is my life, my hope ; and here I can study art and make myself a home. Here I can be happy, and yet you send me away !" "I have told the signore that I am not ' fitted for his wife. Besides, my duty is with my parents ; I must tend them until they die." " Yet you leave them now ?'' . "Only for their benefit." "It would benefit them more if you were my wife." But Teresa 6hook her head mournful ly. "2fon e possibile" she said decid edly. "Yet you love me, Teresa ?" "Yes," said she with emotion, "but I must do my duty. I have made a vow not to marry as long as my parents live." "It is a foolish vow,' said Lionel. "It is nevertheless a vow," she said firmly. "Signore, you must go. Addio, addio !" But as she spoke a sudden shivering seized her ; the fever she had dreaded for Lionel had fallen upon herself. Teresa bad but few friends among the laborers in the Campagna ; but one wo man, whom Lionel recognized as be longing to Frascati, was willing enough to undertake the office of nurse, in con sideration of the lavish payment for it, and to accompany her home when she was out of danger. Then Lionel turned his steps north ward, seeking no interview, for he knew that Teresa was firm in her resolution, and that it would be an insult to her piety and her sense ot filial duty to at tempt to shake it. So lie hastened away, hoping by constant change and excitement to drive her image from bis heart. i He passed the frontier, and then the cold north winds began to blow ami he could not face them, and Lionel Merton learned that his only - hope ot life was indeed in Italy. It seemed almost as though fate were bidding him return, and so he passiyely resigned himself and' retraced by slow degrees the way to Frascati, delaying as he drew nearer and nearer to it, and yet with every inten tion of seeing Teresa once more. He took up his residence at the inn again, but saw nothing of Teresa, nether did he hear of her until, making inqui ries from the innkeeper, he found that immediately upon her return from the Campagna her parents were taken ill and were now m the last stages ot dis ease, and that they were poorer than ever. Bat Lionel shiank from intrud ing, although he and the old Cecchi had been verv friendlv. Still Teresa had a conspmncnoco f his presence in tho constant supplies of an neeuea ror me suuerers at the hands of the innkeeper, and she did not refuse them, for she was almost worn out with her vigil and perhaps regarded this un expected assistance as an answer to ler prayers, and therefore not to be flui2 ungratefully aside. A lid then came the end. The Death Angel closed the old man's eyes and the mourner carried him to his grave soon to be followed by the wife who had journeyed with him through the world. And then Teresa was left an orphan, alone in the world. And then Lionel Merton once more said : "Teresa, you love me?" And Teresa replied as she had dono before, "Yes." But this time she add ed, "The vow that parted .us is accom plished, and I am noongor forbidden to be your wife." Jean JBoncwur. A PRINTER'S CAKE. Among many good things of its kind the following, from the Chicago Times, as expressing both the fidelity and fer tility, ot the reporter and the technical ities, the brightness, the strength and weakness, the humor and frailty of the "craft" the craft of crafts is one of the best. It is safe to say that, none but a printer could have made the report. "You are a printer ?" said Scully, as a rather good-looking young man was run from the bull pen into the chute at the West side court. "'Yes sir." "This is your first 'case?' " "It's the first time I ever worked at a 'case' in this 'alley.' " "Did yon get drunk ?" "The boys 'set' it up and gave me the 'siring.' " "I don't fathom your remark," said his honor, putting one hand to his ear a;id bending forward. "They 'proved' the 'matter' and then they left me on the 'stone' for 'dead.' " "I mpossible ! Dead ? Deserted you in the snow drifts. Or do I get the right glimpse ot what you are trying to show ? "I will 'correct' it, myself with your permission.'' "Do so ; go on." "I was soon 'alive,' and when I was 'shoved over' 1 n -as 'standing.' " "Young man you narrate in parables. Can't )'ou elucidate ?" ' "I will try, judge. They put a 'good heading' on me, and gave mo a promi nent place at the top of the 'column' " "Young man, you are getting the court muddled. Come to the point." "That's where I came to at last ' full stop.' They 'locked ire up' " 'Yes, now I understand." "And "planed' me down with the ma' lei' "Now I don't. You won't stick to the rule " "If I had stuck to the 'rule' the stick' would have saved me." "I don't get on to that." ."Neither did I. It was I who 'got off.' " "Well, go on, go on," said his hon or, tipping back his chair with the res ignation of a man who gives ujj his seal in a crowded car to a woman. "They put me in the 'chase' " "What Chased you? Impossible! But go on." "And then they got out their 'shoot ing stick.' " ."Now, look here, do yon mean to say that they had to pull their revolvers ou yon?" "Not exactly, but they took a mallet. Then they sent me to 'press,' and here is the 'impression,' as you see " "Is there anything the matter with you, young man?" "No, sir ; I only ask to be 'deliver ed.' " "I am told by a friend of yours who has just climbed down from the back of my chair that you have spoken in the technicalities ot your profession, and that you swore off on the first of Janu ary, hut you were pursuaded by a lot ot boys tliat the old year hadn't ended and sa yon fell. If I let you go, with an almanac with a list of the eclipses, ao.d tell you when it will thunder, will you promise never to look in a grocery again; never to take another drink; never to go out with the gang, never, never, no, never sit up all night, and you will use your efforts, to the best of your ability, to bleach your nose? Do you swear it?" "I do, with 'italics.'" "Then go away, and be good." A Curious Illusion. A West Hill man got up in a vague state ot mind, the other morning, and feeling around in the dark for his socks, got hold ot his wife's stockings. When he pulled them on and stretched them up, he felt so completely dressed that be didn't think of putting on anything else, but went mooning round till he found a lamp, and fell to the floor in a fit of terror at sight of his legs. When they restored him to consciousness, they couldn't make him believe that the house hadn't been burglarized by a circus clown or an es caped convict; because, he said, "I saw him the minute I struck the match, just as plainly as I see yon now. Nobody's safe in these awful limes." . Don't spend too much time laboring for the good of posterity a thousand years to come. Get up a good dinner for your own posterity to-day, and yoa will be, doing about the right thing. THE STRANGS3CS BEDFELLOW. An eastern newspaper prints the fol lowing letter : I haven't dated this letter, because I don't know where I am. I am about nine miles from Julesbnrg at a little set tlement on the South Platte. At day light to-morrow I am to catch some of the finest salmon yon ever saw. They wiil not bite at any other "lime f day. I suppose they learned this disagreeable habit ot early breakfasting- from the "bullwhackers" who navigate these plains. I am stopping at a little hotel about 30x80 feet. The scarcest thing is lumber, the settlers having to pay so many dollars a foot for all they use, be sides what they brought in valises. The landlord is from Pennsylvania, and seems 10 be doing a thriving busi ness. By dint of hard talking and lib eral promises I got a room to myself. It is just large enough for the -bed and a candle box set on a chair, upon which I am writing this letter. It is in one end ot the building, and seperated from the next room by a bedquilt, which ou must crawl under to come in or go out. But it is my room, and, after the jolt ing I have had upon the Indian pony, I expect to have a good night's Was" ever a poor pilgrim in such a fix? Just as I had written "night's" above, and had "sleep" upon the point, ef my pen, I heard a knocking on the outside of the bedquilt. "Crawl un der," aid I. Enter the landlord's daughter, a bux om young lady of seventeen years ot age I should judge. She opened her rosy lips and spoke as follows : "Mister, don't take off your clothes to-night when you go to bed." "Why?" "Because I am going to sleep with you." "Well, if you have no better reason than that" "Hush! Shet np ! You told par that yon would not sleep with a man." "Had rather sleep with a wet dog." "Well, 1 have given up my bed to a sick man. I have been hard at work all day, and have to work to morrow, and cannot afford to set up all night. That bed is wide enough for us both. I shall stay on the back side, and if you don't stay ou your side, you'd better, that's all." As she said this she raised from her dress pocket an infernal jack-knife, such as farmers use in trimming truit trees, and then it fell back with a chug. I comprehended the situation in half a moment, and unto this maiden I quoth a- follows : "Miss, young lady, your intentions may or may not be honorable. Ir am traveling entirely by myself. My natu ral protectors are miles and miles away beyond the boundless prairie, ignorant of the perils which may beset their idol. Thus far I have not been insulted by your sex. I am a man of few words, but they are always emphatic. I will give you part of that bed, and that's all I can do. If you attempt anything contrary to this firm determination, by St. Joseph, my patron saint, I will shoot you right through the midriff." As I concluded, I laid a Slcum pis tol upon the candle box. A low chuck le outside the bedquilt gave evidence that pater familias had heard and ap proved the arrangement. My antagonist laughed, and saying, "Jlif !er, I reckon we understand each other," bounded over to the back side ot the bed. TLere she is now, pretend ing to be asleep. I CJm't do anything. Talk about trials of the earlier saints about being broiled over live Cals about being flayed alive about beir. broiled m oil. What was all that to this. thing- His Influence. A good Detroit citizen, who has the cause ot temperance at heart was yester day traveling up and down Michigan avenue to watch for topers and to c:ax them to sigu the pledge and mend their ways. He got hold of three hard cases at once and took them to a boot and shoe store to argue the point. Thwy were willing to listen, but obstinate about signing, and the good man went out to secure more influence. He met a butch er whom he had long known, and, ex p'ainmg the case to him the butcher re plied : "They won't sign, eh ? Well, now, you see if they don't! They know me, and they'd put their names dowu like a streak of lightning !" Entering the store, he unfolded the pledge, and to the first he said : "Tom, I want your fist to this." "I'd ruther not." "You put your name down there or I'll give you the worst thumping yon ever got, and don't forget it," yelled the butcher. Tom signed, ni tbe man ot meat crooked his finger at Jim, who didn't hesitate a minute. The third one didn't know the butcher, and he said he would not sign the pledge for no man. "I guess you will I guess you will !" said the butcher, as he rolled up his sleeves. "I'm coming now !" lie took the toper by the throat, flung him over a box ot boots and into a corner, and in thirty-nine seconds from the first dash, the toper called out : "Let me up and gimme the pen !" He signed, and tfcen placing the three irr a row in front ot bitn the butcher said "Im temperance all over, and my whole heart is iu this work. If I catch either one of you guzzling any mote drink, I'll tie you in a knot around -Se lamp post and pump you out with a fire steamer! G'Jang now and see if you can't convert some one else !" The first translation ot the Bible ever made by a woman is to bo credited to Julio Smith, one of the famous Glaston bury sisters. The requisite classical and theological knowledge she bad to acquire entirely by herself, as her stud ies were begun a day before colleges were thrown open to women. Arnold, the writing-fluid man, bas made a million dollars by it. That's the. sort of au ink-come to have The Strong-eat Man. Frederick Barnaby was educated at Harrow, and thence proceeded to Ger many, where, under private- tuition, he acquired an unusually perfect acquaint ance with the French, Italian and Ger man languages, and incidentally imbibed a taste tor gymnastics. At sixteen he, the youngest of 150 candidates, passed his examination for admission to the army, and at the mature age of seven teen found himself a cornet in the Royal Horse Guards. At this time his breast seems to have been fired by the noble ambition to become the strongest man in the world. He threw himself into the pursuit of muscle with all the ardor since shown in other directions, and the cup of his joy must have been full when a precise examination led to the demon stration of the fact that his arm meas ured round the biceps exactly seventeen inches. Ilis playing at Aldershot was a dumbell weighing 170 pounds, which he lifted straight out with one hand, and there was a standing bet ot 10 sterling that no other man in the camp could perform the same feat. At the rooms of the Loudon Fencing Club there is to this day a dumbell weighing 122 pounds, and Captain IJarnaby is the only member who can lift it above his head. There is a story told of early barratk days which brings pleasantly up a remi niscence ot theTichborne trial. A horse dealer arrived at Windsor with a pair of beautiful little ponies, which he had been commanded to show to the Queen. Before exhibiting them to Ilcr Majesty he took them to cavalry barracks for disp'ay to the officers of the Guards. Some of these, by way of a surprise, led the ponies up stairs into lJaruaby's room, where they were much admired. But when the time came to take leave an alarming difficulty presented itself. The ponies though they had walked up stairs, could by no means be induced to walk down again. The officers were in a fix, the horse dealer was in despair when young Barnaby settled the matter by taking up the ponies, one under each arm, and walking down stairs, deposit ed them in the barrack yard. But Cornet Barnaby was as skiUful as he was strong. He was. one of the lest amateur boxers of the day, as Tom Paddock, Nat Langham and Bob Trav el's could testify by their own wed-earn-ed experience. Moreover, he fenced as we'd as he boxed, and the turn of his wrist, which never failed to disarm a swordsman, was known in more than one" of the capitals of Europe. Ten years ago everybody was talking ot the wonderful feat ot tne young guardsman who undertook for a small wager to hop a quarter of a mile, run a quarter ot a mile, ride a quarter of a mile, row a quarter of a mile, ami walk a quarter of a mile in a quarter of an hour, and who covered the mile and a quarter of distance in ten minutes and twenty sec onds. Fred Barnaby had, while barely out of his teens, realized his boyish dream and became the strongest man in the world. But he had also begun to pay the penalty ot success in the coin of wasted tissues and failing hea'th. When a man finds, after anxious and varied experiments, that a water ice is the only form of nourishment that his stomach will retain, he is driven to the convic tion that there is something wrong and that he had better see the doctor. The result of the yonng athlete's visit to the doctor was that he mournfully laid down the dumbe'ds and the foils, es chewed gymnastics and took to travel They Met by Chance. The St. Louis JKejntblican relates the following ae 511 actual fact lately transpiring in that city ; "Not long ago two ladies stood at tne shawl counter of one of the two leading dry-"ods stores in St. Louis. They were unknown to each other, but were each intent up.?u the examination o" shawls. One of tiib la dies was finally handed something that struck her fancy. She turned the arti cle over and over, with admiring ejes upon it, and asked its price. She was to'd what it was, and with a sigh laid it down again. 'I like it,' she said, 'it suits me jerfbctly, but I cannot afford it. Aly husband tells me we. must re trench as much as possible.' The sym pathetic saleswoman was about to re place the shawl upon its shelf, when the other lady t poke : 'You do not intend to tako the shawl, then, madam ?' 'No,' was the response. Then I think I'll take it. It suits me, too, and I was only waiting for your determina tion.' Then turning to the saleswoman the last speaker told her to do up the purchase, adding, 'Charge it to Mr. Ihe effect the name had upon the ladv who was unable to buv the shawl was electric. 'That's my hus band,' shrieked the lady, and there was a scene upon which the curtain did not fall at once by any means." Mrs. Flori's- Leo. A Missouri court has just had t-? pass upon a ques tion of some delicacy that of the value of a woman's leg. A market house roof was blown off in a storm, and, in its fall, crushed the lower part of Mrs. Flori's leg. Amputatiou below the knee became necessary to save the wo man's life. She brought suit against the city of St. Louis for damages, and the jury returned a verdict for 4,166. G6J. The determination of this amount was arrived at by each juror's putting down a thousand dollars, and then add ing $500 for the doctor's bill, the value of the entire leg being placed at $12, 500, Why it was that the estimates of the several jurymen were added togeth er, instead of being averaged, is not nar rated. But so it was, and the Missouri jury having tound the value of that which was lost. This part was decided to be one third of the whole, and hence it was that damages of $4,166. 66. were awarded. The city took the case up to tho Court ot Appeals, and tliat court affirmed the decision of the Cir cuit Court. So it was settled what the value is of the third part ot a womau's Milk biscuit, heated until crisp, make a nice relish for lunch or lor & sick person.. Matrimonial, Scene. Can yoa let mo have some money to purchase a new bonDet, my dear?" "By-and by, love." "That's what you always say, my love, but how can I buy and buy with out money ?" vAnd that brought the money, just as ore good turn deserves another. Her wit was so successful that she tried it again next week. "I want money, my dear, to buy a new dress." "Well, yon can't have it ; you called me a bear last night," said the husband. "O, well, dear, you know that was only because you are so fond of hug- It hit him just right again, and she got the money and something extra, as he left his pretty" wife and hurried off to business, saying, "It takes a fortune to keep such a wife as you are but iCa worth it" A WoNIfERFTJL Bkar Story. We are informed that on Thursday last a son ot Christian Hanson about 9 vears of age, went to a straw-stack near the stable to get some straw for horse-bedding, lie says ihat while putting out the straw a huge black bear seized him by the hip and started with him r the woods. The bear he!d him in such a way thH he could make no resistance, but after running half a mile and leaping a high fence, the beast seemed to get out of wind, and let him drop upon the ground, while he stood over him with his great red tongue hang ing out of his month, panting for breath. The boy says he seized hold of the lear'a tongue with both hands, and held on until he raised noon his hind feet and scratched him in the face with his fore paws so hard that he let go and ran. The bear did not follow, and the little fellow made the best time possible to ward the house. Mr. liaison was away from home at the time. The next day he and his neighbors followed the bear's track tor some distance, and the citizens of Helen will maxe it warm for Bruin if he does not return to his hole. Glen coe Minn.) Register. - Mrs. Hayes. Whatever opinions may be held as to her husband's ability, there is no question as to the superior worth of our new President's wife. Mrs. Hayes is a woman ot strong natural power of mind, and to this she has add ed the graces of culture. She is a wo man to whom affectation is a total stran ger. For years she has been an earnest worker in various benevolent and char itable enterprises, and in this, as in every thing else she has done, her course has been marked by a wise discretion. Mrs. Hayes will bring none of the vices of fashion into our Republican court. Her influence there will be decidedly of a conservative character. She has thus far schooled herself into believing that there is a higher mission for woman than a study of tho Paris fashions. The first choice of a seat at Mr. Ed win Booth's first performance in San Francisco was sold, it is recorded for 810 J. His first appearance on the stage was made before an audience ot small girls 'and boys in Baltimore, who were admitted to the juvenile theatre for au enormous fee ot two cents. The Chicago reporter who was booted by Fred Grant has never rallied from the kick, and is looking for a situation with some man who travels around ren ovating feather beds. Lnfcsl and Most Reliable In formation about the BLACK IlILlj, Northern Wyoming and tho great Indian War Will fkltt'nvs I " fnun1 iv 4 Ev Oldest Larirest. Clipanrs. in tno CllEYEXNE Slack and BKST PA- PER in Wjo- ming. Established in 18(57. DafTv, tl a month flOn year. Wceklv, & mo. $1 -6 mo. yt.-JO 1 year. $2.5 Hills II. Glacke, Pnolisner, Cbeyenne, Vfyty. FOR SALE t AVERY BE5.I2 BlE bup ines. lof C'xIOO fret nn Hi .nrni.p ..f Second unci WflIitrfrrt" sireets, AHany. Alo.Ensl2e. 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