The Paper for the. Stock
man, .Merchant anil
.Miner.
THE GRANT COUNTY
I
7'? Paper for the Farm,
the II urh'xhtii and the,
11 tune.
Volume XI I.
a-LYyOA' CITY, GJL'LYT COUNT i 0 11EGON, Til U IWDjI V, FKllltlMllV li,JSl)l.
Number 4(.
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MAB.
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Storv nf a Love Thrice Offered
and Twice Rejected.
(T row ibi- AryoKj.)
CIIAPTKIt II
lnnr jmm bad ttassod.
A vi ry sllont family nt at tlu lak
fan mule tlil August morning; tin
head o( the family hud descended in an
lirtialtlii mood: .mil his viouinn-fnlk, oh-
k. rvltijc the pucker on hit brow, n
nervously anxious to nvolil Balling his
attention to themselves.
"'I he eolTon Is colli, Mabel. It's
y strange that vo never have a decent cup
ot oollPtt in this house!
I'or nettrly four year our cousin Ma
bol hail been our Wp-fnlhor' wife) he
had Ionj; .il'o coasts! to smile ut her bo
nlk'nly, and censed to extol her virtues.
'I'lio toast Is tough," tm LTiimMiil
"My dear, will you lio (fixnl enough to
give llttlo thought to those domestic
JutltHV Thoro Is ono of your ohllilnin
Drying i that Sydney acaln?"
"I think so, dear," was tlio pintle,
nervous ruply.
"I thought I forliailo 1 1 1 tit to cry.'
"ton, hut hut, you forgot, Adrian
llu'a huoIi u baby too younjf to under-
stand."
'ot too younp to ho rulnoj hy n
uuiKoneo. Aiwr nrcak-rast you can uo
to tlio nursery .niil send SyJncy Into tlio
utiiiiy to mo."
"Adrian, you am so Rovoro with tilin."
"On tho contrary, Mahel, I utu tnoU
Rimtle. Hut one can not too early teach
ones ehllilreu to understand thu Innv
Itahlo eousco, nonces of thclrownactlons.
vWiou Sydney disturbs our comfort by
eryine; In a foolish and peevish manner,
we disturb Ms Idea of comfort hy seat'
iiik liltu without his toys for two or
throo hours, with his faco toward tho
wall In the corner of my study,"
. . I!ut "
"HiiuiirIi on the suhject, Mabel. Pray
uo not heuomo argumentative, mydear.
A painful silence ensued a silence ho
heavy and painful that Alice, my
youngesi hiHter, holilly hroko It.
"Mali, do you know that Ned Harnol'fl
(toliig abroad'.' Hols. 1 heard It."
Allen htllfered for her boldness; our
ttep.fathur looked nlowly in her dlreo
Hull.
" hen was that frock of your clean
Alice?"
"Yesterday, papa.".
"So I imagined, my dear," was the
uilhl-volccd reply. "No wonder thuhllli
from tlio laundress are extortionate.
You will wear no moro washing frocks
this summer. After breakfast you can
take ott that dirty dross nud put on the
hlauk horgo you wore wearing In tho
winter. You will wear nothing else tin
til I give you permission.
"I'apa, there's tho "llarnets' garden
party to-day.
"You can wear your black sorgo or
remain at home."
He roue as ho Hpoko, carefully brush
lug a speck of dust from his sleeve. He
had successfully depressed the spirits of
us all, and his own temper had grown
almost placid; tho creases In his brow
' bad .smoothed thouisclvoa out, and lie
went slowly and contentedly away to ad
minister reproof to his three-year-old
ho n in tho study.
I went out of doors Into tho garden
and there, half an hour later, Alice
joints! me. Shu was a pretty, graceful
girl of sixteen. hlio camo walking
slowly toward mo with a very woo-he.
Vm countenance. The sergo dress wait
badly made and too small for her; tin
material was coarse and thick; It wai
a last winter's frock and last w Intel
Altco had worn her skirts short, and
lately she had tasted tho dignity of
skirls that roaohisl her ankles.
"Look at me, Mali," she crhsl, tin
tears In her eyes, her voice Indignant,
oi pitiful, "Mali, tell mo truthfully, do
I iook aitsniiiv
"The droH is hideous, hut you look
pretty In spite of It," said I lovingly,
"l)ar old Mah! Oh, Mali, I uih tin
tables could he turned for a hit and we
could tie the tyrants. I should like to
ilroiw papa in a schoot-lioy jacket and an
I'lon miliar, and uiuke hliu wear his hair
long In ringlets."
Wo lauglii d. Alice linked hor hands
around my arm, and we strolled slowly
together down the garden paths between
tho trim bisls with their low, closely
uroppeu iMix-iMiruers. i longen to a si; a
ijinnllun; a simple uestlon enough, 1ml
It was only with an effort, after much
dellleratiou, that I atkisl It.
"Alio, who told you that Nisi was
going away'.'
" They wero talking of It at the Ci-drs
ycntcrduy.
"Ah! it's true then!"
" Home scientific expedition wants him
to come with them. I didn't listen ver
attentively hut they'regolng toexplore
Mime place, Africa, or Australia, ot
boine pluce. Ills mother was so funny.
.Mah! She's proud of his being asked to
go, but she wants him to refuse. She
says It's an honor; and then she forgets
the honor and says shn lias heard ol
tigers and r.Ktlesuake.s."
I made no reply. After a mlutlto Alice
clmttisl on again.
" He'll be away for a yoar or two If he
gons, Wo shall miss him, shan't wo?"
"Yon.
" IJon'l you think It's odd of lilm to
wUh logo?"
" It scouts to inn ijultn natural," I re
plied, abruptly, almost sharply. "His
stileullllu work Is most absorbing to blm ;
ho hotsomod more engrossed In Itotery
jvar."
"Hut ho ought to settle down and
marry ; Iio'j (,'cttlng so droadfully old."
"Noturyuld. 'rwonty-nlne."
" I wwmliir why huilouu't marry, Mub.
lo vou know what tho girls bue fan.
cltsl'.'''
. "No."
"Thpy havo fancloil lately that h
movant to marry you."
I turned sharply away, llendlng over
Ihc wn.t-ia, I plucked a sweot-scont-ihI.
many colored handful.
"Hut ho can't marry you If ho Insists
on getting eaton hy snakes and crooo'
dlles In ( entral Africa."
"IKin't, Allco!" 1 exclaimed, harshlv.
She throw her nrm In an Impulsive,
nanirting way around my shoulder.
"Poor old MabI you'ro not ere-
she ciiesllonisl.
".No. Hut don't talk llko thal-1
Jon t like It, Alice."
Alice reganlisl mo In silence for a mo
rn en L
"Wouldn't you marry blm If ho asked
you?" said she. In a thouirtitfcl ;une.
"No." '
"Ifeally?''
"Heally. Are you surprlsist?"
"Well, yes; you seo thoglrls alt fan
clist that you would."
Tho girls' voices roaohisl us from the
lawn, and after a few mluuttw Allco de
serted mo and ran acrocs the grass, and
presently her voice reachisl me with thu
rest.
1 strolled on, away from thu sound of
tlio merry chatter and laughter. My
heart was heavy, my steps seemed
weighted with lend; I had suddenly
grown loo weary to walk. A little summer-house
stood tcs!do the pathway; 1
entered and sat down on the rustic seat
and laid my arm on the rustic table.
I looked out with llxcd, unseeing eyes
through tho open doorway. Two or
three minutes passed; then between the
doorwaj and tho sutisliltiu Ned llarnot
stood.
"May I some In?" ho nsked. taking
the iirmlsslon for granted, and enter
ing e uu while ho spoke. Ho held out
m.
J.
'MAY I COMI, IN?"
his hand, and my tiaud was still in his
when he sat down, on the scat beside
me.
"1 hopisl I should find you ulone," he
said.
I smiles! In acquiescence; his tone had
a gentle meuulug as, or late, it had
often had; hut I would not uuderstand It.
"I came to speak to you, Mah."
Ills gray eyes looked down Into mini)
with a direct, frank glance. Ho still ro
ta I tu-d my hand and I let It rust there,
too proud to draw It away.
Mah, do you know what I want to
HIT?'
Yes. You aro .going away. Alice
lias just huen telling me."
I looked at him oiiletly, straight Into
his eyes, If four years had taught mo
nothing else, it had taught mi some
amount of Holf-control; I could speak In
steady tones, glauco at him with calm,
unfaltering glances, though my heart
was sick and sore and aching.
I am sorry you aro going," 1 said,
steadily, in tho regretful tone In which
a friend may s'k; "sorry for our
sakes. Hut for your sake I am glad. It
will he such a splendid opportunity."
He did not answer mo, lie rose from
his seat and walked to tho door. After
a minute I rose, too. Standing in the
doorway, leaning against tho creeper
colored framework, wo faced each other.
That was not what I cauio to nay,"
he ohsonod at last.
"You'ro not going?" .
"Whether I go or stay, Mali, depends
on you," ho replied slowly, looklngdown
at mo,
My vauntisl solf-iHisscsslon deserted
me a llttlo then; I was conwilous that a
wave of color swept into my face; my
glance fell, t was angry with myself
for the Mush: with an elfort I raised my
eyes and looked at blm again.
oil want my advice. ou must lull
ino all alsiut tho proito.sisl oxpmlltion
first; I scarcoty understand well enough
to anvHo you." -v
"I don t want you to advise me."
Ho looked down at mo steadily.
"Mah, you know what I want vou
know as well as 1 do. I have tried airaln
and again to speak to you-you know
that, too. You havo always prevented
me, nut now l must sneak. I love vou.
Mali; If you will glvo mo any hone. I
will stay in Knglaud, but If not If I
am no use here, If there Is no hope for
mo I may as well go,"
I hero was a note of deep feeling In
his voice that set my heart heating mad
ly, Joyfully, Hut next moment I was
reasoning with my unreasonable bappl
nens, bitterly smiling at It.
"Win do not believe In my love," tin
continued, In his tjulot, steady tone "I
nave ell your Incredulity, Hut you
must believe, MaK"
"I do believe," 1 returned. I bolloved
that ho luted mo, but I bolloved. too.
that liU love was basis! on pity, 1 he.
Moved that Itwasa forcisl growth, which
he had carefully fostered, and which, If
the care and encouragement which he
had bestowed ou it wero withdrawn,
would die an easy and natural death,
Pour J ears ago ho had learnt that I
lantl fur hlin; tho thought of my unre
in I ted love bad ialnist hlin constantly;
n had been very sorry for in very
grateful to me; ho had longed and
striven to pay Hit "ht ot altoctlon
which, unasked, 1 had bestowed. And
his heart had answered thu demand ho
nude usin It. Uo loed me. I had
witched hU lovo grow, road It In tho
lofter glances which nowadays he gavo
me. heard It In tho gentler, less mas
terful tones with which tie spoko to me.
Hut such love was humiliating more
humiliating than his Indllferenee had
been. He Imed me, not inimitably, but
ot ilelllierate, anxious desire.
"I no lielleve," 1 said. "I think you
love me- hut I think, too, that If you
try you will forget me.'
"Mh, yon aro cruel!" ho exclaimed
In a i(ulet voice, hut reproachfully.
no maiie no (urllior protest, no
stronger ilenlnl. Protests were not
much In Ned's way. but I etioso to Ig
nere that truth. In my pride and hit
terncss I e.hiwo to tell mself that he
knew he would. If he tried, forget. Iivo
whlrh Is IkimiI on gratitude and pity
Kill die an easy death when the bash
of gratitude and pity has been withdrawn
" on think mo llckle, Mali. Perhaps
1 ill-serve your Judgment; I havo proiod
llokle once. I shall not change again, I
think."
Ho iuallflod his astertion by "I
think," for Nod's statements wore al
ways tetiipor.-ite but them was little
doubt expressed In his volco and glance
no camo a step nearer me ami toolc my
hands In his and looked down Into my
eyes, lit spite of myself, 1 lot my soul
for one long blissful moment drink Its
nil of happiness. My heart danced; my
bead was light with Intoxtcatlnu' toy.
1 hen resolutely I struggled away from
the loto that tompted me; again I uallod
prt .e to my all.
Sod, tcdl me ono thing. Will you
answer one question -truthfully? '
As many questions as you llko
truthfully, you may Imi sure."
"Did you line me at first Wcauso you
thought lli.t i lovisl you?"
"At llrst. perhaps m. I am not sure.
The beginning of my love dates a long
way hack.
i nre my hands from his, and put
tin m lightly together behind mo.
"Ned lately - " 1 asked "what havo
you thought? Hate you fancied I still
.tared for Jou?"
He hesitated for a moment. Then:
"Yes," ho answered, truthfully, "I hae
thought so. You hate often been fold
to me, and .sometimes a llttlo cruel; but
I iM-lli-io In your heart you love mo; I
have read your love In a thousand
ays."
"You havo been mistaken," I returned,
harshly. "You have read what doesn't
exist."
He was silent for a few moments' space.
"You do not love me, Mah?" he asked.
In a grit-ted tone through which a thread
of surprise ran. That nolo of surprise
nrAivu my pride, which his sorrow
would havo otherwise softened. "You
used to loe me!"
"Why should I bo more constant than
you? I was a child no luuro than a
child. Why will you always remember
that childish folly against mo? One
outgrows one's childish loves and halo."
"Is thai my answer, MabV"
"Yes."
I turned away from tho door of the
lUinmer-hoiise; I went slowly u llttli
way along the garden path, lie followi d.
"You will very quickly forget me.
Ned," I said; and I i topped hastily. In
lime to check a sob that rose.
"We nt'tnl nut discuss that question,"
he replied.
"In a year or two you will he rather
glad that I refused you.
He half smiled. "You hold one view
ot my character, Mah, und 1 another."
he resuiiidiMl, quietly.
Very slowly we walked toward the
house. When we reached It, 1 smke
again.
".shall you go away?" I faltered.
"Yes. You havo decided that Milnt
for me." ho replied.
ciiAi-rr.it in.
May-day a breiuy, pleasant day of
alternate showers und sunshine. In the
garden tho laburnum tree is just touched
with yellow; tlio lilac Is budding; tho
trim beds are golden still with the last
of tho da Hod I Is.
As my step-father has Just reminded
me, this I.s my thirtieth birthday.
Mabel has kis-si j me in her gentle fash
ion and wished ino many happy returns
of the day; my step-father lias smiled,
and sighed, and slightly shrugged his
shoulders.
"At the ago of thirty, my dear, an un
married woman prefers bur birthday to
he forgotten," he remarks,
"1 prefer It to bo remembered," I re
ply, briskly, "Thank you for your good
wishes, Mabel.
"Thirty!" says my step-father in u
musing tone. "Thirty!" he repeats,
"I AM XOT AN OI.lt MA III IT, I'VI'A .'
and sighs. "Thirty! Well, I supiosi
an old maid Is useful In a family,"
I laugh. "I am not an old maid yet.
jiapa." f
"No?"
Ills mild Interrogative tonn Is certain
ly preuklng; my own louw has tome.
0-1:1 Xr
' Of I ft
fif 111 :
thing., 1 admit, of plnster-llke sharp
win as I reply.
"I feel quite as young as I desire to
feel."
i nat is Miistaetory. it Is not every i
one who at thirty still feels herself to I
bo an ornament In thu matrimonial I
market." v j
I turn away silently; but my sllencr j
serves no purisMo.
"An ornament- but reletratid to tin
shelf, continue my step father, In
musing tone, with a rotitcmplallvi
smile.
"Age has, at all events, Its advan
tnges, jwpa. Sarcasms at thirty fall to
touch one."
He professo not to hear me. "As far
as i can see, my dear, Harnet seems to
leave you to grace that shelf."
I havo carried tho pinafore I am mak
ing to a dtitaut w ludow. I, too, profess
to be deaf to the words which I will not
hear.
"Let mo give you credit tor onn vir
tue," the smooth voice continue. "You
are pvllcnt. You have milled ou Harnet
for thirteen year, and still are unwill
ing to regard the task as 1iomi1iss!"
I have said that sarcasms no longer
have the power to hurt me; but tho
IhkvhI Is vain. In spite of tny thirty
years I turn away now with burning
cheeks, with childish anger and with
tears springing to my eyes.
I take my work into the garden. Tho
garden Is quiet, for the children are In
the m hool-room at their Ichmiiis and mv
own sisters are all marrlist and tronc.
I'he lawn Is ch,-ly shaven, smooth as
dlk; the box-border trim as ever: the
beila ure guiltless of a weed. I take
the path which nltie usirs ago I took
with Alice, and I ston now as I stunned
then at tin little rustic suuiluiir-house
beside the pathway. I lean In a uiusng,
pensive iikmhI agalnsl tho framework of
the i ntraitce and look alwently before
me t the dancing branches wet with
rain, at the moving luittin s of light and
shadow that the branches cast uimiii the
path, at the lilies of-tho-iulley bvueath
the wall, nl the hisl when" by and by the
sweet peas w III blossom.
The swiet in an were blossomlnc on
that morning, nine vears ago, when Ned
and I stood here together. My thoughts
travel slowly hack ncrixtM thoe nine
years, ncall their history, and slowly
return to dwell upon tho prei.ent-the
Joys ami sorrows ol to-day.
.Many happy returns of the day to
you. '
I start and turn my head. Hound tho
path hi hind the summer-house Ned Inid
eotne suddenly uon me, he stands closi
hi side me, holds out his right baud ah
smiles in i-alin, friendly, unembarrassed
(asmon.
Thank you. You remember
my
birthday, thou?"
l es. .My memory Is very giMsl, Vou
know. It Is pjtrt of my i iiuipment as a
Hulcnltst.
Ned stands, as he stod nine years
ago, In the doorway facing un Nine
jears have aged him. He Is nearly
forty; his thick hair Is turning a lltth
grnv, his short, bushy heard Usprlnkled
with gray threads here and iheru, his
frank i scein to have rm'cdcd further
beneath the grave, thoughtful brows
ins ugure lias grow u more miuare, inori
set; the truth must he told, he look
uilddle-aed!
He looks graveiy and quietly nt tin
in.. . , . . . . . .
inn iiiiiiiiiit mis morning is very illlier-
i-ut from his maiiui r ou that far-awnv
morning of nine yi ars ago. No then
Is no suggestion of luvo-makliig. Ill
voice takes no tender modulations, his
glance does not linger long with soft
meaning on my face. I inn thirty; he I
approacning loriy- wo are grown pro
saic!
Prosaic?- are we? I can not .speak
for hlin; hut I can spjak for myself
Nine years ago my heart nevor ached so
badly, ueverhe.it so outokly, as It aches
and heats to-day. 1 stand In a quiet
ko, my hands loosely clasped bofori
me, and perhaps I look as calm as he,
hut the calmness Is surfaco deep no
more.
We stand and chat quietly nlmut
many things. For tho last few weeks
he has been from homo; and he asks me
about the small events that have bap
polled In hU absence; and I ask hlin
about tho visit ho has paid.
am not sorry to get hack again, "he
ays: hut he says It In thai sober, mat
ter-of-fact tone which ad in its of no Mat
tering personal Interpretations.
"You are tins! at last of traveling?"
"Not of trave'lng but of country
house visits," ho replies, with a grave
yet humoroiissmlle. "Yes. I believe you
are right." he admits, alter a moment,
smiling quickly hut gravely again, "I
am tlrml of wandurliii."
The African explorer Is bottling
down Into u May.at-hoiuo oountry
squire," I answer.
"l or awhile."
"You do not expect tho Jog-trot life to
Milt you?"
"Not for long." lie dotw not sigh,
and yet there Is a suggestion of a sigh
In the voice In which lie answers.
Whilst there are worlds to explore
you will never ho content!"
Ills gray eyes rest on mo. They do
not exactly smile; It would ho dlltlcult
to correctly duwtrlho the expression in
their depths. They rest on mo with a
long look; then he glances slowly away
at the slender ralu-ladeu branches of
tho laburnum, which sway lightly In
thu breeze and shake down showers of
rain-drops which sparkle in the sun
light as they fall.
"While life lasts, Mah, I shall never
ho content," is all ho says; but his tone
has a llttlo thrill of deep meaning, and
for a moment my heart stands still,
then ImiuiiiIs forward at a kihsIoiiuIo
speed that keeps me silent whether I
will or no,
l'or uluo long years the record of our
talk with oneanotbur has been u r coo id
ut safe commonplaces, liuperonul, un
emotional. Only at rare intervals
across that desert of year have 1 caught
i i;',.iic.-, a tone, that has made me won
h r win Hut the love I refused to take
it deiul? Nine years ago 1 put bappl
te .-. r.wtiy f i mil me proudly, luiH'luoiis
l. l.r nine yearn 1 have known regret.
Inn, lint hitter heartache. To day I
have. a rh.ips, too little pride, as nine
years ago I had too much. If I thought
he still eared for me, his silence should
not stand between us; I would let no
.en monies, no conventionalities spoil
our lives.
" by are you not content?' I asked.
My lone Is Mi ady with an elfort.
He turns his head find half smiles at
me again. "In another week," ho says,
as one wh) has ansiwinsl my question
and change his lone, "tho laburnum
and lllao will both 1h in bloom."
"Yes."
And then wo are ImiiIi silent.
"e.. we have been friends so many
jean." I plead, trjlng to snk easily,
frankly, pleasantly. In friendly fashion;
"friends are useless If they can not
giumhlo to one another! Twenty yearn
ago fifteen yearn ago wo used to pour
nit to ono another all our causes ut dis
content."
He looks before him for nearly a min
ute before he answers.
"Since then" he says and pauses.
"Yes."
"We have been both tnoro and less
than friends."
Does that prevent our speaking of
our troubles to each other?"
It prevents my speaking of one
trouh'o to you,'' he answered, simply.
How my hands tremble! I clasp my
fingers together. My heatt Is beating
so fast and furiously that I can scarcely
draw my breath; my thoughts leap for
ward to a Ixild resolve - a resolve too
Inihl to bo womanly a resolve so bold
that I dare not pause before 1 spi ak.
Ned, once you said you loved inc.
You have got over It your love?''
I'he reserve, the silence of nine years
Is broken. It Is I who have torn down
the barrier! And yet t have only nartlv
"M.II, IIM'i: till' SAID TOf I.OVI.K IIC!
destroyed It; he would like to hastily
pile up the breach.
'One gets over most things, Mali, in
time," he says. Hut I scarcely hear his
wonts: his voice bus a tiemor which
makes my pulses beat with Joy; his face
hctrav that the time of which he
speaks has not yet come.
1 scarcely know what I do, but I know
that 1 put out my hand and lay It ou his
arm.
"Don't get over It, Nisi," I say In tho
lowest of tones; and then, having been
the boldust of women, I suddenly be
come the silliest, and hurst into a Hood
of hysterical, foolish tears.
And leu minutes Inter Nisi and I are
sitting together ou the rustic seal; his
arm Is around me and his strung clasp
holds me close to hlin.
"You loved mo nine years ago when
vim refused mo?" ho siys, lucnsluloiis
ly, repealing a statement I have Just,
'twlxt laughter and tears faltered forth.
"Yes; hut I thoiwht you loved mi) out
of pity. 1 thought you would easily for
get." "And I thought my niter had hurt tun!
ilfeiided you. I thought your girlish
love for lite was dead. I resolved mil to
persis'tito you with my love, mil to .peak
to you again."
"And yon have carisl for mo all
these yeari?"
"All these yearsyes. And wo might
have lieen happy together!"
'And now I am so old, Ned!"
Old! Not so very old, Mali. If you
were younger, you would scorn your
fray-haired lover."
"Papa will call It a prosaic match."
Wo both smiled. Our eyes met, and
the smiles In our eyes deepen.
'Whatever bis verdict may lie. wo
can bear it with philosophy," says Nisi.
And again we smile.
"Is the match a prosaic one to you,
Mah?" ho questions, a thread of luiiL-bter
ami a thread of tetidoruos both running
through his tone.
.My answer Is a smile and a question.
"Is it prosaic to you?" I asked. "Oh.
Nisi, why have we throw u awny uo many
years of happiness?"
i'orhaiw the discipline hai been good
for us," ho whispers mildly. "livery
thing happens for the best to those who
to not take their lives Into their own
hands. Ant! you. Mah, am dearer,
sweeter to me than ever."
He gently lays my bond utxjn his
shoulder and folds mo In bis arms. My
heart Is at rest ut last. I would wait
another thirteen years for this happi
ness.
(lilt: l;i.
Pllll.AHi:i.l'lll V is hiivlni? trouble over
the color lino in the nubile Md,.,U
There Is n strong prehldice tiiruliist
mixed schools fr w r(Mvli ,! t
resulted III the establishment of a large
itutnlwriif "isihintl miIiisiIh."
A LAW has Ikvii iiuiuhnI In Kiiii&iis bv
which the district inav stdfet nml own
such tevt-lMXilii. us thev cIiih4i. A
Itiuiitlty of text-lsMiltN will he iiurcbiiKl
for the schools unit phusd ut the ills-
ssil of the pupils, thus vlrilullv
malting biml.s free.
ii n .'j iww'i'v
i r rn: v.
FOnCIGN KHAGMENTS.
IsChinii lew limn rio.oou ollli-lnls suf
fice to rule, In ti mm I jvrfecl manner,
oue-thlnl of the world . . Inhabitants
'I'm: odolivelsi bus lieen l. tint 1 mi the
Mindy plultis nf llniiuh nhiii-jf this Milli
liter, much larger olid liner thitii thine
of the Alps.
A sintvio: of carrier pigeons Is to Im
established ln'tween '.nintllmr mid Utile
Nynvm, In Africa. The stations vv III lie
thirty utiles apart.
In two of the laiinloii clulta when' the
chief liutlem have Won In nlllce for
forty years, till gold nml silver change
ts wnsheil liofore Ising piveu to the
iiiciulers.
I'lNiiiMtMov over ti latyeimt t of V.u
niH ulw iiys hill the fish re. mmi its they
tulie them out nf the water, itiul do so
upon the ground that it Is Wter fur the
llt'sh of tin- fish that It Is- hilled nt
once.
Tin: most nstiiulshlilg novelty In Parts
Is a calculating machine Inveuiiil by M.
llollce, of l.e Mans. Hy iilmply turning
a wheel It mills, laultipllc, or divides
any uumlicr of figures tip to Ilium of
fifteen, and with iiniiulug rapidity.
Hl.ANM.'T ure loaned to the jmnr,
during the winter iiiiiutliH, free nf cost,
hy it Uind-heiirted cltiioti In Hrutis
vvlck, (Icriuaiiy. They nie f.tuniKil. to
prevent them front being Mil, I nr
pawned, ami they ure returned ut the
close of the cold u outlier.
'I'm: Dutch have an original way nf
collecting the tiiM-h, If, Hftor due' no
tice has Wen given, tho money It not
hout, the nuthurities pluce one nr two
hungry militia men in the Iii,um, to W I
bulged nml maintained ut the eciii.e nl
tho defaulter until the iiiinmut nf the
lav Is paid.
A mm:-m. iii-iii ii lad nt .ln'ihiilKiiv.
India, Is under arrest fm- having hurled
lillve his younger b.'i. titer, iifcotl three,
lie nilmlts the nlfetihe, and iilatch that
he nml his brother wctv orphans lie
hail to Wg for n living, and un he omhl
lint take the ynuuirstt'i-iiIhiiiI vtllli blm
he thought much trouble would W
saved by burying hint.
Tilt: latest vuiiatiiui nf the conjurer'
lsi trick, pert.. lined by Mr. Ilerla in
London, iiu.iiiieles u mail nml tiudhi'lts
h.n In ii li:tnl. and then i.usp. nib. hint
III inlu-alr. I'uitaiiin tuv tin u drawn
nioiiiul hint, hut nut rem bill;.' within
severnl feet t,f the jf ti n 1 1, t . In it few
M-cntitls a vvniiian Is fniiud In the place
of the uiiin, nud the man himself U in
the audience.
PAY OF NEW YOHK DIVINES.
Illsnup l'nni:u is ct lies jtO.nou it year
With ii hi, me rent i.f t'S.lsh).
Illl. Dll. I! UNM nnti, t.f St. lienige'i
hi. feh, I'etx s.(MO and u iv, t.iry.
I!l. Dll. HlinWN, of Nt. i'hiiiim,.
Church, is paid BM.tHW. with a leetury
l!l.v. Dn. Dun vi. n, reeturiif llict'hiiivh
nf the Ascension, nvelvvi Sfl,lua nud o
rectory.
Kl: Dn. h'irilitliiii:. of the Min-u
Avenue Iteforiued Church, receive
IU.I)Jl). lir.v. Dn. Tinmesos-, nf the Miu11m.ii
Avenue Presbyterian Church, gcttlilo
OOO it yenr.
lUv. T. Dr.Wirri'Ai.MAiii:, I), p.. has
a i.:ilary nf Io,oihi mid collects us much
iiinre f i mi lilKeilitnti.il work.
U:v. Dn. Mhiioan Dix, rector of Trin
ity Chuivli, has it mi I ii ry nf Sl'J.tmu with
mi allowance fur u house nf ubtiut
M.lllsi.
l!i:v. Dit. P.vxtov receives gi'j.tMX) a
year nud has no n-ul In pay, fur his cun
iri'egtitluu hiive ifiven hlin u battiUutite
dwelling.
I!i:v. Dn. DfxrisiiTov, of Orace
Chinch, receives grt.oou in addition In
the use of it rectory, which would rent
(or I,0imi.
Itcv. Du. Auriiri! Hiiimii.s, brother nf
Phillips HriHihh, get ;.. I m n ) mid a ree
tnry us the pastor nf the Church nf the
liieniimtloii.
It:v. Dn. K.u ii:l:i.i:i:. nf Culvury
Church, Is given the rout nf n IiuiuIhoiiic
rectnry live risking tiraiuerev Park ami
So.uoo in cash.
ltl.v. Dll. Iilil:i:it, nf St. lliirtboloinew -.
P. K. Church, receives gN.IIOII, hi:, boil -'
rent and the premium of uu ,iiiiiiii, ,. ;
on Ills life nf S-Ml.iKkl.
Ki:v. Dlt. .Inns II a l.l. receives u shlaiy
of UIK.tioO a your, in addition to u house
In 11 ft h avenue adjoining his dumb
whoso rental would W nt least M.uon.
ItKV. Dll. W. M. i'AM.lilt (C.lllrega
tloiiallst) nf the llroadwa,, TaWi-uuc!.-,
recti ves H 111, 000 a year n.iil. in .iildltlo i,
his enugregulinii Is i.uld to pay the pre
mium of uu liiMirtinec on his life for
Or the well-known Coiigregatlnnal
ministers of Ilnsihlyn. Dr. I.yiuuii Ah
Ixitt receives S1II..V10, Ids,. Storm unit
Hehreiuls lil.ooo each nud Dr. It. It.
Meredith, nf the Tiimphiiuv Avenue
Church, St.iHHl n year.
EXTRAVAGANT WOMEN.
Saiia HcitSUAiilii's traveling kit con
sists of forty-eight triiuhh, weighing In
nil over two Ions.
Miss M.im OAiilirtT, of Hiilliiuor,',
has it hath In her home lined with Mcv
Iciiii nny x that cost pi. tsKl.
As American lady has a line Wd
kteml Inlaid with real hmi.. Aern..,.
the top runs a hniM. rail, mi which the
owner's name U wrought in s iiiis
Mas. II. Mclv'vt Twnvini i i . if Now
York, Is said to own the Inn-si furs t,f
any belle In that city. She has on,
liiaiithi nf Itllsnluu sable which cie.t
illl.lMHJ.
A.N Aiuerii'iin wonian with h pn-ttv
fisit mid well-llllcil pure i-. luvii.;; all
order filled bhriNitl for - p.iii .of U..I.,
to Is- eiicriisttil with prceiine, -.time.
IMdcntly the fair diplomat ilesirei. t i
call uttfiit Inn to her hhaH-ly f.il
Miw. IIiiaiii.kv Ma in 1.4 has ptirchuMtl
In Paris tho crown of Murlo Antoinette
not u coronet which In picture booh .
"chorally docs duly fur a crown, but u
Ifi nuliio velvet cup, v. Ith Ihc In- ljnl ,.f
r. ...tltj finlilnonel tisti It In precious
stones,
Mlt. r.vtvnw IIi.aivi!, nee McOne.
inlck. pihl 1,71 for her new Uib.r'tt
bus Im-t mid ti.iuuenu. The furniture
nf the tolli lU' liaaUt Is lv.ry UmhhI.
with the fmully inoiiKgrnin Vuimtisly
lii' rllesl hi sllti r, turititiluti and i,tnll
tlhiiuoiiiU.
- .
Kev. T. I)e Witt Talinaye's New "Life
of Christ."
A book wlliell Im Hiiro til lmv oront
IK))iil;trily, ami hninuiise aalo, both
krati.so ol itn interiuliiij,' ntvlc ami
its Hiipurli ilhmtraliiiim i'k "From
.Manger to Throne." a new lift of
ChriHl nml a history of I'alt-iitino
ami its koiIi in'cluilinj; r. Tal
niiti'' tti'eoiint of liis faiiiotis jour
ney to. Ihroujjh ami from tlieChrlst
html. Tho work which in Hplentliil
ly printed. rontaiiiH nearly TDOIaigo
Hied p:tKi'H, tlx 1 1 inrhfrt." It is il
luHtralinl with inon- limn ItHJ uranil
illnstrationH, amont; whieh ait nc-
curato ropios of nearly '2iH) of Hie
lamoiiH paintin-.s of the old niaslur.i
which have Kt loill! eillielieil tint
pillericM and calliedralH of Kuropc,
hut were never In-fore published in
America.
He trcatM Ihc slorv of the Saviour
with meal icvcrcnci', with une. pee
led tendcrncsfi, there beine nontrain-
iitK lor cUcct. Tin. worl: in. a hiso
rv, and in no way tn'ctarian, ami in
therefore one which everv f Mirisl i,m
may lead with titlvantnyo.
It will do Kimd, instruct ami en
tcrt.iin thicc thincjH K0 f,,w wri(Crrt
accninjili.sh in a i;inglc voluniu.
t In speaking, of the work, tho Now
Vorl; Herald prcdietH an:tloofa
million copies fr the lirHtycar. Tho
book will be mild only bv mibm-rip-lion
and agentH arc wantcd.to whom
liberal IcriiiH arc oll'crctl.
The wcll-knotvn and cntcrpriHinc'
publiHlicrs, thu Pacific I'ubliHhinu
Co , AiiiMvorth Hlock, ;td anil Oak
Sin , Portland, Or., are the nolo eon.
oral ugcntH for the Pacitlc (Joust.
N c call attention lo their adver-
tiMcment in another coltiinn.
A I.OVm,Y WOMAef
orrrlirsiil otto tar of hrr. " Ilr liMrrn
lin-j aliitedl" Vr,M rctntU.l stiu In
tllaimntlr, "mid It hcsrrnonlu'" lluihlr
lioalih inantlrd Iter chrok, yet tkli twautN
lul Isiljr, onco Kiln siul plc, nd iiiHiirlim
Iroiii a dry. hacking ooiiuli, nlht wctj.
kh,l iplltlmfof I.IihkI, ivimol Jrtllnn.1 to
till a oontuiniUvo' travu. AfUr epoiid.
Iiif tiumlrcdt of Oulltri on pbrilclsm.
wiihout iM-nrdt. ilia ttlod I)r. I'lorcss's
tlolilcti Hivllrnl Jlin-orrrjr; her Improve
nml wh mioii inarkpil, snd In tew
monlhi iho wiu pltiinp and roiy ataln.
prrft'il plcturo of health an, I itrvnith.
'llilt on,i rful "Dnldnii Ucillinl llltrov.
rry." now world . faiuo.1 ua a rrmixlr for
;-iiMitiiion. which Ii roulljr lunf-acror.
uls. It nut on! an sclnionlmJi il rainr.ly
fui that ti-rrlhlr '"'! milaJr, whrn takiut
hi tlnio tnl (Ircn a fair trial, hut also
for al forma of Hcrofuloui, (tkln nml
tirli llU.i.vn'a, M Whllo Huclllnga. Jvrr
aona, llip-jolnt IlU-asc, Unlt-rhriun, Trt
tcr. hrioina. JlnlU, Carhuncln, Itrraterlaa
and Minimi sllinuiita. All acalr, cruitr.
Ili'lihnr, truul.li-Ajino ruptloni yM, rrail.
II r to iu vtirsllT jiowrts. It lurhruratni
tlin liver, enrleliri tho hloo.1 and iroinotivi
all th Ixiitlljr riliirtlniia. It It thu eiilr
liver, hloo.1 and lunc ramnlr. told hr
lruuy .lt, lini.r a io1Uto gtiaruntao
thai it will do all tfiitt K rrooiuuifttidoJ
to, ur money paid for It will ho rafuuiletl
$500 a
' , , ntTcrn.1 tor an
. . 1 liiciirabli nuu of Catarrh
.J "' "ln "i-a.l, hy th prtip.
Urrk Itciuedy, w i.uu, by dfUCKliU.
NEW RESTAURANT.
Canyon City, Or.
.!.. Chaniticrs, Propr.
This KiNtlaiiruiit lias recently lieon
o)iiusl, nml will fiiiniili .Mmdi or I.inN
ging ut liv ing nites.
A i.ioiiil foatiiro iibout thin house
is that no ('huntso cooks are employed
in the kitchen. tiive tho Hostatir.nit
a trial. Jai kmis (Jiiamiikuh,
Piojnietor.
( I in it I it Iho lniili liter, Nlrciiglli.
lis llit)illi;emlvuiirtcitn, i egiilulxn Ilia
liotiels, mill uio iiiitiiulcil i uu
ANTI-BILIOUS MEDICINE,
In in u I it rlu I ills 1 1 lt I lift r t it Iocs ur
vt lilel) t eciitfnlieil,ua Hit ) imssrsa itr
iillur irtiiurlli-i. In Ira-rlni; llict.aliii
I rent lliul poison, llemtitn, iuirmt
toulvtl. Huso sniull, I'rlru, aiJcts.
Sold Evox'ywliuro.
Onk-o.-M Alurriiy St.. Now Vorlc.
1ttK? i ci iJ
Tutfs Pills
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