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cm THE LOVE , UNKNOWN. . Bsrcrtbeart. you bar. sot known mi It Itmpcatorwte Tet, somewhere you shall own m. Heneath God's splendid skies; , . Though now life's broken chalio. No earthly sweets can win. -Some day, at Leva's own palace, - : Your arras shall take me in! " " - : : . .... Some day a rose will blossom - . -.-. White in the thorny ways, - ' f And on the dark Night's bosom Will fall the morning's rays: . Some day. when I am lying Pale from the storm and strife. Tour lips shall seek me, dying, And kiss me back to lifel , - Then will the bird songs, ringing, , ' Fall, soft ou fields of bloom: ' Then will tho streams flow singing Through groves of rich perfume! - Then shall the world benighted, The rarest splendor win, -And at bove's palace lighted "' Your arms shall take me iir! - Frank U. Stanton in Atlanta Constitution. STEALING- At JOSS. Clara Kingban was one of the pretti est girls that ever walked on two feet. When a fellow hove alongside her he couldn't help remarking the beauty of tier lines. She was as lovely as a clip per ship bowling along under a cloud of canvas, and that's saying a good deaL . .AH the men in Old Salem, Mass., were : madly in love with her, and no wonder. - Bat there was no lubberly landsman -good enough for her, 1 warrant you. She . had hauled down her- colors long ago wad surrendered to Jack Crowninshield, tbebig captain of. the-East Indiaman Ooromandel, lying down at the dock and taking in cargo for Colombo. The skipper was as smart a sailorman as ever took a sight at the sun and the Coromandel was as splendid a ship as ever flew the ' saucy stars and stripes from her monkey gaff. Mind you, I am spinning a yarn of times ever so long " ugo, when Salem was a busy, thriving maritime town with her merchants en gaged in the Indian trade, and when her ships, laden with oriental silks, spices, hides and other products, were continu ally coming into port. I was a lively lad in those days, having taken to the sea like a goose to the pond, and when my captain. Jack Crowninshield, got spliced to Clara Kinghan in the little stone church on the hill 1 was. there as large as life. . Tho skipper seemed more flustered than she did, and as they passed down -the aisle it was admitted that a likelier couple had never before been unitedat the altar. They went to Boston to spend the honeymoon, and 1 went back aboard, took off my Sunday-go-to-meeting togs 2inil wont nlofr wir.Ti tuv fur linidli All our crew was already shipped, as we were to sail in three weeks' time, and we were trying to see how pretty we ' could make the old packet look before we cast off from the dock and pointed her nose to blue water. Our sailors were neither Dutchmen nor dagoes such as one meets with in these degen erate days, but good Americans the finest seamen iu the world. Pompey. the coal black cook, was an American, too, and nobody could handle the fore sheet as well as he; and I tell you his t pork and beans was a dish that would make yon blubber like a baby for more and his plum duff wag so indescribably luscious that every Sunday forenoon while it was a-sizzling in the coppers you would find the watch on deck, all of them under the lee of the galley with .1 . r . . l . . . . uts ir ituny running out or tneir months as they inhaled the fragrant odors of plums and spice. Tho Coromandel was one of the fast est clippers hailing from Salem, and it was the ambition of every old woman who had sons to dispose of to get them aboard of her. Mothers used to bring . their boys down to the dock and waylay theskipper. Some of them-would fall down on their marrowbones and just beg of him to take their boys. It was a proud day for me when 1 was shipped, and on. that occasion I felt as haughty as a dog with two tails. This was my second voyage, aud the skipper took ouite an interest in me. 1 waa iriron charge of his cabin and used to keep his traps in order when at sea. the steward being a littlo old and shaky on his pins. The day before "the ship was to sail Captain Crowninshield brought his wife back from Eostou and installed her in the dearest little old fashioned cottage that ever was. It was covered with creepers and vines, and in the little gar den that surrounded it hollyhocks, sweet Williams and any amount of other scent ed posies grew luxuriantly and perfumed the air. ; . . Mrs. Crowninshield came aboard the ship that afternoon, and while her hus band was at the custom house getting Ids clearance papers and transacting other business she and 1 fixed up the captain's cabin. It did my heart good to see, that dainty little woman decorat ing the cabin with ribbons and putting - everything in apple pio order. The con trivances for his comfort that were evolved from her shapely little head "were so ingenious that I fairly opened any month with admiration. A lucky fellow was Jack , Crowninshield, always eating the fat and drinking the sweet of life. But while this labor of love was occupying the little woman's mind and 1)usy fingers big tears were welling up . in her blue eyes, for. tomorrow was the Lay of sorrowful parting, and she would not be likely to see that big husband of hers for at least two years. I fell in love with her at sight, and for nearly two years I dreamed about her. In the morning there - was a large crowd to see us off. When the skipper . Stepped aboard 1 noticed he looked sad and grave so different from his usual areckless and jovial appearance. Mrs. Crowninshield did not see the ship off. The strain would nave been .too much for her. They gave us three cheers as we spread our canvas to the breeze and sailed out to sea. The wind was fair . "and it was a delightful August day. "We gave her every stitch she would stagger under and Salem was soon out of eight. Nothing particular happened during the passage ont. The skipper confided to me that he intended to make a collec tion of curios' for Ms wife', who was a particularradmireV of -things from for eign parts. I was only . a youngster, as I have said before, but if the captaii-'had only known how .madly 1 was in love with" his wife 'he would, doubtless have kicked me around the decks. 1 think 1 Was fifteen years old :at the time, and was as foolish as 1 was- yonng. It is as tonishing what influence a kindly word from a pretty woman- has upon a sailor boy accustomed to fewer halfpence than kicks! ; Besides, - my love was akin to Spiritual worship. However," 1 made up my mind that if curios would make Mrs. Crowninshield happy 1 would do my best to afford her pleasure. So ' when we were bowling along through the northeast trades and the flying fish came aboard 1 used to pick out the finest and largest and pre-' serve them for- keeping, after the recipe1 of an old sailor, who was something of a taxidermist. These fish I would mount on panels of wood given to me by the carpenter, and with their wings extended with ingenious skill (though 1 say it who shouldn't) they looked quite ornamental. -: The captain did his best to make a smart passage. The Coromandel was in her best trim and was kept moving all the time. When we) got down to about 35 dega. south latitude, and were in hopes of getting a piping westerly breeze with which to run down, we were hampered by a dead calm! It was quite lucky for me, but the skipper fretted and fumed like a newly caught bear in a pit He wanted to make the smartest passage on record. .The -ship -was surrounded by flocks of Cape pigeons, Cape hens and an occasional albatross. The pigeons, which are birds of beautiful plumage, were-, caught easily with hook and line. All you had to do was to throw over your line baited with a morsel of salt pork and haul them in hand over fist. 1 caught several hundred and grew quite expert in skinning them and curing tho skins. '.They were all intended for Mrs., Crowninshield. - It was a triuiaphant hour for me- when 1 captured an albatross. 1 am an old, broken down man now, having been a sailor boy and taan for more than fifty years, and chiefly in tho southern trade. For voyage after voyage I have tried to catch an albatross with bait, but failed always. Cape hens the vultnr&f of the sea you can c.pture at will. They will bite f t any garbage. But the albatross is a cleanly bird and I never knew one to be taken with hook and line. This morning, however, 1 was on the forecastle head, hanging out a shirt to dry, when the albatross blundered on board. He was a magnificent bird, one of the finest 1 ever saw. He settled down on the deck and looked like a sailor that had lost his bearings. In a moment en sued a battle that, beat hollow the tilt of the Knight of the Sorrowfu.1 Figure in his duel with the windmills, i grabbed him by the neck and he thrashed at me with bill and wing. The watch below, bearing the noise, caine running on deck and rescued me, all covered with blood. For the next two days I was engaged on his skin. It used up -all my arsenical soap, and I had to get a bottle of red pepper from the steward to complete the task. It was all for Mrs. Crowninshield. Did any misfortune happen the ship after the killing of the albatross? Not a misfortune. The ancient mariner was an adept in romantic fiction. - You can kill alba trosses without any weather breeding results. I have no superstition, but I will tell you something gleaned from ripe experience. Fish, flesh and fowl may be sacrificed at sea without any su pernatural results. But 1 have never known a pig to be stuck aboard a ship but that either a gale of wind followed or something disastrous happened. This 1 will swear to. We got to Colombo on the hundredth day out from Salem a capital passage in those days. 'Every rupee 1 could scrape up was spent in gathering together curios for Mrs. Crowninshield. My father, a well to do Salem merchant, had thought fully placed iu the captain's hands a couple of hundred dollars to be doled out to me during our stay on the Indian coast. I bought a big cedar wood trunk with quaint silver handles, and in this moth proof receptacle I stowed away all my precious bird skins and mounted fly ing fish. My love grew madder than evei 1 had a letter of introduction to a charming English family living near Ka duwella. a Singhalese village on the southern bank of the Kalany river, about a day's journey in bullock wagon from Colombo. 1 easily obtained leave of ab sence while the ship was discharging her cargo, and spent a week there thoroughly enjoying myself. My host made things very pleasant for -me, and we took many excursions in the neighborhood5 that pleased mo much. One of the famous resorts thereabout was a Buddhist temple, irreverently called a joss. house by heathens and bar barians. Cut out of the natural rock, it was shaded by banyan trees, whose big leaves, shaped like a heart, quivered con tinually in aspen fashion. Inside the temple, which was guarded by a fat, good natured priest clad in a yellow robe, reclined the image of. Bud dha, leaning on his left arm. The priest showed us around the temple, and 1 ex plored every nook and corner. Carefully concealed behind a curtain was a little Cliche in which were arranged a number of little idols, evidently the priest's own particular Lares and Penates. One was the quaintest and most picturesque thing of the kind you ever saw. It was carved out of a block of teak, and was four feet high. It had three heads, each of which was supplied with three eyes of greenish stones which looked like emeralds. The priest wouldn't sell me this idol, and in fact looked quite offended when I offered to purchase it. . He was propi tiated and appeased, however, by the welcome gift of a rupee. " I was bound to get that idol for Mrs. Crowninshield. Accordingly I laid ins plans with what 1 thought was rare skill. 1 bought a little cauoe from a na tive for a triile and concealed it in the junglo near the river. 1 knew that if 1 attempted to steal the idol and take it to Colombo overland 1 should be detected. and probably murdered by the super stitious Singhalese. : Therefore the river was my sole hope. : The tide would carry me down, swiftly and . I .could reasily reach my sbips-.-sirrw V ovr; r..isvila.?o -. One pitch .dark night 1 made for the joss house. He fat old priest was asleep. You could hear his snores afar off. -There were neither locks nor bolts on the por tal, and two little lamps of cocoanut. oil served to make darkness visible. 1 knew the latitude aud longitude of; the shrine perfectly and soon had the idol in my grasp. Was it only imagination, that made me think it trembled as I hugged it to my bosom and made for the canoe? I launched my little craft and paddled vigorously down the river.' ; The current was rapid. - The boat struck a sunken tree and in an instant capsized. I clung to an overhanging branch for my life. Now a strange thing happened.'' 'The idol,' with a glare of baleful light' glit tering from its nine green eyes, 'swam up the stream, cleaving the water with the impetuosity of . a salmon .trout. .It .had suddenly come to life. ,-,This,, was 'too much for me I lost consciousness.' -? . When 1 recovered I was in my friend's bungalow. . It appears that a party of i fishermen going out to catch prawns for the morning dish of curry had seen, me clinging to' the tree. 'r They had recog nized me as the guest of the "Burra Sahib" and had taken me to his house. 1 made a clean breast of it to my host. He told me that it was impossible to steal an idol from the joss house. They al ways returned to- the temple. He took me to the shrine and pulling aside the curtain from the niche there sat the same old idol, as unconcerned and in animate as you please. How did lie get back? , " -. . "Come to the village with me," said my host. We went to the hut of a native carpenter, who was engaged in whittling out an idol almost the exact counterpart of the one I tried to steal. I bought it for fifteen rupees. "That one can never get away it hasn't been blessed," said the Burra LSahib. -' ' - . Eighteen months after leaving Salem we landed there again, concluding a most prosperous voyage. I hired a wagon, and packing all my curios was driven up to the house of Captain Crow ninshield, choosing a time when the 6kipper was engaged at the office of the owners. Mrs. Crowninshield was at home looking lovelier and more bloom ing than ever. She was kind enough to remember me. I displayed my collec tion and presented it, including the idol. She kissed the ngly faces of the monster. Then turning to me she exclaimed: "Tom Jackson! How can 1 ever repay you for your kindness? I am ever so much obliged." Then 6he paused for a few moments. Suddenly a bright thought illuminated her lovely countenance. "Ill tell you what, Tom," she ex claimed enthusiastically. "You can come up stairs and kiss my baby. He is nine months old today, and he is hav ing a sort of a birthday party!" A. J. K. in New York Recorder. The "Oyster" ot the Turkey. Many will recall the oft repeated story of the young epicure, Brillat Savarin'a Bon, who ordered thirty turkeys for his dinner. When his father reprimanded him for such extravagance on an occa sion when he dined alone, the youth re called the fact that there was one portion of the turkey which the father had al ways reserved for himself the very tid bit of the bird and. as there were but two small portions of it in each bird the order could iu no way be called extrava gant. This tidbit is known as the "oyster" of the turkey, and probably not one car ver in twenty can tell you exactly where it lies. It is not, as many suppose, a piece Of the white meat of the breast. The "breast is composed of only two dis tinct layers ou each side, the upper and lower fillets. The "oyster," in fact, is a portion of exceedingly tender dark meat, which lies in the hollow on each side of the backbone near and just above the second joint. By examining the bare carcass of a carved turkey the two hollows where the "oysters" lie will be easily perceived, and one will note that their shape is a long oval similar to that of a Rockaway oyster. Unhappily this tidbit is often ignored by the carver or is sliced with the second joint. It should be served intact to apy one at table who can appreciate the best bit of the bird. New York Tribune. She Wanted Codfish. She had come over to New York to do some shopping with friends from Brook lyn, whose guest she was. Her garb and bearing betokened an abundance of this world's goods, and her unreserved speech plainly indicated to other patrons of Delmonico's who were within sound of her voice that she had made some pur chases of a costly character. "Well, now for luncheon," she said, pausing in her talk about jewelry ."silks and laces. "What do 1 want? Let me see. Girls, let us have as nice a lunch-; eon as the house affords. Each of you give your orders." The taste of the three Brooklyn ladies ran to patties, salads, partridge, cold turkey; potato chips, sliced oranges and cream puffs. . The polite waiter made a note of those delicacies and turned in quiringly to the visiting lady. She care fully studied each page of the "bill of fare, and, after ascertaining what her friends had ordered,, she looked' the waiter straight in the eye and said with the air of one born to command. "Young man, bring me a large plate of picked up codfish." New York Times. . A Spanish Method of Luring Sleep. - - Cures for insomnia are very numerous, and before any man could try them all he would be asleep forever. A .way for putting young children, to sleep is of Spanish origin. It requires that the back from the neck to the waist be gently rubbed. Chicago News. Bismarck is what in Germany triey call a "chain smoker," that is he smokes from morning till night without a break, lighting one cigar with the end of the other. - "- w - A tctoas ssavwsw - An Auburn business man and a friend. were out hunting the other day. "A big hawk new- over . their beads and - they blazed away at him.?. The shot broke the bird's ' wing and he' came to' the ground," alighting on his back. - -He was unable .to "turn over and get upon : bis feet, but was lively, just the same, as the Auburn hunters found before , they suc ceeded in killing him. ,., , The business man placed the ramrod of bis gun in the hawk's big, grasping claws, all of which straightaway closed, like the jaws of an enraged: mud turtle snapping at a stick in the hands of ..mis chievous boy. ' With the. claws thus taken care of the business man's friend proceeded to wring the bird's neck. In the earlier stages of the operation the harder the friend worked the tighter would the hawk grasp the iron ramrod and flap its wings. r ,.. All this was fun for the hunters, who after a long struggle declared them selves winners of the scrap.' "They had hardly so proclaimed when the bird got nis wind., . and leaving, the ramrod .vi ciously attacked bis persecutors. ,: . ,' As fate would have it, the -business man's friend, being nearest, was the first to catch it. ' The hawk lighted on his wrist, and the way be stuck there, was a caution.- One claw sunk deep into the hunters wrist, and . he called loud and loner for mercv. The business man, ' seeing' that some thing must be done at the risk of his life, finally went to his friend's rescue. He got a good hold on the sunken claw. braced his . feet against a rock, and was successful in pulling , it out. As. the claw came out, the hawk fell back and in a moment was still in death. Thev found that the bird's wings measured three feet and ten inches from tip to tip. Maine Letter. " - Bad Blood Impure or vitiated blood is nine times out of ten caused by some form of constipation or indiges tion that dos up the system. when the blood naturally be comes impregnated with the ef feteniatter. ThcoldSarsaparillaa attempt to roach this condition by .attacking the blood with the drastic mineral " potash." The potash theory is old and obsolete. ' Joy's Vegetable Sarsaparilla is modern. It goes to tlie scat cf the trouble. It arouses tho liver, kidu.vs aud bowels to health ful action, aud invigorates the circulation, and the impurities are quickly carried oT through the natural chauuels. . Try it and uoto its delightful antiou. Cbas. Leo, at Bcamish's Third aud Market Streets, 3. F., writes: " I took it for vitiated bloo1 and while on tho iirst bot tle became convinced of its mer its, lor 1 could feel it was work ing a change. 1 trcl loar.sed, puvi- W'ifl nV generally, - '''T5' tied and braced mo aud everything is now working full and rcgula v .Vegetable Sarsaporeiia For. Sale by SNIPES 8l KINERSLY , THE DALLES. OREGON. LH GRIPPE By usine 8. B. Tlendache und T.ivpr fnro. anil H B. Cough Cure as directed for colds.. They were STJCCESSPTJtirjY used two years ago during the La Grippe epi demic, and very nattering testimonials of their power over that disease are at band. Manufact ured by the S. B. Medicine Mfg. Co., at Dufur, Oregon. For sale by all druggists. A Severe Law. The English peo ple look more closely ''to the genuineness of these staples than we do. In fact, tbey have a law under .- which they make . seizures and de stroy adulterated products that are not what they are represented to be. Under this statute thousands of pounds of tea have been burned because of their wholesale adul teration. " " - - - - - Tea, by the way, is one of the most notori ously adulterated articles of commerce. Not alone are the bright, shiny green teas artifi cially colored, but thousands of pounds of substitute for tea leaves are used to swell the bulk ot cheap tea d;;h, sloe, aud willow leaves bein-j those most commonly used. A?uin, swt-epiugs fr-.m tea warehouses are colored and sold as tea. Even exhausted tea leaves gathered from tho tea-houses are kept, dried, and madeovcrnnd find their way into the cheap teas. . The Euglibh govcrjiineut at.'empts to tfamp this out by eoua.'c-atiuu.- but no tea is too poor for U. and the result is, that probably the poorest teasiiaed by ouy nation are these Consumed iu America. " Beech's Tea is presented with the guar anty that It is uneolored and unadulterated; In fact, the suu-curea tea leaf pnro and sim ' pie. IU purity insurta superior strength,, aljout one third less of it being required for an infusion than of the art! aoial teas, and its fragrance aud exquisite ilavor is at once ap parent. It will be a revelation to yon. In order that its parity and quality may be guar anteed, It Is sold only in pound packages bearing this trade-mark: ' ' - . rPureAshilcihocKi: Price 60c per pound. For sale at ' Xieslie OEXxx-tlesr'is, THE DALLES, OREGON. ' . X it Oftq' is tub Dalles IS Of the Leading City During the little over -- .::.; f'-. t:. :.i , . has earnestly tried to ftdlfil the objects for which it was founded,, namely, to industries, to advertise the adjacent country and to the sea. Its record is phenomenal support it has , - expression of their approval. Independent in every thing, neutral in nothing, for what it believes td he just and ri 2 ht. Commencing with the first number of the second vcluine the weekly has been enlarged to eight pages while, the price ($1.50 a year) remains the same. Thus both the weekly and daily editions contain moie reading matter for less money than any paper published in the county. GET YOUR DONE THEpp r : OEIICLEJ Boo apd Job prirptir; Done on Short Notice. LIGHT BINDING Address all MaiFOrders to Chronicle THE DALLES, GDronicle of Eastern Oregon. a year of its existence it assist in developing our resources of the city and work for an open river to before the people and the received is accepted as the it will live only to fight PKWTIJiG AT NEATLY DONE. Pab. Co., - OREGON.