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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! " "
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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 '
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phenomenal support it has
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expression of their approval. Independent in every
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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
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