THE MOKNUJt HEKAL1): SIIJJUAV, KOVEMBEB 17. 1889
THE HOST
OF ft FxOSE.
A New Story by
MRS. FRANCES BURNETT.
IE ALL drew nearer the
i deep , old-fashioned fire-
j place, as people are apt to
rc uo on a winter snurht. when
they nit Without light and the con
versation takes a suH'rn;ituraI turn.
Pretty Jliss Hrooks looked over
her shoulder furtively, the great
wax-flower hlue eyes widening in a
most dubious manner. Helen
Maxwell took up her t-rochet work,
and lK'gan t apply herself tr it
energetically. 1 car old lady Main
free smiled in her i-weet, lenign
way, and smoothed down trie tront
of her black satin dress with her
pretty old plump hands, I looked
at Valerie, but Valerie did not
look at me. She was kneeling at
Lady Daintree's side, the folds of
her purple train trailing over the
rug of tiger skin, her beautiful,
thoughtful eyes resting on the tire.
"1 don't care what they say
about it," she said slowly, with a
little shudder. "You may believe
what you like, and, of course, I
know you will all look astonished
wnen i ten vou mat l. tor one.
half believe.
in them."
"What!"
said ladv K.iintrcv,
patting her
hand with a miick,
light touch.
"Nay, my dear what
nre you saying :
"that 1 believe in
ghosts," said
Valerie, without Iifting",her eyes.
We all tried to laughland failed
miserably, of course,
"Why should I not.'A argued
Valerie. "Why should not you?
What are angels but spirits, and
what are ghosts but the same
thing? You all believe in angels,
so why should you deny ghosts?
It is inconsistent to talk about
guardian spirits, who watch over
and guard us, and then deny such
spiritual existences altogether."
"Did but you never saw one?"
fluttered poor little Lucy Ihookes.
timidly.
"You never saw an angel," said
Valerie: "and as to the ghosts
well, there is one in this very
house."
There was a terrified chorus of
exclamation, and then Iidv Iain
tree patted the lovely hand again.
"My love," she said, half jesting
ly, ' what will Ceofl'rey say if you
frighten us all so? Now you will
have to tell the story, to show what
foundation you have for accusing
poor old Paint ree in 'such a man
ner." Valerie laughed, rather faintly,
however, though she colored bright
ly enough.
She was engaged to (Jeoliry
Paintree, and had come to Pain
tree House at her handsome old
ladyships urgent invitation.
The two were very fond of each
other already, in fact.
"I have no objection to teliin.:
it, I am sure," she said, "since it
is s easily told. You see, ladies,
the Paintree ghost is scarcely an
orthodox ghost, after all. It is
simply the fragrant ghost of a
rose."
"Of a rose!" we all ejaculated at
once.
"Of a rose," she said; "for,
though its blossoms were woven
into a t raged v, it is not the hero or
heorine of the tragedy we're haunt
ed by, but the rose which the
heorine wore and which was the
cause of her death. The story
runsthns: Three hundred yea:s
:iz) there lived a certain P.asil
Paintree, who fell in love with a
fair neighbor, and, with the help
of her mother, married her, much
against her will. Of course there
was another lover wandering in
foreign lands, and in time, of
course, he came back and found
out what wrong had been done
him. So he disguised himself as a
page, and entering his rival's ser
vice, revealed himself to the lady,
and by doing so worked out a
bitter revenge uion the man who
played him false. He was a fair,
slender, golden-haired stripling,
and the story says that for some
time liasil Paintree suspected
nothing; but one day in walking
behind an ivied wall he saw a
white rose, thrown by a white
hand, flutter downward from his
yung bride's window, and hurry
ing to the terrace tiencath, he
caught sight of the tall golden
haired page striding away, slip
ping this rose into his doublet.
Very naturally, the stern Paintree
kept watch after this, and the end
was that one moonlight night he
aw a white rose fall from thejbow-cr-window
again, and seeing it he
leaped out upon the slender p:ige,
thrut his sword through his
lieart, and, dipping the rose in his
life-blood, carried it to his faith
less wife, and flung it in her face,
saying as he did so: 'Leman,
your rose has changed to red.' 1 le
"never sjoke another word in her
presence, even when she died, as
he did shortly afterward, cf a
broken heart. The legend also
affirms that after the rose fell on
the floor it was never seen again :
and ever since that time, when
sorrow is to fall upon the honse of
Paintree, through kith, kin or
stranger, a heavy odor, like the
scent of a crushed rose, floats
aVrnt the lady's death-chamber."
There was a breathless pause
after this, which was broken at
last bv nrettv Lucv Hrookes
who l
listened to every word in fear and
trembling.
"Which was the room?" .-he
asked.
I
'The Blue Koom in the west j
wintr." Valerie answered
YVhv.'
ejaculated Hele
l.th :tt once, '
well and I
your room, Valerie I"
" Ye-. " was mr lrief reply
- ? -Ui;o-e ought here to
lew
wo'iis more cu:i' eriuiir
Cha!
lio-,v
ah!.-.
"n:r. I cannot describe
cr. because she is i n h -
Other women's hair
:.::d,
eyes may lose nothing by being
particularized, since description
may do them hi!! justice, or possi
bly, may flatter them somewhat.
It was not so with Valerie, how
ever. One only knew of her that she
was fair and tall and wonderful,
that her eyes dazzled, that her de
licious voice st nick a tender, re
sponsive chord in one's heart.
Hers was that subtle charm which
enslaves men and women alike,
and makes friends of them for a
life-time. She had conquered even
silent Geollry Paintree by it, and
taken his delicate, old-sou led
mother captive ; certainly f-he had
won every other guest in t he house.
Yet I am sure that her victories
were as sweetly unstudied . as a
woman's victories may be, and
there was not one of us whose
favor she had sought in a way dif
fering from her manner to the
rest.
Snrelv, if there ever existed a
popular beauty she was that wonder
embodied.
I could not help watching her
that night when Gcoffry returned.
He had been absent all evening on
business, and when he came in
Injoted and spurred ami jaded, she
was crossing the wide hall, and
met him.
"I thought you would never
come, truant!"! heard her say
softly, as she gave him both her
beautiful hands a moment, then
knelt to the hearth ami stirred the
tire to a cheeiful glow. "And you
look pale and tired."
"I am tired," he answered
"tired enough ; but then the sight
of you revives me, my queen-rose !"
And lie raised her hands to his
lips, kissing them with passionate
tenderness.
But Gcoffry was in a strange
mood. He was pale and preoccu
pied; there were care-worn lines
on his forehead, and his eves were
sao.
"I have a trouble to-night," he
said; "a heavy one an old one,
Valerie ; and I scarcely know how
to let you share it with me. Some
time I must make it clear some
time I will. Have patience with
me awhile longer, love."
He kissed her red, blooming
lips, and we went up stairs to
gether Valerie ami I and when
I left her at her chamber-door, it
seemed to me that her fair, rapt
face shone as a white star shines.
But, though I heard her turn
the key in her lock, live minutes
had not elapsed before she came
out of her room again, and cross
ing the passage, summoned me in
a strange, low voice.
I ojK'iied the door and went out
to her, and the instant I saw her, I
recognized a sudden change which
had come upon her.
The tender radiance had died
out of her face, and her eyes were
dilated ; altogether, it struck me
that she had seen something that
had frightened her.
Has it weak or inconsistent that
there should flash across mv mind
a recollection of what we had been
talking about when we sat around
the fire in the dusk?
"Anice," she wpispered, "coiik
wiui me come with me into mv
room."
Startled as 1 was, I was not
coward enough to draw back and
add to her di.-turbance ; so when
she led the wav across the thresh
old, 1 followed, wondering and lor
rified.
"Some one has been here," she
said. "Look there!" and she
pointed to the hearth
A c hair was drawn up to the fire,
as if Home one had been sitting on
it recently, and on the soft, thick
rug lay a torn, stained slipper, and
a soiled wrap of lace and cambric,
which had once been a woman's
handkerchief.
I broke into a low cry, but Val
erie leiit and picked the handker
chief up.
"There is a name upon it," she
said, "See Anice!"
And when I took it from her I
saw embroidered in one corner the
single word, "Lucia."
It was startling enough, con
sidering the fact, thet all the house
hold had retired, and we t wo occu
pied the only chambers in use in
this storied west wing. 4 ,
But this was not the worst.
As I stood there holding the
draggled bit of lace and cambric,
and staring at it, something vague
ly terrfhle occurred. Valerie gave
a little start, and sjoke to me in a
low, hurried voice :
"Anice Anice," there are no
flowers in the room, are there?"
I dropped the handkerchief upon
the carjet, and a second later had
caught her by the arm, dragged
her out of the room, across the
passage, into my own apartment,
never stopping until I had locked
tho door and stood with my back
against it.
"What was it?" I cried. "It
was something I noticed it as
soon as you sjoke."
"It it was the perfume of a
flower," she answered.
And though I had asked the
question, I knew that it was, too;
for the moment she called out to
me, I recognized it myself the
heavy, floating odor of a crushed
and dying rose.
For a few minutes I argued that
It was our duty to tell some one of
what we had seen ; but at last I
began dimly to comprehend that
Valerie was 'strangely reluctant.
For the moment she read the
name on the handkerchief her
mood seemed to have changed al
together Some careless servant
sent up-stairs with a few odd
j things, might have entered the
t room and dropped both articles,
! she said.
s to the mvstenous iienumc.
that must certainly he kept a
! secret .
i M ix- ; "We are excited no. Anice," she
that is ; said, pale still, despite her eairer
; ness: "Let us try to calm ourselves
1 and talk about it quietly. It was
-.ly a very foolish in mo to alann yon at
'' tie all. I ought to have known l.. !!-; r.
! If i! ha 1 been i:i broad dav
- light, instead i night, 1 .-he mid
have more presence of mind; but
night always makes a coward of
me."
Valerie did not return to her
room, however, but shared my bed
with me ; and though I spent the
night restlessly enough myself, I
think I must have slept more
soundly than she did, for when I
awaked, I invariably found that she
was awake, too.
When I opened my eyes in the
morning she was dressed and
standing at the window; and on
mv addressing her, she turned
i toward nie with a slight start,
showing me that she was pale yet
even paler than she had been
the night before, I thought. She
was so pale, indeed, that when we
went down to breakfast. Lady
Paintree noticed it.
"Why, my love," she exclaimed,
as Valerie !'r.t to kiss her, "how
pah; yon are this morning! You
look as if you had seen a ghost."
And teoifry glanced up. ami
looked at her anxiously and ten
derly. But she laughed the accusation
off, and sat down at the table; yet
she did not eat much, I saw, and
she certainly did not regain her
color.
She was less bright than usual
all the day. Generally she was
th light of the house, with her
radiant face and sweet, tuneful
yoice ; but we noticed then that a
shadow seemed to have fallen upon
her.
Having almost recovered, under
the influence of daylight, from the
effects of my fright, I had courage
enough to accuse her of lieing the
greater coward of the two, but she
only smiled faintly, and denied the
charge.
"It is not that," she said. "How
could it be, since daylight has
proved my theory of a careless ser
vant to be correct? Both slipper
and hankerchief were gone this
mornin, and, of course, if there
had lieen anything remarkable in
their being there we would have
heard something of it. It was not
a thief, at least, and as to its lie
ing a ghost, ghosts do not wear
ragged slippers and drop cambric
handkerchiefs.
The next day a curious thing
happened.
We were strolling together down
one of the queer, old-fashioned
walks, walled with clipped box,
when I struck my foot against
some small object, and on stooping
to pick it up I found that it was
nothing less than an oval case, con
taining a miniature.
When I oj)ened it a slip of paper
fluttered out, and, but that Valerie
caught it, it would have fallen to
the A a if u-iu .Imtwin
threw it into her hands, and a'nat-
ural impulse drawing both our eves
to it, both of us uttered a low crv
oi exclamation, lor, written upon
it, in a thin, nervous, yet dashing
hand, wen; these words:
"My low'. My life! Your Lucia."
Whoever Lucia might be, she
was certainly young and beautiful,
if the picture was a true one. Just
the kind of a woman to write such
words to a lover a dark, riante
young creature, with dusky brows,
great flashing Spanish eyes, and
lips like a thread of scarlet, alto
gether fiery, foreign ami impassion
ed.
We were both standing looking
at her when there came the sound
of quick feet just behind us, and
we raised our eyes to confront
Geoffrey Paintree himself, white,
agitated and nervous.
"I have lost something," he lie-
gan, hurriedly. "A miniature in
and oval case. I think I dropped
it here. Ah "
He had caught sight of it in Val
erie s hand.
Mie neiu n out to nun with a
strange calmness which surprised
me.
"This is it," she said. "Take it,
iieolfry, and turned herself quite
away from him.
"Valerie!" he broke out. "No!
You are wrong, by heavens!"
"Hush!" she commanded; and
the calm strength of purpose in her
sweet voice conquered him at once
nay, almost seemed to crush
him. "Hush! Not yet. Let us
wait. I could not listen fairly
now; and you misfit not be quite
just and true to yourself. Wait
until to-morrow. I promise I will
hear every word then. Anice,
come.
And she drew me awav, passing
him like a fair statue called to
life.
I was so bewildered that
woman-like when we were out of
aring, I could not hold my
peace.
"Valerie!" I cried out. "Valerie!
what does it all mean? How can
you be so cold and calm?"
"1 am neither," she answered.
"That is why I would not trust
myself to listen. I have heard of
this Lucia before, but did not be
lieve. Pon't ask me now. It was
so long ago, and until I saw the
name upon the handkerchief, I had
forgotten the story. It is a sad
one, Anice a bitter story tor a
woman to believe of the man
she loves. I have been reluctant
enough to look the mattf r in the
ice I trusted him so; but now "
She went to her room when she
reached the house, and did not
come down to the parlors for near
ly two hours, and when she did
come, Lady Paintree sjokc
mxiously of her pallor again.
l am afraid Paintree does not
agree with you, my dear," she
said, in her sweet, motherly way.
l ou look ill again this evening.
The evening lagged almost
wearily, until we separated to re
tire to our respective rooms, which
we did much earlier than was
custemarv.
For mv part, with Valerie's
sweet, pal.? face haunting me, I
could not sleep at all, and after!
tossing on mv pillow for an hour,!
1 made up mv mind to rise. I
could re i 1. at "le.i-t. '
1 go! up and threw on a wrapper. :
rh;; boi.k I wanted was in !i
drawiie-r j :!, o I opn-'d my
do-jr geni.ly and crept d vn -If
staircase.
When I rea.-hed the bottom 1
paused, for, to my intense surprise,
I saw the rom was still lighted,
and through the halt-opened door
I caught sight of our beautiful old
hostess, standing upon the hearth,
and a young gentleman, who seem
ed just to have returned, for he
was both booted and spurred, and
had not even removed his hat.
"Mother," I heard him say,
"try to bear up. It is sad news
this time. Lucia is gone, and they
cannot tell me where !"
"Geoffrv!"' she cried, and her
dear old face wao as pale as his
own "Oh. Geoffrv! mv child!
mv child!"
I turned away, and crept up the
stairs again, hurriedly.
Tiiere was a secret, then about
this Lucia, and it was a secret hid
den even from Valerie, who cer
tainly had the right to know all
secrets that were not guilty ones.
Could this be a guilty one? I
could nut believe it was, since dear
old ladv Paintree shared it, and
grieved with him over it.
But how could it be otherwise,
when a betrothed lover carried in
his bosom the portrait of a beauti
ful woman, who lavished upon
him passionately endearing epb
thets? How conld it be otherwise,
when he s;H'iit hounf in mysterious
absences connected with her?
There was no reading for me
that night. I went to bed again,
and lay tossing t and fro, thinking
of Valerie, until I fell into a heavy,
restless Bleep.
About midnight I awakened with
a start. Why I started I could not
explain to myself; but for some
mysterious reason I felt nervous and
terrified, as if I had suddenly brok
en off in the middle of an evil
dream. Still I was sure I had not
been dreaming, which made my
condition all the more mysterious.
I lay for a moment or so with
half-closed eyes, dimly conscious of
the firelight, and then all at once I
sprang up in bed with a low cry of
terror. The room was full of float
ing perfunie the perfume of a rose.
At first I was too thoroughly
frightened to move; but before I
had been sitting up many seconds
a fresh sensation forced itself upon
my notice.
I was beginning to feel chilled,
as if cold air was blowing upon me.
I turned my head naturally toward
the door, and saw that it was
wide open, though I remembered
quite distinctly that 1 had not only
closed, but locked it before I went
to bed.
One moment, and I was stand
ing upon the floor, trembling from
head to foot. Nothing would have
educed me to remain,
I 1 crossed the corridor feeling
more excited than ever the hoi
riblc odor was there, too anil
when I reached the Blue Koom I
could scarcely speak.
"Valerte!" I said, in a low tone.
"Valerie!" And tapped softly on
the door.
Then came the most terrible ex
perience of my life. How can I go
back to it how can 1 describe it!
Yet surely I can never forget it.
From the room within came a
a strange, mysterious sound not
Valerie's voice, for she did not
answer. The sound of which
I
speak v.as nothing less horrible
than the sharp, panting breath
like tho breath of some wild ani
mal of something which was
Crouching upon the threshold in
sidecrouching so close to the
door, that when it moved its gar
ments rustled in a deadened way
against the wood. 1 knew there
was some fearful, uncanny thin
there then.
It flashed upon me all at once
that there was greater danger than
I had ever dreamed of suspecting,
and though I could not understand
it my excitement almost drove me
mad.
"Valerie!" I shrieked out. "Val
erie!" Valerie. Who is in the
room with you? Sieak to me!
Valerie! Valerie!"
I beat upon the panels with my
hands. I called out again and
again, and the nornhie rustle and
panting of breath was my only
answer.
Then I clung to ths handle of the
door and began to shake it with all
my strength, and then
I here was a struggle inside; a
cry like the cry of a panther; the
door flew open, and as the already
alarmed household came flying
from the rooms, I found myself
struggling for life with the creature
who sprang out uikmi me, knife in
hand a haggard, once beautiful
girl, with eyes of fire, and thin,
fierce lips of scarlet Lucia !
I cannot tell how long the strug
gle lasted, or how it ended. I think
it must have been that ijeoffry
Paintree dragged her from me.
1 remember his catching us both
in his strong arms, and then, with
the worn, wild face pressed close
to mine, and the sickening rose
odor overpowering me, I fainted ;
but, brief as the battle was, I still
had time to see that on the thresh
inside Valerie lay stretched all her
white, full length, with a stain of
blood upon her side.
After such a story of course must
come an explanation, and this ex
planation was given to me by Lady
Paintree when I recovered from
swoon ; but ixor Valerie (whose in
jury was serious, though not
dangerou) was not strong enough
to hear it for a week.
Years ago the Paint rees had met
with a heavy trouble. Geoffry's
only sister the Lucia of the nar
rativehad become entangled in
an unfortunate love, affair with a
disreputable Frenchman, while
abroad at school, the end of which
was, that the lover, finding he
would be the loser by the match,
deserted her, and poor impassioned
Lu-ia Paintree lost her mind.
This misfortune being kept as
much secret as possible, had fallen
into a floating rumor, as such
things are apt to do, and i i the
rumor me 'unfortunate ;'ir! had
bc'-n represented as a French lady
whr-m Geotfry hud ;;reaty
wrote.-.'.-!.
I
ie had j
.T!:i.: ,vas the storv V
heard, and it was this which caused
her wretchedneps when it was re
called to her memory by the sight
of the name on the handkerchief.
A few days liefore the final de
nouement of the mystery, Lucia
Paintree had escaped from the
establishment in which she had
been confined, and some mad in
stinct had led her to secrete her
self in her brother's house.
As to the floating fragrance of
roses, I almost regret to be obliged
to confess that this was nothing
more tlmn the result of a fancy of
poor Lucia's, too.
She had always affected the odor
in her happier days, and the
French lover had praised it en
thusiastically, and now one of the
freaks of her insanity led her to in
sist upon being allowed to use it to
an overpowering extent, and as re
fusal invariably caused her ex
citement, Geofiry had commanded
that she should be indulged.
Valerie could scarcely relate any
thing of what had passed in her
room on the eventful night. She
had awakened to see the girl
standing over her with angry eyes,
had sprung out of bed, received a
sharp stab in the struggle, ami
then fainted.
And as to the rest well, liefore
the red roses bloomed again in the
dear old-fashioned gardens at Pain
tree, she went there with Gcoffry
himself, the happiest as well as the
rarest of sweet and tender wives.
The Blimy Stone.
Five miles west of the city of Cork,
Ireland, in a valley wherejtwe streams
meet, is situated the little village ef
Blarney. The fame of Blarney is
world wide. It has a castle and in
the wall of the castle the famous
"Bianey Stene" is set, in the solid
niasenry, about fifty feet from the
ground about 20 feet below the pro
jecting roof of the building. He or
she who is venturous enough to reach
this wonderful magic stone, and has
faith enough to kiss it, is said to
thenceforth have a gift of marvelous
efficacy. Honeyed werds will flow
from his lips. He will wim his way
everywhere and with everybody and
when mankind, and especially woman
kind, are taken captive by the
witcherv of his tongua, they will say
he has kissed the Blarney atone.
The tendency of modern generations
to follow ''false gods is illustrated
even in ths matter of Blarney Stone.
Within the last t0 years it has been
claimed that a stone on the roof of
Blarney's castle is the best talisman.
This spurious claimant to gteitness is
about two feet square and hears the
date of 1703. The one mentioned as
being set in the wall is on the north
eastern side of the castle. It bears
the date of the building of the castle
which is 1446. To kiss this the
Totary must be let down 20 feet by
means of ropes, with 70 feet of space
between him and terra firma. i his
has etfect of making almost everyone
believe that the rock on the roof is
the "true and only Blarney," because
the danger in kissing it is not so
great
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stance occurred neai Valley Uprises,
uakotf. Mrs, Mattie Jonnson s tw-
year-old daughter, Annie, drank a full
bottle of the remedy without inicry.
This remedy has been the sle re
liance of thousands of mothers for
croup, and especially as a preventive
lor manv yearss, ana has never been
known to fail. It is also inralua' le
for eolds and whooping-cough, Fer
6ale by Foshay & Mason.
Something Nice,
We have just received a barrel
of genuine German saur kraut.also
graham flour in bulk, and Oregon
leaf lard in bulk. Willamette
Packing Co.
What can wc reason but for what we know?
Browncll sells goods I court his prices low
Brings him the custom. Others brajr and
blow
but he the roods do sell, that all allow.
The largest stocK of watches
the city at Will & Starke.
Elegaul Lotion.
IB
For (lie Holidays
FIXE DISPLAY OT
FANCY 0DS,
Chinese dishes, Japanese curios
ities.and novelties of all kinds have
been opened at the Japanese liazaar
.-l"re .i toe Uwong U a dee Co..
opposire the new Masoniu Temple.
The Indies are invited to call ai;d
ir.spect these tine holiday goods.
2&J"Fancy goods sold cheaper
than iu I'oitlar.d.
T
1 UM MUM
BLUMBERG BLOCK,
Has opened with a new and complete 6tock of
Drugs, patent Medicines, Stationery, Toilet Articles and
DRUGGISTS' SUNDRIES,
Haviii;' baa sixteen years experience in the drug business, we feel justified
in saying that we fully understand the art of compounding and disrensing
medicines. Our prescription departm ent is our specialtj : honesty and purity
our motto The public is invited to call and inspect our stock and get our
pi ices. H. C. HUBBARD.
KeS1D2XCE OVEK sTKE PllESCItlPTION DkICGISI.
$5oo
WORTH GOLD WATCHES
1 take this method of informing the citi.CDS of Albany and vicinity
that I have just opened a first class clothing store in conncctiou with my
merchnntile business, and have added the most complete stock of gents
tall!
Goods
ever brought to the city. Ia order to advertise my business I havejde
cided to give away over $500 worth of Gold TVafche9. Every purchaser
of one dollar's worth of goods, for ca9h. from the clothing department
will receive a chance for one of these gold watches. Steck is ail new
purchased in the east for spot cash, and will be sold at
LOWEST LIVING RATES.
Call and examine my stocK eefore purchasing elsewhere.
"Nojtrouble to show good9.
Albanif. Or.
"MNNVILLE (SlLEEE
MeMINNVTLLE,
l:i ifli
C. E. HAWKINS.
ALBANY FURNITURE Mill
Does an immense business in all kinds of furniture, bedroom sets, parlor
sets, chairs, bed lounges, kitchen safes, and all kinds of tables, etc., etc.
Also have a line scleot;on of wall paper and wind w shades, which they are
offeritis; at close figures, Call and see them, on First street, opposite Stew
art t Sox.
U.TTUWB
1'
UNO
Ml 1 11J
carry an immense line of
Stoves and General Hardware
Icclading the :thb.tel KaALY BREAKFAST and JEWEL cooking
stoves and ranpe?, parlor and ".ookir. stoves, ajd ail kinds of kitchen
nf !i"'li5; alio vmlpete assortment of
farmers and
BUILDERS' HARDWARE,
Pumps, hese, copperware. tinware red plumbers' goods a specialty and
prices are guaranteed to he satisfactory. The public is invited to
call and inpect our stock. Tweedale's building. Albany.,Oregon.
SUBSCRIPTIONS RECEIVED
FOR ALL
tappers
and
- AT
11. J. JONES'
FOR PURE DRUGS,
TOILET AB FA2SOY GOODS
GO TO
te II I 1
-HE ALSO
The Finest Line of Pianos and Organs in the
Willamette Vailey.
CALL AND EXAMINE II 18 STOCK
ami
G. IF. SIMPSON.,
BOTH
ACADEMIC
AND
COLLEGIATE
Departments. In the Academic
Department there arefour courses of
study of three years each: Classical,
scientific, normal and business. In
struction is thorough; location, heal
thyS expenses low; advantages, first
class in every respect. Full informa
tion in catalogue, for which address
T. G. BROWNSON,Piss.
OREGON
F. FARRELL
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1 G. L. BLACKMAN,
(Snecaaor to E. W. Lanjrdon)
BXiXJUt is
Drugs, Paints, Oils,
V
Perfumery and toilet article,
also a fall line of books and
stationery, periodicals, etc.
E9 Prescriptions carefully
compounded
iH ODD RilQWS TEMPLE,
Albany Oregon.
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