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ROSEBTJRG, OREGON, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 1885.
"Rev lie Wo
Watctater, Jeweler and Optician,
ALL WOEK WAEKA2TTED.
IJealer In Watches. Clocks, Jewelry,
. Spectacles and KyeglasHCH.
AMD A TVLL LINE OF
Cigass, Tobacco & Fancy Goods.
Thi only reliable Optomer ui town for the proper adjust
ment of (spectacle ; always ou hand.
Depot of the Genuine Brazilian Pebble Speo
tacles and Eyeglasses.
Office First Door South of Postoffice,
Boot and Shoe Store
On Jackson Street, Opposite the Post Office,
Keeps on hand the largest and best assortment of
Kan tern and Han Francisco Boots and
Shoes, Clatters, Slippers,
And everything In the Boot and Shoe line, and
SELLS CHEAP FOR CASH.
Boots and Shoes Made to Order, and
Perfect Fit Guaranteed.
I use the Best of Leather and Warran all
Repairing Neatly Done, on Short Notice.
I keep always on hand
TOYS AND NOTIONS.
Musical Instruments and Violin Strings
CLARK &c BAKER, Props.
Having purchased the above named mills of
E. Stephens & Co.. we are now prepared to fur
nish any amount of the best quality of
ever offered to the public in Douglas county.
We will furnish at the mill at the following
No. 1 rough lumber.. ..... ...fl2M
No. I flooring. 6 inch. ...$24 M
No.. 1 flooring, 4 inch $26 M
No. 1 tinsihing lumber $20 $ M
-No. 1 finishing lumber dressed on 2 sides $24 M
No. 1 finishing lumber dressed on 4 sides $26 $ M
CLARK & BAKER.
L. K. LANE.
LANE & LANE,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW.
Office on Main street, opposite Cosmopolitan
CHARLEY HAD LEY'S.
Next Door Live Oak Saloon.
Shaving and Hair Cutting in a Workmanlike
V- IIOSEBURG, OREGON.
Home Made Furniture,
- 1VILBVR, OltEtiO.V.
DPHOLSTERY, SPRING MATTRESSES, ETC.,
Constantly on hand.
I have the Best
STOCK OF FURNITURE
South f Portland.
And all of my own manufacture.
No Two Prices to Customers.
Residents of Douglas County are requested to give me a
call before purchasing elsewhere.
ALL WORK WARRANTED.
RICHARD THOMAS, Proprietor.
This Hotel has been established for a num
ber of years, and has become very pop-'
; ular with the traveling public.
FIBST-CLASS SLEEPING ACCOMMODATIONS
Table supplied with the Best the Market affords
Hotel at the Depot of the Railroad.
H. C. STANTON,
Staple Dry Goods,
Keeps constantly on hand a general assortment of .
Extra Fine Groceries,
WOOD, WILLOW AND GLASSWARE,
CROCKERY AND CORDAGE,
A full stock of 'v
j Such as required by the Public County Schools.
All kinds of Stationery. Toys
TO SUIT BOTH YOCHO AND OLD.
Buys and Sell3 Legal Tenders, furnishes
Cheeks on 1'ortland, and procures
Drafts on San Francisco.
ILL KINDS OF THE BEST QUALITY.
Promptly attended to and goods shipped
. witu care.
I X:-; a. p. lew.
Soe, Mistress Anne, faire neighbour myne,
' How rides a wltche wuen nignte-winag
Folk save that yon are none too groode
To joyne the crewe in Salem wood, ,
When One von wot of ulves the slsrne:
Kighte well, metliinks, the pathe
In Meetinge-time I watched you well,
WhiU'M godly JlHstor i'urria prayed ;
Your folded hands laye on your bookc ;
But ktchardanrfwered to alooke
That fain would tempt him unto hell,
vv here, Mistress Anne, your place is maao.
Tou lookednto my Uicliard's eyea
i With evlll frlant es shamelcsse growne;
I found about his wr.ste a hair,
And gueuue what tinkers tycd it there:
Ha shall not' lightly bo your prize
Your Master lirstc shall take his ownc.
"lis not in nature he shoulde be-
i (Who loved me soe when Springe waa
A ehiide, to hanjjc upon your gowne !
lie loved me well In Mdem Towne
Untill this wanton witcherie
His hearte and myne crept dark betweene.
Last Sabbath nighte, the gossips save,
: Yonr goodman missed you from his side.
He had no strength to move, untill
Agen, us if in slumber still, m
Besi'le him at the duwne you laye.
Tell, nowe. what meantime did betide.
Dame Anne, my hate goe with you ilecte
As drif tes the Bay fogg overhead
Or over yonder hul -lopp, where
There Is a trje ripe fruite shall bear
When, neighbour wyno, your wicked feet
The stones of Gallowes Hill shall tread.
A. P. 1884.
Ouif great great-grandpapas had schooled
Ypnr fancies, Lita, were you born
In days when Cotton Mather ruled
And damask petticoats were worn J
Your pretty ways, your mocking air,
t Had passed, mayhap, for Satan's wiles
As fiaughl with danger, then and there,
To you, us now to us your smiles.
U - - -
Wnynot! Were inquest to begin, ;".
. The tokens are not far to seek :
Hem the dimple of you chin;
Mm that freckle on your cheek.
Grade shields his simple soul from harm
Who enters your flirtation niche,
Or trusts in whispered counter-charm,
AlC-ne with such a parlous witch!
Your fan a wand is, in disguise ;
It conjures, and we straight are drawn
Within u witches f'uructisc
Of inrush?, gentians, roses, lawn.
Bo through the eas n, wnere you go,
Allelte than Lita men forget:
One needs no kei-ond-sight to know .
Thiit sorteiy is rampant yet.
Now since the bars no more await
fair maids that practice sable arts,
Take heed, while I pronounce the fate
Of her who thus ensnares our hearts:
In time you shall a wizard meet
With spells more potent than your own,
And you shall know your master, Sweet,
And for these witcheries atone.
For yon at his behest shall wear
A veil, and seek with him the church,
And at the altar rail forswear
The cralt that left you in the lurch ;
But oft thereafter, musing long,
With emi'e, and sUju, and conscience-
twitch,-.. . ' ..
You shall too late confess the wrong
A captive and repentant witch.
-E. C. Ste-dman, in Harper's Magazine.
X "A CHRISTMAS STORY.
How We Captured a Burglar, and
What Came of It, -,
When ray sisters saw me write down
the title of this story, they shrugged
their shoulders sind said that it was not
a good one at all.
"It isn't thrilling enough," cried
"And not a bit sentimental,'1 said
Jennie. . , ,
Ono can t make head or tail out of
it !" was Aunt I Jersey's scathing com
ment while '.mamma p ped out from
her p;llows, "it really seems tome,
Edith, that you ought to make it more
striking. In my day titles were very
Important. 'A Midnight Mystery,' now
would be the very thing?"
''Never mind the criticisms, Ed'e,"
Agues spoke at last.' "I think the t tie
is just right."
And as Agne's was the person most
concerned in the story, 1 was willing
to abide by her opinion. I. don't be
lieve I would have changed my title,
anyhow, for I resemble the Barclay
side of the house, and mamma has al
ways feaid that they are obstinate. Ihe
Barclays are papa's relatives, of course
who ever heard of a woman, no mat
ter how much she loved her husband,
praising his folks? Hut both the Bar
clays land the Mandells can trace their
lineage ever so far back. We have in
our possession a teapot and an old chair
both said to have been brought over
in the "Mayflower."
(1 ruth compels me to say, however,
that the teapot is a dingy, insignificant
little thing with a dent m its side, while
as ior tne cnair, a more stin-uacKea,
uncomfortable seat ft would be hard to
We haven't much beside our good
name, unce, and not so very long ago,
we lived in luxury.- Papa had his tine
horses, rare pictures and statuary;
mamma could deck herself in silks and
satins, while we children Were dressed
like -royal princesses. But there came
a dreadful lawsuit, which dawdled
along year after year eating up slice
after slice of our property, and when at
last it was decided against us, every
thing had to go. Papa was so dis
couraged poor man! and so dismay
ed at having to face the world you see
'.ie had been brought up.in ease and was
v dreamy scholar that he fell sick, and
tfter a lingering illness, died.
Everything went house, furniture,
plae, jewels and we had nothing left
but a little, lonely place way out in the
couhtry. An old-fashioned stone house,
with srigantic chimney and low, slop-
roof. The view was fine two
u cloud-capped mountains at our
bacfc, and in front, a windings babbling
little stream and a fresh, green mea-
.k)wi It was a delightful place in sum
mery for the air was cool and bracing
and laden with the spicy fragrance of
pinol and cedar woods. The house it
self was roomy, though so low and
after we had opened the doors and win
dows and let in showers of golden sun
light and whiffs of odorxnis breezes, and
when we had given the rooms a look of
comfort with the br.ts of furniture we
had saved from the wreck, we all, with
one accord, declared that "it wasn't so
bad after all."
Even poor mamma, who all this time
had been more dead than alive, mourn
ing over her erief and our fallen estate.
looked qn te cheerful, though she mur
mured, plaintively: "We have a roof to
cover us, to be sure, but what shall we
do to clothe ourselves? Dear me! what
a pity that my boys were all girls!"
"bte here!': cr'.ed Ruth, throwing
back her magnificent chest and holding
out an arm, which, although as beauti
ful as rose-tinted marble, was as round
and strong as Hebe's. "See here! lam
as strong and well as the'average young
man, thanks to my always being a
Tom-boy! So I'm, going to be the man
of the family! There is that patch of
ground back of the house it will be
just the place for a nice garden, -and
when you find the table supplied with
fresh vegetables, I rather (uess-you'll
think I'm worth something!"
" Well," Agnes observed, smoothing
tfowa her apron, Mif the girls will see
to the household affairs, I will apply
for the school down in the village."
"Oh, Agnes!" and mamma's small,
white hands niadij a gesture of horror
an I p:ote.-tat'Oii.
Agnes was the beauty of the family
a slender, graceful girl, with a face
like a flower; all soft curves :" and deli
cate tints, lighted by a pair of lustrous
eyes, purple as pausie-. She seemed
born to command not, however, in a
haughty, imperious way, but with a
gentle graciousiiess that was charming
to see, because it was so unaffected.
- She was the only one of us girls who
had a romance. I was too homely,
Ruth, too void of sentiment and Janie
too young. B.ut ever since the early
aoje of eight,. Agnes had had her devot
ed lover Guy Hunt, only child or one
of the richest men in town. The infan
tile affection' of these two had been
something interesting to witness.
. They had been solemnly wedded with
an old brass curtain-ring, and were ever
afterward inseparable companions. On
reaching maturity the feelings of neither
had changed, but the old saying, "The
course of true love never runs smooth,"
had been verified in this instance.
Unfortunately, the old squire was the
man with whom my father had had the
lawsuit, and, not satisfied with having
his enemy under foot, was disposed to
crush him. He sternly forbade his son
to speak to Agnes, but I am glad to
say that Guy was too noble to heed so
unjust a command, and had Agnes
given her consent, the two young folks
might have been married immediately.
But our pretty sister held beneath her
gentle exterior a most indomitable
pride. She would enter no family un
welcomed, and well, I can't exactly
say how. it happened, but any way, she
and Guy had a dreadful quarrel. But
when we timidly asked her about it,
she looked at us in a way that made us
tremble in our shoes, and said: "If you
love me, girls, never mention his name
to me again."
And with this we were forced, to be
content. Despite mother's protest, Ag
nes took up her drudging life of school
teaching with a patience that made .us
wonder. How she, with her fastidious
ness and love of beauty, could endure
mingling with the dirty-faced, tangle-
haired, quarreling urchins who da:Iy
gathered together in the little red
school-house at the foot of the hill, I
for one, could never see.
Ruth, cheery-faced and strong-armed,
was the "man of the family." The
vegetables she raised were marvels of
perfection, and went along way toward
lessening our table expenses We kept
a cow, and so had plenty of milk and
We all tried to help along. I, being
lame, was of little use, though oeca
sionally my e cr'.bblings brought back
check, and that, of course,
dame waited on mamma, and that
kept her busy; for poor mamma had
never been used to doing anything for
herself, and now it was too late for her
Aunt Betsey, strong, rugged and sen
sible, was the mainspring of the house
hold machinery. And so we managed
to struggle along through one year, at
t he end of which we found ourselves
well in body and considerably better oft
One hundred and thirty-three do!
lars, jnrls! said ltuth, one Jttay morn
ing. "I think that is prettv good, con
sidering that we have the cow paid for
and a dozen hens in the hen-house.
We're getting along . famously! By
next fall we ll be able to paint the
house and buy a new stove for the par
"Here's a letter," said Janie, who at
that moment came in from a walk to
the village Post-ofiice.
"It's for me, isn't it?" Agnes asked,
holding out her hand. "I wrote to
New York for the price of a new pri
mary geography. '
"It isn't for you, Aggie,
it is ad-
dressed to mamma."
"For me?" and mamma raised her
Dale face with a look of languid curl
ositv. "Uear me, gins i it iooks
just like your uncle John's handwrit
inr !" .i,-ii.::
For the past year poor mamma had
been flattering herself that the heart o
a miserlv old uncle would be touched,
and that he would lift us all out of "the
slough of poverty, into which we had
fallen. Her ''white fingers trembled
with eagerness' as -she ' tore open the
coarse, yellow envelope and proceeded
to read the scrawling, black, spidery
lines. At first her face was full of per
plexitv; then, as a realization v of some
awful truth dawned on her mind, her
expression instantly changed to wild'
est consternation. At last she sobbed
out : v?'"' : :
Oh, girls! what shall we do? I
never, never dreamed of this!"
Ruth seized the paper as it fell flut
tenng trom mamma s nana, and read
it aloud :
Xkw York, May 18, 187
"Mr. Lanra Barvlao:
"Madam I write thl to notify you that tho
mortgage of $400 on the ttmall cottage and
five iu.-re.-j of hind about three mites from the
villasre of P.rookdale will be due the 28th of
next "December. 1 shall need the money at
tnat time, ana uiuess it is paia, win re an
der the painful necessity of foreclosing.
"The man is either an impostor or
lunatic! ' RdtU exclaimed, throwing
down the paper contemptuously.!
"lie neuner, my uear, " said mam
ma, plaintively. "I'd forgotten al
about the mortgage until now. In
deed, I surely thought vonr poor, dear
papa had settled it long ago.
never dreamed that the place wasn
clear and free! Now, I remember, it
was just five years .ago that Mr.
Grumbledo&.was" at our house. You
f iris were away at boarding-school,
our papa ; needed " a little ' ready
money, and thought he would get it
off this out-of-the-way property. So
be asked me to sign away my third.
and I did it. -I never did know much
about business'you see, and I'm sure I
never supposed that putt ng down my
name to thatbif-of paper would make
any difference. Mr. Hirumbledon dined
with us. I remember him very well.
A tall, bony man, with thin lips and
nose like a hawk s. very ut-bred
ate with his knife. A miserly fellow, i
should judge, and not the kind of a
man to be a bit y.ielding in money
matters. But, mv dears, what shall we
do?" helplessly, "
We were all too bewildered to sug
gest any plan just then. It did seem
very hard, now that we were just get
ting on, to have this new trouble. At
ast Ruth said, in a voice which she
strove hard to make cheerful:
"Come, don't let us look so blue!
We'll pull through somehow."
But four hundred dollars!" 1
It isn t so great a sum, after all.
The mean part of it is to have to pay it
out when we thought' we didn't have a
debt in the world!
"Well, we have a hundred and thirty-
three dollars to start towards it," said
Agnes. "And then this term's salary
will be fifty more" "
And Mrs. Rogers owes for that
twenty-pound crock of butter," Aunt
Well, the long and short of it is that
we shall 'have to make about two hun
dred dollars in six months. We've got
to do it," solemnly. "We must cut
down every expense."
And so the summer wore awav m
hard work and self-denial, for, on
counting the bills and coins, in the old
ray stocking, we found that we had
at last the requisite sum. And in three
days the mortgage would be due, and
on the morning of the day Ruth was
going down to the city to pay ou the
dreadful burden. j
But how we did worry over that
money ! r or fear it would get stolen,
you know! We were very foolish, for
everybody knew we were poor, and not
at all likely to have so large a sum
about us in our humble dwelling. But
our alarm was mainly caused by the
act that there had been of late several
daring robberies committed in the
Lawyer Griggs, down at the village.
had his house entered and a large
amount of money abstracted. Mrs.
Peter's gold watch and Widow Par
son's ear-rings were also taken. Anoth
er night the thieves broke into the
house of Mr. Elias, the mill proprietor,
while he and his wife were away at-a
part', and took a rich silk dress and a
aet of furs. Smaller robberies were
co istantly taking place, such as spoons,
preserves, poultry, clothing nothing,
in fact, escaped the hands or the preda
tory i-ascals. Ihe universal opinion was
that there was a gang of them who
came up nightly from the city. There
was talk, too, of their selecting various
houses and making a certain mark on
the door or gate-post.
"Yes, they do make a mark regular
tramp stvle," said Miss Tnbitha Tuck
er, the village dress-maker, to Ruth
and me, when, one day, we had stopped
in her shop to borrow a pattern. "I
seen the mark myself on Miss Perkins .
r!irp-rn;r. : Tt v.-i ; rrp:if. h? or X Tt.
l - n "- '
wa? when 1 went over to cut out ' her
new polonay.' My dress ketched in the
gate-latch when I went in the yard, and
as 1 stooped down to get it out my eyes
lit on that 'ere mark; and I says to my
self, says I, 'I wonder What that's fur?'
but 1 furgot all about it when I got up
to the house, 'cause Miss PerkinsV little
Tommy was jest took with an awful
nose-bleed, and everything was .in a
hubbub fur one while. But that night,
sure enough. Miss Perkins' cellar was
broken into and two dozen'jars of pre
scrviS best kind of sass, pu , down
pound fur pcund was sto'en. And a
quarter of beef taken out of thc.pickle,
too! Tell you what, f oiks has got to
keep a lookout tor marks- nowadays.
You'd better take care, Ruth, you 1 yj
in sech a lonesome place.
We laughed at her warning; still,!
think we all felt a little bit timid, aad
I'll venture to say that after this there
was not one of us who did not occa
sionally examine the gatc-pos's. .
And" at last, sure enough, on the
morning before Christmas Janie came
running in, her black eyes wide with
excitement, as she exclaimed:
"Oh, girls!" she cried, "there's a
mark on our gate-post truly there is!
A great white chalk X.
At this we all rushed out of the
house. Aunt Betsey even leaving her
pancake griddle with a batch of cakes
on it, and ran down the frozen path to
view this new and startling discovery.
And there-it was, sure enough! A
big white X, freshly made, too!
"Well," said Ruth, after we had
stared a while at it, "it's iucKy we
have seen it," for now we can be on
our guard. But, for goodness sake,
don't say anything to mamma about it.
She would be so frightened that she'd
get one of her low, nervous spells
"Shall we have the constable coma
over?" asked Aunt Betsey.
"No!" said Ruth, defiantly. "For
you see this mark may be nothing, after
all; a passing school-boy may have
scratched it on the post. And if we
were to make a fuss about it, and send
for an ofiic-r, and nothing should hap
pen, why we should be laughed at like
everything. No; I guess we can take
care of ourselves; there are
"That's so!" Aunt Betsey exclaimed,
flonrinir the pancake-turner which all
this time she had held in her hand.
"If them burglars come we 11 jest g.ve
them fits'." .
Of course we were in a flutter of ex
citement all that day. When night
cold, cloudy, windy night set in, w.
began to make preparations for our de
fense Every door and window was se
curely fastened. A pile of tinware wa-
placed on the cellar-steps and a tub o
water at the foot of the chamber-stairs, so
that any one ascending or descend n;
would produce either a rattle or as plash
The woodshed dood was braced b
an ironing-board; that of the back eri
try by the clothes-horse, while the fro
door-knob supported the coal-scut lie
Circumstances had compelled us to giv
mamma an inkling of what was expect
ed, and she bore the news much more
calmly than we thought she would, and
had bravely begged to have the dinner
bell placed beside her pillow so that if
need be she might give an alarm. Our
weapons, though somewhat formidable,
were certainly of great variety. Ruth
had fished out of the gairett an ancient
horse-pistol; Aunt Betsy armed herself
with a club of applewood; Agnes had
the poker; Janie the carving-knife,
while I, like a feminine George Wash
ington, brandished a little hatchet.
We had made arrangements that
Agnes was to be sentinel .for the first
half of th night and Ruth and I the
latter , - . -i- 7V '
But it was some time before we could
get - to - sleepr The Tats made" such
noises in the garrett, the wind howled
around the chimneys and rattled the
shutters these and a dozen other noises
made us wide awake and eager to scent
The clock struck twelve then one
Agnes had just come into our room and
Ruth and I were preparing to take her
)lace, when suddenly all three of us
leard a faint click of the frOnt gate
atch, followed by footsteps on the
Ruth sprang to the window and drew
aside the curtain. "Look, girls! look!"
she whispered, excitedly,
And there, stealing in and out among
the tall evergreens down by the gate,
we did see a dark figure! But at this
instant two loud noises - resounded
throughout the house. One was a great
clattering of tin-ware; the other a vio
lent splashing. Our first thought was
that burglars had already entered . the
house, but when, armed with our re
spective weapons, we proceeded to the
places from whence tne sounds came,
we found that Aunt Betsey and Janie,
not-satisfied with sleeping ingloriously
while we mounted guard, hadrisen and
started on a private tour of inspection
through the house.
But alas! Both forgot the various
traps that had been placed here and
there for the benefit of midnight ma
rauders, and the first thing Aunt Bet
sey knew she found herself sitting like
Mir,- What's-liis-name emong the ruins
of Carthage. Milk pans, cake-tins, a
horse-radish grater and a cookey-cut-ter
were scattered about, while the
colander, like Achilles' helmet, was
perched upon her disheveled locks.-
Janie we fished out of the tub of
water looking like a veritable mer
maid. Fortunately, no serious dam
age was done to either,- and, as 'soon as
possible, all five of us were in the
parlor, watching the burglar down by
the gate. - '
He was still there, skulking in and
out among the trees in a most mysteri
ous way. At last, when our patience
gave out entirely, Ruth said, boldly:
I mean to see what that villain is
doing. Come, Aggie, will you go with
mer ' ' , '
"Goodness me! burely, girls, vou
don't mean to go out of the house!"
said Aunt Betsey. :
'Yes. that s lust what we do mean,"
Ruth replied, as she proceeded to wrap
a shawl about her. "1 here seems to
be only one of the rascals, and I guess
we can manage him. Anyhow, it you
hear us scream, run down to our res
cue, come, Aggie," and a minute
later the two girls had slipped ut of
the front door, and were quietly
making their way around the shady
side of the house down to the gate.
JSow near the fence, and just a lew
yards from the gate, there stood a small
building, formerly used as a tool-house
We had made it a kind of a catch-all-
storing here tools, graden seeds, corn
for the chickens, and various other
things. As - the building never con
tained anything' of value, we had
only a slight fastening to it a wooden
button and a rusty hook. When the
girls reached the building, they knew
by certain muffled sounds that the
burglar was prowling about within.
Quick-witted Ruth seized the - oppor
tunity which presented itself, and,
without a minute's hesitation, slammed
the door shut and confined it by but
ton and hook.
A violent exclamation, a mutter of
chagrin, were heard from within, but
the girls did not wait to hear more, for
with swift feet they rushed back to
the house and told us what they had
Of course we were all wild with ex
citement. The whole house was in
commotion, and poor mamma added to
the general confusion by ringing the
dinner-bell with the "i mo3t frantic
"Now that you ve caught the thieves.
Ruth, what do you mean to do?"
"Do? Kuth repeated, in consider
able perplexity. "We certainly ought
to have help to secure the thief, for it
would be too bad to have him escape
now that we have actually captured
him. But I'm really afraid that he'll
be able to work his way out of the tool
house the fastening isn't much to
boast of, you know ! Some of us must
hurry over to Farmer Jackson's, and
get him and his hired man to come
"That's so," said Agnes, and she
added, decidedly: "But, seriously, you
mustn't think of going, Ruth, because
your throat isn't well yet, and a mile's
walk in this cold, windy air would be
the very worst thing you could do !
Edith can't go, of course, and I don't
think it at all prudent for Janie to ven
ture out after her impromptu bath. I
can go better than any of you. No,
don't shake your head, aunty! There
is really nothing to be afraid of nor to
worry about! I'll take my horse-pistol
along; and so shall be able to defend
myself in a very heroic manner!" and
not heeding our remonstrances, Agnes
proceeded to wrap herself up warmly
and sany iortn on her errand.
You can scarcely imagine how anx
iously we awaited her return. Sundry
thumpings down at the tool-house noti
fied us .that its inmate was zealously
striving to effect his release, but, much
to our gratification,; the old bolt and
wooden button proved stronger than
we had thought
In less than an hour two dark figures
were seen approaching from down the
"Thank goodness! There are Aggie
and Farmer Jackson!" cried Ruth.
"No, it isn't the farmer," said Janie,
whose eyes were sharper. "It is too
tall for either him or Hans, his hired
"I heard at the sewing society last
week- that the Jacksons kept boarders,
Aunt Betsey observed. "Maybe the
farmer was down with the rheumatiz
he has spells of it and so" one of the
boarders come. But dear me! if that
vanfiinfin the tool-house is desperate.
one man can't manage him!"
"Well, he and Aggie are undoing the
door now," J anie cried, excitedly.
J ust then, as ill luck would have it,
dark cloud sailed across the moon
and the indistinct light was changed to
deepest obscurity. .
None of us watching at the window
could distinguish what was transpiring
down at the tool-house, but we listened
in breathless suspense, expecting to
hear shrieks, pistol-shots i and other
horrible, blood-curdling sounds! But
all was silent, until presently we heard
footsteps coming 4ip the frozen path.
With one accord, we all rushed to the
door, and there, framed in the gloom.
was Agnes' face her eyes sparkling.
cheeks blushing, and her whole ex
pression that of happy excitement
More wonderful than this just be
hind her was a tall, handsome young
man Guy Hunt!
"Well, 1 declare!" Aunt Betsy ex
claimed. "Did you drop from the
cloudsP" i ; " i
And while we crowded around, , Ag
nes proceeded to relate how she had
hurried over the hill to Farmer Jack
son's but found that he was not at
home; how Mrs. Jackson had said that
she would wake one of the boarders
and ask him to come to our assistance;
how the boarder had turned out to be
none other than Mr. Guv Hunt, who
for some reason or other had taken it
into his head to visit this part of the
country. :.: " -
"But the burglar!" we all exclaimed,
in breathless interest v.;
Agnes and Guy looked at each other,
and laughed in a provoking and mys
"The burglar?" said Guy. "Oh, we
let him go; he wa3 only a harmless sort
Agnes told us afterward, though,
that the burglar was Farmer Jackson
himself, who, at Guy's request, had
come'over with a big basket of goodies
for our Christmas dinner, the intention
being to leave the basket in the tool
house. - ; '
"You see, a rumor had been floating
about that we were really; destitute,
and Guy had taken this secret way of
helping us. His plan had turned out
differently, but much better than he
had anticipated. During their moon
light walk he had pleaded his cause so
well that Agnes was obliged to give
her consent to their marriage.
As for the mark on the gate-post, it
afterward turned out to have been
been made by" Tommy Perkins, who,
with sundry other mischievous urchins.
.had desired to add to the general "ex
citement in the neighborhood.
So you see, with all our ups an!
downs, the' old year went out in a
cheery way, and on New Year's day
We had a little wedding at our- house.
Only our family and the Jacksons
were present, and the affair "passed off
with nothing remarkable occuring,
save that on the inner side of the broad
golden band that was the sign of Ag
nes' wifehood, was engraved a large
X! Mary E. Bushy in Chimney Cor'
Interesting: Information About Costameg
Which are Becoming;, bat Not Costly.
Economists will be glad to know that j
the fashion of having the basque differ-;
ent from the skirt is now not confined
to materials only, but extends to colors
as well; thus a red velvet basque ia
worn with black sk'rts, and a -blue
basque with red skirts. This plan gives
variety to a limited wardrobe, and
such changes, or the possibility of
them, should, be considered in selecting
the winter outfit. Ihe use of J Jerseys
probably brought tlrs fashion about, as
they are often worn now in contrast to
the skirts that complete them, a red
silk Jersey being thought appropriate
with black,' blue or green skirts. The
fine white wool Jerseys, stylishly
trimmed with wide Hercules braid!,
with or without a little gilt or silver,
are now used in the house with any
light wool skirts, such as pale blue wool
or cashmere, and light tan-colored
Jerseys are worn with dancer wool or
silk skirts. -
Wide stripes grow in favor for lower
skirts, or as the apron front on plain
wool or silk dresses. These stripes are
lengthwise for short figures, and across
for those who are tall. An economical
plan is that of buying inexpensive vel
vet ribbons two inches wide, and sew
ing them on any part of the costume
that may suit the wearer's fancy;
thus a very deep X apron ; of
black silk or wool may be striped
lengthwise by velvet ribbon two
or even three inches wide; or there may
be a short apron, and the whole space
below may be covered by either per
pendicular or horizontal velvet stripes.
The stripes re-appear a3 a vest, or a
sauare plastron, and the high collar
band and the narrow cuffs are covered
with velvet. This trimming is used on
light wool . dresses, and is very hand
some for golden brown camel' s-hair,
with the velvet ribbon slightly darker,
and also in the dahlia shades of pur
Verv oale tan-colored cloth, almost
as light as ecru tints, is made up in
dressy costumes for young ladies to
wear at afternoon receptions. Gilt
braid and some slightly darker fur are
the trimmings, and there is usually a
fanciful cap or small bonnet of the
same cloth. These are carriage cos
tumeSi as they are too light and too
dressy to be worn when walking, al
though made of cloth, the material
now most used for walking dresses.
Tapestry embroidery .done in old
fashioned cross stiches in dull soft
colors is the newest trimming for black
velvet jackets that form part of elegant
house toilettes. This embroidery is not
in borders, but in detached pieces ap
plied irregularly on the Jacket
To test whether or not a color will
be becoming, modistes lay the hand
of the wearer on the colored fabric, and
if the hand looks fairer, or at least does
not look more sallow, than before, it is
a safe choice and may be worn near
the face. Harper's Bazar.
A residence of sheet-iron 13 being
erected m Sherman, lex.
SCHOOL AND CHURCH.
A London professor teaches the art .
of memory. .
-Thus far the Methodist Church
South has raised $367,158 in centenary
donations. X . X -. .
There are 810 Young Men's Chris-,
tian associations, with 103,137 members,
owning $3,956,675 worth of real estate.
Hawaii, with about 67,000 popula
tion, reports 201 schools, with about
3,000 pupils. Three-fourths of these at- .
tended public schools. More th an half
the children of the nation were receiv
ing instruction in the English language.
- Said Mr. Moody at Tremont -Temple:
"I'm tired of hearing people -say
that they haven't the ability to en
gage in Christian service, or the time,
or the tact, or some other excuse.
Why don't they be honest, and say they
haven't the heart" Boston Journal.
"One of the surest proofs of a gen
uine Christian church," says the Rich
mond Advocate, "is devotion to its min
ister, and if he be worthy of love and
sympathy, it is scarcely possible for this
devotion to be excessive either in view
of the preacher himself or of his people. ' '
Dr. Gelle, of Paris, has found that
twenty to twenty-five per cent of chil
dren hear only within a limited range.
A practical result of this discovery is t
A , . 1 , 1 . , , A.
xnac ennaren are now piaceu at sucu a
distance from the teacher's desk as will
correspond with their strength of hear
ing." ;.- '
A rosewood tree near Santa Rosa,
Cal., furnished all the lumber for the
Baptist Church at that place. The in
terior of the building is finished in wood,
there being no plastered walls. After
the lumber for the church was taken
60,000 shingles were made from what
remained pf the tree. Chicago Inter
A window in St Mary's Church at
Lambeth, Eng.', has a picture of a ped
dler with his dog, and tradition says that
a peddler left the church an acre of
ground, conditioned only that this pic
ture should be thus preserved. The
building dates from the thirteenth cen
tury, and all records arejost but a bit
of ground owned by the churcfr is al
ways called peddlers acre, and it now
yields over Jtl.OOO a year.
The Oxford Press is about to effect
a revolution in the Book of Common
Prayer. It proposes to issue a Sunday
Service Book of the Church of England,
the object of which is "not to change a
sentence, or even syllable, of any of the
services: it will add nothing but pers
picuity of form, it will subtract nothing
but confusion of order;" and further, it
is" anticipated "it will tend to popularize
and utilize the Book of Common Prayer
among the masses." "' --
Ohio during the past year instructed
483,232 children in her public schools.
There are 81,021 in private schools.
There are 1,081,321 children of school
age in the State. The average monthlv
pay of the 11,086 male teachers in the
public schools is $39 each; that of the
18,049 female teachers is $29 a curious
discrepancy. The school expenses of
the State during the past year amounted
to $8,820,915. Cleveland Leader.
. : m m & t k. a mm a a- m rm tin
Uncle Sam's farm at Mare Island,
Cal., produced 4,000 bushels of wheat
last summer. - -
The most juvenile divorce case" yet
reported occurs in Philadelphia between
a fourteen-year-old girl and a twenty-
one-year-old-man. he claims that he
deceived her by saying that he lived in
a brick house, whereas he was a brick
layer's apprentice. Philadelphia Times.
"Yes." said the gilded vouth. "I
want a wife to make home pleasant."
"But" objected his friend, "you d be
howling around nights all the same."
"Yes; but now nobody cares, and it
would be such comfort to know that
somebody was at home mad about it
ClLw.ann Trthitnp.. -
Mrs. De Sparks "O, have you
heard the news?" Mr. De . Sparks
"What news?" "Mrs. Poultice's daugh
ter has eloped with the coachman."
"Nothing unusual about that She did
just as all other women do." "What
all other women do! - What do you
mean?" "She took a husband for
wheel and whoa. Philadelphia Call.
A young man once went to Vicks
burg, Miss., and announced that he was
foing to publish a "lively, spicy paper,
evoted to local affairs." Next day
several one-armed, one-legged, and
one-eyed gentlemen called' on him and
advised him not to do it, because they
had tried it and it didn't seern to suit
the people of those parts. Some people
have no idea of true humor. Baltimore
"I see you advertise goods to be sold
for a mere song," said he, as he stepped
into a furniture store on Washington
Street "Yes, sir," answered the gen
tlemanly proprietor. "Well, now, let
me see; I like that red plush sofa there,
and will sing you 4Whea the Robins
Nest Again' for it" At last , accounts
he was able to sit up in bed, and if he
continues to improve he will piobably
be out in a weeK. Boston Post. -
A Little Rock man sold his cooking
stove to get money enough to take his
family to the circus. When one of his
friends remonstrated with him he said :
"We had no use for the stove. Had
nothing to cook." "But why didn't
you buy something to eat with the
money you got for the stove?" "Then
we would have nothing to cook it on.
Don't talk to me. I'm a philosopher.
A traveling man who was not keep
ing up 'very well in his business came
home one day with his valise in his
hand, and his bright little daughter met
him at the gate. "O, papa," she cried,
"where did you find it?" "Find what
Bessie?" "Your gripsack, of course."
"It wasnt lost, dear." "Yes it was,,
for I heard Mrs. Jones tell Mrs. Brown
you had lost your grip, and she was real
sorry." Merchant Traveler. i
"My dear," said Mr. Snigginbot
tom to his wife one day nt the table, as
he valiantly struggled to carve a piece
of meat, "why do the butchers . put
these miserable wooden pins into the
roasts? Every time I try to carve off a
slice I strike on one of them." "I do
not know, dear, unless the meat is mere
skewer that way," responded Mrs Snig
ginbottom. "Maria, I tliink you had,
better see ft physician at once. I am
afraid overwork is affectir g your mind."