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Astoria, Clatsop Co., Oregon.
J. C. IKEIiANI,
A Farewell of the Period.
Farewell, my dearestr nevermore,
Hand clasped in hand, shall we together
Koam o'er the breezy, broad sea-downs,
All in the merry soft May weather!
But then this thought occurs to me:
'Twill save a trifle in shoe-leather.
Farewell! for fate will have it so,
Oh, fondest heart! Oh, tenderest, nearest!
The hues of spring have lost their glow
The leaf the leaf is at its searest,
I may not wed thee, sweet just now,
Dry goods and things are at their dearest.
Farewell, beloved thou art free
A fearful dearth of funds had done it;
I'll keep the ever in my heart
I'll put thee in my choicest sonnet;
These will I, love they little cost
Not so a Paris gown and bonnet!
And now we go divided ways;
Dead broke am I that's all too certain;
I take no more stock in boquets,
Bon-bons, and all that goes with flirtin';
So now I drop love's pretty theme,
And, 60 to speak, pull down the curtain.
"Only think of it I A clerk! A sales
woman J" "It seems to me I'd have
worked my fingers to the bone in some
other way before I would have come to
that," said Lizzie Doyle, going to the
mirror and re-adjusting a twenty-dollar
"So would I. But then, what could
"At least she might have made herself
a little less public. If there's anything
I despise, it's these saleswomen!"
"So do I. How much better it would
have been to have gone into dress-making,
or millinery, or something of that
sort. But to stand behind the counter
like a man!"
"Papa always did like those Stanleys,"
said Lizzie Doyle, petulantly.
"Yes, we all liked them well enough
until Mr. Stanley failed, didn't we?"
"No, not I, for one. Laura was al
ways too independent in her notions.
Don't you remember how hard she stud
ied at school? It does seem as if she
foresaw her father's failure."
"I wonder she didn't try for some bet
ter position, then. She is surely capable
of being something better than a shop
girl." "Oh, I believe papa intends to pro
mote her when Mr. Jobley goes West.
She will then take Mr. Jobley's place as
junior bookeeper. Think of that for a
"That would be better than selling
goods. I don't see how she can do that
with her refined tastes. "Why don't she
give lessons, I wonder? It might not
bring her in quite so much money, but it
would be a deal nicer."
"Yes, and then we could recognize
her," said Lizzie Doyle.
"That's what I was coming to," was the
quick reply of her companion, a small,
sallow-faced girl, elaborately trimmed
and flounced. "How are we to treat her
now? We have been great friends, you
know that is, when she was in our set,"
she added, seeing Lizzie's brow darken.
"I'll tell you how shall treat her," re
sponded Lizzie, slowly drawing on a pair
of perfumed, three-button kid gloves;
"precisely as I treat all of papa's clerks.
And I should like to see any one of them
"Oh, but Laura won't presume ! You
needn't be afraid of that; she's too
"She must be,'-' said Lizzie, sneeringly,
"to take that position ! I s.hall not notice
''But how can you help it when you go
to the store or to church? She sits so
near to us you know."
"Of course she'll give up that pew. She
can't afford that."
"That's precisely what she does not
mean to do. I heard her &ay that the
family must economize somewhere else
and keep the pew. Her mother is hard
of hearing, and could not enjoy the ser
vices further back. The children, too,
must go to church. That is the last
thing, she said, one ought to give up. I
heard her say this to your father last Sun
day." "How provoking!" said Lizzie, impa
tiently. "She will always be in our faces.
But I shall have nothing to do with her.
I know what it's for, the artful minx !
it's to keep near us. She knows she's got
into papa's good graces: and Al, too, ad
mires her. I don't see what there is,
though, to admire. She's very plain."
. "Laura is no beauty," was the reply;
"but I don't think she's so very plain.
She certainly has lowered herself,though,
by going into a store." And thereupon
the two girls went out for their walk.
It was near twilight of that same day
when Laura Stanley walked briskly home
and entered the neat two-story house to
which her mother had lately removed
such of her household effects as had been
spared by the auctioneer.
"This is really pleasant," she said,
sinking into a chair that had been drawn
near to the glowing grate.
"I had no idea, mother, that you would
so soon make the house so home-like and
"Are you very tired, my dear?" asked
her mother, a pretty, refined-looking
woman, as she helped her daughter to
"take off her cloak and hat.
"Rather, but I like the business; and
it's a fine place for the study of charac
ter," she added, with a curl of the lip
which her mother noticed.
"I wish you had chosen something else,
my dear. I was sure your feelings would
"I don't wish so," said Laura, briskly.
"There is nothing else would have brought
a salary at once,and as for my feelings, it
don't hurt me a bit to find out the hol
lowness of society. I used to wonder
what a certain person would be tome if
I were not the rich Harvey Stanley's
daughter,and now I know. It's a knowl
edge worth gaining."
'Do you meet many persons you are
acquainted with?" asked her mother,
busying herself in getting the tea.
"Oh yes; and it's amusing whea they
come upon me suddenly. '0! it's
reallj ! is this Miss Stanley?' And
sometimes up go the eye-glasses. Then
I feel well, as if I should like to-freeze
somebody, if I could, for a minute.
Others see me and make believe they
are examining goods; so absorbed are
they that they go clear by me without
looking up, and pass out in the same
way. But such slights don't trouble me.
1 find out how much true friendship is
worth, and who, out of all the seeming
ladies I have been in the habit of meet
ing, are true, and who are false."
"Then you meet some who are true?"
"Yes, indeed ; Judge Agate's wife, who
always seemed to me so proud and dis
tant, came up to me with a glowing face
and fairly congratulated me. She did it
like a lady, too, and like a friend. There
was nothing patronizing about her. And
there were several others to whom I know
my position makes no difference. They
prize me for what I am. Yet what a
price to pay for learning the value of
true inendship!" added Laura, with a
"I met Aggie Doyle to-day, aud she
wouldn't speak to me," said Alice,Laura's
sister, who had come into the room and
overheard the last remark. "Why
should't she speak to. me, I wonder."
"Because your sister is a clerk in her
father's store," said LaurajSomewhat bit
terly. "That's no reason why she should treat
me so," the child replied.
"Of course it is not; nor is it any rea
son why Lizzie, her eldest sister, should
utterly ignore me. I always liked her so
much, too. But to-day she came into the
store and passed me with such a sweep
ing glance, after I had prepared a smife
and a welcome for her. Mr. Doyle has
been so kind since papa's death that I
looked for better treatment from Lizzie.
That, I confess, has wounded me; and I
shall have to meet her so often ! But
never .mind, I must remember my place,"
she added, rather bitterly. "I have to
work for my living now but I will be
proud of it! Good-bye, old life of lazy
ease ! Good-bye, old worthless friends !
Your coldness cannot hurt the real me it
is only the worthless young lady of fash
ion who feels it, and she is slowly de
parting this life."
So saying, she sat down gayly to the
tea-table, and soon forgot all about the
toil and the slights of the day.
"Have you filled out all your invita
tions?" asked Lizzie's eldest brother, one
of the firm of Doyle & Co., some days
after the preceding conversation took
Lizzie was arranging a hundred or
moie tmy, cream-colored envelopes,which
she tied together with some prctty,bright
"I believe so," she replied, with a smile.
"I have asked every young lady of my ac
quaintance, and I think our party will
be the liuestof the season, if papa will
only have the carpets taken up in the
west rooms and the floors chalked, llut
ger will do them for fifty dollars, and
you have no idea how beautifully he
"I think father will not refuse you
that," her brother replied. "I'll speak to
him about it."
"Oh, thank you, Al. Then I'm sure
he will have it done. I have asked him
for so many things that I am almost
afraid to ask for more."
"By-the-by, have you invited Miss
Laura Stanley?" her brother asked as he
was going out.
"Of course not!" said Lizzie, with as
"Of course not? And pray, why not?"
he asked, standing still.
"Why,"Al, what an idea ! She wouldn't
expect it. Our shop-girl father's clerk !
I wouldn't have her for the world !"
"Then, if you are sure she wouldn't
come, you might have sent her an invita
tion out of compliment," her brother re
plied. "I don't consider her an acquaintance,"
said Lizzie, loftily ; and Al walked out
of the room with an abrupt shrug of the
Presently her father came in.
"Lizzie," he said, I particularly wish
you to send a note of invitation to Miss
"Papa, you don't mean it !" exclaimed
"Indeed, I do mean it. What! slight
the daughter of my most cherished friends,
because she has come down in the world
in a money point of view? I should de
spise myself for it."
"But, papa, she won't come," said
"Never mind whether she will come or
not. Write an invitation. I will take it
Lizzie sat down, pale and angry, to
write the note. After all her boasting of
having "cut the Stanleys'," it 'was very
hard to be obliged to invite Laura. Her
cheeks grew hot, as she indited the polite
little missive, while she remembered the
many times she had "openly" ignored her
to whom it was addressed. She would
have disobeyed had she dared would
even have withheld the note after it was
written, had her father not stood by to
take it himself. It was indeed humiliat
Later, her brother Al came to her.
"I should like an invitation, Lizzie, for
a young lady of my acquaintance," he
said, in a quiet voice.
"Who is she?"
"The young lady whom I have asked to
be my wife," he said, smiling.
"Oh, Al, of course you shall have it!
I am to have a sister, then? I'm so glad !
What is her name? Is she in the city?
Will she be sure to come? I'm sure I
can't think of .anybody." And then she
paused, puzzled at his shrewd smile.
"Do I know her?" she asked.
"You used to," he answered. "It is
Miss Laura Stanley!"
She sank down, covering her face with
"I was- afraid she might feel the slight
so keenly," he said, softly, "that I hur
ried matters a little. So you need not be
afraid now that she will not come. Will
you not prepare an invitation?"
"I have. Papa has carried it to her.
But oh, Al, a clerk!"
"A noble woman," said her brother,
"who dares face the sneers of 'her set,'
and take an honest position for the sake
of those who are dependent upon her,
rather than whine about her former dig
nity, and live upon charity. I wish there
were more like her."
So Lizzie was forced, for once in her
life, to eat humble pie.
The intensity of the sunshine is repro
duced in the Arab eye; the simoon is a
terrible symbol of those guests of wrath
which desolate the human soul. Luxury
and indolence are their characteristics as
well as fiery tempers, and we are at a loss
to reconcile one with the other. Our
sky, bright as it is, is not to be compared
with that of the East. After fifty days
of desert travel I left it fascinated by the
variety of its scenes. In its solitude it
resembled the ocean, but it is sweet and
refreshing. Providence leaves none of
the desert-places of the earth without
some atoning quality. God has breathed
upon the desert this sweet and cleansing
breath. I could point out many traits of
resemblance between the sailor and Be
douin. Both are free and roving in their
tastes. Among either you will rarely find
a coward. I prefer here speaking of the
wandering Arab as a type of the race.
The Arab dialect, in which the Koran is
written, is "still spoken in its pristine
purity, in iEgirls, around Mecca. The
Arab is brave, and his sense of honor ir
reproachable. He is devoted to the
muses. I have no doubt that Christian
knights first learned their sense of honor
and chivalry among the Saracens at the
time of the Crusades. The law of pro
tection is held in as much respect among
the Arabs as in the Koran. The pride of
the Arab is his birthright, and dignity in
his natural manner. The Arab is gener
ous, and his hospitality is universal ; the
guest confers an honor upon his host, and
the name of strangers is sacred. A Trav
eler in the East.
,Lord Byron. Those who have heard
anything of the personal characteristics
of Lord Byron have heard of his extreme
sensitiveness regarding his personal ap
pearance. The slight defect of one of
his feet was a source of life-loug and
painful annoyance. Personal cleanliness,
even to the very minutest particulars, he
regarded as a prime necessity. A speck
of dirt on a man's finger-nail was, in his
estimation, abominable; at all events, he
would not give his hand to such. It is
rolated of the poet that once upon a time
some one informed him that Waiter Sav
age Landor intended to introduce him
satirically into a new "Imaginary Con
versation." "If he does," said Byron, "I will cer
tainly call him out; and you can tell
When Landor heard this, he replied,
"Well, I had really no intention of
showing up his lordship in a 'Coversa
tion,' but now I will. You may tell him
that, though he prides himself upon be
ing a good shot, I am a better. I will
not kill him, but I will either strike off
his nose or an ear. I shall be sure to do
it, too, without harming another feature."
This was told to Byron, and it silenced
him; for, though no man feared death
less, he had a horror of mutilation of his
handsome face, which was more than
There is a New Kind op Casabi
anca. It is a boy that can stay at his
post as long as there is any use of his
holding it, that is not afraid of threat nor
the presence of violence, and keeps his
work resolutely in hand so long as there
is work to do. This is what is reported
of August Doudel, the brave little tele
graph operator who was shut up in the
Pittsburgh railroad office on Saturday
night. He kept on telegraphing, doing
his duty, without the slightest regard to
the mob surrounding him. They could
not drive him away so long as .the con
necting wires responded to his hand.
When at last they fired the building, he
quietly, and with a touch of humor, sent
his last message, "Eire's too hot. Good
night," and got away in time! showing
himself to be as sensible as brave. Obe
dience to order and discipline were never
more needed than nowpand'itis a noble
thing to die at ' one's post, if thereby a
trust is kept that saves other lives or
keeps destruction or rapine at "bay. But
to hit it as accurately as this-boy1 has
done, to care nothing for the risk of life
so long as his magnets worked and he
could send intelligent replies xver,the
wires and then to know when to quit,.
makes us confess that the modern 6aaa
bianca is a great improvement over the
old. Philadelphia Ledger.
Forgive any, sooner than thyself.
A good many years ago, when the ac
complished daughter of a well-known
gentleman of this city was a little girl,
she was taken ill with scarlet fever, and
when she recovered was, stone deaf.
Fortunately the child, who- possessed a
remarkably sweet voice, had learned to
talk before the attack, and the physi
cian who attended her, finding that her
sense of hearing had entirely gone, en
joined upon the mother the necessity of
carefully keeping up the habit of speech,
in order that it should not be totally lost.
From that time out the mother devoted
herself to the preservation of her daugh
ter's voice, almost to the exclusion of
everything else, and the successful issue
oi ner undertaking has proved an ample
reward for her labors. The young lady
is now not only an accomplished member
of society, but an excellent artist, well
known among the painters of Kew York.
Her education was so carefully attended
to by her mother that she not only talks
well, but understands everything that is
said to her by simply watching the lips
of her interlocutor. On one oocasion an
eminent clergyman of this city called to
see her mother, and was received by the
young lady. After some fifteen minutes
the mother presented herself, and the
young lady retired. Presently the con
versation turned upon the daughter, and
the mother said something abouj; her
"infirmity." The clergyman, who had
seen nothing to indicate auy lack of per
ception in the young lady, and who had
not noticed any physical defect, was sur
prised, and asked what was meant. The
mother than explained that her child was
stone-deaf. The clergyman was loath to
believe it, and almost demanded further
proof of the fact. The young lady was
then called, and it was proven to his en
tire satisfaction that she could not un
derstand a single word that was spoken
unless she saw the motion of the lips
which uttered it. Like the deaf girl de
scribed in Wilkie Collin's novel of "Hide
and Seek," she is singularly susceptible
to any vibration of the timbers of the
room or house in which she may be, and
her mother has established a system of
telegraphy with her by means of the
doors and balusters, by which she can
communicate with her throughout the
whole house. By simply striking the
baluster or door with the open hand
her parents can apprise' her that her pres
ence is desired in a particular room or
part of the premises, and by modifica
tion of the raps can inform her of many
of the minor affairs that are taking place.
Although her father has a handsome
competence, this young lady earns enough
for her own support in the pursuit of her
aitNew York World.
How She Served Two Masters.
The sweetest oratory that I have lis
tened to on cliff or in forest was when I
awoke from a twilight dream which had
overtaken me as I sat leaning against the
base of a monster tree. They were upon
the opposite side and I could not run.
Sai she : "Since we were children I
have felt a deep interest and friendliness
in your welfare, ttnd since I came to
know the blessedness of hope Ihave
longed to share any joy with you. Will
you give your heart to your maker?"
He said : "I can't do that, Molly. I
would if I could, because yoti wish it. I
gave it to you last winter during our
meetings of the lJeu d'tsprit? and if you
really don't want to keep it yourself, if
you don't in the least care for it, you may
give it to whoever you like, for I shall
never have any use for it. I would like,
you know, to share a blessedness of hope
very likely much the same as yourself if
you would only arrange things so that I
might have you all the time to divide the
joy with which I hope you mean; can't
She said, "O John?" and then there
was a fumbling, and if he didn't kiss her,
and she didn't kiss him, why, "Katy did,"
and the woods are full of them. Then
she said, "You must tell pa how you
feel," and he said :
"Isn't it too soon after getting a new
heart to tell a fellow's experience?" and
she said, "Not at all. It is proper, and
I am very happy."
He said : "Not as happy, Molly, as if
I had given my heart to the Lord, are
you?" He asked his question in a pa
thetic tone, and she replied, "It is all the
same, John. I'll see that the good Lord
gets it at last."
Then they went off to inform pa, and
get an earthly blessing from him, for
John is in the leather business, and very
prosperous. Chicago Timea? Oamp-Xfeet-ing
m m - - ---
Anecdote of General John C. Breck
inridge. A few evenings since some
gentlemen were in conversation upon the
character of the late General John C.
Breckinridge, and how trie Democracy
of Madison county were bound to and
how many of them almost worshipped
him. A lawyer then related an anecdote
going to prove this fact. He said shortly
after the battle of Sbiloh a client came
into his office, depositing two bushel
baskets which hadcontained some spiing
chickens, and asked the news. "Nothing,
I believe," replied the lawyer. "Why,
haven't we had some late fighting down
about Shiloh?" "Yes." "Well, how did
we (rebels) come out?" "The rebels got
the advantage the first day, but the next
day the Yankees were re-enforced and
whipped the rebels." "That ain't the
way we her'n it down our way." "Well,
how did you hear it .down your way?"
"Well, we nerVthatr they fit two days in
and two 'day's eurand: along 5laie in 'the
"evening of the second day came John CT
Brackenridge, and he jist asked for the
privilege of the field for fifteen minutes,
and they do say he slew a hundred thou
sand of 'em I" Bichmond (Ky.) Register.
Prisoners Going to Siberia.
The saddest sight in Russia to a trav
eler is the manner in which the civil
prisoners are treated. It is a common
spectacle to see 300 or 400 poor wretches
on their way to Siberia under a military
escort; for most of them are chained to
gether in couples, while the women and
children who have elected to share their
bread-winners' lot have also to submit
to be treated as criminals. Poor clad,
and apparently half-starved, the wonder
is that any of the party should ever sur
vive the dreadful journey. A Russian
criminal condemned to exile is sent away
with very little ceremony. But when arl
officer of the army, or other person of
note, has been sent to banishment for life,
he is dressed in full uniform and led to
the scaffold in some public place. In the
presence of the crowd he is made to
kneel, while his epaulets and decorations
are torn from his coat, and his sword is
broken over his head. He is declared
legally dead; his estates are confiscated,
and his wife can consider herself a widow
if she so chooses. From the scaffold he
starts on his journey to Siberia. His
wife and children, sisters or mother can
follow or accompany him if they choose,
but on condition that they share his ex
ile. Mr. Arnold, in his book entitled
"Through Persia by Caravan," relates
how, when passing through Russia, he
saw a party of prisoners embarked on
board a steamer on the river Volga.
They were positively caged amidships,
so that every part of the interior could be
seen, just as in the lion-houses of the
Zoological Gardens, with this difference-
that in the case of prisoners there was
no overhanging roof to prevent the rain
or sunshine from pouring in upon their
wretchedness. At the back of the cage
there was a lair common to all, without
distinction of sex or age. And when all
were secured, including the guiltless
women and children, fights occurred for
the places least exposed to the east wind.
This is asystem which must surely fade
away beneath that public opinion which
is fast becoming too strong for even auto
cratic monarchs to despise; for we are
told that the emancipation of the Rus
sian serfs has made a vast legal, social
and material improvement in the lower
order of the people; and it is to the peo
ple that the world will look for that
much-needed reform which will enable
Russia, perhaps at no distant day, to take
an honorable place among civilized
How Women Dress in Persia.
A few women were seen. We met one
sitting astride on horseback, as all East
ern women ride. We believe them to be
women because of their costume and size ;
but we can see no part of them, not even
a hand or an eye. They are shrouded
from the head to the knees in a cotton or
silk sheet of dark blue or black the
chudder, it is called, which passes over
the head and is held with the hands
around and about the body. Over the
chudder is tied around the head a yard
long veil of white cotton or linen, in
which before the eyes is a piece of open
work about the size of a finger, which is
their only lookout and ventilator. The
veil passes under the chudder at the
chin. Every woman before going out of
doors puts on a pair of trousers, gener
ally of the same stuff and color of the
chudder, and thus her outdoor seclusion
and disguise are complete. Her husband
could not recognize her in the street. In
this costume Mohammedan women group
their way about the towns of Persia,
their trousers are tightly bound about
the ankles above tneir colored stockings,
which are invariably of home manufac
ture; and slippers with no covering for
the heel, complete the unsightly, un
wholesome apparel of those uncomforta
ble victims of the Persian reading of the
Koran. The indoor costume of Persian
women of the higher class appears in
delicate to the Europeans. The chudder
and trousers are the invariable wal king
costume. Indoors the dress of a Persian
lady is more like that of a bailot-giri.
In the anterooms of Persian royalty my
wife was received by princesses thus at
tired, or rather unattired. Arnold's
"Through Persia by Caravan."
An Oakland huckster bought a fine
mule at auction on California street last
week. He paid one hundred and forty
dollars for it and christened it Martin
Luther. After trying three days to put
its harness on from a second-story win
dow, the owner resoldit yesterday for
fourteen dollars, on long time, and under
the style and title of "Sara." It was
purchased by the city government, and
will henceforth be used tp suppress riots.
It is calculated that when backed gently
and firmly into a mob, the business end
of this faithful animal will be equal to
four Gatling guns aricl a howitzer. S. F.
Absent things act upon us by means
of tradition. History may be called ordi
nary tradition ; while that of a higher
kind is mythical, and nearly related to
imagination; but if we still seek a third
kind of meaning in it, it is transformed
to mysticism. It also easily assumes a
subjective character, so that we only ap
propriate that which is sympathetic to
The Nation's opinion is that such repu
diating States as Minnesota and Georgia
are no better than common cheats, and aB
such ought to be exposed and disgraced
throughout the civilized world.
The credit system is one of the great
est curses to the laboring man. If you
wish to keep out of debt and live inde
pendent, never run an account at the
store or grocery.