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JE TELEPHONE THE TELEPHONE. r>E31OCJl*JLTICJ PUHLISHED RATES OF ADVERTISING. MORNING. FRIDAY h’ERY PUBLICATION OFFICE: I Door North of cor er Third aod E Sta , M c MTNN VILLE. OR. SUBSCRIPTION KATES: (IN ADVANCE.*) rear ........ lonths...... í months 9'2 (XI . 1 00 Ó0 MCMINNVILLE, OREGON, NOVEMBER 18, 1887. VOL. II STOVES! 6ONNET. S. A. MANNING OVES TIHILE FIKEST X.TJSTE OF In the county, the new acorn . ese stoves, without doubt, are the best ve manufactured. One of these stoves will given to the new cash subscriber to the iLEPHONE who guesses nearest its weight. f|n Stove tri ven away. 5 lUU COME ANO SUBSCRIBE $1,50 A YEAR. Schofield & Morgan, 87 Washington St., Portland, Oregon. all and Ceiling Papers Of all Grades and the Latest Eastern Styles------ SAMPLES MAILED OUST APPLICATION: 'ONSORIAL PARLOR, king, Hair Cutting and- - - - - - - - Slmmpoing Parlors. C. H. FLEMING, Prop. 11 kinds of fancy hair cutting done In latest and neatest style )1 kind« of funcy hair dressing and hair jg a specialty Special attention given Ladies’ and Childrens* Work also have for sale a very fine assort it of hair oils, hair tonics, cosmetics, etc • I have in connection with my parlor, > • the largest and finest stock of CIGARS hird . Evdl in the city. S trest M c M innvilh . O bbooh J. SMITH, Tall Oaks From Little Acorns Grow. With brains and skill and patient will. Which shows them great painstakers! The Wagon that has pleased the world. Was made by S tudebakers The Country grew with rapid strides; The West with teeming acres, Was in a quandry what to do! Till relieved by S tudebakers . S o , with Iron and Wood and labor good, Though they have many Imitators ; If you want the Wagon that’s best on earth ! Just buy of S tudebakers . The^moral is plain, which you may know* And if you look, you may see also* That the largest daks from Acorns grow; The same as the S tudebakers . New Blacksmith Shop! AMITY, OREGON. SAM LIKENS, Proprietor. Blacksmithing and carriage ironing of every description. ---- AGENT FOR- RANK BRO'S. Implement Co. Horse Shoeing AT----- And plow work a specialty. ITH’S Machine Works Also manufacture the Fill be found a complete stock of U^nCelabrated Oregon Iron Harrow, FORD plows, including the Carbon- GIVE ME A CALL. 50tf I Steel plow, and SMITH’S Patent Iking Gang. These plows are some- ig new and useful and it coats c M innville king to try them. Also the new HA NA Press Drill, call and look before rfng elsewhere. I am also prepared furnish castings and steam fixtures ihort notice. sep23tf Cor Third and D streets, McMinnville M LOGAS BROS., & HEXDERSOV, THE OLD RELIABLE ffl 1 STOTT WB! LLOWAY & GOUCHER, Props. warehouse has been thoroughly reno ted and overhauled, and new accom modations added. lest Cash Prices Paid for Grain. Irect Shipment» to San Francisco, la but standard Calcutta Sacka kept lud let on the moat reasonable terma. a?O:R.A.(3-2Hl 3 CEKT9. WM. HOLL, CITY STABLES, Third Street, between E and F Henderson Bros. Props. First-class accommodations for Commer cial men and general travel. Transient stock well cared fur. Proprietor of the II The Best Rigs in the City. Orders Promptly attended to Day or Night. McMinnville, Oregon. Honest Weight. Fair Dealing. « Proprietors. «¡Hi Mry Sta, Everything new and in First-dees Order Patronage respectfully solicited Itf The leading ESTABLISHMENT, IWELRY -OF— ÍAMHILL COUNTY, Third Street. McMinnvil'e Or. MILLINERY, “WHEN” You want any tiling in the line of Hair wearing ami Stamping. ob Printing Call At the office of the W1WT SIDE TELEPHONE We will guarantee you IT WORK, LOWEST PRICES. We make a specialty ot Fina ik and Card Printing. —Dealer in all kinds of— Flour and Feed —Goodi «old at— The Lowest Cash Price Delivered F ree ! Phyaioiaa & Surgeon, ... Opposite Grange Store McMinnville. Or. —And— 3. A. YOUNG. M. D. ItSXVILLt, ---- THE LEADER IN----- OlMOV. | Ice and residence on D street. promptly auswered day or night. All To all partons residing within city limits. Lyle AVritçht D.aler in V. PRICE, PHOTOGRAPHER. Stain b .Wass' Baildins. Uregwk Harness. Saddles, Etc, Etc. Repairing neatly done al reasonable fatae Wright’s new huildlna Corner Third and F tirent, MeMmnviUa. Or. Love make* the solid grossness musical; All lueltcu in the marvel of its breaths. Life's level facts attain a lyric swell, And liquid births leap up from rocky deaths, Witching tho world with wonder. Thus, today, Watching the crowding peop e in the street, I thought the ebbing and the flowing feet Moved to a delicate sense of rhythm ulway; And that I heard the yearning faces say, “Soul, sing me this new song!” The autumn leaves Throbbed subtly to me an immortal tune; And when a warm shower wet the roofs at noon, Soft melodies slid down on mo from the eaves. Dying delicious iu a mystic swoon. —Richard Realf. A NOBLE VICTORY. The waves break on the shore of the North sea. A sharp wind from tho north sweeps over its surface, driving the waves high be fore it. On their crests rises and sinks the white foam. How the water surges forward, as if it woulj i nsù far into the land. But again and ap/^n it retreats from the white sand, only to return in basto the next morn ing. On the shore lies stretched out thefvillage of Husom. Every little bouse stands by itself, often separated from its neighbor by a wide space of perhaps fifty feet, which is generally made into a garden, in which a few feeble plants draw a scanty nourishment from the ground. With no less difficulty do the inhab itants of Ilusom manage to get their living. They are all fishermen, and the sea is their real home, on which they go out for miles to cost their nets. When the sun shines on a smooth surface it is au exhilarating occupa tion, but w hen a sudden storm springs up while the boats are far from land and a fog settles down upon the water like a broad, heavy mantle, then one understandshow hard are the conditions and the perpetual danger attending the labor by which these men earn their bread. The sea runs high and most of the boats have pulled in to land. Two men are still working to save their property in the same way. They are both young, large, vigorous men, with sun burned face* and toil hardened hands. At hist their boats too rest on the shore firmly secured. “Laro,” said one of the men, straightening up and buttoning his short jacket, “this will be a fierce blow to-night.” The other nodded: “It is lucky that none of us are out.” Meanwhile they have started homeward, and stri« le along together in silence. The only street of the village is quiet. It is dark, here and there a faint light gleaming from a little window. They are passing a small house, and, almost as if by a secret agreement, they approach and glance through the lighted window to the inside. Au old man with white hair aiad beard sits in a large arm chair; his head bns fallen forward on his breast—a piatire of the life fa&t sinking to rest. At the table, on the opposite side, sits, in bright contrast, a young girl, sewing—a fresh, lovely face, with round, rosy cheeks and luxuriant, fair hair. Kate Mason is the prettiest girl in the village, and the most industrious, on whom many a young fellow looks with earnest glance. Early and late she is busy, supporting heroelf and her aged father by her own hands. The loiterers at the window have turned and gone on their way. At lust Lars said: •‘Good night, Christoph,” and crossed the street to his home. He had heard the reply to his greeting, and now waited and listened, standing by the fence that inclosed bis little tract of ground. Christoph had not gone on, but bad turned back—for what? Laro felt a misgiving. He, too, hastened back. The wind drives fall in his face, but he does not heed. Now he bears Christoph’s steps before him, but cannot see, for it is very dark. There stands the little bouse where Katie Mason lives. Christoph stands by the win dow. Lars sees him plainly in the light of tho lamp that falls full upon him. He hears a tap on tho window, and now Christoph has bis hand on the door, and it opens before him. “Thou, Christoph? What brings thee so late?” asked Katie, holding on to the door, which the storm was shaking. “I was passing und saw thee sitting, so I stopped to Lid thee ‘sleep well.’” “Thou dearl” sho said, putting out her hand. The wind seized the door thus set free, and flung it wide open against tho wall. But Christoph, using all his strength, drew the girl into the ball und closed tho door. Lars grew hot under his coarse jacket; hot in spito of the blustering wind. He stepped close to the door and heard speaking within, but could not distinguish anything. He waited, his heart filled with the pangs of jealousi. How long ho stood he knew not; it seemed an eternity to him. At last the door opened and Christoph stepped out. ‘ Sleep well, dear girl,” ho whispered. u“Goodby, dear Christoph.” Tho key was tumed in the lock. Christoph went home, the joy of love requited in his heart. The other, too, tumori homeward, but a long time pa. sed before Le reached the little bouse. They had grown up together—Lars, Chris toph and Katie. Tho three bad played to gether continually as children, and Katie would l)e carried by no others or drawn on the sled by none but Lars or Christoph. When they grew larger th« v went to school together and were confirmed together in the lit le church of the neighboring village. No strife bad ever come between them, never bad tho girl shown whether she had pre ferred one of the lads to the other. As there developed into strong men, Kat io bloomed into still greater beauty, as was apparent to other young men of the village, and Rob Steffel ventured to intimate as much, in a rough fashion, to thè girl. Tho following day his placo in the boat was empty; ho was sick, his father said—the truth was, Rob would not show his discolored face. From that time tho young fellows held themselves aloof from Katie Mason. But Between Lars and Christoph the old intimacy began grad ually to diminish. They went with Katie to her first dance. Who should be her flret partner? They disputed long over it out of the girl’s hearing, and nt last, with heated face”, appeal'd to her to choose between them. Katie looked at them, and for the first time felt a misgiving that if she chose one the other would l>e deeply hurt. 8o sb« said: “It make« no difference to me which 1 dance with first, but if it is of so mu« h ac count to you draw cuts»” They did so, and Christoph was the lucky one. While they were settling the matter Katie looked on with apparent indifference, but her heart beat fast under h«r budice, and when it was deci«led she almost nn< onscinwly smiled with evident pleasure. Lars «aw it, and from that day jealousy began to take root deeper and deeper in his heart, and there was no lack of ocra- sion to develop it. Margrit Hermensen, Katie’* best friend, went to the altar to plight her faith. K»tie was chosen to cany the wreath, occotrpani *d by Christoph. When Lars bear«! of it be or>p*wed it vehemently. Both young men grew violent, and onlv Katie's preserve of mind in declaring she did not wish to go to the wedding prevented per baixi the very worst outbreak of Lar/ pa- »¡Oliate storm of anjrr. After that the two avoided w< h other as much as poesilile, hut wMigbt to be with Katie. Each knew the» the «uu Used the firi, aa4 beta felt »ecretlj conscious to whom Katie’s heart Inclined. Cnristopb, the calmer and more self possessed, felt a silent, blissful happiness taking posses sion of his heart when the girl looked at him with her blue eyes so sweetly ami kindly. Lars, more vehement, believed at times that^ Katie loved him, her manner was always so cordial. But, again, when he saw her with ChrLtopb, a voice within told him that he was not tho favored one, and ho suffered bitter torment. So it bud gone on till the evening when the young fishermen returned together from the shore. Christoph’s heart beat last at the quiet, peaceful scene in old Mason’s cot tage, and it drew him back with irresistible power to leave a greeting for tho beloved one But after ho bad entered the hall, in bis effort to close the door, so violently flung open by tho storm, he suddenly became conscious of Katie in his arms. And while it raged ami stormed without bo kissed her, and in wild happiness he whispered: “Katie, do you love me?” She did not answer, but her lips pressed bis. Theiiext morning Lars stood on the shore mending his boat, when Rob Steffel came by. “You are early, though you came home late. Were you with your sweetheart?” Lars looked at him, red with anger. He struck the wood with his ax, and the chips flew far around. “Hobo!” continued the ether, “you did not have good luck, it seems.” “Keep still!” cried Lars. “What is it to you whether I have good luck or not?” Rob Steffel stepped nearer. “You are un just to me,” he said. “A big fellow like you should not take it so meekly. Christoph has plainly taken the fish away from you.” Lars made no answer, but his band clasped the ax convulsively. “You and I have no love for Christoph,” continued Rob; “let us join together against him,” ami he held out his hand. “I want nothing to do with you,” replied Lars, ami t irneil away, resuming bis work. Rob Steffel laughed scornfully, and went away, but the sling that his words contained remained in Lars’ breast. When the other was out of sight he flung down his ax, ami went back to the village. Slowly, with down cast head, he walked. Before the house of old Mason be paused, then with a sudden resolution lie entered. But, as if bound, he stood in the doorway—in the room stood Katie tenderly embraced by Christoph. A painful silence prevailed for a moment, then Christoph toward Lars, put out his band, and “Katie is my betrothed since last evening. 1 intended to come di rectly to you and tell you.” He did not answer, only a bitter smile quiv ered on bis lips. It was excessively painful to the girl. She felt what a blow she had given him, though blameless herself. She longed to say something to him, but could not And the right hord. So she only looked at him, and without sjieaki^g held out her hand to him, but he turned away and left the house. Toward noon the shore was alive with men. The sea gleamed in the sunshine again, the waves played gently, and a soft wind was blowing. The day was favorable for a large haul. All the fishermen of the village were gathered together, tho nets and oars were put into the boats, the sails spread wide, and the litt'e fleet sailed far out into the broad, beautiful sea. Katie stood on tho shore, sending greetings to her sweetheart as long as his boat was in sight. Then she went home, smiling happily to herself. She had much to do. After she had seen to her old father, who sat quietly in his chair and smoked a short pipe, she went about her work. How it flew under her hands today, though frequently sho stopped, gazing down lost in sweet dreams. Then she worked so much the faster again. So hour after hour flew by unheeded. At last the day’s task was ended and Katie went to the door. But the weather bad changed, the sun had* disap peared b?hind thick clouds and the sky hung in gray lol Is over the sea. The fishermen also bad finished their work. Tho rich booty lay in tho boats, promising a fine reward for their hard labor. But in the east it was black ami threatening. They must reach home be fore the storm came on. The little sails spread out, tho ships flew over the water, causing the foam to break over t'no deep drip ping sides. Then came tho first blow strong against the sails; the load«*! boats threatened to upset. Thu men were forced to take in sails and tnist wholly to tho oars. It grew dark, and tho sea lifted itself restlessly into huge, far rolling waves. Then the storm broke loose with wild force; it howled and lashed tho sea till it reared in short, foam capped waves. Tho men row ad with all their might; tho shore could not be far away, though it was not visible iu the darkness. Ahead of all the others shot Christoph’s boat; close behind him was Lare’. It seemed as if the two were running a race for the safety of tho shore. A W’ave seized Christoph's boat, lifted it high and flung it with its broad side against the end of Lars’ vessel, breaking it in. Luro saw it sinking before him. A thought shot through bls heart, frightful and vivid; “Let the waves bury Christoph and Katie is yours.” But the thought was gone in a mo ment; in the next he had leaned far out, grasped the constant friend of bis youth, now struggling with death. But be lost his own balance, sitting on the extreme edge. He flung out his hand to catch iiol«l of somet hing, but found nothing, and plunged headlong. A huge wav(*seiz<*d the boat, threw it far from the place, and in the roaring of the waves a last, despairing cry was lost. At last the fishermen had painfully reached the shore. Women and old men full of an guish stood waiting the returning ones. “Katie,” cried a voice from the darkness, and tho girl felt herself embraced by two arms. “Christoph I thank heaven that you are hero’” She led him to her bouse. He was silent all the way, only bolding her fast. She, too, hardly spoke. When they reached the bouse, she noticed for the first time that bis clothet were saturated, and asked the reason, Then his mouth quivered with repressed pain, while he answered: “KaS *, the storm destroyed my boat. Lars snatched me from tho waves, but be hiinrelf fell into the sea and ’—- “WhatP Ebe asked, breathlessly. “I couid nRt save bitn,” be said, almost in audibly. n o a e e e After a few «lays the sea washed tb« Ixxiy of Laro ashore. It was the only sacrifice it bad demanded that day. Lars had no pa rents living, but even parents could not have shed more burning tears than Katie and Christ' ph when bo was buried in the little churchyard. The thought of him, the con- scioasness that his sacriflct bad secured tbeir happine-s never left them. Long after Katie went to the altar with Christoph, and when they camo from tbe church their first st**p« were directed to the grave «>f Lars.—Translated from tbe German by L. V. btur. T1»e CniYersnl Cn»tom. The only custom whi<*h seems to be uni versal, according W a gentleman who has just commenced a trip «round the world, is the u-=e of tobacco. In many places be saw the weed used by women a* much as by men. E*- rybody found smoking on the street« of San-utuck, Mah., during tbs dry spell was liable to Le si r«st*i under tbs orden of U m * rúÁage guanal NO. 30, ( SOJOURNER TRUTH. AN ACCOUNT OF HER INTERVIEW WITH PRESIDENT GRANT. BILL NYE Gives His V« m * h 1«> ii of tli« Story of Char iotte Corday. One square or less, one insertion...............91 uo One square, eaeh subsequent insertion.... 50 Notices of appointment and tUal settlement 5 00 Other legal advertisements 75 cents for first insertion and iUcvUU per square fur each sub sequent insertion. Special business notices in business columns. 10 cents per line. Regular business uoliees, 5 cents ¡ kt line. Professional cards, $12 per yaar. Special rates for large display “ads." Colorado’s Peculiar Winds. “Well, no," said the Coloradan, Mwe don't have any winds to amount to anything, but it blows a few minutes there now and then. The winds are peculiar, too; I never saw any* thing like them anywhere else. They are what you might call discriminating breezes. I’ve seen a man go aloug tho street, and it would be blowing a hurricane on one side of him; and on the other side it would be a dead calm. I’ve seen a mule stand braced against the wind blowing behind her, with her tail blown right up straight, and one ear put away ahead of her nose, while tho ear on the other side would lie in a natural, calm posi- tion, and that side of tho beast would be sweating! It will take the skin off one side of your face and uot touch the other. I saw a man with whiskers get one side of his face shaved by a wind like that, as clean us any barber could do it A small boy and a dog were walking up the street with him at the time, and they each lost one ear. I’ve a man lose one leg of ¡üs pants amt a coat tail, and get his hat knocked aM over on cue side. They don’t do any particular dsmagff, thus» winds, but they are ns peculiar as can lie!”— Descendant of H. W. hi Halt I»ake Tribune. • —--------- ...... A constant reader of Tho Glob' has writ ten to know something of Charlotte Corday. and as the letter has been referred to me, 1 take great pleasure iu stating briefly, one PcrMritul Appearance of the “Lyblan in glowing terms, what I am able to recall Sibyl”—Her Words at the Capitol—An of this eccentric young womau’s life. Charlotte Corday was born on a fereigt Introduction to Graut—Au Itupretitive strand, now known as Normandy, named ir Interview—The Parting. honor of the large speckled gray horoet I knew Sojourner Truth moro than forty with thick, piano logs and gross necks, tbal come from there to engage in haul lug beci years ago in New England. She was then 70 years old, but seemed hardly beyond the wagons in the land of the free and the home prime and glory of her womanhood. In those of the brave. Here Charlotte was born in the year 1793 days Harriet Beecher Stowe described her us Like the record of Mr. Spartacus, who, ii “the Lvl>ian Sibyl,” gifted with prophetic speaking of his own experience, said that hu insight and tall and erect like a strong and ' early life ran quiet as the clear brook bj graceful African palm tree. Shti would do ; whiPh he s)M>rted, the childhood of Char more housework of the heaviest kind than lotto Corday was almost, devoid of interest, two ordinary women, and yet be one of the being monotonous and unanimous, as a sell best watchers by a sicklied at night. A sick j made man said to me not long since, refer man she lifted to the best place on his bed as ring to the climate of the south. easily and tenderly as a mother would lift She early turned her attention, however, her baby, and the touch of uvr band smooth to the matter of patriotism, hoping to ob ing the pillow and stroking the fevered brow tain a livelihood in the patriot line some was health and quiet, while her wail, “There, day. She investigated the grievances ol The Wolf and the Pr»i»ant—A Fable. honey, you’a easier now,” had a strange France, and gave her attention almost ex A peasant who was on watch while his power to give ease and calm. clusiveiy to the invention of some way bj Untrained in grammar or rhetoric, never which to redress these grievances. Sonu flock of goats were fceiling discovered a wolf able to rea«l or write, there was a quaint dis of them had not been redressed for oentu prowling about and flre»I upon him. The regard for set rule of speech in her public and vies, and they ought to Fave been ashamed ot wolf, who narrowly escaped being hit, ad vanced in groat indignation and demanded: private discourse, but no fine rhetorician themselves. “By what right do you fire upon me with could make his meaning plainer and few According to all accounts, the grievance» could equal her in power of expression or ex of France were, at that time, in full drew out having seen me commit some overt act?" •‘My dear sir,’’replied the peasant ns he uberance of imagery. A few years after the and short sleeves, ready for the ball t< pnxH^ded to reload his gun, “the best time to close of the civil war I went with her to the open. senate reception room in the Capitol at It fell to <he lot of Charlotte C-ordajr tc tire at a wolf is before he has killed your goats." Washington. She stood beneath tho center open the ball. MORAL. She was a beautiful girl, with clear blue of its arcbe«i ceiling and tho deep look of her Arrest your burglar before he burglea wonderful eyes seemed to take m the beauty eyes, placed at equal < I ¡stances from a tall, of pictured forms and glowing colors on its light colored nose, which was pale when in Detroit Free Press. walls, as she said: “Dis is like the picture repose, but flushed delicately when she wai Art In Chicago. chamliers of de New Jerusalem dat dey read in tears. Her ripe and ruddy French rnoutl about in de Book.” Then she look*ul out of opened and closed readily when she was en Two gaudily attired la<lies were observed the window and saw the |x>or huts **f the gaged in conversation, and her white and recently inspecting tl»e colossal statue of freed people not far away, and raid in tender beautiful shoulders, ever and anon, while sh( Schiller, of which Chicago is paixlonably tones: “Rut they don’t have dem over there.” talked, humped themselves like a hired man proud. A gn*at gospel of divinity and of tender hu on his way to dinner. “What, a remarkably large man he must She had, also, tresses of hair of that pecul have been,” said one, craning her neck and manity seemed spoken in two brief sentences. iar Titian variety which is supposed to gc gazing up at the flowing locks and prominent Great souls can move other souls. with freckles and a high temper. The his nose of the figure. “AS THE SPIRIT TOI.D HER.” torian says that her hair looked black as it “Yes,” replied the other, with the conde In the winter of 1871-73 I spent some time divided over her fair forehead and hung In Washington, and about midwinter learned back across her shapely head, but at night, scending air of one imparting knowledge, that Sojourner Truth was in the city. Had as it wras draped across tho richly carved “The Scotch are always large men.”—Detroit I not known her ways this would have frame of the au re voir where the fire light Free Press. been a surprise, for the long winter’s journey or the Norman Hose company could play Examples of Tenderness. from her home nt Battle Creek, in the cen upon it, you would have thought it a blight Fogg—I really beg a thousand pardons. I ter of Michigan, was a serious undertaking i and inflammatory red. Charlotte Corday for a woman near her 100th birthday. But 1 was tall and graceful, and when her elastii fear 1 stepped on your dog. Little Miss knew that she always went “as the good step and heroic feet followed the tight mens Marigold—Oh, it doesn’t matter I the dog spirit told her,” and that some strong feeling ure of some gay French tune at an Octobei isn't mine; ho belongs to tig* other little girt TOUCHING DEVOTION. of duty to I mi done led her to tho capital city. pumpkin peeling, she could dance on foi Her wav ojiened, not long after, for some hours without jarring the glass in the win Estelle—And arc you going to leave me so good service among the freedmen at the dows very milch. soon, Augustus 1 Augustus—My love, I hospitals. I soon went to see her and she Her costume was simple and did not cost would willingly give ten years of my life if I said, with great earnestness: *‘I believe de a great deal. It consisted of a Normandy could stay longer. But if I don’t go I siiall good Lord sent you, for you are de very one cap made of cheese cloth in shape like the be fined for being late at a card party.—Chi I wanted to see.” Asking what was specially tail of a setting hen, and trimmed in front cago Rambler. » wanted, she said: “I want to see President with real French lace from the ten oenf Grant, and you can get me tliore.” I told counter. Iler dress was all wool delaine He Was From Minneapolis. her that was easier said than done, but 1 with a pin stripe in it and trimmed with th “Have you beard of that interMting rasa would try, and the next day wrote a note to same. Her other dresses were different. down east of a woman who was cured of him, suying she wished to see him at some fit Iler stockings were tall and slender as seer paralysis by the miraculous power of a relio time, took it to tho White House, sent it in hanging on the woman clothes line at Caen, of Ht. Pauir to the business office, and a verbal message blit her heart was gay and happy as the day “Yes, I have; but I’m from Minneapolis, soon came back to me in the waiting room was long. and I wouldn’t touch a relic of St. Puul with that any morning would suit. Charlotte Corday wnn one of a largi a tun foot pole.”-—Chicago Rambler. In a few days Sojourner, with two ladies, fninily whose descendants wore called Cor a venerable friend of Quaker birth and my duroy. They were the instigators of a Style A Had Habit. self, went to meet the appointment and I sent of road that has done more to shorten tb» The habit of abbreviating everything one in a card, “Sojourner Truth and friends,” spinal column and jolt the jejunum inb which brought back in a half hour a messen chaos than any other line of invention» writes is a bad one. The Woburn Advertiser tells of seeing a communication which spoke ger to escort us to President Grant’s office. throughout the United States. a lady appearing at the theatre in eve. cue- Charlotte Corday had a voice which ar of He sat at the end of a long table in tho center of the room, with documents piled before companied her in all her rambles, and it ii tuma—Lynn Item. him, and just closing an interview w ith other Raid that it was very musical and seanded Brevities. persons. I stepped forward to introduce the first rate. Inconvenience is the father of invention.— Her parents were poor, so she had very party and to bring Sojourner beside the table. She had met President Lincoln, and he, a few advantages, ns will be noticed at one» Whitehall Times. A hit in time saves the nine on many a ball born Kentuckian, could call her “Aunty” in by the careful student who reads her MBS. the old fumiliar way, while Grant, though to-day and notices where she has frequently field.—Newark Call. kindly, was reticent, and all was not quite spelled cabbage with a k. She spoke FrencL Tolmcco chewing is so popular in Illinois easy at fii*st. But a happy thought caino to fluently, but was familiar with no other for that a movement has been inaugurated to eign tongue whatever. her. Not long before the president bad change tho name of the lake city to Chow- She took a great interest, in polities, but cago.—Life. signed some bill of new guarantees of justice did not indorse the administration. Sb« to the colored people. S.ie spoke of this will, The superintendent of a county fair in Ohio gratitude; the thin ice broke and words came felt more especially bitter toward a gentle economized time, Rpace and paint, by putting man name« I Marat, who was rather literary freely from both, for Grant was an easy oik up the sign, “Gr& Ht&." That's good ,u fluent talker, but hud the wisdom of silence in his habits and who also acted as a k1n<i sense — liun let to. of chairman of the National Central oom until the fit time camo to sp?ak. Jt is a sight tn make angels snicker to see a Standing there, tall and erect while stirred mittee. To his other work he had alao ad in soul by the occasion, her wonderful eyes lied the tedious and exhausting task of pick flsbarman pull nut of the water a two-inch sucker with an outfit that costs him 925 glowed ns she thanked him for his good deeds ing out people and indorsing them aa suite and gave wise counsel in her own clear and ble persons to be beheaded. Being a jour or 930.—Boston Transcript. nalist he hail to write bard all the evening “Garments without buttons” are advertised. quaint way. to get tho hook full of red hot political edi Evidently the cast-off clothing of Imchelors FINE AND SIMPLE DIGNITY. torial copy, and then when ho should have who di^.i't know how to handle thread and Her words came in tones full of deep i>ower gone to I mm I and to rest, he had to take the and tendeme«, and ho listened with great in directory and pick out enough ¡>eople for a needk.—Norristown Herald. If the genius who informs you now that the terest and respect, and told her that he mess the following day. “hoped always to be just to all and especially In this way Marat was kept very fenny, days arc growing shorter is not careful he to see that the poor and defenseless wer* with the foreman on his heels all day and will stumble over the equally valuable fact fairly treated.” His voice and manner toL tho guillotine ou his heels all night, aw' that the nights are growing longer.—New how bis heart was touched, and his softene« every man was afraid to see the depul York Graphic. tones showed how “the bravest are tho ten Boston Girl—What do you think of Emer sheriff coming, for fear he had a subpoena derest.” She told him how his tasks air for him. It was no unusual thing In tho* son, Mr. Wayoffl Mr. W. (from Cincinnati) trials were appreciated and bow much faiti days for a Frenchman tn turn off the ga« —Well, Billy used to sing pretty well, but ha was placed in bis upright doing of duty t< and go to bed, only to find bis shirt collar never wus ms tuuuy to me as Billy Rice or the oppressed, and be quietly, yet w ith mucl all bloody where the guillotine lia«l bulged Charley Backus. —Chicago Rambler. feeling, expressed the hope that he might over his hair just/ above his Adam’s appla in the Ext nut from a young Newport swell’s nota be wise and firm and never forget the iitfllien morning. to a friend: “Horry i Can’t bee intnxluced able rights of all Those were indeed squirming times, as M Only great souls can comprehend true de Lamartine, a humorous writer of France, two your sister This afternoon, mi Valett left greatness, and these two underetood each has so truly said. No man felt perfectly mi Three o’clock Suit in new York and i other. Nothing in the illustrious career of safe when he Raw Marat, at a sociable or a kouldent Go out iu a Checked suit Then. Or- Gen. Grant gavo me a fuller sense of bis caucus. It wn« impossible to tell whether fuMy sorry. Faithfully youra, Algernon largeness of heart and mind than his unpre he had come to write the thing tip for his Bertie Hilly.”—New York Mail. tending simplicity and appreciative respect'in paper or pick out «ime more poople to be this interview, while the fine and simple dig killed by the administration. They got m nity of Sojourner Truth also gave me a fuller that, Marat, could induce any of them to sub sense of her large womanhood. She said to scribe for his paper, and people advertise*, him: “I have a little book here that I call rny tn his columns for things they did not wan1 book of life. A good many names are in it, in order to show that they felt pcrfoctlv and I have kept a placo on the name page friendly toward him. with Lincoln s for you to write your name.” It was at this time that Charlotte Corday He replied: “I am glad to put it there,” und called one morning at the apartments of wrote bis autograph in her little book. She Mr. Marat with a view to nssassinatlnghim then said: “It will do me good for you to She sent tn worl that a young lady from nave my photograph,” and with evident Caen desired to see Mr. Marat for the pur- pleasure iio thanked her and selected om* ¡xwe of p lying her sul^’ription. She wrf from several laid on the table. told that the editor was faking a bath. Hb«* Ara Yon Bilious f The con veroation had lasted beyond the laughed a cold, incredulous laugh, for slw The n^ffulntnr n«rer fail» tn mrt. I m<xi usual time, others stood by, waiting their had seen a gr^at many French journalist«, che«rfully recommend it to all who suffer from turn, yet listening with great interest, and I nnd when one of them sent word to her that Bilious Attacks or any Disaase caused by a dh he was bathing she could ill repress a low, arranged state of the Liver. the fit time came to leave. The ¡»resident KARsaeCrrv.Mo. W R BERNARD rose from his chair and gave H Journer hh gurgling laugh. Finally she was admitted to his private band with a parting word of good will. This Do You Want Good Digestion ? mutual respect and appreciative sympathy apartments, where he was ind**ed in th? Imfrrfi with Full orhn, »1». A nrighhnr, wh» had tah»n lietween the president of a great republic bn th with an old table cloth thrown over Uv«r Ifttgulafar told mo it wn» • *urs ewrtfor my and a woman born ft slave and representing him, engaged In writing a scathing criticism Tho ffrot do»o I took roUovod m» for y an oppressed people was admirable and inspir on th* custom of summer fallowing old mm‘h, and in rmn i**e**s limo / was at »trona and konTty an I avar wan. ft io th* boot meettei«»« buckwheat lands and sowing Rwediab tur ing—G. B Stebbins. I toefc for Dytfeprin. ni;js on them in July, when the reentry Rh RMONB, vA. if. S. CKfHS>tA9. was so crowded for cemetery room. Strange Control of Ilnroea. Do You Buffer from Constipation ? Charlotte apologized for disturbing th* Mince boyhood I have always hail a strange Testimony of H iram W arn ««, Chief-Justice of control of horses. I can no more explain it great journalist at such a time, and remark Ga. : “1 have used Slmmsm Llvtr Regulator for CemtfjMaion of my Bow«h, caused by a temporal ', tuan 1 could tell you why my eyes are b ack; ing that we were having rather a backward Derangement of the Liver, for th« last three ot I>ut it is a fart that b?fo!*e I have handler! a spring produced a short stab knife with four years, and always «HtA bossa/lf.“ home long he will follow me like a dog and which she cut a large overrent button hoi* the able journalist's thorax. Hare Yon Malaria ? answer my command. I once had the four in She then passed into th»* nfflre, and leav I bar» had oxpariwnro with Stmoumo Ltror Hopu horses that pull the engine at Broadway and ing word !afor oinoo 1945 and rojorA it at tbo fproatoH to have her paper stopped «be went Almond under such control that nt the dis to the executioner. nf thr timoat for diaomaao prru- liar to malarial Sa f/ood • swdl- tance of a block they would answer my whis T/»t, ii* learn from this brief bit of history /•»»»< detereas nnirorfnl onmmomdottioa. tle and race like the wind tn s»*** which could never tn assassinate any one unlees it be done M. 9. WRAltTM, reach me first. An obi fire hoi-ae was once | in self defense —Bill Nye in Boston Globa rar. Soo's Sonthom Ba^tiot Thaolos^ JbaUaarg aold to an ashman. He was hih hed tn a pot Safer and Better titan Calomel I a binrk away, and I thought 1 ree<'giiized 1 have bean «ubjeA to «ever* bm U s of Cmtfestion Pnlnted. him, and i wtoiatiad, I haii not swm him for of the Liver, and have been in the habit ef taking two years, but he recognised my whistle,ami, T*aac -T vanta to writ« my name upon fr- m ’ j te so grains of calomel, which generally laid me up for three or four day». lately I baaa been breaking ti>e bitching sttap, he came tearing ynnr heart, Repeona. bui it vaa ao hard aah oidrg Liver Regulator,which pre me re- tr> ine, with the cart rattling behind him. A si"«»- lief, trMAewt ano intarmfdion toBteHnaaa. few minutes later the exrited owi»er came up R»bwr»— Vy dnn’t y<m try. Iman, to MimmiiT, nWo J. fIVOG and thanked me warmly fur catching his write rour n/irn. my hmrt on wid a fl,. </. H. Z»ihn A Co., OhiM^lphn, Ai. runaway bone. — Aasbtanl Fire Chief in hnndert follar tiaaond ring ab*—Tua» ------ _ Glut*Demociat -w- r^zerm. — > THE 6RÍ1T REGUIO PURELY VEGETABLE.