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McMKimLLX. oast
Eight steamship»
pean immigrant» H
Sunday.
Lappeus, Portion*
and of late a »ubjei
in »he metropolita
»Mjwnded from du
“ England’» >|a'
Shouts an exultar
ing head line». <
not aware that I',
lieen very siek, tbi
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A dispatch of A;
following oil the C
“ The heavy rains
out the wheat ; t
not lie large, it wi
last year."______
Henry Villard
plain talk to the
one day last « eel
capitalists of th
about time they 1
for themselves in
some one else
wlieieb.v their < u
1
Tlie steamer /
Sitka, run <»> '■
rock in Peril stt
injureii that »hi
time ; not, liowe
beached and h<
safety, with pl
comfortable can
I
The large flow
from other parti
be wondereil at
clones that are i
try East of the
tation and wast
naturally indue
and more favor
S econd the !
9*8,000 a year
East Portland,
working force
at least 10 or 1
men a long tin
al appropriatii
at its last sessl
We stand in
bor. No use <
den on half a
i
The Partial
been enlarge
does a full •>
each day. it
rank of metre
Standard alw
eil local pape
against grea
privation of
derstaml th
comes throw
rgonian insti
ard, which
cnee by the
If so, peg at
in one for
up lively fo
ard.
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A nother
«lay night
when with
Narrows, 1
the water’s
lives were
fire was til
necr about
and »» »O’
c.mlil not.
headed th
short tiim
«ier were
iiupoBsibl
confusion
lost, aud
be taken
to the wt
the lives
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1883, an
May 3r<
the foil,
publish !
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what yo
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compì»''
high, »n
h»d »ffiv
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Stele vi
State vi
“Just as you decide, Mr. Clenuer, of bly annoyed when it wap broken m up-
course,"
I »aid, rising. “ If I take the ou by the arrival of the Drownville con
■ ji «ejfr cat «oo.
-I o’oloek express I shall be there by day stable» who wore to watch through the
BI IATIU1N1 I. COMWAY.
uighL At the sound of their footsteps
light to-morrow morning."
The shore « iu sight, the abore’a iu sight t
•• Yea ; and that is altogether the best on the piazza floor. Clara roue up aud
The k>uged-for lights of home I see!
plan. Hu will uot remain long in any sat down again, confused aud fright
I slug for vary heart's delight—
And you, my friend, through dark and bright one place just at pre-ent, depend upon ened.
1 know that you are glad for me
“ O, Mr. Meredith—those men—”
it, and «hut you have to do must be
“Be easy, Miss Matteson,” I said ;
It was a stormy voyage, friend—
done at once.”
And dare I dream the worst is o' T
All through that long night journey 1 “you shall in no way bo annoyed by
Drear presages of hapleee end
muse I to myself upon the task that lay them. Your privacy shall not be broken
Dismay me not; yet heaven defend I
Ships have gone down in sight of shore.
before me. Tim house to which I wa» in upon, believe me."
“I know I am silly,” faltered Clara,
dir: cti-J was in t hem'd t of woods, about
1 ought to be afraid, I know,
My wayward past remembering ;
a half a mile Iwyood the village ol “ but oh ! it seems so dreadful! ’’
Yet, calmly Into port 1 go.
My orders to the men were brief aud
Drownville—the risideuoe of Mr». Mat
Whose “ Sursum corda” cheers me so ?
succinot
I stationed them as seemed
teson,
the
mother
of
the
audacions
forg
How is it I am fain to sing 7
er. It help was weded I was fully au- best to me, and then returned to spend
Is it because my mother stands—
timriz d to vail t r it upon the constab the evening with Miss Matteson. And
The virgin-mother, fair and wise—
Just where the waves break on the sands
ulary authorities of Drownville, but I when I was at length left alone I could
Beaching to me her welcoming hands.
not help thinking—God forgive me—
exfiei t »1 to need none.
Lifting to God her praying eyes 7
Tlie rosy d iwii was just flushing the how much more winning and graceful
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eastern sky when I alighted, stiff, weary she was than poor Kitty Elton.
O, friend, I’m drifting from your right—
At length an answer came to my re
and j uli»l, iron* tli • tr un, at the little
The home-light* brighten momently—
port to Mr. Clenner—it was short and to
wav i-t itiun of 1 'r-.windie.
Yet lift once more your rignal-llght,
•• i i.n you on ‘ t in • t > Mrs. Matte- the purpose :
In answer to my laet good-night,
And tell me you are glad for me 1
“ Come back—you are only losing
»on’» place ? ” 1 as'ie.l of the sleepy
*utl I iu:i-ter, who was vav.-iiing liehind time. If the bird has flown we must
A POLICEMAN’S MISTAKE. liie little aperiur i of the ticket office.
look elsewhere for him.”
I read the missive with a pang.
•• ?J itu-i-ou—Mia. Matteson; I don’t
It was a dull, rainy day, toward the
in
end of August—one of those days when ano* her, but I guess likely I can tell Clara Matteson’s cheek deepened
r v.-u where »lie lives. Just you folio« color as I announced my departure to
earth and sky alike are gray and dreary,
and the raindro|>s pattering against the the Illi.1'1 -treet of the village out about her.
“You have been far kinder than we
window sound like human sobs. The half a mile, and ye'll come to a patch o’
clock that hung against the wall pointed woods with bars at the fence. Gc dared to hope, Mr. Meredith,” she said
to the hour of 3 iu the afternoon, and through them bars a little further on. as I held her hand in mine.
“You will think of me sometimes,
I was sitting by myself in our little in -uni je ll see a little yaller Lou. e, just
ner office, looking out at the expanse of the last place in the world where you’d Clara ?”
The reader will easily see how our in
dull, gray wall that formed my only expect to tee a house. That’s where
timacy had progressed. She smiled,
prospect from the not over-clean win Mr». Matteson live».”
I thanked my informant, and set out bung her head, and, taking a pair of
dow, and thinking. I had read every
square inch of type in the newspapers; on a brisk walk, carrying my traveling scissors from the table, severed one
I had made out all the necessary papers bag. It was quite a distance ere 1 bright black curl from the abundant
and documents, and now, with literally enter,' d from the suburbs of the “main tresses that hung over her forehead.
“ Keep this, Mr. Meredith, in memory
“ nothing to do,” I was musing about street ” into a quiet and secluded road
Kitty Elton, and wondering how long it or, rather, lane. The “ patch o’ woods,' of me.”
Was I foolish to press the jetty ring
would bo before 1 should be able to with the bars, and the “ little yallei
house ”—a cream-colored cottage, liter let to my lips ere I laid it closely against
marry her.
Dear little Kitty I She was as sweet ally overgrown with honey suckles— my heart ? Clara evidently thought I
aud ns patient as it was in the nature of rewar led my search, and as I knocked was—for she bad laughed, but did not
a woman to be, but I knew it was a hard at tlm door a clock somewhere inside seem displeased.
Mr. Clenner seemed annoyed when I
life for her in that overcrowded milli struck 7.
A d cent looking, elderly woman ir. got back to the bureau—rather an un-
ner’s work-room, day after day and
reasonable proceeding on his part, for I
month a1 ter month, aud I longed to set widow's weeds came to the door.
“I m Mr. Matteson iu? Mr. Perley ! ’ certainly did all that man could do under
her fine from the monotonous captivity.
“ No,” she answered quickly, with, the circumstances.
She was a pretty, blue-eyed girl of 20,
“ We have been mistaken all the way
with u dimple in her chin, and the sweet as I imagined, rather a confused look
est mses on her cheek that ever inspired I did not believe her, and asked quietly: through, it saems,” he said, biting his
“ When do yon expoct him Homo?”
lip.
“ Strange—very strange—I was
the pen of a poet. I was no poet, yet I
“ Not at present.”
never mistaken before in my calcula
think I understood and appreciated all
Apparently »h i expected me to gc tions. Well, we must try again.”
her womanly grace and delicate beauty
I went to Kitty Elton’s that night.
as fully as if my heart’s thoughts oould away, but, instead, I stepped in.
“ Mother,” asked a soft voice at the She received me with a sweet, shy sad
shape themselves into verse. And it
less of welcome that should have made
was of them I was thinking when the head of the stairs, “ who is it ?”
And then for the first time I became me the happiest man in the world ; but
door opened and Mr. Clenuer came in.
Mr. Clenner was our “chief ”—a dark, awuie that some one had been watching it did not. Clara Matteson’s dark beauty
| our colloquy from the head of the stairs tttwt to sumd hetween me and her
silent little man, with square, stern
mouth and clouded gray eyes, which ap —a young girl, dressed, like the mother, like a i loible barrier. When I took my
peared almost expressionless when they in d.ep black, with very brilliant eye», leave there were tears in her eyes.
“ Kitty, yon are crying ! ”
were turned full upon you, and yet and a nrofucion of jet-black ringlets.
“ Some one to see your brother.”
“ Becauso you are changed. Edward,
which seemed to see everything at a
Sl.c came half way down the stairs you do not love me as well as you did I”
glance. He sat down betide me.
“ Kitty, what nonsense I ”
“Meredith,” ho said in a quiet, sub pushing back her curls with one hand
I was vexed with her, simply because
dued tono that was natural to him, and looking at me wall wondrous eyes
“didn’t you say you were getting tired Even then her beauty struck me as ■ I knew her accusation was true. But I
stood gazing at her.
kissed her once more, and took my leave,
of doing nothing ? ”
“ Terry is not at heme,” she said, moody, and dissatisfied.
“Yes, sir.”
When I reached the office next morn
“ Well, I have something for yon to lurriedly. “ He has gone away. W«
4<> not know when he will return.”
ing, Mr. Clenner was not there.
da”
Ei idently this mother and daught,
“ He has gone to Drownville,” s •id my
“ What is it, sir ? ”
fellow detective ; “he went las’ • ’ hi.*,
“Something that will bring you both v ere in the secret of Matteson’s villain
“ To Drownville ? ”
credit and friends, if you manage it » id were doing their best to screen hi.
•om its consequenoes. My heart ble.
I was seriously annoyed.
Mr.
skillfully. I had intended to go myself,
tor both of them, but it was no time t« Clenner distrust the accuracy
,y re-
but circumstances happen untowardly,
indulge in »entimenUlity. Speaking a» ports? Or did he imagine that "I was
and I shall scud you instead.”
Bending hi» head toward me and l.rieflv as I could I told them it was nu unable to institute a thorough and ‘om-
duty to compel them to remain where plete investigation of the premises ?
•peaking scarcely above a whisper, he
“ It’s very strange,” I mused aloud.
told mo the epeci 1 business on which 1 they were while I searched the house.
Mrs. Matteson sat down pale and
“Jones laughed.
was to lie sent There had been, it
seoiiis, a scries of very heavy forgeries trembling ; her daughter colored high.
“Well,” he said “ you know Clenner
“ Mother,” she said, “ why do you has a way of doing strange thing«. De-
lately committed, with a boldness and
audsc ty that fairly seemed to set the stand by and listen to such slanders ? I>end upon it, he has good reason for his
authoiities nt defiance. For some time It is false ! Let this man search the conduct. ”
I was sitting at my desk two days
ho had been in doubt as to the exact house if he will; my brother is as inno
cent as I am !"
subsequently, when the door glided
perpetrator of the crime, but, after
No opposition was offered to my noiselessly open and Clenner himself
much quiet investigation nnd casting
hither »ml thither, he had detected th» search. 1» . as entirely fmitloss, how entered.
bid bn spring—one Perley Matteson— ever—there wa.< nowhere any trace of
“ You are back again, sir ? and what
Nevertheless I con- luck ? ”
who had skillfully elndod all pursuit, the flown bud.
and was now somewhere hiding in ths niud.il to remain there quietly for a day
“The best."
noriheastem (srrtion of the State. His or two, to see what a little waiting might
“ You don’t mean to say it ”
when shouts had been ascertained as bring forth.
“ Edward Meredith, I knew I could
The same afternoon Clara Matteson uot be entirely mistaken. Perley Mat
nearly as possible, and it was for me to
go quietly up and apprehend him, lav- came in, as I sat by the piazza window, teson is in the next room — half an
fore fie should become aware of om keeping a quiet watch on all the sur hour from now ho will be in prison."
roundings.
kn- r| .l--.- of -»Il his movements.
“ Where did you apprehend him ? ”
I sat listening to all the various de
“Mr. Meredith,” she said, softly,
1 ’ At home in his mother's house. ”
tails of our plan as they wore sketched “ mother thinks I have l>een rude to you.
“But—”
out by Mr. Clenner. The reward that Mie says it was not your fault, personal
“ He was there all the time you re
had been privately offered was high— ly, that you were sent here—on such a mained there. Ned, my boy, you've
my heart leaped as I reflected how much mistake, and perhaps she is right. I made a blunder for once ; but den t let
nearer it would bring me to Kitty Elton, am very sorry if I have hurt your feel it happen again. ”
nor did the enterprise seem particularly ing»."
“ What do you mean, sir?”
difficult to accomplish.
The pretty, penitent way in which
For reply he opened the door of the
“l>o you think yon can do it?" Mr. she s|»>ke quite won my heart, and a private inner apartment, his own special
Clenner asked, after the whole thing hail few questions on my part seemed to un sanctum. A slight, boyish figure leaned
been laid before me.
lock the hidden n cesses of her court- against the window smoking a cigarette,
•’ Yes, sir. When shall I startf”
deuce. She talked at first shyly, but with black curls tossed back from a
“ Now— within h ill an hour.”
afterward with more assurance, of her marble-white brow, and brilliant eyee.
“ Yea; why nd?’
self, her atweut b-.olher and her mother, He mockingly inclined his head as I
I could think of no sufficient reason giving me a thousand aitlm little fam
stared at him, with a motion not unfa
except one. which I did not care to com ily details «hicii I almost dreaded to miliar to me.
mnnioate to my superior—the longing bear. The twilight talk was one of the
“ Clara Matteson ! ”
«Uli to are Kit’y once more before I pleasantest of my by-no-means univer
“ Yes," he said, in a soft, sarcastic
•tai led.
sally pleasant life, and I was considera- voice; “ Clara Matteson, ot Perley Mst-
T<
Now
your t
signât
smina
tne at
full v j
the *d
not e>
an eri
Now.
limi
tour
that»!
betör,
bound
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filini
and »01- ■¡¿e public s.»»! 1. converse«.
*ofe>»»
teaon, or whatever you choose to call I
me 1 Many thanks for your politeness, i C
• •
Detective Meredith, aud, if you would .
like another lock of hair-—”
I turned away, burning scarlet, while 0
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Mr. Clenuer closed the door.
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“ Never mind, my boy, it will be a
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lesson to you,” he said, laughing. “ He
makes a very pretty girl, but I am not
at all susceptible. ”
What a double dyed fool I had been I
I had lost the reward—failed iu the esti
mation of my fellow-officers, and be
haved like a brute to poor Kitty—and
HORSEMEN,
all for what ?
IV »N’T YOU FORGET that
I went to Kitty and told her the whole
SNYDE THE PRINTER,
story, and, to my surprise, the dear,
faithful little creature loved me just as" •Hoss” Photographer & Biographist,
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well as ever.
“ I won’t be jealous of Perley Matte
son, Edward,” she said, smiling, “what
ever I might bo of his sister. And,
dearest, don’t be di-couraged. I’ll wait
as long as you please, aud you will be a
second Mr. Clenner yet. ”
She was determined to look on the
bright side of things, this little Kitty of
mine ! But I felt the mortification none
the less keenly, although, as Mr. Clea
ner said, it would undoubtedly prove a
good lesson to me.
Perley Matteson’s girlish beauty is
eclipsed in the State’s prison—nor do I
pity him. The stake for which he
played was high—and he lost.—CAicapo
Inter Ocean.
I
IS RIGHT ON HIS MUSCLE.
New and Elegant
JOB TYPEt
Just Received.
Call and See Specimens.
di
« . T. LOGAN,
W. O. HENDERSON,
R. LOGAN ,
McMinnville.
Dayton.
McMinnville & Dayton
“ T hb lurid flames shot their red
FEED am
tongues of fire high tip toward the glow LIVERY,
ing heavens, as it they were, iu tlx :>
•sugeful fury, endeavoring to ser.r h.
>-ight faces of the twinkling star.;' ’
(Stables at McMinnville situated on Thirt St. ;
'» was only a S50 stable, containing ».*>
that in Dayton on Feiry St.)
worth of hay. but the report, r felt “
Henderson & Logan Bros,, Prop’s.
ray and r. ally couldn’t help it.
Sale Stables,
A DKCOBATBD BBN.
Did you ever wrestle with a hen that
had a wild, uncontrollable desire to in
cubate ? Did you ever struggle on, day
after day, trying to convince her that
her mission was to furnish eggs for your
table instead of hovering all day on a
door-knob, trying to hatch out a litter
of front doors ?
William H. Root, of this plage, who
has made the hen a study, both in her
home life ar.d while lying in the embrace
of death, has struck up an argument
which the average hen will pay more
attention to than any other he has dis
covered in his researches.
He says the modern hen ignores
almost everything when she once gets
the notion that she is called upon to
incubate. Yon can deluge her with the
garden-hose, or throw old umbrellas at
her, or change her nest, but that don’t
ccunt with the firm and stubborn hen.
You can take the eggs out of the nest
and put a blooded bull-dog or a nest of
new-laid bumble bees m place of them,
and she will hover over them as assidu
ously as she did before.
William H. Root’s hen had shown
some signs of this mania, so he took out
the eggs and let her try her incubator
on a horse-rake awhile, just so she could
kind of taper off gradual and not have
her mind shattered. Then he tried her
at hatching out fonr-tined forks, aud at
last her taste got so vitiated that she
took the contract to furnish the country
with bustles by hatching out an old
hoop-skirt that liad gone to seed.
Mr. Root then made an experiment.
He got a strip of red flannel aud tied it
aronnd her tail. The hen seemed an
noyed as soon as she discovered it. No
hen cares to have a sash hung on her
system that doe»n’t match her complex
ion.
A seal brown hen with a red flan
nel polonaise don’t seem to harmonize,
and she is aware of it just as much as
anybody is.
That hen seemed to have thought of
something all at once that had escaped
her mind before.
She stepped about
nine feet at a lick on the start, and
gained time as she proceeded. Her eye
began to look wild.
She got so pretty
soon that she diiln't recognize the face ot j
friends.
She pa-sed Mr. Root without
being alr'e to distinguish him from »
total stranger.
These peculiar movements were kept
up during the entire a'ternocr, » the
hen got so fatigued that a) .
• vied
into a length of a stove-pipe. * i.s is a
triumph of genius in ihe Lie of hen
culture, at is not f.vere, though firm
in treatment, and, while it cf course an-
n. » and unman» ths hen temporarily,
i is salutary io its results, and at ths
asms time it furnishes
pleasant littls
tn» tines for ths spectators.— Nye’t
Boomerang.
Plows, Plows I
We are prepared to furnish
Carriages,
llackn,
Saddle Horses,
and everything in the Livery hire iu good
shape on shortest notice.
A HEARSE
is kept by these Stables and Funeral Turnouts
furnished at any time.
Wc are prepared to offer special induce
ments to
C O JU JU ER CIA L M E X!
I
Transient stock left with us will receive the
best of care and attention.
A MONTHLY SETTLEMENT OF ALL BILLS
will be required by us.
HENDERSON Sr LOGAN Boos.
GEN. GRANT,
Will make the season of 1883 at the Springer
Farm I mile west of Amity at
88 for the Season.
GEN. GRANT was imported in dam from
Philadelphia, Pa., by Nlaj. James Bruce in
1876. Sired by Duke ot Wellington, Imp. and
•wned by Dr Schoeck nf Philadelphia. Hie
dam the fine butter cow September, owned by
Maj. Bruce, of Cornelias, Oregon—made a
record of 24 pounds in JO days at 2 years eld.
GRANT has proven te be a sire of fine
milkers: his heifers sell for double the value
of native cows.
Cows left in our charge will be eared for the
same as our own. with a reasonable charge for
pasturaae, enlv. Any cow not getting with
calf may return, free, at any time as long as
the bull is in present owners’ hand. Care
will be taken, hut no resj»onsibility f«-r acci
dent.-.
Jil'llI NO El: BROS.,
51mlor3.
Amity, Oregon.
FALL OPENING.
V-
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Me Wie City Boot & ShoeSîore.
l.atert Styles, Bc«l Quality Low*
est Price».
Farmer» will JitrU if to their intrr-
e»t to examine my S/tlendid Stork of
Boot» and Shoe* la-fore buyinff el»e-
where—it will be
MONEY IN TJ1FAR POCKETS
Call and eee me ;
welcome.
you will be
I a!*o keep a neat a»*ortment of
Gent*' Eiimithing Good*, for »ale,
Cheap.
R«w>t« made to »rdrr and neatly re*
I have the agen. v for the J. I. CASK A CO. paired.
Flew -the best th»; is made. I can sell you a Men ol ike Mis Root.
Walking Plsw. any rise, er a Sulky Plow, er
any other machinery you warn, and sell it to
veil as cheap as you can get the same at Port
lead.
W.T. BOOTH.
ITtt
MeM inn ville, Oregea—31*3.
F. 7. BROWNE.
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