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■ JANUARY SVBSCRIPTION PRICE 32.00 PER YEAR. One Dollar if paid in advance, Single numbers five cents. Highest of all in Leavening Power.—Latest U. S. Gov’t Report myriad* gay roman’» pal*. LUh ad laughter every*uers, some nuptial pageant taM, ;..e bright autumnal air, uh of ruin, no thought of »».««.«a R >f». . -uements, flag draped ualcoulaa Afire with crnel, gloating eye«; Feet«: lug below with C’ rsos loud. Fencod back by steel tbe tigerish crowd. for Infants and Children TUI ths slow tumbril rolls in sight Fr j ting tne gathering roar, the howl. The jeeta obscene, the insults foul. And -» lair mother robed lu white Rita bonad. with bleaching hair, a qusoa For all the sufferings that have been, Who casts no glance on either side, Uatouched by shame or fear or prole. Calm lipe. from which no word may cot*» Though th* priest pray, serenely darnb- Stirely death’s bitterness Is past. And ’tis deliverance comes at last. give, the* UoaJth. It «HP »»▼» th*ir Bv—. I* ft Mothora h*v* ekild'. medicina. TUI. as she nears the palace home Void of the treasures of her love. Route poignant memory seems to come, Sume pang that widowed heart to move. Castori* il—troya Worts. Csstori* allay. Feverishness. And then the cud! Sad, murdered queen. Poor soother, slain tor others’ wrong. Guiltless thou bearest what has Been, Tbe eum of dark oppressions long. Castori* prevents vomiting Soar Card. Castori* -«re« Dierrhoe* *nd Wind Celio. Cateteri* relieves Teething Troubles. Sthl dow,, a century ot years To death thou pa-rest, white robed, fair, Tbe calm eyes that bad shed their tears. The sUent lipe, the faded hair. —Lewis Morris In London Graphic. Gestori* owres Co*stip*tlon *«sd FI*taleney. Castori* neutralises the egeots of carbonic acid gn-e or poisonons air. Castori* does *ot contain morphine, opium, or other narcotic property. THAT UMBRELLA. Castori* assimilates th«» food, rogulutoi tho__»to»a*eh and hovel». “If T didn't look as if I were trying to gain some benefit from vour umbrella,” he remarked aa he chanced to meet her on 1 the church steps after service, “I would th*tit is “ja»t «« gnnd.” *n«i ~* will answer *very parpóse.** ask to walk home with you. I didn’t ex- Be* that yon get -S-T-O->4-I*A. 1 pect rain when I left home, so I am unpre pared ” 1« o* wr*ry “However,” came her clear reply, just wraj»T»«r. arch enough to be frank, “if you’ll carry my umbrella and let me turn my euergies to keeping my dress caugat up out of the mud. I’ll be very thankful to you.” Children Cry for Pitcher’s Castoria They bad walked, strangely enough, half way home in most complete silence, when a man and a woman passed, like them, un der one umbrella, but, unlike them, the woman was held snugly close to the man’s able us she clung to bis arm. It was a pret Ì ty picture of that open freedom which so rilE Kr.nCWMVil.I.E undeniably marks a congenial man and wife, whose companionship has ripened into trank trust. As they passed Robert Courtwright said, QUINCY, MA8S., halt thoughtlessly perhaps: "They are sen Whole*!« and Retail Dealers in sible. If two are trying to use one umbrella, they are surely to be commended if they strive to take up as little room a» possible. McMinn ville, Oregon. Even if it be noon, won't you take my arm?” “But they ar« plainly not such—such strangers as we,” she returned, conscious Paid up Capital, $50,OOO that both were treading on dangerous Transact. ■ General Ranking Bugine»«. ground. “Arc we strangers?” he asked quickly, FrceuLut. - - J. H COWLS. turning his eyes searehingly to her. Tbe pretty face grew a trifle pale against Piet Prttident, • J.hih LA VOULUS. AND ALL KINDS OF Cashier. E. C. APPERSON its light brown hair. A lump seemed to ... H' tj, USK Asst. Cashier climb to her throat, but she returned brave ly, “Yes—that is, we’ll always be strangers CEMETEKY compared with them ” Board of Directors: FURNISHINGS He stopped for an instant and gazed fix edly at her till a hot flush flew up from her J. W COWLES. LEK LATGIH.IN, WM. l AUl BELI. A J. A/j-Ett-K V collar and swept under the velvet strings of J. I., ROGER». her dainty brown bonnet. "Always?” be asked simply. s*Uht Exrbattff« and Tek*<rapbl<* Tfana- All woik hilly guaranteed to give perfect satis “Ye9. Why, can’t you see that they are f-r» on New York. Han Franaisco nnd Fortland, faction. Refers I.y permit* Ion to Wm. Me Chris married?” reui ivtid aublect to ebuck Interest paid mari, Mrs. I. E Bewley, Mrs. E. D. Fellows. I She tried to laugh it away, but it would on Ttine 1 h-^il’ ¡Afn* oom«? on approved urity. (’ollertlona mada on all accesubk have been difficult to tell which pair of lips Holl's Old Jewelry Stand, 3d Street. point« quivered tbe more, or which pair of eyes swam in the deepest mist us the two started IF YOU WANT FIRST-CLASS on, both silent, both sad, both realizing that ■ littl» tragedy had occurred in that brief instant uuder that dripping umbrella. Eight years went by and found Gabrielle — tjR OTBCR ------ Proprietor of The McMinnville Vaughne alone in tbe world, with necessity keeping up a life in which all interest NURSERY STUCK AT LOWEST FIGURES for and all energy were dead. She had at last arisen from a tedious illness, and the nurse Write us for Special Price». Catalogue herself hardly recognized the tail, pale, sad Mailed Free ■I, mated st the Houthwest conter of the Fair faced womau, with tbe short, dark curls, as I > round». Corvallis Nursery Co., tbe bright eyed, light haired girl of »ix 41 m3 Corvallis, Oregon. I months before. All >U«a of ilr»t-<-!>i<u> Drain Tile kept rondanti}' Gabrielle had ope thing dear to her, and on baud at lowent living prie**. only one, and that was a memory. And some of our dearest memories are tbe cru- «« ' K. oRKtloN elest parts of our live». When finally jhe stood before a mirror and realized that that changal creature was herself, a mighty re a k . iiorcintn J. ». CAl.BHttTII solve filled her—she would go to the source PROPRIETORS of that memory. Calbreath &. Goucher. She knew where he was; she knew that he had married three years after thut bitter PHYlRClANM ANI» MlHtGKONH. morning in the rain and had married a I wealthy wife. That was tho reason that < karoos M0H<MS<111< - - - - she had thrust him bark from her long ago, I («litte» over Hraly’s babk.) just because of his poverty. Not that it pain her, a thousand times no! FRESH MEATS OF ALL KINDS. would Hadn't she cried out night after night since that starvation with him wonld be only CHOICEST IN THE MARKET. bliss? Manufactura» and lirais in But she bad known his ambitionsandhis capabilities; knew his dreams of success, South side Third St. between B and C. and she realized his ability to turn the dreams to realties. She was poor. Would she permit herself to bang a millstone FROM about his neck? Would she hold him al- «ADDLES. BRIDLES. SPURS, Brushes anil »ells them cheaper than they «‘an be bought any where e!ae in the Willamette Valiev. «Ini' ail home made sets of harness are prononuced uusuipaasiibb) by tho“ewbobuy them THB • • • Castori* 1» put rp in ona-sft* bottle, onlj._ It 1» not sold in balk. Du* t allow any nn« to soil yo-i nnythiag jal»e_«n tho pl** or promis* E. J. Qualey & Co., National Bank GRANITE MONUMENTS JOHN F. DERBY, FRUIT TREES TILE FACTORY, CITY MARKET ELS1A WRIGHT. HARNESS ! McMlNNVlbüE _ _ IweHftd DrayGo. NORTHERN PACIFIC r. ,x RR1LHOKD Go<><le <>i »'ll description® moved and careful handling guarsnteed. Collection!' I tt ¡Ills made monthly. Hauling oi all kinds done cheap. IS T h « L in « J. CLARK.D D.S to T* kc Cured by Ayer’s Cherry Pectoral. Mis. F. P. IT all , 217 Ger.esee St., Lockport, X. Y., says : It is the Dining Car Route. Graduate Vnlvertliy of Mich. I It runs through Vestibuled Trains to lla> opened an ottice in Tuion H'.x! . Room C. and I. prepared Iodo all work lo ths denial Une. CROWN AND BRIDGE WORK A SPECIALTY. ST. T AUL x “ < ’-‘"" k *' iif CHICAGO LATEST MCTHOB or »«INCISS g«T«»CTIOH. Composed of T>iyfXG CARS unsurpassed. PI ULAN DRAWING ROOM SLEEP ERS of laust equipment. COMMERCIAL TOURIST SLEEPING CARS fîr.’t t?mt cun be constructed and »« which ac commodations are FREE and furniihcd foe holder» nf first and second-clats tickets, and LIVERY STABLE. CATES & HENRY, Props ELECANT DAY COACHES. A continuous line, connecting with «11 lines, st- direct «nd uninterrupted servic«.-. Pull F Street, north of Third. Even thing New and ; forrtiue Sleeper rcren attons can be secured in ad rirR.-la»» Conveyance of Commercial Travel man vance through an? agent of the road. ers « •peclalty. Board and «tabling by the dsy or month. We solicit a fair share of tbe local pat THROVGH TICKET’to and from allpolntain ronage. America. England and Europe, st any ticket , office of this road. ^RANK ROECA, 1 Full Information concerning rules, time or trains, routes and other details, furnished on ap i plication to any agent, or A. D. CHARLTON, tin« Door Wrt of Cigar Store. MCMINNVILLE. OR “O'er thirty years ago, I remember li ,iring my father des« ribe the wonder ful curative effects of Ayer’s Cherry Pcctoial. During a recent attack of La Grippe, which rtsMimcd the form of a catarrh, soreness of tho lungs, accom panied ly an aggravating cougli, I used various remedies and prescriptions. W’ailo some of these medicines partially alleviated the coughing during the day, none of them afforded tue any relief from th,itspasmo«lic action of the lungs which wonld seize tne tho moment I attempted to lie down nt night. After ten or twelve bUclt nights, I was Nearly in Despair, and had about decided to sit up all night in my easy chair, nnd procure what sleep I could in that way. It then oc curred to me that I had a bottle of Ayer’» Cherry Pectoral. I took 3 spoonful of this preparation in a little water, and was able to lie down without coughing. Tn a few moments I f 11 asleep, and awoke in the morning greatly refreshed and feeling much better. I took a tc:icpoonfi:l of the Pec toral every night for a week, then grad ually decreased the <!<>-c, : nd iu two weeks >ny cough was cured.” * Ayer’s Cherry Pectoral Assistant General Passenger Agent. Pr-pared by Dr. J. C. Ayer I; Co., Lowell, Nus. | PORTLAND, OR. Promptto act, sure to cure ^Comerws.&n. Time had proved that His wife was a beautiful woman, and'her I wealth had opened boundless opportunities to him. He had risen—she had known that ' he would. But now that she scarcely was ; able to know herself she would venture into j bis world and see for herself how happy and prosperous he was. So, having spent all but her last »over- 1 eign for bar ticket, she stepped into Lang inham one spring evening, steeling her heart } to what might follow. The next evening she had walked past his great house and was starting back, when a sudden shower burst unexpectedly upon her. She gath ered up her skirts in that particular way I so characteristic of a dainty woman and ! was hurrying along, when all at once she ; was conscious of a sharp, childish cry at her side. Turning, she beheld a tall, sad faced ’ man trying to quiet a fretful baby of about ! 2 years, which held out its dimpled bands to her and cried: “Mamma! Mamma!” The gentleman strove to quiet it, and Ga brielle started on. But sharp and piercing came the cry of “Mamma!” and her heart Lade her linger. For the first time the man spoke to her. “I must beg your pardon, madam. His mother has just died, and something about you eeems to have recalled her to him.” Gabrielle’s heart softeued at once. Going straight up, she took the tiny,outstretch«! bauds in her own and murmured, “Poor, motherless little one.” The father held out his umbrella over her, and for the first time she looked at him. The face was Robert’s! She was glad for the excuse of turning to the baby again and murmur«! something unintelligible. However, he had nqt recognized her, so she drew all her strength to her assistance and succeeded in biding her emotion. “If you will walk under my umbreila, as I am going your way, you can keep drj. i And, too, I fear baby won't like to par! ■ with you now.” There was no easy way to retreat. It j would have been absurd to scud off in a changed direction through the peltingrain, eo she continued talking hurriedly to the i child. As they reached the foot of the broad stone steps she stopped. “I cannot thank you enough for having calmed Leslie. His nurse left this morn ing, and be will not be consoled by any of the other servants. So I finally told Mrs. Clarke, the housekeeper, that I would try i him for a walk. But will you not take the I umbrella? It will be a shame to expose yourself to such a deluge.” She gracefully declined all thanks and Buch kind offers and glided quickly off, a tall, black robed figure, daring the watery drops. But a perfect shriek from baby arose when he found himself deterted in this fashion, and each succeeding cry be came louder and more distressing. Again Gabrielle could not go. Again she came back to him. "Will you please come into the house with him? Mrs. Clarke may there be bet ter able to get him away than I.” So Gabrielle, carrying his child, Leslie, entered the bouse, unknown, but welcome even then. Leslie was not to be easily de ceived, and all the ruses were seen through immediately by hie careful, big blue eves. “We must get a nursemaid this very night,” declared Mrs. Clarke as she en deavored, in herpructical, cold hearted way. to inveigle the young lord from his new "mamma.” “But,” groaned Mr. Courtright, “where can one get one whom he can trust on such very short notice?” A bold idea entered Gabrielle’shead. She tried three or four times to speak and her voice failed. Finally she choked back the lump in her throat and said: "Would It be presumptuous in me to offer myself? I can show you tome excellent references, and 1 am looking for some such position.” “You a nursemaid?” exclaimed Mr. Courtright in amazement. Then, a moment later, be would have given much to have it back unsaid. Her plain, black gown was darned at the elbows. It was merely her way of wearing it that gave her tbe appear ance of a woman of long founded culture and delicacy. Two years wont by, in which Miss Var ney, as she was then known, undiscovered, was loved by and loved in return Mr. Courtright’s two children. It was one even ing in March, just before dusk, when she bad left Leslie up steirs asleep and Lad just come down to the drawing room with Mabel to stay with tbe child until her father came to dinner. He was late, and Mabel wandered off to the library, thus leaving Gabrielle alone in tbediinlj’ lighted room, when Mr. Courtright finally entered. “Shall I cal) Mabel?” she began, starting from her station at the window. “No, Miss Varney, stay. I have some thing to say to you. You remember how moved I was the first time Leslie called you ‘mamma?’ You thought then, no doubt, that it was because of the memory of my wife. Partly so, but mostly because I thought for an instant that you were the woman who—who might have been his mother, if the fates had been kinder. Do you know. Miss Varney, that you often re mind me cruelly of a woman 1 loved bettei than the world?” “Your wife?” She was glad that it was dark enough to Lid« the trembling of her lips. “No, not my wife. I loved Marie one way. She was tender and tree to ine. But the woman that I really loved”— Then after a pause he went on: “But what J meant to say to you is this: I have learned to love you a thousand times better than Marie, and sometimes I nlrnost think as much as I loved—tbe dearest one. Can you, will you, hate me if I ask you thus to be Leslie’s mamma in truth as well as in word?” Slowly came the reply, “But you love the first woman best of all even yet?” “Yes, I do. But, as I said, I often almost think that you are Bhe, when I stop to real ize how I feel toward you.” Moment after moment went by. Th« shadows came closer and the rim of lighiei clouds near the western horizon grew nar rower. At last she said: "I, too, loved in the long ago. And 1 can never in any way love another man. But”---- "Miss Varney”—he broke in. “No, let me flnibh,” she continued “Take an umbrella and go down to the east gate. Do not ask a question, but take tbe umbrella and wait there ” Then she sped up stairs. He was dazed; maybe that was the reason that be, as in a dream, did as she bad bid and took his station down by tbe rustic gate, where the softly falling rain dripped through the leaves ODto the gravel of the walk. Suddenly lie was conscious of a rustle at his side, and, turning, there stood a tall i girl, with a loving smile beaming above , the same dark collar, with a sweet face shining from beneath the same velvet bon net remembered so well from loDg ago, and an old time voice murmured: “Robert!” “Gabrielle?” be gasped. “Yes,” she laughed. "Gabrielis and your nursemaid in one.” When they walked up to the house that night she clung lovingly to Lis arm under the narrow umbrella, for they were stran gers no longer.—Exchange. Baking Powder and sileut afterward. He would gaze stead ily out to sea as though in deep thought, aud his brow would wrinkle reflectively. Then he would change, and his motions became jerky and irregular. At times I thought he was excited, aud I attributed his changed ways to the sudden chill. While we were sitting in one of the clefts, out of reach of the water, a dainty boat rouDded a point and glided past us. Brown quickly jumped to his feet and said: “How- would you like to take a boat ride? This little bay is beautiful.” Why He Like« a Claj Pipe. “Is there a boathouse about here?” I in “I was talking to an old Irishman the other day,” recently remarked a connois quired, looking about me. "Oh, yes,” be returned eagerly. “Right seur in pipes, “and he gave me many rea suns why tbe clay—bis favorite, by the ou the pier.” "That would be a pleasant way of watch way—was the best pipe to smoke. He said that be bad smoked briers and liked them ing the sun set—from the water,” I said. We clambered up the rocks and went to fairly well, and also corncobs, which he characterized as very sweet. But,’ said the boathouse, where we got a boat and he, ‘the best of them all is the clay, for it rowed out into the pretty bay. The sun is light, does not get clogged and is easily was setting, aud tbe shading of the sky was cleaned. When it gets lots of nicotine in exquisite, shading from a bright lemon It, all you have to do is to put it on tbe through reds and purples to a misty gray. coals in the fire and let it bake. Of course Presently the big globe dipped lingeringly it gets black, butthen it gets all thesw««et behind the distant hills and gradually sank down, leaving a ruddy glow behind which er.’ ”—Philadelphia Call. skimmed the ripples aud shot streaks of gold through some black, rolling cloudt A PARALLEL. which were poking their ominous tope A fiorver from Eovle O’Reilly's grave— above the horizon. A type of him, the pure and brave. I was rowing, aud Brown eat in the bow. That held thro' winter’s withering gamn He said he preferred the bow, if I did not 1 be germs of tho perfect bloom mind the added difficulty of rowing. Sit That glorifies tho summer air And makes the world moro rich ami fair. ting that way we could both see the sunset. The convict’s doom, the felon’s cell. Foi- a long time w-e said nothing. X rowed The transport hulk, the living hell on half lazily. When the sun had disap Of tue chaingaug horror, lo' er d in vain peared, I turned to Erown with a smile. To crush that noble soul or stain. “Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked. Despite the wrath of coward foes “It’s dreamy.” he returned, and looked O'Reilly through the ordeal rose out to Bea. Then he added quickly: “Pull The blight, consummate flower, the grace way out. Let’B row far out to sea and And glory of our creed and race. ____________________ —Erigeni. come back by moonlight. The moon rises early.” I was more than pleased, for a moonlight ride was more than I had hoped for. So in epite of the black clouds which were gathering fast I rowed on and on. Three or four years ago I was given an old Brown offered to row onoe, but I told him I was perfectly satisfied. Pretty soon Confederate bill of $100, and ever since I that a breeze sprung up and ruffled tbe water. have kept it in my pocketbook as a kind of I looked back again at Brown and found talisman. This summer, however, it came him eagerly scanning the horizon. He nearly proving anything but a talisman, started slightly when he saw me looking at for it was tho cause of a disagreeable ad him. “Row on!” he said. “Row on!” His manner was peculiar. I thought be venture. It happened on one of those hot days in was nervous. “Do you fear a storm?” I the latter part of June, when the streets of asked without turning my head. Just theo a pretty large wave thumped against the Boston are like bake ovens, and the com bow. “It’s getting rough,” I added. “It mon and public garden are so full of chat always does after the sun goes down,” he tering crowds that one finds little pleasure said. ‘‘Row on.” I looked up at the sky, in them. I had an afternoon off from my out of which the light was fast fading. business and so determined to take a trip Then I stopped rowing for a moment. We down the bay to Bass Point and Nahant. were almost out of sight of land. It only These resorts are only an hour’s ride from looked like a black streak through the twi Boston, and I could go down on the 2 light. The waves had grown considerably, and I knew that they, together with the o’clock boat and come back at 9. On the water the afternoon was delight tide, would soon carry us beyond sight of ful. Back of us was Boston, its mass of land. Then if there should be no moon, dull, red bricks piled up like a pyramid and if a storm should come up—I found and blottiDg the glory of the sky like a sil myself getting anxious. “We must go back,” I said decidedly, and houette. The laud extended around in a was just. goiDg to pick up my oars and turn semicircle, and gradually sloped down on 1 either side until it became a mere rim of about when I felt a heavy weight plump undulating green shore, seemingly balanced down upon me and crush me to the bottom between the water and the sky and vanish I of the boat. One oar was lifted clear out of ing into a steel gray haze. In front, the : the rowlock and dropped into the water. sea was dot .d with islands. All about In a moment Brown’s hands were at my boats were darting here and there, ever throat, and be was choking me and butting changing place and gliding along with fas my head against the boards. I could not speak, and my senses were fast leaving me. cinating gracefulness. The steamer I was on was fairly well i I remember his face being close to mine, crowded, but not uncomfortably, and I was and his heavy breathing sounding loud and sitting on tbe upper deck taking iu the labored. Then the sharp raised rib ot the view and congratulating myself on having boat seemed to crunch into my head, and I escaped from the roasting city, when I was , lost consciousness. The first thing I became aware of was a interrupted by some one tapping me on tbe shoulder. A cri was offering to sell I faint rumbling which came from the dis me a pamphlet. ik out my pocketbook , tance, and as 1 gradually recovered I saw and selected a nickel, and iu moving some ' flashes of lightning spread over the sky. A bills the Confederate bill fell to tbe deck storm was coming fast. The boat was I picked it up and put it back, and at the rocking violently, and Brown was bending same time I noticed that a man who was I over me bathing my face with water. I sitting next to me eyed me keenly. Natu- | reached out my baud and grasped him. “Don’t,” ho said simply, and made me rally I thought ha was auxious to strike up an acquaintance, so I turned to him with let go. I tried to get up, but he pushed me back. the conventional “Pleasant day.” “Yes,” bo returned politely. “Splendid.” “Lie still. The sea is rough.” The storm came on faster and faster. “You are going to Nahant, I suppose?” “No—er—yes; I think so. I think I shall | Flash after flash of lightning lighted up the get off at Bass Point and walk over to Na heaving occaD; the thunder grumbled, roll ed and crashed; the waves rose to frightful hant. Splendid walk.” “I was only down this way once, and that , heights and rushed down upon the little boat with their tops curling aud falling. was several years ago.” Then we talked on various subjects and | The boat would rise on the crest of a wave admired the picturesque marine views and then take a sickening dive down until which want rolling by like a huge pano- ! it seemed to me that we must surely reach rama. Taken altogether, that tripdowuthe the bottom. Then tbe going up was so sud bay was oue of the most delightful I had den and the motion so different that I held ever experienced, for the day was so per- i tny breath. We were wet to tbe skin, for feet, tho gentle dip of tho boat so toothing tho boat often plunged right through the and my companion decidedly agreeable. top of a wave. We both hung to tbe seat He possessed all tbe magnetism of a clever of tbe half sinking boat and waited. The storm was Bhort. The thunder be conversationist and entertained me bril came fainter and fainter, and the lightning liantly. Wo got off the boat at Dass Point, which ceased its zigzag form and gave out soft, is a jutting point of rocks crowded with broad glares far off on the horizon. The those buildingscommon to popularsummer air changed and it became cold. I do not resorts. It was Saturday, and the place know what time of night it was, but it was overflowing with pleasure seekers. We must have been somewhere near morning found little to interest us there and we when a big wave dashed us against a pile soon started for Nahant., a small village of rock» and completely shattered the boat. which layabout two miles farther along We were flung out and lodged in a large the shore on unother pointand across a eon- crevice between two towering rocks. With what Btrength we had we climbed up the siderable bay. About midway over wo climbed a hill ragged surface of the rocks till we were out which commanded tbe whole country and of reach of the pounding waves, and there, sea for miles. When we got to the top, we in a cleft, we shivered till morning. It was not long before tbe sun put in a threw ourselves on the grass to rest. We chatted carelessly for awhile, aud my «x>m- sickly appearance through the rifts of the panion—his name was Chester Brown, we scudding clouds and revealed a long stretch bad exchauged cards—pointed out several of heaving, muddy billows, some of which little points of interest with which I was not still frothed and foamed. There was a stiff, cold wind blowing in from the east, and it familiar. “I love to lie on the grass like this and made us numb. We waited till the light watch the water sparkle,” he said. “It looks got strong, aud then we climbed the jagged rock» aud found we were on a jutting point like gold.” The scene was fascinating. Far ahead of the mainland in a little bay. Far away the blue water stretched out, swaying in I I caught the gleam from the dome of Bos long regular swells, and met tbe sky and ton’s statehouse, and I knew that tbe curved up in a huge, blue vault. Away off waves and tide had carried us almost back to the north was a string of five boats, and to Boston. It did Dot take us long to reach farther, a streak of black 6tnoke showed a house, where we were cared for until we were ready to return to the city. the whereabouts of some steamer. I had made up my mind to tell my ad We sat there for some time and talked. Then Brown sat up suddenly and asked me venture to the good people who cared for bow I should like going in swimming. Tbe us, but I changed it. And when I started prospect of a salt water bath struck me fa to go Brown crushed something into my vorably, and I readily assented to going. So hand. He started to say something, but we descended the bill and walked along the stopped, and turning abruptly, left me. I looked at what he had given me. It was my curving path toward Nahant. We went to the beach and got a bath Confederate bill.—Henry Eastman Lower house. There happened to be only one va iu Boston Transcript. cant and we shared it together. I did not Money Woru by Circulation, mind that, however, for I was in an agree able mood. The air was warm, and the A number of patriotic sons of Erin were water seemed a bit colder than it really seated around a table one night discussing was. But I enjoyed the bath hugely. Sud a little of everything, when one of them be denly my companion rushed out of the gan a lamentation over a lightweight sil water aud made for tbe bathhouse, calling ver dollar he had. back to me that he had e. chill. Of course “Th’ hid an th’ tail’s worn down that I followed immediately in thehopeof being foine ye wouldn't know th’ hid from th' able to help him. When I opened the door, tail if it wasn’t that th’ bid’s always on th’ he was just sinking down on the seat as other side.” “Got worn by cirkylation?” though exhausted. He shivered and shook Ocean Cannibals. “So they say, but Oi belave some smar-r-rt as though with the ague. I went to work Such fierce carnivorous fishes as exist in and soon had him warmed up by violent divil’stuk a jack plane an schraped adoime the depths of the ocean are unknown at rubbing with u rough towel. or two off her for luck. Cirkylation can’t the surface. There is a “black swallower,” We dressed hurriedly and went out to sit wear a dollar down loike that.” which devours other finny creatures 1C on the rocks. Some people were fishing “It can, too, an Oi'll prove it,” said a times as big as itself, literally climbing there, and we watched them. By and by third. “Have ye got a good dollar, Din over its victim, first with one jaw and then we got tired aud climbed down the rocks to ny?” with the other. Another species is nearly where the water gurgled and swashed iu Dinny, curiously enough, had one all mouth, and having no power of locomo and out of the weed covered clefts. If produced it. tion it lies buried in the soft ooze at the Brown had been bright and entertaining “Now pass it around the table.” bottom] its head alone protruding, ready before our bath, he was decidedly g'.u^i Around it went. “Twicet more. to engulf any prey that may wander into its cavernous jaws. There is a ferocious kind of shark, resembling a huge eel. All of these monsters are black as ink. Some of them are perfectly blind, while others have enormous. goggling eyes. No ray oi sunlight ever pierces the dark, unfathomed caves in which they dwell. Each species is gobbled by the species next bigger, fot there is no vegetable life to feed on.—Spare Moments. A B ABE BILL. Twice more it went. "Wance more, an let me hov’ it.” Once again it circulated, and finally it rested in the palm of the instigator of the performance. He then leaned over to the owner of the dollar and handed him a sil ver quarter. “Phwat’s this?” asked the latter. “That’s yer dollar, Dinny.”—Exchange. A Legal Antiquity. The feeling upon the subject of oaths among the earlier colonists of Maryland It shown by the following extract from a pe tition of assemblymen of the provine««, ad dressed to the lord proprietary in 1048 and “signed by all the members present;” “We do further humbly request youi lordship that hereafter such things as you: lordsnip may desire of us may be done witli as little swearing as conveniently ma; be, experience teaching us that a great ècco- sion is given to much perjury when swear ing Irecometh common.”—Green Bag His Little Ode. “Here isa littloodo,” said the poet tim idly. “You’re off,” cried the editor “Paid the last cent I owed yesterday. "—Atlanta Constitution. A FINE DISTINCTION. A Little Story Showing the Difference Be tween “Cheek” and “Gall.” “Now and then I hear some one declare that a man has ‘monumental gall,’ but the fellow using the term has no concep tion of its significance. He simply means it’s a case of extraordinary cheek.” It was a Cincinnati man stopping for « day or two in Detroit who spoke as above, and when asked what he knew about “monumental gall” he replied: “I was traveling in California duriug the great boom and one day got. around to Loa Angeles and met a chap who used to be in the furniture business in my town. He had arrived only the day before and was flat broke. As he bad put up at the I best hotel, I thought that was a ease of ‘monumental gall,' but he hadn't beguu to show his never yet. “After a bit he came to me and wanted to know if I had any blank checks in east ern banks. I bad checks on Cincinnati, Chicago, St. Louis and Toledo and gave him six or eight. Everybody was wild over real estate, and this chap took a walk around and got options on three different lota, giving his check for about 815,000 in each case. Some one went up to the hotel to ask about him, and he turned around and took an option on the caravansary at »250,000 fcr 10 jays. He wrote out a I check for $25,000 as cool ns you please, and within the next 24 hours had optious on the host bargains in town. “I gave him a cozen checks in all. and he filled’em out for about »150,000. If any of the banks had been telegraphed to, he would have been dished, but he had a way with him which seemed to satisfy ev erybody that he was heeled and was work ing for a ten strike. I saw him make out a check for »50,000 and shake it under the nose of a man who had been offering a nice bit of land for »47,000. He scared the nisn half to death for a minute, nnd then he rushed out and put the price at $55,000.” “But Lo couldn't really buy any land?' “He didn't want to. He was giving that locality a specimen ot ‘monnme’-rffi ga'l.’ Tho people were up on ‘cheek,’ nut had never seen a face of hammered brass What d’ye think he did? I ll tell yr"? straight, and I’ll give you the names of parties to write to if you doubt my word. Before a single one of bis options expired be sold them out to a new crowd, and in eight days he Lad cleared $25,000 in as good gold as California ever mined. The owner of the hotel gave him »5,000 and his worthless checks in my presence and felt so good over it that be opened the cham i pagne and brought out some cigars worth »1 each.” “And didn’t you make anything?” “Not a blamed red! Say, that cuss even depended on me for bis 5 cent cigars for four or five days, and I sat around like a Lump on a log and saw him rake in a fine fortune! He got out of the thing slick and clean, without a suspicion, while 1 had to telegraph home for a miserable little »300, and the landlord had a man watching me for two or threo days to see that I didn’t jump my bill! I’ve got cheek enough to carry me along pretty comfortable, but when it conies to‘monumental gall’I’m way down the hall. I used to mix the terms, but I don’t any more. Any fool can have‘cheek,’but the other stuff is only to be lound in a chain lightning sort of man.”—Detroit Free Press. Coroucts. Enlgi.sU uoblemen are the only ones in Europe who ever wear coronets on their beads, and the sole occasion when they do to is at the coronation of the sovereign. They hold them in tbeir bands through the ceremony, and at the moment when the archbishop of Canterbury places the crown upon the monarch’s bead every peer and peeress present dons his or her coronet. Inasmuch as nearly half of the house of I lords is composed of peers created by Queen Victoria, it is probable that none of them baa taken the trouble to provide himself with the silver coronets lined with crim son velvet of their rank, and were the queen to die and the Prince of Wales to ascend the throne there would doubtless be a run on the court silversmiths for bau bles of this character. The barons' coro net worn by the poet, Lord Byron, at the coronation of George IV, and which was manufactured for the occasion, is now in this country and in the possession of the proprietor of the Philadelphia Ledger, who has converted it into a chafing dish for the bumble vegetable known as the potato, Laving removed the velvet cap from the inside and turned it upside down, so that the four silver balls constitute the support of the chafing dish.—Vogue NO. 2 As old sa tho hills” and never excell- jra ed. “ Tried •X and proven” is the verdict i REGULAT 0 f millions. S i m m o n 8 Liver Regu- y-x lator 19 the /<0 '/"/'P V* only Liver JL j CUCI and Kidney medicine to which you can pin your faith for a . A laxa- tive, a n d purely veg- etable, act- ing directly on the Liver and Kid neys. Try it. Sold by all Druggists in Liquid, or in Powder to be taken dry or madeintoa tea. Than Pills The Kin? of Liver Medletnes. I have ueed yourShninons Liver R lator and can conBciencioutly »ay it Is kingot all liver medicines. I consider it a medicine chetd In ltaelf.—Gro. w. J ack - SOM, Tacoma, Washington. 4#~F\ERY PACKAGED Hus tho Z Stamp in red on wrapper. beautiful morning,’’ “Oh, bother, they are all beautiful mornings here, so I must take it for granted.”—Alexandria Curre- spondent. Tbeir Ages. 1 once asked my old darky the age of the two boys be ieft behind him in old “Kalntuck.” Thoughtfully he polished bis bald old skull a moment and then said, “Dare’s one of ’em big enough to plow and de udder's two sites smaller.”— Washington Post. The Conspiracy Failed. Tbs young attorney was telling the sto ry to a Buffalo Express reporter. “The fellow came into my office,” he said, “and we had a long conversation. Finally I said something he didn’t like, and he got wad. He said be would make a complaint against me, and I told him he couldn’t be too quick about It. Then he asked me how I spelled my name, pretending he wanted to make a note ot it in a memorandum book. I told him. He boggled over it for awhile, then passed me the book and ask ed me to write it. I was glad enough to get rid of him, and I did write It. “Just as he was going out tbe thought struck me that perhaps that was only a bluff, and be wanted my name to use for a promissory note. The more I thought of it th« moro I became convinced that that was his gam», and I ran after him bareheaded. I Bis «• he was going out of the door. I took huu oy tba shoulder and asxed him right out if that wasn't his motive 1n «rettlnu my name as he div«. 1, I had him dead to rights, and he finally confessed that he had intended to make * note over the name and get it discounted. ” “What did you do?” asked his friend. "Turn him over to the police?" “No,” said the young attorney “I didn’t do that. I told him to go on and get th« note discounted if he could, but I made him promise he would give ma half of what he got out of it." The Seventy-two Bacos of Mankind. M. de Quatrefages, tho noted French ethnologist, read a paper before the Paris Academy of Sciences on bis favorite study. In it be gives an interesting summary of his general conclusions with regard to ths origin and distribution of the human spe cies. Omitting minor differences, he es timates that there are no fewer than 78 distinct races of men now inhabiting ths earth. All of these, be says, descend or branch off from three fundamental types— the white, the yellow and the black— which had their origin in north central Asia, which is without doubt the primi tive Eden, or “cradle of the human race.” M. de Qusterfages further states—in learn ed terms that would be meaningless to any one except an ethnologist—that represent atives of these three primitive types may yet be found scattered over bls Asian Eden —the whites to the west of the central point of origination, the yellow to the east and the black to the sout h. The yellow race spread to the northeast and crossed to America, where they “mixed with a lo cal quaternary race,” producing what we know ns the American Indian.—St. Louis Republic. The Camel «• a Soldier. The camel is a good soldier. It may be stupidity, and it may l>e bravery, but a camel is an steady under fire as a tower. The Persians mount«d small cannon on the backs of their camels and called them rambwahs, or “little wasps.” This fash ion was adopted in India, and after the battle of Bobraon 2,000 of these artillery camels were captured. In the Indian mu tiny the British had a camel corps of 150 beasts, and on the back of each camel sat a Scotch highlander in bis kilt. In 1845 Sir Charles Napier had a came] corps in Sindh, and in ore day he marched 75 miles, defeated a brigand chtef and march ed home again. In 1878 the British used camels against the Afghans, and the gov ernment paid foe 50,000 camels that died in those campaigns. Many of these were driven to death by their owners in order that they might claim the government How Zola Writes. Zola is a slow writer and seems to have bounty.—Milwaukee Wisconsin. difficulty in the mere mechanical operation Carleton's Chat. of penmanship. Four pages, not a line And speaking about talking quickly more or less, day after day without inter ruption for years and years, line upon line, during a half hour, there is n story that this baa been the secret of a literary pro Walter Adams tells about Henry Guy duction which has not its equal among Carleton, and if It is an old story Walter Adams shall l«ear the blame of it. Carleton living writers. Immense preparation had been necessa I stutters. He apprehended * friend on ry for the “Faute de l’Abbe Mouret.” Broadway and raid: “S-s-s sav, w w-won’t you »-step into Mountains of notebooks were heaped up on his table, and for mouths Zola was Lt-th is d-do doorway b-here fo-for ba-ha- plunged in the study of religious works. half an hour. I w-w-wa-want to ha-ha»« All the mystical part of the book, and no fl-five minutes’ co con-convereatlou wi-wi- tably the passages have reference to the wlth you.”—Washington Capital. cultus of Mary, was taken from the works It Would. of the Spanish Jesuits. “This would be a nice world,” said the The “Imitation of Jesue Christ” was largely drawn upon, many passages being careworn editor, “if writers bad more copied almost word for word into the nov originality and compositor» less."—W el—much as in “Clarissa Harlowe” that iugton btav. other great realist, Richardson, copied During the Franco-Prussian war tae whole passages from the Psalms The description of life in a grand seminary Germans fired 80,000,000 rifle cartridge» was given him by a priest who had been and 883,000 charges of artillery, killing dismissed from ecclesiastical service. The or mortally wounding 77,000 Frenchmen, little Church of Bainte Marie de* Batl- showing that 400 shots are required to kill gnolles was regularly visited.—“Emile Zo or mortally wound one man. la—A Study,” by R. H. Sherard. In the number of houses Russia is sec ond to the United States, having 11,48«,- Egyptian Weather. As a topic of conversation the weather if 000, valued at 13,505,000,000, while France branded with Infamy in Egypt. It is never comes third with 0,080,000, valued at 88,. mentioned—except by a fool. I am not 520,000,000, and Great Britain has 7,100,' raying this maliciously, for I was that 000, worth »12,120,000,000. fool often enough More than once on be "Not worth a tinker’s dat®*’ is not pro ing introduced to Europeans I would pass the usual compliments and add, ‘ ‘ What a fane in itself, as the last word should La charming day it is!” I got more than one spelled without an “n." A tinker’s dam withering look of contempt for this species 1» * wall of of crass forgetfulness. Why, the sun shines ■pot wbicn like a ball of fire for eight months each The reports after the battle of Waterloo year, and there is practically no variation in tbe weather. In my diary I read th* showed that the British artillery fired following entrlee; “Beautiful morning,” 8,467 rounds, about one for every French soldier killed on the field.. • Beautiful morning