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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*
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.
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
1 pect rain when I left home, so I am unpre
1« o* wr*ry
“However,” came her clear reply, just
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
ty picture of that open freedom which so
undeniably marks a congenial man and
wife, whose companionship has ripened into
As they passed Robert Courtwright said,
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»«.
“Arc we strangers?” he asked quickly,
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
E. C. APPERSON
its light brown hair. A lump seemed to
H' tj, USK
climb to her throat, but she returned brave
ly, “Yes—that is, we’ll always be strangers
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.
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.
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
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
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
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herself hardly recognized the tail, pale, sad
■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
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-
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
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solve filled her—she would go to the source
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
wealthy wife. That was tho reason that
she had thrust him bark from her long ago,
(«litte» over Hraly’s babk.)
just because of his poverty. Not that it
pain her, a thousand times no!
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Hadn't she cried out night after night since
that starvation with him wonld be only
CHOICEST IN THE MARKET.
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
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*
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Go<><le <>i »'ll description® moved and
careful handling guarsnteed. Collection!'
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kinds done cheap.
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A. D. CHARLTON,
tin« Door Wrt
of Cigar Store.
“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
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
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
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
“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
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
“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
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.
"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:
“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.
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
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
“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
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
“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
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
“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
“You’re off,” cried the editor “Paid
the last cent I owed yesterday. "—Atlanta
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
“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
“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.
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
As old sa
tho hills” and
ed. “ Tried
is the verdict
0 f millions.
S i m m o n 8
lator 19 the
/<0 '/"/'P V* only Liver
JL j CUCI and Kidney
can pin your
faith for a
tive, a n d
on the Liver
neys. Try it.
Sold by all
Druggists in Liquid, or in Powder
to be taken dry or madeintoa tea.
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.
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-
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.”—
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
«• 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
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
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
of penmanship. Four pages, not a line
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
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
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«,-
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