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DAILY EVENING REPORTER.
M c M innville , O regon , M onday , J anuary 31. 1887.
PRICE TWO CENTS.
. The D ally
Entered in the Poetoffloe at MoMinnville for
Transmission Through the Mails as Seo-
ood Class Matter.
D. C. IRELAND.
l T umi ,
A Tale of Forty-Nine.
Bl MBS. C.
E. L. E. WHITE.
“Yea : It is true, every word of it.
Make up your minds, both of you, to
D. C. IRELAND A €•.,
return with me and make enough
money in a month to live like priuces
all your days. Harry looked at Helen.
Tas D ailt R bpobtbb is issued every day
She was white to the lips. His face
in, the week exoept Sundays, and is delivered
wore a look of eagerness, mingled with
in the oity at 10 oents per week. By mail, 40
entreaty ; also about the drawn mouth
oents per month in advanoe. Rates for ad
vertising same as for T he W imli R bpobtbb .
were lines she had seen there before,
and she knew too well their import.
Decision being a marked feature in
Bee* «ft Jefe Priatittff.
his character, she knew as well as
beg leave to armounoe to the publio
have just added a large stock of new General Merchandise. words could tell that his mind was
novelfibs to our business, and make a special
made up and that he would go at all
ty of Letter Heads. Bill Heads, Note Heads,
hazards, being naturally a lover of that
Sole Agent for the Celebrated
Statçfÿnts, Business Cards, Ladies' Calling
ease and luxury that wealth alone can
OfcrdH , ‘Ball Invitations (new designs) Pro
give. There was a momenta silence,
grammes. Posters, and all descriptions of
broken only by the convulsive breath
work. Terms favorable. Call and be con
D. C. IRELAND & CO.
ing of the agitated woman, whose
mother’s instinct told her at once,
even though the fact had not dawned
Assortment of these Popular Goods
on the mind of her husband, that
LITTLEFIELD & CALBREATH,
IN ALL THE LATES1 those little sleepers in the cradle there
were a living bar to the realization of
Offloe over Braly’s Bank.
N0\ ELTIES, NEW
that hastily formed plan. At last
Harry gasped, rather than said :
G. W. GOUCHER.
B. B. GOUCHER
“What say you, Helen? Shall it be
ease and affluence or toil and drudg
Coucher & Goucher.
ery our all days?” With her tearful
PHYSICIANS AND SURGEONS.
eyes raised to his face, she said :
M c M innville
O regon . Please Call and Examine.
“What of the babes, Harry? Surely
you cannot have forgotten them?”
Office and residence, oorner of Third and
W hat W e .G uarantee
D. streets, next to the postoffice.
“The babes” he cried. “I had for
FOR THE DRESS GOODS OF OUR
jas . m ’ oain .
h . hurley .
gotten them for the moment. They
could not go. No surely not. Poor
McCain & Hurley, ‘
little darlings. But Helen dear, it
AND NOTARIES PUBLIC. terial, by skillful workmen, with the need not be for long. I should soon
latest and most approved machinery, return with gold enough to give you
Especial attention paid to abstracts of title and to be the cheapest goods in the the luxurious home you are so well
and settlement of estates in probate.
fitted to adorn ; then the babies could
market when service is considered.
Offioe—Jail buiding, up stairs.
Are so thoroughly finished that they ^ave the advantages that wealth and
Mrs. M. Sliadden. can be worn in damp weather, or in a position alone could give; advan
shower, without fear of being ruined tages that our poverty must forever
by curling or shrinking.
deny them.” He paused for her reply.
Fashioiaatole Dressmaker. The manufacturing, dyeing and fin It came in a smothered shriek : “Oh!
(-♦F* The Taylor System of Cutting and Fit ishing is done in such a manner, that ' Harry, surely, surely you do not
the goods can be washed if desired - think of leaving us. Your wife ami
Third street, Next to Bishop A Kay’s store, without the least injury to fabric.
babes. Leaving us alone. Oh! That
Our goods are wool dyed, and colors I dreadful word! I dare not think of it.
as fast as the purest dyes and greatest Cousin Joe, why did you come, like
and skill can make them.
the tempest of old, to sow the seed of
Goods show just what they are and discontent in this little paradise,
Lute of New Orleana, La.,
be until worn out, as there is no where with all the toil and care, “La
Piics and l*'ii*tiila a Spe
stiflening, or artificial lus bor is sweet, so sweet, when done for
tre used to increase the weight or fin those we lov .” I have been as happy
free. Xo Cure
ish ; us is the case with a large class of as a queen on her throne But now.
goods in the market, but which disap Ah! The dark, daik cloud that seems
|-fT Office with H. V. V. Johnson, M. D
pears after a few days’ service.
about to burst over this once happy
As manufacturers we have taken home of mine, made a very paradise
great pains to supply an article in for me by the presence of the one
every way reliable, nnd unsurpassed love of my life, my idolized husband
Hair Culling, shaving and '•ham. by similar goods, either foreign or do whose loving presence makes my
mestic, and would respectfully ask an world, who is the joy and light of my
examination of the various styles and life. Without him I would, like the
15c SHAVING 15c. shades
to be found on sale by mer plant that is denied the sunshine,
C. H. FLEMING, Proprietor.
chants who are agents for the goods. wither and die. Oh, husband, you
(Successor to A, 0. Wyndham.)
All goods of our manufacture should cannot, yet I see in your set face that
Ladies and children's work a specialty.
bear the name and trade mark of
which tells me that I am doomed ;
0^*1 have just added to my parlor the
B roadhead W orsted M ills ,
my sun has set—alas I fear—to
largest and finest stock of cigars ever in this
Jamestown, N. Y. rise no more.”
•ity. Try them
Broadhead * *
* * Dress Goods
DR. I C. TAYLOR.
“Come, come! Helen, dear! You
look at this matter in a wrong light.
You talk as if 1 were going away for
ever instead of for a few short months,
and to return to my wife and babies,
whom 1 should delight in surround
ing with every comfort wealth can
bring. Then our lives should be
orowned with happiness, and this
slavish drudgery, that now keeps the
wolf from the door would be a thing
fo the past.”
“Helen, my dear cousin, Harry is
right. Be a sensible little woman and
look at the matter in a more hopeful
manner. It would oply be for a short
time. He would lie sure to return in
a few months with his pockets lined
with gold; then you would be hap
pier than ever. Come, be a brave
little woman and let Harry go with
me. I will take care of him.” Come,
Helen' Say that you consent, for
Harry’s sake. Remember he has the
living to make, and this farm drudg
ery is distasteful to any man of Harrys
character and education, Do not be
selfish in your love. Helen say yes,
for Harry’s sake. Think how hard
this daily battle with poverty is to
one of his temperament.” Harry as
sented, with a look to every word as
Joe utters them.
She sees all and understands their
full import as she drops her head upon
her hapfis, covering her face to hide
the tears that can no longer be re
strained. Harry, rising, approaches
her and putting his arms around her
to his side, while Joe retires, as he
said to avoid a lovers scene, of which
old bachelors in general and he in
particular, profess a horror.
Twenty changeful years have rolled
their rounds since we introduced our
readers to Harry Wilmot’s little cabin
home, presided over by the fair Helen,
his devoted wife, then in the bloom of
youth, with the rose of health on
cheek and brow, while her lovely blue
eyes beamed with content and perfect
happiness as she busied herself with
household cares and lavished all the
wealth of u mothers love in her twin
babies, while awaiting the return of
her young husband at the close of
the days toil in the field—labor made
light by tliQ thought that it is for the
loved ones nt home, of the darling
wife who will greet his return with a
joyful smile that can drive dull < are
away and bring instead a look of joy
that speaks of happiness complete.
What a change since then. The
little farm lots passed into other
hands, who have torn away the rude
buildings, planting an orchard where
they once stood. The pasture is
now a grain field, while the woods are
all cleared away, and a beautiful resi
dence looks down from the knoll just
back of where the log cabin stood,
that had once been Harry’s home;
while a broad turnpike leading to the
Continnsd on 4th page.