The North Platte tribune. (North Platte, Neb.) 1890-1894, March 07, 1894, Image 4
1 nr. urn MM I) Makes More Makes Whiter. Makes Better Than any other flour Manufactured. THE BATTLE. HARRINGTON & TOBIN, nsroTja: platte, Agents for Western Nebraska. Ask Your grocer to buy it of us Notice tbe brand, and if you use Minnesota h lour, take no other. LEGAL NOTICES. APPLICATION FOB LIQUOB LICENSE. Notice Is hereby Riven that Charles Richards has filed his application to the county commis sioners of Lincoln county, Nebraska, for license to sell malt, spirituous and rlnous liquor, as pro. Tided by the statutes, In the unincorporated vil lage of Sutherland, Lincoln county, Nebraska, for a term of one year from March 15th, 1S94. If there be no objection or remonstrance filed within two weeks from the 23th day of February, 1891, said license may be granted. CHARLES RICHARDS, Applicant. NOTICE FOR PUBLICATION- Lend Office at North Platte. Neb. (. February 21th ISM. 1 Notice is hereby given that the following named settler has filednotico of his intention to make final proof in support of his claim, and that said proof "will be made before Kecister and Beceiver at North Platte, Neb., on April 14th, 1894. viz: DeWittVanHrocklin who made II. E. No. 13150, for the southeast quarter of section 24. township 11, range 30 west. He names the f ol. lowing witnesses to prove his continuous residence upon and cultivation of said land, viz: Edwin L. Garrison, Orrin Bacon. Abncr Votaw, and William Powell, all of-SHzabeth, Nob. A- S. BALDWIN, 8G Register. NOTICE FOR PUBLICATION. Land Office at North Platte, Neb., ) February 19th, 1894. J Notice is hereby given that the following named settler has tiled notice of his intention to make final proof in support of his claimi and that Slid proof will be made before Register nnd Receiver at North Platte, Neb., on April 21st, 1894, Tiz: FJla L Dickey, widow of John H. Dickey, deceased, who made Homesteod Entry No. 12.8S0 for the southeast quarter section 24, township 15 north, range 31 west. He names the following witnesses to prove his continuous residence upon and cultivation of said land viz: John J. Berger, Lester Walker, John Beyerly and William Habartt, all of North Platte, Neb, 76 A. 8. BALDWIN. Register. U. P. TIME TABLE. GOING EAST. No.l Atlantic Express Dept 12:30 A. m. No. 6 Chicago Express " 630 a. M. No. 4 Fast Mail 8 50 a.m. No. 2 Limited " 105 a. M. No. 28 Freight " 70 A. M. No.lS-Freight " 6:00 p. M. No. 22 Freight " -4:05 A, 51. GOING WEST MOUNTAIN TIME. No. 7 Pacific Kxoress Dept 4:40a. m No. 5 Denver Express " 1030 p. M No. 1-Limited " 10:00 r. M No.21-Freight " JO p. M No. 23 Freight 6:10 A. M B N. B. OLDS. Agent. p RIMES & WILCOX, ATTORNEYS-AT-LAW, HOBTH PLATTE, - NEBRASKA. Office over North Platte National Bank. A. H. CHURCH, LAWYER, NORTH PLATTE, - - - NEBRASKA. Office: Hinman Block, Spruce Sjreet D R. N. P. DONALDSON, Assistant Surgeon Union Pacific Railway and Member of Pension Board, NORTH PLATTE, - NEBRASKA. Office over Streltz's Drug Store. TyM. EVES, M. D., PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON, NORTH PLATTE, ... NEBRASKA Office: Neville's Block. Diseases of Women and Children a Specialty. Claude weingand, DEALER IN Coal Oil, Gasoline, Crude Petroleum and Goal Gas Tar. Leave orders at Evans1 Book Store. GEO. NAU MAN'S SIXTH STREET MEAT MARKET. Meats at wholesale and re tail. Fish and Game in season. Sausage at all times. Cash paid for Hides. NORTH FL-VTTE Marble Works. Manufacturer of and Dealer in Jfonaments, Headstones, Curbing, "Building Stone, And all kinds of Monumental and Cemetery Work. Careful attention given to lettering of every description. Jobbing done on short notice. Orders solicited and esti mates freely given. nun ?i m LAND After the battle peace! But for some men The battle lasts till death; all efforts lead In these to grief and bitterness; and when Unconquered. though they fall and faint and bleed. Their eouIb are mettled for some blacker strife. They straggle bravely for an Inch of life. These are the hapless ones or so we deem Our brothers who must either fight or die. Yet he that ever swam an an cry stream And reached firm shore knows more than yon orl- If we are joyous In unruffled days That hope which grows from crief and struggle stays. They are not hapless. In their heart of hearts They know the deepest faith that life can give. Their living is no playing of old parts. In the wide wisdom of the gods they lire. For they hare conquered where the millions fail- Their ship of life Is stronger for the gale. George E. Montgomery in New York Times. THE CAPTUKE. I. A. FORT, Ha 300,000 acres of U. H J" ate ob the ten year plan. , Call and aVhim if you want a bargain. Martha, the old servant, awakened me. She said, "Your uncle is dying!" I went down stairs and again found myself before the half open door, where for the past two days I had been watch ing the agony of my uncle. He had brought me up and, had been the kind est of guardians. He had banished me from his presence. He had commanded that I should not be admitted to the chateau. He had done all this without motive, without ony offense on my part, but simply because he had disinherited me for her! Her? I see her moving about in the dying man's room, a few steps from me. There she reigns as a sovereign. She de votes herself to tbo patient. She obeys each request of the doctor, who, with her, watches by my uncle's bedside. I watch her every movement, and a wild hatred, mixed with agony and humilia tion, burns in my veins. On my return from Germany I found her living at my uncle's, and he said to me: "She is my old friend Senart's daugh ter. He died ruined poor old fellow! I hope that you will not object to my giv ing her a small dowry. You will still be a millionaire!" She was very beautiful, but proud and haughty. She received me coldly and in a very ungracious manner, but in spite of that I fell promptly in love with her. Her step made me tremble, and her fine profile charmed me. At the end of a month I would have given heaven and earth for her love. 1 dared to tell her so to ask her to marry me but she re fused me without hesitation. "Never!" she declared positively. Ah, that "never!" It broke my heart, but I answered her calmly: "You might have told mesoinore gen tly." "It would have been less efficacious," she returned calmly. And I admired the barbaric frankness of her answer, like the sentimental fool that I was. Today I know what the girl with the dark eyes was hiding! I now under stand her silence, her cold reception, her insulting rejection. It was because she was sure of her position. Already she knew that she should rob me of my fortune. And to think that during the past two days I have not told her how I despise her! To think that I was satis fled to avoid her, not to talk to her! How she must laugh at my folly! As this thought enters my mind I am about to enter the room. But the words of the doctor still sound in my ears: "Do you wish to kill the patient? It can be done in a minute. A sudden emotion, a surprise, and he goes!" Thus even nature is in favor of the spoiler! Again 1 look at her. She is leaning over the bed with the expression of a madonna! f Suddenly the old man moves, and moans like a little child. My heart is filled with pity for him. Then he calls, "Laurel" The doctor moves quickly. I hear a confused whispering, then a cry: "I am suffocating! Ah I" A dead silence then a rattling in the throat and again silence. Then the doctor leans over the bed, listens, and finally says in a low voice: "He is dead." Laure hides her face in her hands. I approach. I would like to accuse her, but a puerile sense of respect keeps me silent, and it is she who speaks first. "I would like to say something to you." Her eyes are filled with tears, but her voice is resolute. It seems as if she were defying me. However, I consent and lead her into the next room. There we remain look ing at each other for a minute without speaking. It is she who continues: "You will excuse me for not having sent for yon sooner, but your uncle re fused absolutely to see you, and consid ering his condition I had only to obey. That was at least the opinion of the doc tor. Believe me, I am sorry." "I should think so!" I exclaim, with an insulting laugh. She looked me full in the face, her eyes flashed, and she stopped crying. "You will regret that laugh," she said haughtily. "It is cowardly. Your duty as a gentleman is first to listen to me." I was struck with her attitude, al though I believed it to be only another form of duplicity, and I replied gravely: "Be it so. I will listen to you." She continued then vehemently. "I know that you believe that I influ enced your uncle. I know that you be lieve me responsible for his change of mind toward yon and guilty of having captured his estate. I know that you believe me avaricious, a liar, a plotter! However, I am none of these things." "Ah! then you are not his heiress?" I asked, with bitter irony. "Yes! I am his heiress!" Bnt I did nothing that the most scrupulous deli cacy could object to! I often begged your uncle to send for you, and I only ceased when the doctor assured me that my constant demands worried the pa tient. Your uncle was my benefactor. He saved me from misery, and I could not do anything which would prove me ungrateful. When he was attacked with the strange whim of preferring me to you, I was obliged to submit. As he was then too ill to be opposed" "But you inherit the estate!" 1 repeat ed, with the same melancholy irony. "I inherit it well?' She gazed fixedly at me. "If you were in my place, what would you think?" I exclaimed. "Just what you will think," and she drew a small packet from her pocket and handed it to me, saying, "Forgive the old man and destroy this proof of his delirium." I was too much astonished to speak. My hands trembled. Confusedly I real ized how wrong I had been in blaming her. "What do you mean?' I finally stam mered. "That is the will. I give it to you, and you remain the heir of your unhappy uncle." I was so overcome by her answer that I was obliged to lean against the wall for support so ashamed that I could not look her in the face her whom I had so basely accused. After a few minutes I collected myself and begged in a supplicating voice: "Forgive me! Take back this packet! I would rather die than accept the es tate on sucli conditions." "Ana ir she exclaimed venemenuy and disdainfully. "Do yon think that I will touch it? Do yon think that I would defile myself by stealing?" "I have misunderstood you," I ex claimed. "I have acted like a brute. I am a miserable fool." "It does not matter now. We shall probably never see each other again." She spoke gently in an absent manner. Her beautiful eyes had a faraway look, and now I knew that she was really pure, innocent, stainless. "Ah!" I murmured. "Of what use is the money to met To receive it thus from your hands is the hardest of pun ishments. I will not have it! To receive it from yon who refused me so coldly, from you who despise me with such hu miliating gentleness I I should consider myself disgraced for life!" "What do you say? Disgraced be cause I return to you what belongs to you? Because I refuse to profit by the unreasonable whim of an invalid?" She retreated a few steps, and her ad mirable beauty filled my heart with adoration. "Ah! why would you not accept my love?" I cried. "Why would you let me have no part in your life!" "I was a poor girl, treated with kind ners and trusted. I should have be trayed that kindness and trust in listen ing to you." "Would you have listened to me then if you had been rich?" I exclaimed. She cast down her eyes and remained a minute undecided. Then lifting her long eyelashes she said simply: "I think so!" My excitement increased, words failed me, and I could only stammer: "But now you can" She motioned me to be silent. After a few minutes of deep thonght she said: "Today I think that I have the right to listen to you. My refusal or accept ance depends now only upon my own in clination. I approached and implored her: "Accept my life or refuse it!" "I will not refuse," she answered gen tly. And suddenly smiling sweetly she said, with subtle feminme irony: "I would never have refused it, for if you fell quickly in love with me I, too, wa3 not slow in loving you." I caught Laura's hands and kissed them humbly, but she gently drew them away and begged me to remember the presence of the dead, which, to tell the truth, I had almost forgotten. Thus I captured my inheritance. Ro mance. A BANKRUPT'S CLEVER SCHEME. Startling DcTclopmenta That Enlivened a Dinner to His Creditors. This story is going the rounds at Vienna: Among the prominent citizens of the capital of the Austrian empire is a gentleman called Fritz. He is the pro prietor of a largo factory and is, more over, well known as a jovial, whole souled fellow, who delights to give large dinner parties. Not long since he sent out invitations to all his business friends to partake of his hospitality at a dinner patty. At first, as is frequently the case at a dinner party at which there aro gentle men only, the proceedings were some what tedious. By degrees, however, the guests became more lively under the stimulating influences of the wines Their tongues became loosened by the frequent lubrications, and there was n now of geniality and wit sucn as is found only on press excursions. Good humor prevailed to an almost alarming extent. Everybody present was in a hilarious mood. Just at this crisis Fritz stood up and intimated that he would like to make a few remarks, 'Bravo!" said a fat man with a red face, ponndine on tho table with the handle of his knife. "Now wo will hear something fun ny," remarked another gaest, getting his mouth reauy to laugh. "Speech, speech!" exclaimed several of the guests who had contemplated the wine when it was red. There was a solemnity about the host that almost convulsed the merry gentle men present. "Gentlemen, I see around me all my creditors, and I havo some important information to impart to you." And he paused. The fat man, to whom Fritz was owing 20,000 marks, turned a trifle pale and seemed to be un able to close his mouth, in which he had deposited a morsel of pate de foie gras. Several other creditors looked at each other. "Gentlemen," continued the orator, "you will regret, to hear that I am a bankrupt." Boars of laughter. "That is good. Over the Hills to the Poorhouse,' " sang another. The orator did not join in the laugh ter. With increased solemnity he said: "I wish, gentlemen, for your sakes and for my sake that I were jesting, but x am not. Ul late l nave experi enced severe losses. It is impossible for me to meet my obligations. If, however, you gentlemen are willing to give me six months' time, I can pay off every thing and thus save my honor and my life, for" and here Fritz drew a re volver "I propose to blow out my brains in your presence, " and he placed the deadly weapon to his temple. The horrified guests sprang to their feet. A few of the more courageous en deavored to wrest the revolver from tho desperate man, but they did not suc ceed. Fritz declared that ho wonld not give up tbe revolver until a certain doc ument giving him an extension of six months was signed, and ho suddenly drew the document from his breast pocket. As we havo already intimated, all tho creditors; owing to the wine, wero in a most genial mood, and in a few minutes the document was signed by all tho creditors of KerrTritz. Then the merriment was renewed in earnest, although thero was a hollow ring in the langh of the fat man that told of an aching heart. Fritz put up his revolver, which, so it has been inti mated, was not even loaded. She Was Dyspeptic. One of Portland's dvumrnHn may their tribe decrease was taking a ainner wun mends, and when after pickina over the eood thinra th last course had been reached, and the host ess rather doubtfully offered her guest a piece of mince pie, the visitor said: I don't think I'd better take anv. I can't eat mince pie unless it is very poor." The hostess said, "Perhaps this would suit you," and she finally do cided to try half a niece. This she ate with evident relish, and nassins her plate said, "I think vou mav eiva me the rest of that cie: it inst unite m " The good housekeeper is trying hard to convince herself that she got a compli ment. Portland (Me.) Express. Prlace of Wales Bracelet. It is probably not generally known that the Prince of Wales wears a brace let on his left wrist. On a recent occa sion when he appeared m public the gleam of the golden bangle was noticed by a very few individuals, and among those who noticed it there was an inter change of wondering glances. The wear ing of the bracelet is not, however, fop pishness on the part of his royal high ness, for the bangle has a history. It belonged originally to Maximilian, the ill fated emperor of Mexico, and it is a cherished possession of the prince's. London Tit-Bits. WISHES. I asked a little child oae day, A child intent on Joyous play, "My little one, pray tell to me Your iearest wish; what may It be?" .The little one thonght for awhile. Then answered with a wistful smile, "The thing that I wish most of all Is to be big. Ilka yon, and talL" I asked a maiden sweet and fair. Of dreamy eyes and wavy hair. "What wonld yon wish, pray tell me tree. That kindly fate should bring to yonr With timid mien and downcast eyes And blushes deep and gentle sighs. Her answer came, "All else above, I'd wish some faithful heart to love.' I asked a mother, tried and blest, With babe asleep upon her breast, -"O mothei fond, so proud and fair. What is thy inmost secret prayer?" She raised her calm and peaceful eyes. Madonnalike, up to the skies. "My dearest wish is this," said she, "That God may spare my child to me." Again. I asked a woman old. To whom the world seemed hard and cold,' "Pray tell me. O thou blest la years. What are thy hopes, what are thy fears?" With folded hands and head bent low She answer made, in accents slow. Tor me remains but one request It is that God may give me Test." Emilo Pickhardt in Boston Globe. MATEDI0NIAL. A forlorn figure she was. She was sit ting on her trunk at a landing on the banks of Red river, waiting for the down boat. About her was a group of amused but sympathetic bystanders, and she was telling them her story. "I answered it in good faith," she said. "Here is his advertisement. I cut from a matrimonial agency paper." She took the clipping from her pocket and read it aloud, her black eyes snap-. pmg dangerously: I am a widower, 84 years old. I lire, with my two little girls, upon my cotton plantation. J have 1,000 acres, more or less, my own unin cumbered property, situated on the beautiful Bayou St. Lucas. I have a nice cottage home embowered in vines, with gardens, chickens, cows, harness and saddle horses, flowers, fruit every comfort except a wife. With a view to supplying the deficiency, I ask a correspond ence with some respectable young lady, hoping to persuade her to "Share my cottage, gentle maid. It only waits for thee To add a sweetness to.lts shade And happiness to me." References exchanged. Alexaudxh Gra villi. "I answered that advertisement," said the black eved fori sitting on the zinc covered trunk. "I was a teacher m a small private school in New York. The work was hard the pay was poor. I had a stepmother at home and a houseful of small half brothers and sisters. I wanted to ge away. I I had had a disappointment' the black eyes filled "and I was un happy. I had read 'Jane Eyre and I really thought that man might be anoth er Rochester. We corresponded. He gave the postmaster as reference. wrote to the postmaster, and he answered that Mr. Graville's character and stand ing were all right. He had a good farm, he was honest and paid his debts. "Mr. Graville wanted me to come on and bo married at his home. I drew what money I had saved out of the sav ings bank, sold my watch and came on. My stepmother was glad "to get rid ef me. I cot here yesterday. He had said he would meet me at this landing it would ba a pleasant ride out to his cot tage. I had written a letter just before I left, savins when I would amve. found nobodv to meet me. I asked the way to Mr. Alexander Graville's. No body could tell until an old darky sung out: " 'Dat white 'oman mus mean ole Sandv Gravel. He live back here in the swamp, but he ain't got no ca'age to send for nobody. Got nuthin buter cyan. Hit's here now. His son Ben driv'in to git some pervisions.' " 'Has ho a son? I asked. " 'Got a swarm of 'em,' was the swer. 'All done married but Ben.' "My mind misgave me, but I had, no place to go'to no money, so I hunted up Ben and told him I was going to his fa ther's house. He was a freckled, patched, stupid looking young man. He looked at me with eyes and mouth open in amazement and was so bashful that I re frained from asking questions. I never hinted to Ben that I had come on to be his stepmother. "On we drove, over stumps and roots and gullies through mud and swamps. It seemed to be 20 miles. At last we drew up before a dingy, two roomed house with a shed at the back. A few scraggy peach trees and a neglected grapevine were the only green things in the yard beside tho weeds. A woman was milk ing a scrawny cow in front of the gate. She had her back to us and a snnbonnet on. Two shock headed, barelegged chil dren sat on the fence. They gave the alarm when they saw a stranger in the cart, and a man, who had been squatted in a fence corner holding off the calf got up and came toward us. " 'That's pap,' said Ben. "He looked nearer CO than 35. He was grizzle and snaggle toothed; his neck was red and wrinkled. He came up to the cart. He was agitated and chewed his tobacco wonderfully fast I got up from the flour sack. " 'I am Amelia Jones.' "He turned very red and, told his son to carry the sack of flour into the house, " 'I wasn't expectin you,' he said. 'It's so long since you wrote.' " 'You have deceived me,' I burst out, xou said yon naci a nice nome, em bowered in vines and fruit trees. You said you wero 85. You said you had only two little girls. You said you were rich' " 'No, I didn't, he interrupted. 'I said I had 1,000 acres of land so I have though a big part of it is swamp. Acres don't make folks rich in these parts. This ain't New York. I said I was 35. I didn't say I was a few years over; for I'm spry and young enough for any wo man. I said I had two little girls livin with me said nuthin about the boys. They're all big fellows and married and gone, 'cept Ben. As for the house, ain't that a good house? double pen and a shed to boot! Don't leak unless it rains an and got a first rate chimney. And ain't thero a vine? And what's the matter with them peach trees ain't there fruit? " 'And do ron imacrinn anv vnnncr wo man in her entes would marry you and live Here? L cried. " 'Do I? Well, there's no imatrination about it. There's three women have married me and lived here. Two of 'em's dead and buried, and yonder stands t'other. I couldn't hear from you. Icon eluded vou was Dlavin me a Yankee trick; couldn't wait nohow. So I mar ried Miss Susan Barnes, and if you say sne am t a young woman in her senses. why, she' " 'Why, Til show her that's what I'll do.' said Mrs. Graville No. 3. dmrmintr her milk pail and rolling up her sleeves as she came to the side of the cart. "I begged Ben to drive me back to th river, and here I am waiting to take the first boat. Pve vlaved the fool, and T'm punished. It's crushed all the silly ro mance out of me. How I'm tn passage, I don't know, m offer to do chambermaid s work. "But this Miss Amelia, .Tonus forced to do. 'Ole Sandv Gravill to the front. He Droved o Tv nnt mih a bad lot after alL He rode up presently on a bony mustang and promptly gave the little 'Yanlrea rahmlm money to pay her passage back, with an additional sum to cover the expense of her coming. He had drawn on his cot ton crop. He looked cast down and a&eepish. He explained to his friends in this wise: " 1 was a fool a doggone fool,' but 1 meant it all honest. I put a kind of rose color over things in that advertisement. Itffttbe way yon do in the papers, so that young postmaster said. He put me up to it. He wrote the ad and the letters. I really spected to marry her, but I'd give my promise to Susan in a kinder joky way, and she held me to it I didn't hear from t'other one. Bayou was up and critters all in the plow, and I ain't been to the postoffice in full six weeks. Ym awful sorry to disappint the girl, bnt, Lor' sakes! she never would 'a' suited. Nice lookin a fair daisy but Susan Could jes' gd all around her doin house work, let 'lone takin a hand in the crop. in the press'of choppin out or cotton pickm" Miss Jones did not return to New York at once. She remained in the neighbor hood several weeks, hospitably entertain ed by old Captain Stewart, a war vet eran, and his wife. She very nearly de cided to become the governess of the captain's little granddaughter and cast ker lot with the "big hearted southern ers," as she called us, in spite of her ex periences with the eccentric widower of Bayon St. Lucas. But one day there came to her a letter with a New York postmark. On seeing the handwriting, Amelia turned first pale, then rosy red. It was from the recreant lover, and he asked to be for given and taken back. Womanlike, she was ready to forget her wrongs. She took leave of tho friends she had made under such queer circum stances and returned to her northern home. A month later she wrote to Mrs, Stewart: "Congratulate me, good friends. I am married to Jack and happy as a queen. Tell this, please, to Mr. 'Alexander Gra ville.' He may 3uffer some lingering re morse for disappointing me, and I bear mm not a bit of ill will." Mary E. Bry an in Atlanta Constitution. SUCCESSFUL WOMAN DRUMMERS. Many Ilranches of Trade Represented (by Clear Headed Traveling Saleswomen. "The woman drummer has come to stay, and we men won't be 'in it' in a Bhort time." The above is from the lament of a cer tain traveling salesman, who confided some facts about his business to a report er the other day. He is mournful, it is true, as who would not be when he saw his vocation slipping away from him' But he seems to feel that open confession .is good for the soul and accordingly de- scriDes witu exactness, narrowing to ine souls of other commercial travelers, the full extent of the success of his feminine rivals in trade. "There is a young woman of the name of Lincoln," he says, with dogged resig nation. "She sells imported hats. So do I when I get a chance. But if I expect to do anything on my route lam obliged to keep ahead of her, for when she strikes a town she carries away every order in it. I must confess that these women knights of the grip, as you newspaper folks calls us, do much better than the men in the same lines. They are strong, clear sighted and clear headed women, some of them very pretty and all of them perfect ladies. Some of them do exactly as men do visit a merchant in person and solicit Ins orders. Others engage a sample room in the hotel, and after noti fying the merchants wait and receive them there. There is another class of feminine travelers who aro very swell and cater to individual custom. I know of several from New York who pursue this method entirely. "Probably the best known woman on the road is Miss Virginia Poolo of New York, who sells nothing but perfume, She stays in a town sometimes two or three weeks, and she does a big business. There is Miss Arline Carson, who sells millinery in all tho large cities east of the Mississippi and north of the Ohio. She ells over S1UU.00U wortn or goous a year and gets a big salary. Mrs. K. B, Henry is a well known woman drummer, Her husband formerly traveled for an underwear house of New York. He died and left her with several children to sup port. "She went to the firm and asked for his route. They had never sent a woman out, but they gave it to her, and she made such a success of it that she is now a member of the firm. She goes out ou the road occasionally, and I heard a good story about her not long ago. She was at the Weddell House in Cleveland and had just seven minutes in which to catch her train. She went to her room, put on her traveling dress, paid her bill, ordered her baggage down, called a carriage, was driven to the depot five blocks away and caught her train. There are mighty few men who could have done that!" and the drummer subsided into sorrow ful reflections. "One of the women travelers who de pend on. individual customers is Miss M. A. Wilkms, who travels for a Philadel phia house that deals in children's wear. She carries eight large trunks. She mails a letter to each of her patrons, saying that she will occupy a certain suit in a certain hotel on a certain day. When the time comes, her customers drive up in their carriages and are shown to her room, where, I can tell you, they leavo a lot of orders. Her trade is worth $75,000 a year to her house. I know of one wom an who sells chewing gum, another laces, another buttons, another furs. I have even heard of a woman who sells coffins, rilbetshe sells so many that the undertakers have to make kindling wood of them to get their stock reduced. New York Sun. THE FENCING BELLES OF BOSTON. The Boston girl more graceful grows, Ber blood in healthier heart beats flows, Because the arts of foil she knows. Dressed in becoming fencing clothes. Her broadsword ready for her foes. With the new exercise she glows. Far from the envious eyes of beaux, A mask upon her pretty nose. She-brashes like a sweet June rose. Boston Transcript. THAT PICTURE. Spoiled It All. A farmer went to hear John Wesley preach. Wesley said he would take up three topics of thought He was talking chiefly about money. His first was, "Get all you can. The farmer nudged a neighbor and said: "This is strange preaching. I never heard the like be fore. This is very good." Then Wesley discoursed on "Industry," "Activity," 'Livintr to Purpose," and reached his second division, "Save all you can. The farmer became more excited. ' 'Was there ever anvthin&r like this?' he said. Wesley denounced thriftlessness and waste, and he satirized the willful wick edness which lavishes in luxury, and the farmer rubbed bis hands, and he thought, 'All this I have been taught from my youth up," and what with getting, and what with hoarding, it seemed to him that "salvation" had come to his house. But Wesley advanced to his third head. which was, "Give all you can. "Ah, dear I ah, dear," said the farmer, "he has gone and spoiled it alL" Ram's Horn. THREE. Three comrades walked with ms when lire was new. And one was Youth, whose brow from care was trtmi The second one was Joy, who danced and suns; Tbe other, Hope. These left me company Until a day when Youth "farewell" did say And left me at a tnrni&g of the way. Fair Hope walks with me still, but keeps her eyes Lifted to where the hills of heaven shine. And Jov (whose other name is Peace), remains ) Though in her faco I seo a light divine, I But well I know, when past cartu a iou oca , pain, I Sweet Youth, once lost, will then be mine ; v-jbt During five or six years Marcel had worked at that famous painting which be affirmed should represent tbo cross ing of tho Red sea, and for five or six fears this masterpiece of color had been obstinately refused by tho jury at the annual salon. So, from force of habit in going and coming so often from the studio to the musee and from the musee to the studio, the picture knew the road so well that, if one had set it on wheels, it would have been able to go all alone to the Louvre. Marcel, who had ten times repainted and rearranged this canvas from top to bottom, attributed to a personal hostil ity of tho members of the jury against himself the ostracism which rejected it annually from the Square salon, and in his idlo moments ho bad com posed in honor of the Cerberuses of the institute a littlo dictionary of curses with some illustrations of a savage fe rocity. This collection, which had be come celebrated, had obtained in the studios and at tbe School of the Fine Arts the popular success which is at tached to tho immortal complaint of Jean Belin, painter in ordinary to the grand sultan of Turkey. All tho daub ers of Paris had a copy of it in their memory. For a long time Marcel was not dis couraged by tho determined rejections which he received at each annual ex hibition. He was comfortably settled in the opinion that his picture was, m its least proportions, tho long soaght for pendant to the "Marriage Feast at Cana, " that gigantic masterpiece whose "brilliant splendor the dust of three cen turies has not been able to tarnish, bo, every year at the epoch of the salon, Marcel sent his picture to bo examined by the jury. Only in order to throw the examiners off the scant and to try to ballle them in their preconceived de termination to exclude it, which preju dice they seemed to have against the 'Crossing of the Red Sea" without changing anything in the general com position of tho painting, he modified certain details and changed the title of his picture. Thus, one year it came before the jury under the name of "Tho Crossing of tho Rubicon." But Pha raoh, badly disguised under Caesar's mantle, was instantly recognized and re jected with all the honors due him The followintr year Marcel threw upon tbe foreground of his canvas a lay er of white paint to represent snow. planted a tree in one corner, and dress ing up an Egyptian in the uniform of tho imperial guard of France he bap tized his picture "The Crossing of tho Beresina." The jury, which had rub bed up its spectacles that day upon the tails of its green palmed coats on official occasions tho members of the institute wear dress coats having green palms embroidered on the lapels and collars was not duped by this new ruse, it recognized perfectly tho obsti nate canvas, especially by a big devil of a many colored horse that pranced about on top of a wave of the Red sea The dressing of this hoiso served Mar eel for all his experiments in coloring, and in his everyday speech ho called it 'a synoptical tableau of fine tones," be cause it reproduced all tho most varied combinations of color with their plays of light and shade. But onco more. unmoved by tnis nne detail, tbe lury had not black balls enough to fully ex press their feelings in rejecting "The Crossing of the Beresina " Very well, " said Marcel, "I'll wait! Next year I shall send it again under tho title of the 'Passage des Panora mas. " A few days later, and when Macrel had already forgotten terrible threats of vengeance ho had uttered against his persecutors, ho received a visit from Father Medicis. Thus tho bohennans had nicknamed a Jew named Solomon, who at that epoch was well known to all members of artistic and literary Bo hemia, with whom ho was in perpetual relations. Pero Medicis did business in all sorts of bric-a-brac. Ho sold com plete sets of furniture at from 12 francs up to 8,000. He bought everything and knew how to sell it again at a pront The exchange bank of M. Proudhon was a very little affair compared to the system applied by JVIedicis, who pos sessed the genius of traffic to a degree never before attained by even tho most able of his fellow believers. His shop. which wa3 situated in the Place dn Carrousel, was a fairyland where one found everything to bo desired. All tho products of nature, all the creations of art, all that comes forth from the bowels of tho earth and ol genins, Med icis made of it an object of negotiation. His business touched everything, ab solutely everything that exists; he dealt even in tbe ideal. Medicis bought ideas in order to exploit them himself or to 6ell them again. Known to all tho litterateurs and all tho artists, an intimato of tho palette and a familiar friend of the writing desk, he was tho Asmodeus of tho art. He would sell you some cigars for tho plot of a novel, some slippers tor a sonner, some iresn fish for paradoxes; he chatted "by tho hour" with writers whoso business it was to relate in tho newspapers the Ecandal of society ; he would procure you places in the galleries of tho house of parliament and invitations to private soirees ; he lodged by the night, the week or the month the wandering daub ers who paid him in copies of tho works nf Flavius Josephus. On entering tho home of the bohe- tuians. with tnat intelligent air wnicn distinguished him, the Jew divined that he had arrived at a propitious mo ment. In fact, the fonr friends found t'lemselves at that moment met in coun cil and under the presidency of a fero cious appetite they were discussing tho grave question of bread and meat. It was on a Sunday, and the end of tho month! Fatal day and sinister date! The entrance of Medicis was therefore greeted with a joyous chorus, for they knew that tho Jew was too miserly of his timo to spend it in visits of mere politeness. Therefore his presence al ways announced an affair of business. "M. Marcel," said Medicis. "I have come here solely to make your fortune. That is to say, I've come to offer you a superb chanco to enter the artistic world. Art. as you well know, M. Marcel, is an arid road of which glory is tbe oasis." "Pero Medicis," said Marcel, on the yon an entrance "into that gallery of art. In a word, I have come to buy yonr 'Crossing of the Red Sea.' ' "Cash?" said Marcel. "Cash," responded the Jew. making the orchestra in his breeches pocket play a lively tune. "Go on, Medicis," said Marcel, dis playing his painting. "I wish to leave to yourself the honor of fixing the price of this work, which is beyond all price." The Jew placed on the table GO crowns in beautiful new silver pieces. "Go on," said Marcel; "that is only the advance guard." "M. Marcel," said Medicis, "you well know I shall add nothing. Reflect! Fifty crowns. That makes 150 trancs. That's a sum, that is!" "A feeble sum," replied the artist. "Why, know that my first word is al ways my last, merely in tho robe of my Pharaoh there are 50 crowns' worth of cobalt. Pay me at least the material. Equalize those piles, round up tho fig ures, and I will call you Leo X." "Here's my last word," said the Jew. "I'll not add a sou more, but 1 offer a dinner to all of you, various wines at your own discretion, and at the dessert I'll pay in gold." "Does any gentleman wish to make any further bid?" yelled Colline, rap ping three times with his fist on the table. "Going, going, gone!" 'Agreed," said Marcel. "I will send for tho picture tomor row," said the Jew. "Now let us start, gentlemen; the table is laid." The four friends descended the stairs, singing the chorus from "Les Hugue nots," "A table, a table!" Eight days after that feast Marcel learned in what gallery his picture bad taken its place. While walking through the Faubourg Saint Honoro he stopped in the midst of a group that was gaz ing with curiosity at tho hanging of a sign over a shop. That sign was none other than Marcel's famous picture, sold by Medicis to a dealer in provi sions. Only, the "Crossing of the Red Sea" had onco inoro suffered a modifi cation and bore a new title. Some one had added to it a steamboat and had called it, "At the Port of Marseilles." A flattering ovation arose among the loungers when they discovered the painting. So Marcel turned away, de lighted by this triumph, and murmur ed, "The voicoof tho people is tho voice of God!" Boston Transcript IS ESSEN1 TO HEALTH.? Youcasaet hopetobeweH it your BLOOD IS IMPURE.! Onod Blood bjjbbibI If you are troubled wi: BOILS, ULCERS or PIMPLES, SORES :nnr hlood had. A few hoiiles of S. S. S-Wl thoroughly cleanse the system, remove all impurities and build you up. All manner of b ftuhes ate CLEARED AWAY 'its use. It is the best blood remedy on earth Lhousands who hate used it say so. . ' My blood was oaaiy poisoned last year.waiui o rac 5S 3 5 rwhnl v.fm nut nf arrier tivae(ianfi IconSUAtS Eof juffena y no appetite, no enjoyment of life. Two bottlesy Brougnt me nznt occ i acre uiokd remedy for Moot! diseases. injiv riAViv. rhiYttm. 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'Well, 1 know a poor widdy woman that wants a lawyer, and if you will givo mo your address i n ten ner. The 'poor widdy' proved to be the chief heir to a largo estate in Delaware coun ty. JSly uncle becamo her attorney and trustee of her children, recovered her interest in the estate and derived a good income from its management for many years. fnuadeipnia Kecord. Roaming Chinese Tribes. In the plains on the western borders of tho Chines empire, in the very heart of Asia, there live roaming tribes who seldom visit towns, escept it may bo in the way of trade. They dwell in tents which they pitch wherever they may happen for tho moment to be wan dering or working. The tent used by some of tho roving Mongolian folk is made of felt and is usually low, small and pointed toward tho top. Tne wood en door framo is no higher than half a window frame in onr houps, but tho tent, although not equal to tbe wants of a large family, is snug and comfortable enough in summer, but cold in winter. 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Ho has been making money in it for years and has had a eharo in filling ont tho schedules of a great many bankrupts who have taken advantage of his sagacity in sup plying them with collateral. New York Lettei. Good Reading -FOR 1.30. The Tribune and WodW i! Me ean Hott to rrotect Yourself. If yon get into a quarrel with a man and eeo that j'ou can't get out ot it with out a light right then and there, forget that ho has a head, pick out tho second button of his vest and smash him on it as hard as yon can. In 90 cases out of 100 you'll win the battle without an other lick. Thero is no foul about a stomach blow; it's only when you got below tho belt that yon aro open tc criticism. Of course you aro liable to hurt a man by hitting him in tho stom ach, but that's what you are thero for. Most people who get into a sndden row 1 am speaking of conrso of tho3e who havo never bcentanght how to take care of themselves go at each other hand over hand like a sailor climbing up the rigging, and they invariably try for each other's head. As I said before, for get your antagonist has a head if you aro forced into a light. Just take aim at tho place where yon think his chest pro tector stops and let drive at it. There is not ono man in iu.uuu can stand a crack there. It takes months of train- ; to make a man's stomach hard enough to receivo even a medium blow there. Then, if j'ou want to spoil his beauty and leavo your visiting card with him intheshapo of a black eye, you can do it at your leisure, for the fellow who is hit in tho bread basket forgets all about his body above that, for the time being anyhow. Washington Post. Not Easy to Interview. H. N. Higinbothara of World's fair famo is one of the most genial of Chi-. cago'a big men and ono of its easist to approach. But that does not mean that Mr. Higinbotbam is an easy man to in terview. Quite tho reverse. Lxcopt on matters to which his opinion is perti nent ho will not talk for publication. For instance, if he is asked for an inter view on the tariff he will lead the con versation away from that topic and de- ecribo volubly the condition of tho Mo hammedans in Palestine as ho saw it when last visiting the Holy Land. The result is that the interviewer spends half an hour or so in delightful conver- Both one year 1.30. This ought to prove sat isfactory to even the fellow wants the earth for v. nickel'. Come in and et double value for your money. 77 DR. HUMPHREYS' New Specific No. SeYenty-Seien FOR THE CURE OF "With all its symptoms of Influenza. Catarrh, Pains and Soreness in the Head and Chest, Cough, Sore Throat and general Prostration and Fever. 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