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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (July 2, 1898)
7Jjfc--J- & 3 .- 1 "I I 4 i i f k V- Jc'- 5, S ,f?fr,' r-Zti -zttftlf-rK ar-XW" ' ' THE COURIER. FTZ.&mi& WW GOODS GO. 1028-1020 O St. Iinooln, Nebr. tSHi A SENSATIONAL SILK SALE Commencing' Tuesday morning- at 8 o'clock. This sale will be a boon to economical people, for on every pur chase made here money will be saved. We do not carry goods that no one wants to buy. Come to the store t and see how well we back up our advertisements. mil 19o et yard. SirKS. SJXyKS. 19o a yard. Never before has there been such a reduction on good silk. In this sale we offer no old goods. Every yard having been purchased this season At the regular price the' are as cheap, as any house in the United States sells the same quality of material for. The" price we have made on this lot is without doubt the lowest ever made on good desirable styles. The entire lot of 1,000 yards is on x jibition in our large east window. We will sell it in waist patterns only and but one pattern to a customer. These are all $1.00, 75c and 50c silks Remember only 19c a yard. Besides this lot a reduction has been made on every yard of black and colored silk in the house. Some have been reduced as much as 33 1-3 per cent, others at 25 per cent, and still others at 20 per cent. If you want a Ml silk dress, skirt or waist, 3'ou can now buy one at an extremely low price at our great silk sale. M ilwwwllB Fitzgerald Dry Goods 60 ivr-at trt&mmmmki&mim io23-o29 - -- - . - myrwirttWQwttio'wiy r e. x. wybincoln. Neb i&&3m&&&m&J&&'&M.&M llilliliiM iiliiiiili Promptly IMllocl I .m&temimi'A&M&J$&m mw&?:msm&m8msmmsvT&vmrvmvmv ,rmr' is.' irSJi IS'&XSTiXSl i DDS AND ENDS. Argenteuil ia not known in the travel ler's category, and, indeed, T am ;unable to offer it as an oasis to that much-to-be-pitied mortal who has been everywhere and seen everything. -.There is no lost academy of Michael Angelo or Raphael that has been secluded here; no old chateau with "ivy-clad'- walls; ro broken fragments of a Roman fortress; and not even the ashes (so far as is known) of some of those very old time warriors, although across the river we see the spot There Charlemagne was first crowned. Argenteuil is but a prosaic town le lieved by its red-tiled roofs and the Seine, which adds peace and yes, pros perity to the landscape. There are even a few of what foreign countries consider as monstrosities wooden houses. Possibly you would like to be bounded by Baedeker, at least, on the north, if not on the east and we3t. It gives one such a substantial feeling to quote this very correct individual: "Argenteuil is thirteen and a half miles from Paris, has a population of 1200 and is justly celebrated for its asparagus. "Voila" its epitaph in the sojourner's Bible. Yet in spite of all thisplain.depreesing information this little town can safely say, "Search me and you shall not be disappointed." It was the abode of the Mirabeau fam ily. J cannot help admiring soil that has produced an offspring with such a magnificent intellect as the Mirabeau of the Revolution, a man who has not yet had his full share in the world.s distri bution of glory. An inscription on the outside wall of the church makes known the resting place of Mirabeau and his mother. How gladly would I have placed one of those hideous, un gainly immortelles against this slab had I thought that it would have brought peace to bis ashes! Here, too, is the old convent of He loise. After those dismal years of love and then of scandal ehe came hero to start her ill fated convent. There are still remnants of an underground pas sage between what was Abelarde's abode and the convent. The disap pointed lover, with poetic juntice, may fitly promenade here and sigh over the mighty "Might Have Been." I must not forget, however, that Ar genteuil is well known to the Catholic world. In ite church is preserved "Le Saint Tunique," the supposed seamless robe of our Saviour, presented to it by Charlemagne. Since its whereabouts have been known and the ciergy have declared its authenticity thousands of pilgrimages have been made for a single glance at the holy garment. One father, who was shepherd of the flock, during Argenteuil's great pilgrim era (which was not long ago) sold a great quantity of sourenire, such as pictures, even man ufactured shreds and I know not what precious remembrances of the Tunique, until he amassed a great fortune to the scandal of the church. I met the postmaster who was very fond of relics no matter what their de nomination might be. One day, after he had shown me his wine cellar and his ardor was somewhat dampened by my lack of appreciation of a wonderful bottle of wine that was older than thu great Revolution, Madame said: "Let us show Mademoiselle our clois ters." With a Xansenian thrill at the thought of discovery I clasped Madame's hand and descended into darkness. I was first presented to a most luxurious bed of mushrooms. "Eh bien nest-ce que vovs y-pensez, Mademoiselle?" "It- merveilleux I assure you, Mon sieur.'' Our feeble candle power soon brought out dimly a vaulted root supported by sturdy columns. My breath came quicker for was not a "Great Unknown" now before us? On we went around a ncble curve in the massive wall and then we were face to, face with nothing but Mother Earth. What was beyond? Had these people no curiosity? ''Ob, Monsieur, what a shame that we can't go any further," I exclaimed. "Mais out, out, oui, Mademoiselle.' 1 stumbled against something a rus ty spoon or two and a queer old shovel. And there in the corner, by Monsieur, a rude bed hollowed out in the rock. 'It is here, Mademoiselle," said Mon sieur, "that the postmaster of 1871 tcok refuge from the Prussians. Dame but they made lively work of Argenteuil. Let us go, do let us go! Uuh! this darkness, this dampness is terrible!" Filled with the mystery of the place I was loath to leave, notwithstanding Monsieur's melancholy expression. Were there any old parchments hidden away beneath these walls? What order lived here?JWore those searchers of salvation black robes, white or gray? The can dles flickered a moment and then the darkness grew. Once those cloisters looked out on to a court opened to the sky and only the moon and the stars were curious enough to peer down at the vigils of the monks who dwelt there. How often had some poor mor tal paced to and fro, lacerated in soul and body, seeking some new contrivance of torture in order to make sure the peace of his life hereafter? 1 caressed a web-wound pillar in hope that it might take pity and include me in its secrete, but no, stone is as unresponsive as mar ble. "Madame," I said, "I'm coming some day, tomorrow, with a pick and shovel and go to work." "I'll go with you. Often Lcome down here with a small spade and prowl around." "Tient. tient, tient, e'est amusanlicaj' murmured Monsieur. I left Argenteuil soon after, but if I ever return I mean to present myself at Madame's door with the afore named in struments. These memories already seem far away and fanciful but, nevertheless, they are adorned with the spirit of truth. Helek Harwood. Legal Item. "What Is a vested Interest?" asked one of the lawyers who was examining a candidate for admission to the bar. "Well er I suppose you have vested Interest when you are compelled to pawn your vest." replied the candW date, who was somewhat Impecunious." Aunty So 70m took voar fret daae Ing lesson to-day? Did you find It dif ficult? Wee Nephew No'm, it'a easy 'nouga. All you have to do is to keep tarniaf 'round and wiping your feet. ,:-A"4