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— MILE SELECTING tj YOtfk RESENTS -CALL AT THE- Sty Shoe Store. We offer a full line of Ladies’ and Gents’ 1ILET SLIPPERS ! | in Plush, Alligator and Ouze. A full line of good and re liable tots, Poes, Sltoes; For the Ladies, Gents, Misses and Children. All selected specially for the oc casion. A full line of Leather Bags, Trunks, Umbrellas, etc., etc., •at popular prices. Mel's City SIiii Store. SIGN GOLD BOOT. Elwightsco. PAST PRESENT ANO FUTURE. isgton Street, Alb&nr. 6a. jys. 'i* The prwent 1m only a moment lone, The irwent cau never laett The |»hh la Kinking in ehmlnw deep. The fit tire before iih cant. The name iu* it la tin u ritllmtul train. The trank eacli aide ia long; While th« preaeut ia only a cloud of duat That rlaea. and then la gone. Some aland on tho platform of life’* caboose And always ure looking back. Asjf they had any possible use .•ceding track. For the fast rue These ure the ftKaillxed, tuoaaback cranks We conKtantly hear mid see, Who dwell on the greatness of bygone days And the glory that u»d to he. The pushing and hustling citizen ride* On the cowcatcher's front iustcad; Cares nothing nlwul lb? reeling past, But gages *Why 6ut ahead. The past with all of its joys and woe* He's willing lo 'most forget; C'area not what ho was or might have been, But Just what he may lie yet. The past has memories, sweet and sad. Whore serious thoughts may grow; But they're only tho graves of the pleasures had Or tho tears wept loug ago. And the one true way to succeed in life Each toiler will surely And, 1* to keep his eyes on the coming days j Aud seldom to look behind. We wouldn't speak lightly of who are gone. , Of tho dead, who wore good and truey But hopes ure gathering, now aud here And therc'K plenty of work to do. / Tho present Is only a moment long. The future before us cast; So let us lulror for what’s ahead, Nor try to recall the |iusl -J. B. Hailey. FIRST LOVE./ The Barnes Sale and Livery Stables, Im. Godwin & Son PROPRIETORS. H is new buggies and the best ot horses, and will furnish you a turn out at very reasonable prices. Ac- f pmmodations for drovers unex- elled. These stables are close to : Hotel Mayo, on Pine street, being centrally located, and the best place in town to put up your team. ' ^Call on us for your Sunday turn- ; OUtS. ft I WM. GODWIN & SON. How old could I have beep at that time! I am quite nurd 1 was oVly about twelve or thirteen years fill. Or I might have lieun fourteen Surely, I was old enough to fall (jtapwatoy in love. If 1 cannot recollect whin, 1 can at leust remember how the lender pis- sion commenced. As km hi as ray aunt would leave the 1io»ko to repur to church for her evening devotiow, I was very fond of stealing into ler room and ransacking her bureau drawers, which she nlivays kept in admirable order. These drawers were like a museum to me, for I al ways found some rare, quaint object there, and a subtile eastern perfume emanated from them. There were satin pincushionB, discolored by age; lace mitts, folded away in tissue pa per; small pictures of saints; sewing materials; a reticule of blue velvet, embroidered with beads, and a silver and amber rosary. All of these things and more were to be found in the different nooks and corners. I would examine them curiously and afterward put them bock in their places. But one day—how well I remem ber it I just as plainly ns though it wore today—1 saw a gilt object gleaming in the midst of some old lace collars, i involuntarily thrust in my hands for it (rumpling the laces) and drew out a miniuture painted on ivory, about three inches long and inclosed in a gold case. I was perfectly enraptured as I gazed upon it. A ray of sunlight flickered through the window pane, lighting up this charming likeness, which seemed as though longing to leave its dark prison house and come toward me. It was the picture of a most beautiful creature, such as 1 had uover beheld before, excepting in my youthful dreams. The fair lady might be about twenty years old. Sho was not a young maiden, not a tender bud just about to open, but a woman in the full radiancy of her beauty. Her face was oval, but not very long, her lips were full and parted in a smile, while her eyes drooped languidly, and she hail a dimple in her chin, which seemed imprinted there by Cupid’s playful touch. - Her hair was dressed in a singular and graceful style. It was gathered in a knot, while a pyramid of puffs surmounted her temples, and there was a basket of braids on top of her head. This old fashioned coiffure, ending at the nape of her neck, re vealed all of its rounded lines, and also another dimple, still more shy and soft than the one in her chin. As for her dress, it was of some light, gauzy material. A necklace of pearls rested upon her snowy bosom and upon the smooth surface of her low cut bodice. Her onus, which were worthy of Juno, were fully bared, Tlieir taper extremities were lit models for a sculptor. But I am not exact in say ing “extremities,” for only one of her hands was visible. It held* a rare lace handkerchief. As I think now of my feelings at that time I am amazed at the strik ing effect which the contemplation of that miniature produced upon me. Indeed I was so earned away by my feelings that I held my breath, while I fairly devoured the picture with my eyes. I had seen portraits of beautiful women in the illustrated papers, in the shop windows, and also in tho mythological pictures in my father’s dining room. A beautiful curve, a harmonious and elegant outline, would always captivate my gaze, which was prematurely artistic; but the portrait which I had found in my aunt’s drawer, aside from its great beauty, seemed to be animated oy a suDtie vitality, une coma tee that it.was uot an artist’s ideal, tut the likeness of a real person of flash and blood. The luxuriant ton* of coloring seemed to reveal, under the pearly flesh tints, the rich, mantling blood, while tjjie Ups appeared >ager to display the pearly teeth. Tceom- plete the illusion there was a bek of real, silky, chestnut hair 1 around tho frame—hair whii once undoubtedly surmount) snowy brow. As I have said before, thekirtrait seemed more like flesh au( blood, from which only a glass rise sepa rate! me, than a copy of die origi nal. I touched it with my; hand; I warmed it with my breath It even appeared to me that the ynnnth of that mysterious divinity communi cated itself to my lips audcirculated through my viens. I was engaged in thiH occupation one Sunday when I heard foots, ps iu tho hall. Tlioy were those of tty aunt, returning from her devotiuss. I heard her usthmutic cough and her slow, gouty footsteps. I lind bare y time to replace the picture in its cui), close it and station myself at te .window before my aunt entered. 1 assumed an easy and indifferent t- titudo. As she came iu she blew 1 sr nose vigorously, for the church hid been chilly und she had Hdded a slight cold to her chronic catarrh. When she suw me her little txl rimmed eyes twinkled merrily. Kiid- ly patting me*on the head with ljer withered bund, she inquired whether I had been upsetting her boxes ns usual while she had been gone. Smil ing roguishly, she added: “Wait, wait! I am going to give you something to make you smoclc your lips." So saying, she brought out from the depths of hor pookets two or three flutteued gumdrops, stuck to gether iu such a manner us to be anything but inviting. My aunt’s appearance wus not appetizing enough to cuuse one to open his mouth and devour such sweets. Her great ago; her ugly teeth; her bleary eyes; her sunken mouth; the int the whole afternoon in now, though she is and has three children, she has >t forgiven me. A die time which I found to look at 13 miniature seemed far too shot I resolved to keep it in my pocHt. Thus all day long I went omul, hiding myself from people as thou 11 had committed a theft. 1 fancil that the picture, shut up in its cc 3, could see all pf my move- ‘ If I felt like scratching my ■ hod to tie up my stocking or ling with the ng not in keep] ite delicacy of my i5eal love I take out the miniature first, t it in a safe place and would ’eel free to do whatever 1 want Kept tracK or time—Dut anyway, no body can take those years away from me.” My head fell forward on my breast and I fainted again. My father took me up in his arms, put me in my bed and afterward made me take several spoonfuls of port wine. I soon became convalescent, but my passion for the portrait hod dis appeared. I never cured to enter my aunt's room again.—Translated from (he Spanish of Emilia Pardo for Ro mance by Mary Springer. parting of her hair, which was three It ‘ - nehesbroad; the scanty gray locks fluttering uround her temples; hor neck, us flabby and red as an excited rooster's crest—faugh I Of course 1 could not manage to swallow the gumdrops. A feeling of indignation, of manly protest, caused me to say energetic ally: “I don't want them 1 I don't want them, I toll you !" “You don't want them) How sin gular!—you who are as fond of good things an a pussy cat.” “I am not a child I" 1 cried, swell ing with pride aud stretching myself on tiptoo: “1 don’t want candy I” My aunt looked at lue with un ex pression halt' ironical aud half kind ly. Finally, yielding to the feeling of merriment which ( caused her, she lost ull restraint and burst out laughing, thereby revealing tiie cav ernous depths of her mouth. From that moment onward I could not get tiu> miniature out of thoughts. Whenever my aunt went (sit I would skip up into her room, open the (Oise, take out the picture aud be orjmo absorbed in looking nt it. After 1 had gazed long upon it it was easy to fancy that the drooping eyes of my idol, glanciug through their thick shadoof lashes, fixed themselves on mine aud that tier bosom heaved with quickened feeling. 1 was ovpn ashamed to kiss hor, fearing that my audacity might displease her, so only pressed her to my heart -or placed my cheek close to hers. All of my thoughts and acts boro some relation to the fair damo hidden in the golden case. I often felt singular scruples in re gard to her, and before I wtrald en ter my aunt's room to look at the coveted miniature I would dress my self in my very best, as I observed that young men did when they went to see their sweethearts. I often met boys of my age who had sweet hearts and would eagerly display their love letters, pictures and tokens to me, asking me at the same why I did not find some one liko them with whom I might correspond. An in explicable feeling of delicacy tied my tongue, but when they asked my opinion about their Indy loves would shrug my shoulders and char acterize them as ugly frights. Ono day I went to seo some cousins of mine who were very pretty little girls. The eldest was not yet fifteen. We were looking at a stereoscope, when suddenly tho youngest girl, about twelvo years old, slyly seized hold of my hand. Turning as red as a peony, sho whispered in my ear, “Take this." At the same time I felt somethin)* soft and cool in my hand, and saw (bat 'it was a rosebud with green leaves. The little maid went off run ning, but looking back at me out pf the comer of her eye. With a coy movement, equal to the chaste Jo seph’s, X cried in turn, “Take this 1” at the same time throwing the rose bud in her face. In consequence of this slight she would not look at me let, after 1 laid Btolen it I was myself with joy. I would under my pillow at night and W(/ul l go to sleep ready to defend it. I yo Id turn the picture to the wall, would myself face outward, aVaUoning numberless times during tile night with a wild fear in my h art that somebody might snatch ny treasure from me. At last I I took it out from under my pillow alid slipped it in my breast, and on tie following day the imprints of the unhoused frame could still be seen dii my flesh. I The contact of that cherished min- J iture produced the most delightful reams. The fair dame, uot hbr ef figy, but her own dear self, would come toward me to carry mo off in a ckariot to her palace. With a sweet, cramnunding uir sho would bid mo sif ou a cushion ot her feet, and would paBS her fair hand caressingly over my brow and my tumbled hair. I v ould read to her in a large missal, or vould play on the harp, while slio wc aid deign to smile and thank me for tho pleasure my reading and Bing ing afforded her. In fact these ro mantic, ideas completely filled my , mid I was ready to personate either a page or a troubadour for the sakd of my Moved. Witli theworkingofmydlsordered fancy 1 grew thin. My father and my aunt observed my emaciation with great anxiety. "At this critical and dangerous stage of development everything is alarming,” said my father, who would read medical works, and then anxiously study the dark circles un der toy eyes, my pallid lips and. above all; toy total lank of appetite. “Go and play, my boy,” he would say to mi, while I would answer de jectedly, “I don’t feel like it." They Vegan to invent amusements for me ihd offered to take me to the Ml The Amethyst Among the Roman* The amethyst, so called from the Greek amethustos, meaning "not drunk,” was a favorite stone among the Roman ladies. Its principal vir tue was to draw away the vapors of inebriety from tho brain. It also drove away evil thoughts and at tracted to its possessor the favors of princes. —Paris Figaro. Nhlloh’a Onnaipilm l ure. This is beyond question the most successful cough medicine we have ever sold. A few doses invariably oure the worst oases of cough, oroup and bronchitis, while its wonderful suooesB In tho oure of consumption is without a parallel in the history of medicine. Since Its first dlsoovcry It lias been sold on a guarantee—a test which no other medicine can stand, If you have a cough ,we earnestly ask you to try it. Price 10c, BOc nnd $1. If your lungs are sore, olicst or back lame, use Shiloh’s Porous Plasters. Sold by H. J. Lamar & Sons. (1) Of one of our $25.00 Oak bed-room suits. You’ll get more satisfaction out of it in a minute than you get out of any other suit you know of or we know o fin a month. About such a purchase as this there can’t be any questionable or doubtful feature. You are in a strange frame of mind if you don’t want your money’s worth ; you are of a still stranger turn of mind if you don't immediately confess that, your bed-room is as complete with it as it was formerly incomplete without it. If you want to be suited in a suit, this is the suit to do it. Huilil'i lllrthpl.ee. The house in which Handel waa bom at Halle, on the 88d of January, 108S, is to be sold, and seems likely to be bought by a brewer, who already usos the grounds as a garden. Tho great com poser's admirers desire, however, to havo the house converted into a Handel museum, as has been done with the birthplaces of Goethe, Beethoven and other famous men, and are collecting funds for the purpose.—London Stand ard. Truly • “Circular 8lngura«t»no«." A calf belonging to a Mr. Houchen, near Seymour, became strangely sick the other day, and in a short time began to whirl around and around, 08 a pnp after its tail, and within two hours wae dead. It whirled for two solid hours, never stopping to draw breath or grease the axle.—Cor. Indianapolis Journal. theater.! They mnde me lay aside my etudes and gave me foamy milk to drink freeh from the cow. Then they drmched me In cold shower baths tots trough ten my nerves, and I noticed that whenever 1 went to my father's room to bid him good morning, he would look at me fixedly, while h« would feel me ell over to see whether my muscles were strong. I would lower my eyes, determined to die rather than coPfess what ailed me. As soon as I could free myself from my family’s watchful care I would hasten off alone again with my be- A Cut Thut tokca Chlckcnc. A citizen of Portland, Ind., claims to be the owner of a large Tom cat who long ago developed a wen; love for the companionship of the poultry tribe. It eats everything they do, even to shelled corn, and when night comes perches itself on the roost alongside of a rooster ns contented if it were with thoso of its own kind.—Philadelphia Ledger. There Is No Place Like Hole. A Maun Tiling to Do. In going through a tunnel it is mean for a passenger to kiss the book of his hand with a loud, re sounding smock. When daylight is reached it causes the other passen gers to eye each other with painful earnestness and dire suspicion. -Ion- don Tit-Bits. SniLon’s Catabbh Rkmkdy, a mar velous oure for catarrh, diphtheria, canker mouth, and he&daohe. With- m - c each bottle there is an ingenious nasal loved!" At iastTinOTder'to get* near-1 injector for the more successful treat- This is more particularly the case if among the attractions of your home is one cf our Reclining Chairs. Nothing is too good for the place you live in; if you want the best anywhere, you want it there. There’s nothing homely about these Recliuing Chairs, but homely is the home that hasn’t got them. They would be cheap at a good deal more than we are asking for them; they couldn’t be any cheaper without sending somebody into involuntary bankruptcy, and that somebody wouldn't be the buyer. Are you a buyer? If not, you never had ’a better time for becoming one. er to her, I took off tho cold gloss which covered the ivory. I hesi tated as I was about to do so, but love .was stronger than the vogue fear that the desecration caused me. Whilo J pressed my Ups to tho painting,' and perceived the soft fragrance of the lock of hair, I fancied, even still more than before, that it was a living person over whom my trembling hands passed. I felt giddy. Overcome by my feel ings I sank on the sofa insensible, pressing the miniature to my heart. When I came to myself I saw my father, mother and aunt all anxious ly leaning over me. Amazement and fright wore depicted on their faces. My father felt my pulse and shook his head while ho murmured, “His pulse beats very feebly and seems about to stop.” My aunt, with her hooked fingers, was trying to get the picture away from me, whilo I mechanically en deavored to hide and keep it from her. “But, my lad, let go of it,” she ex claimed “Don’t you see that you are spoiling it? I shall have to scold you. Be a good boy and I’ll show it to you as’many times as you want to see it, but don’t spoil it I Let goof it, I say, for you are injuring it.” “Let. him have it, "said my mother. “The jioor child is sick.” "Well, that’s cool,” replied the good old maid. “Let him havo it. And who will paint anothor one like it, pray? Who will ever behold me again ns I used to be then? Nobody paints miniatures nowadays. That is all ended, and I am ended, too, for I am no longer what I used to bo.” My eyes were starting from their sockets in amazement. My hands let fall the miniature. I hardly know howl managed tostammer: “Yours? Is tho miniature yours?" “Don’t I look as handsome as that to you, mjr boy? Ah, fifty years makes a vast difference in one’s looks —though' I -don’t remember exactly how long ago it was—for I have not extra oliari J, I,lunar rge. & Hi nplal Price BCo. ions. Sold by H, (8) Floods Help Fishermen. The recent high water at Marion, O. and vicinity has afforded the fish in the bigger streams a good opportunity to ascend the smaller, and they are found in abundance, and with little effort enn be caught with hook or hand. CatflBh of all sizes are found almost as nnmer- oas ae the English sparrow and are caught with ease; also carp weighing five and six pounds are found in the Whetstone river in that county. Along the smaller streams and in ditches bas ketfuls of various kinds are reported to have been caught. Too llflftvy to Go Down. A corespondent sends the following tough story from Lancaster, which wo don’t believe: “Soveral days ago Waltor C. Hardy noticed that a lot of tenponny nails he had in a shed were disappear ing, and lie yesterday discovered that about three pounds of the nails had been carried to an elovatcu place by one of his pigeons and usod in building a nest 'elphia Ledger. Twenty-one churches and chapels in England were struck by lightning last summer. An authority declares that 70 per cent, of the lightning conductors nowin uae are In an unsatisfactory con dition. Tho exact site of the famous Black Hole of Calcutta, long supposed to be lost, has lately been rediscovered in the course of excavating the foundations of buildings in Old Fort William. Seventeen and fifteen years were the respective ages of a young couple who eloped and got married at Edgefield, S. C., ono day last week. Answer This question. Why do so many people we around us seem to prefer to suite; be. made miserable by indlgi constipation, dizziness, loss petite, coming up of che food, skin, when for 75o. we will set It's No Light Matter To get what you exactly want ia furniture at exactly what you can afford to pay. Give us a chance to help you out. If we can’t do it; it can’t be done anywhere. Now, here is a plain, straightforward, flatfooted proposition; We agree to sell lower than the lowest, no matter bow low it may be. If your resources are slender, we will put within reach of your pocketboak what lias hitherto been out of ft. . If you don’t think we will make good wliat we say, let us quote a sample figure. Here it is; A Par- lar Suit for $35.00, and everything else in proportion. If you haven’t all the money to pay cash down, we will sell you on installments. Shiloh’s Vltallzer, guaranteed H. J. Lamar & Si them. Sold by 1 We do uot offer you Furniture at, 10 per cent, above New York cost, but we offer it to you at a reason- ' able profit above factory cost. ’ ’ THE AYER 1 CRIME FURNITURE CO.