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MILE SELECTING
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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.
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Elwightsco.
PAST PRESENT ANO FUTURE.
isgton Street, Alb&nr. 6a.
jys.
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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-
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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.