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THE KNIGHT IN SILVER MAIL. She left the needle in the rose And put her broidery by, And leaning from her casement tall She hear| the owlets cry. The purple* ky was thick with stars, And in the moonlight pale She saw come riding from the wood A knight in silver mail His plume was like the snowy foam That wreathes the roaring tide, i The glory of his golden locks His helmet could not hide. She took the lily from her breast (Like hers, its beauty frail), And dropped it as he rode beneath— The knigh t in silver mail. About her gown of crimson silk She drew a mantle dark. She saw the stately castle towers Uprising from the park, And on the lake the mated swans Asleep in shadow, sail, But left it all to follow him, The knight in silver mail. ** Oh, I would see thy face, my love, Oh, I would see thy face! Why dost thou keep thy visor down? It is a lonely place. ’’ His voice was like the hollow reeds That rustle in the eale; ’Tis lonelier in my castle,” said The knight in silver mail. He let his steed go riderless, He took her by the hand And led her over brake and briar Into a lonesome land. ** Oh, are they headstones all a-row That glimmer in the vale?” “ My castle walls are white.” replied The knight in silver mail. “ So close unto thy castle doors Why buriest thou the dead?” 4 ‘ For ten long years I’ve slept with them ‘ Ah, welcome home!” he said. He clasped her dainty waist around, And in the moonlight pale Upraised his visor, and she saw The knight in silver mail. At dawn her father’s men-at-arms Went searching everywhere, And found her with the churchyard dews A-sparkle in hair. And lo! a sight to make the bes - And bravest of them quail: Beside her in the tangled grass skeleton in mail. — Century. SELENI One April morning, while the sun was shining down in Silver City, Seleni and her father came slowly into town. There was snow still in the mountains—many feet of snow—but it had melted in the valley, and the wooden pavements of the little mining camp were as dry as though it was in July. Over in Hallelu'ah Gulch a great strike had been made, and numbers of prospectors thronged the streets and stood in groups on every corner. One rough miner turned and looked after Seleni and her father and the old hand organ. “This ’ere’s a city, now, boys!” he cried. “Just look at the organ-grinder come to town.” “Give us a toot, old man!” called out a second miner. “Let him alone, boys,” said a third. “He is blind.” JSeleni led her father down'the nar row street, and piloted him safely through the noisy crowd. As she turned a corner she spied an unpretending res taurant. v;v “Dinner 50 cents,” the sign read, nnd she paused before the open door. “We’ll go in an’ git some dinner, dad; I’m fearful hungry.” She led her father to one of the small' tables and slipped the organ from his back. Then she drew an old bandana handkerchief from her pocket and un tied one coiner. A little roll of nickels dropped out on the table. “Got enough, Seleni?” asked her father, anxiously. His quick ears had caught the click of the coins. “Lots,” said Seleni, shortly. She hastily tied up the money, and going to the counter, ordered dinner for her father, and/or herself only a bowl of mush and milk. “I was pretty near starved, ” said the old organ grinder, as he ate his roast beef with a good relish. “H’aint the meat real good, Seleni:” “Bet your life!” answered Seleni, calmly taking a sip of milk. “And the tomatoes, and the rice pud din’,” added her father. “ fes, dad, but don’t stop to talk,” said Seieni. . Seleni soon finished her own simple dinner, and leaned back in the still, wooden chair. Two miners neat by looked up admiringly. Seleni’s eyes were large and black, as had been those of her Italian mother, who had died when she was born. Heavy braids of blue-black hair were wound around her head, and her cheeks and lips were crimson. Her old straw hat was tied down with a faded ribbon; her dark blue dress was stained and shabby. r-he wore a blanket shawl around her slender shoulders. “We’ve had a splendid dinner, iiain’t we?” said her father, rising and taking the organ on his back. Seleni paid the restaurant keeper, and tied up her few nickels that remained. Then she took her lather’s arm and led him to the corner of the street. “We'll stop uDd piay here, dad.” Her father patiently began to turn the crank of the old organ, Seleni stood beside him and eagerly scanned the faces of the passers-by. hew seemed to think the music was worth paying for. A lady gave Seleui a 10-cent piece, and a miner carelessly tossed a quarter toward them. But their supper and a night’s lodging were to be paid lor. and very few nickels were left in the bandana hankercliief. It grew late at last. The organ grinder had now played through all his tunes. “You are tired, dad. ’ said Seleni, as her father paused. “We’ll go and find a place to *l< ep.” “We don t want no supper, do we, Se'eni? We had such a hearty dinner." “ i es. dad,” said Seleni, faintly. “And it was late, too,” added the old man. “It must ha’ been most 1 o’clock." “Be you hungry, dad, ' asked 6< eui, anxiously looking into his face. “Not a mite,” answered her father, very cheerfully. “And s pose I play a little longer. ’Taint dark yet, is it? Bet’s walk alougl” They turned a corner aud found them selves on a side street in a quiet -neigh borhood. There were lace curtains at the windows of some of the small cabins. An open door gave a glimpse of a bright Brussels carpet. Suddenly a young girl appeared at a window and, raising the sash, very care lessly tossed out into the street a beau tiful but withered bouquet of liot-house flowers. Seleni quickly glanced up at the lady, who was young and had fair hair. This much she remembered al ways. The bouquet rolled to the youug girl’s fefit, then stopped. She stooped and picked up the flowers. They were only a little faded; some of the roses were quite fresh and fragant. It must have been a beautiful bouquet once. Why did the young lady throw jt away so soon? It was near 7 o'clock. Seleni and her father had paused before a large hotel. The piazza in front was crowded with men. Some of them gazed at the girl who stood so patiently beside the old organ. Her hat had slipped back and her black hair lay in rings on her smooth, white forehead. Seleni did not know how pretty she was and wondered why the men stared at her so. She knew that she was tired and hungry. She wished some one would toss them some money. A young man came down the steps. He wore a blue flannel shirt, and iiis coat was quite as shabby as the one Sel eni’s father wore. lie stood in front of the organ with his hands in his pockets. For a few moments he did not speak, but seemed to be listening to the music. And then his eyes fell on the flowers. “Where did you git ’em?” he asked suddenly. “Found ’em,” answered Selini, quite as shortly. He came a step nearer, and held out his hand. “Let hie see ’em.” Seleni drew back hastily. “Pay for ’em first, i’llsell’emcheap,” she said. He thrust his hand still deeper into his pocket, then tossed a silver dollar on the top of the old organ. Then he took the flowers, and studied them intently as he turned the bouquet around. “Tell me where you got’em,” he asked pleadingly. “Found ’em,” Seleni said again. “A lady threw ’em out the winder.” The young man said something under his breath, then turned and walked away. Seleni had seen the color come to his face, and a hurt look in his eyes. As she looked after him he gave the bouquet a toss, and it fell in the muddy street, only to be crushed the next instant by the wheels of a passing wagon. “Haint there enough money yet?” asked her father, touching her arm. “Yes, dad,” she answered. “We’ll go and get some supper, and then we’ll find a place to sleep.” The little parlor of Mrs. Murphy’s lodging house was crowded with lodgers that evening, teleni left her father seated contentedly in a corner and stole quietly out at the front door. She was so accustomed to being out of doors that she felt suffocated in a close room. Some one sat on the lower step with his head resting on his hands. He looked up and saw Seleni as she stood hesitating'y in the doorway. “Don’t be afraid,” he said, kindly. It was the young man who had bought the flowers. Seleni sank down on the steps and drew her old blanket more closely around her. V “It’s cold out here,” said the young man. “Mebbe you’d better go in.” “1 haint cold; I’m most always out- ( doors,’’ said Seleni - • - “Where do you say you found *e posies.” he asked. “A young lady throwed ’em out. She had yeller hair. It was a house with white curtains at the winders. I didn’t set no price on the flowers. You needn't hare paid me so much for ’em.” “I don’t complain of the price; they cost me a pile to begin with.” “Did you give ’em to her!” “Yes; more fool’ too.” “They were faded some,” remarked Seleni, consolingly. - “Yes,” he said bitterly.. “She bad ’em twelve hours.” His head dropped on his hands again. “I wouldn’t care.” said Seleni, softly. The young man glanced at her. Seleni’s eyes were soft with sympathy; she looked so fair in the moonlight. “How old be you?” he asked. “Seventeen.” “And you travel round with your father?” “res; dad likes to travel. He won’t let me do nothin’. He says he reckons he can support me,’’said Seleni,proudly. “Can you write?” looking eagerly into her pretty face. “Considerable—l was to public school once,” answered Seleni. “I hain’t got no edication, and I want to get a letter writ.” “I’ll do it.” * “Will you, now?” “Yes,” eagerly. The young fellow sprang up. “Come ou into the kitchen, then; there’s nobody there.” In a few minutes he had brought Seleni a sheet of paper and pen and ink. They were alone in the little kitchen that was scarcely more than ashed. The girl seated herself at the table. “Begin ‘Darlin’ Lizzie,’” said the youug man, leaning over her shoulder. “Yes,” said Seleni, and in a very cramped hand she wrote the two words. “Tell her 1 love her; tell her I’m goin’ over to Red Mountain to-morrow, but she can write to me. Jim Conroo'll read me her letter. Got it all down?” “Pretty near. Y'ou told me such an awful lot,” said Seleni. bhehandled the pep awkwardly. A bright color had come to the young man’s cheeks. Jlis hair was light,almost golden—just the color of the young lady's, Seleni thought. She glanced uu >u at the letter. Would “marling Lizzie” say yes or no? “Got done?” said her friend. “I’ll take it over to the po^oriice.” lie sealed the envelope carefully and put it ten dlv in his pocket. Then he held out his bronzed hand. “ ood-by. I’m much obliged to you. If I don't never see you again I wish you good luck.” As he passed Selem’s chair a silver dollar dropped into her lap. The next April Seleni and her father found themselves once more crossing lied Mountain on their way to Silver ity. Seleni hid grown a little taller, lxit she looked much the same. Her uress was still shabby, and a forlorn felt hat replaced the old black straw. But her lips and cheeks were crimson’ with exercise and health. As they came into view of the town they passed a group of miners who were out prospecting. One of them shade 1 his eyes with his hands and looked steadily at Seleni. “Give us a tune!” he called out to the organ-grinder, aud the old man obedi ently set down his organ and began to turn the crank. Then the young miner came slowly to ward Seleni and held out his hand. The girl knew him at a glance,and her black eyes grew bright with pleasure. “1 didn’t get no answer,” he whis pered. Seleni looked sorry; then a curious gladness came to her eyes. “Hain’t you seen her?” she asked. “Ao,”answered the young naan; “she doesn’t live here no more.” “I’m very sorry,” said the girl; “I writ it plain.” “’Twasn’tyou fault.” Then he iookeu at her admiringly. “S’pose I eome to see you to-night?” The old organ-grinder took up las burden again, and as they moved away Seleni smiled over her shoulder at the young man with fair hair,'who looked after her as he leaned lightly on his pick. A month later a priest at Silver City married them. Seleni was very happy in her new home. There were no lace- curtains at the cabin windows, for her husband was but a poor prospector, with only his youth and hope. One evening during the winter Seleni’s husband came home, and as he seated himself by the stove, drew a yellow en velope from his pocket. It was old and worn by much handling,aud boro numer ous post marks, “What is it:” asked.Seleni, quickly. “An old letter fur me,” answered hei husband. “They said it had bin foller in’ me round everywhere. I hain’t been in one place long the past year. I guess it ain’t much good now. S’pose you read it.” Seleni took the letter and tore open the envelope. There were only a few lines. It began “Darling Jim” and was signed “Your own Lizzie.” It stated that the writer would marry him at any time. “Don’t look so!” cried her husband, as Seleni grew deadly white. She did not speak, but stood perfectly still with tlie letter clutched in her hand. But her husband threw his strong arms around her. “I’m glad I didn’t get it!” he cried. “Don’t you know I love you best? No body can't take your place now.”—• St. Louis Star Sayings. The Gentle Bloodhound. “There’s a great deal of’nonsense in the Northerner’s abhorrence of the blood hound,” said a Southern gentleman to a New York Telegram reporter. “He’s not at all a ferocious animal. There is really no difference between him and the fox, stag or other hounds save in train ing. “The true bloodhound, the old South ern hound, is the Talbot. The hound of that breed is tall and large, larger than the fox hound, broad chested, and utters a deep bay. He has a good, what might be tailed a dignified, face. He’s tremendously slow in chase (even a good walker can keep up with him if the run is long), but his scent is something won derful. He’ll follow a trail twelve or fourteen hours old, and through herd after herd of animals like the one he’s after. - “But if blood of some other animal is spilled across the trail, then he's gone;- the blood confuses ]£u and throws him off. It is from this, and the fact that he will follow a wounded animal as accu rately by the blood as the track, that he gets his name, not from any peculiar ferocity. ‘ “The Talbot used to be trained on the English and Scottish borders to pursue cattle thieves and other marauders. These sleuth-hounds, as they were called there, are still kept in some of the big deer parks in the north of England. “There is a dog in the South called the Cuban bloodhound that was some times employed in hunting down slaves, and is, perhaps, found among the packs used in following escaped convicts. It is not a bloodhound, however, but a cross of mastiff and bulldog. It’s scent ing is poor beside that of the true blood hound; it is good for nothing but to hunt men, and is fierce and bloodthirsty. Tho Spaniards trained it in the first place to hunt Indians, and afterward followed runaway slaves with it. It has stolen the bloodhound’s name and given them its reputation. ‘‘The big Russian greyhound, which has a cross of bulldog, can taught to follow men like a bloodhound.” ( Sandstorm in the Red Sea. The steamer Glenshiel, which has ar rived at New York from Yokohama and other Eastern ports with a cargo of 711,003 packages, or 5200 tons, of tea, reports a curious experience which she encountered in the Bed £ea, but which is by no means unknown to voyagers in those waters. Her log says that on leaving the Perin Islands the atmosphere was so crowded with sand-dust that it was necessary to run at a low rate of speed. When half way up the sea a sandstorm of such violence was experi enced that the greatest difficulty was found in making any headway at all. The sand sifted like tine snow through every crevice, filled every dish of food, and covered everything with a gritty coating. At the same time its clouds were so thick and impenetrable that one could not see two ship lengths ahead of the vessel. This state of things Listed for eight hours, but Snez was reached at length, and the vessel arrived at Port Said next morning. — New York Times. A Noiseless Clock. A curiously considerate invention has been produced by a Frenchman in the shape of a noiseless clock, for use more especially in sick rooms. In place of the usual pendulum, the hands are set in motion by the unrolling of a chain, the .end of which is fastened to a buoy,float ing in a tank of fluid. Thin fluid escapes at a uniform rate, and can be utilized to j feed a btrnpwick, thus giving the ap ! paratus the double character of clock and lamp. When the lamp is lighted, the necessary diminution of liquid takes place by combustion, at other times by carefully regula’ed dropping. —ikimcc i and Art. I ’ BUDGET OF FUV. humorous sketches from VARIOUS SOUK-KS. f- . * Oil© to the Mosquito—An Apprecia tive Listener—He Was \ ary Green—The Cemetery of ' Wit, Etc., Etc. He presented his bill, And I could not evade it; In valley, on hill. He presented his bill, ,-i With stinging ill-will; And with blood, sir, I paid it. He presented his bill, Aud I could not evade it. — Life. An Appreciative Listener. Miss Ilolsoule (who is not a thorough musician) —“What a beautiful piece the orchestra is playing now!” Professor Sncidberger—“Dot! Vv. dot vas “Chonny-getcher-goon!” Miss Holsoule—“I think those old German melodies are perfectly entranc ing”— Time. . He Was Very Green.' Walking m the wildwood. ~ She (roguishly;—“Augustus, what tree am I likes” Augustus “You are like the white birch, darling—the fairest of trees, the emblem of purity. And now, sweet, what tree am I like?” She (demurely)—“The evergreen.”— Burlington Free Press. The Cemetery of Wit. ?£: She (in the humorist’s sanctum) —“This enormous scrap-book of clippings, Mr. Jokem—why have you labeled it ‘The Chestnut Burr’?” Jokem—“Because I open it in order to find out what not#to write.” — Judge. How Reconcile These Things? • Small Boy—“ Say, pa! teacher said to- ; day, ‘study hard, boys, time flies.’” Father—“ Very true, my son.” Small Boy—“ Well, and a little while after he said, ‘time leaves foot prints.’ Now, pa, how can ‘time’ leave footprints if it flies?”— Judge. _ .. Rarbed. Wire as a Toilet Article. ‘Woman (to tiamp)—“Why don’t ye buy your food ’stead o’, begging it?” Tramp—“M£(lam, I’m too poor to buy even tooth picks.” Woman—“ That so? What d’ye do for tooth-picks?” Tramp—“l have to use barbed wire fences.”— New York Sun. - . • r- - f A Correct Dictum.. . - Jones—“ What’s the matter with your face, Charley?” • Charley—“l’ve just been shaved.” ~ Jones—“ Well, the man who hacked you in that way must be one of the big gest fools on earth.” Charley (earnestly) - “He is, Jones— He is; I shaved myself.”— Life. Mr. Poscyboy’s Undesired Relation ship. Miss Travis—“ Mr. Poseyboy, may I ask how many sist rs you have:” Poseyboy— “Eleven. ” Miss Travis—“ Goodness gracious, Mr. Poseyboy! It can’t be possible !” Poseyboy—“Why, yes, Miss Travis! There’s my own sister and ten other girls who have promised to be sisters to me,”; — Burlington Free Press. »_ , . ' UI» > Too Much Shortening*. Miss Rural (watching the promenaders) “Who is that curious little man—al most a dwarf?”. --.'JE: - Mrs.'Metropole (shocked) —“Why, my dear, that's Hubert High ife. He's the very supper crust.” • Miss Rural “He is? Then they put in a great deal too much shortening.” They Had Met Before. ; ' He (at the health resort, tenderly)—“l think 1 have met you before, Miss Smith; you face is very familiar.” She (coldly)—“Yes, sir; and those goods that you warranted would wash 1 tried to give away to my maid.” And then the silence became so wide and solemn that you could hear them pumping gas into the mineral springs.— Li fe- She Turned the Other Cheek, c Wiggles—“ Arabella, darling, may I kiss you?” Arabella—‘Wes, sweetest, but kiss me on the left cheek, please.” Wiggles (doing so) —“And may I ask. dearest, why the left cheek:” Little Brother (poking his head through the door) —“Because Jack Waggles has been kissing her right cheek all the afternoon and it’s tired.” The engagement is not yet announced. i He Did Not Know the Ropes. ? Foreman —“Here, Charlie, three of the men are going to work over time to night, and 1 want you to run out and get a little lunch for them.” Charlie (at lunch counter, a few minutes later) —“I want six ham sandwiches, six pieces of mince pie, and a dozen cream tarts.” Horrified Old Gentleman (who is un familiar with lunch counter methods) “Really, my dear young friend, are you sure you need quite as much as that?”— Harper's Bazar. . <* r Honesty is the Best Policy. “And so you have brought my beauti ful Alphonse home, have you, like an honest man, instead of keeping him yourself, as you might easily have done?’’ said the delighted lady, as she fondled the poodle. “Were you not tempted to keep the darling creature?” “No, mum,” replied the incorruptible man, as he pocketed tho-$5 reward. “It weren’t no temptation. I couldn’t have soid his hide for two bits at this season of the year, mum.”— Chicago Tribune. An American Fable. A hen who had hatched out a quantity of ducklings, relates a cynical modern yfisop, was somewhat surprised one day to see them take to water and sail away out of her jurisdiction. \The more she thought of this the more unreasonable such conduct appeared and the more in dignant she became. She resolved that it must cease forthwith. So she soon afterward convened her brood and con ducted them to the margin of a hot pool, having a business connection with a boiling spring. They straightway launched them-elves for a cruise—re turning immediately to the land as if they had forgotten their ship's papers. Moral- When callow youth exhibits an eccentric tendency give it to him red hot. Stabbed in the Dark. _ “Martha,” asked a wild-eyed man, emerging from a dark and lonely closet with a hurried tread, an ill-dissembled air of composure thinly cloaking a state of chaotic anxiety, “what is in that high shouldered, square, black bottle with a short neck, on the third shelf ?” # “Ker osene liniment for grandpa’s rheuma tism,” replied the good wife. “Why?” “Oh, nothing,” he answered, carelessly, as one who had just swallowed an earth quake in the dark. “Nothing; it wasn’t labeled, and I thought it might be some thing dangerous.” They said no more, but in a down town drug store a man of sorrrowful countenance sat a long time that night eating raw quinine out of a saucer with a spoon, trying to get a strange, foreign looking taste opt of his mouth, which, he said, had crept in there unawares.— Burdette. Our Eastern Boundaries. Miss Hartseu was not a particularly apt scholar, and her recitations were sel dom satisfactory. She was sure to stumble, and oftentimes at the most simple questions? In the geography lesson, one day, she was asked: “How are the United States bounded on the east?” Miss Hartsen hesitated. In another moment the question would have passed to the next, when a schoolmate in the form behind whispered: “The Atlantic Oceau.” Miss Hartsen brightened up, and in proud confidence answered, in her best voice: “The Land o’ Goshen.” The surprised “what?” of the teacher aud the merrifnent of the scholars caused Miss Hartsen to suspect that she had made a mistake; but she didu’t imp r ove matters by explaining: “Well, that’s what Miss Sharply told me, anyway.” —Chicago Tribune. Prettv Sharp Legerdemain!- . A few months since a man called in a British’tavern and asked tlie company if they would like to witness a conjuring trick. As the man looked cold and hungry the landlord gave consent, and stated that he knew a few tricks himself. The man placed three hats on the table, then asked the landlord for three pieces of bread. When these were given to him he said he could not proceed till he got three pieces of cheese. When these were brought he placed one piece of bread and chee-e in each hat. Now for the trick. The man rolled up his shirt sleeves, unbuttoned his collar, and stated that he would eat the three pieces of bread and cheese, then bring all un der one hat. When he had eaten two pieoes he declared he could not proceed unless he had a drink. A pint of milk was now brought him, and the other piece soon disappeared. “Now, gentlemen, which hat must I brihg it under?” A hat was pointed to, and the fellow quickly placed the hat upon his head and left the astonished men. # i " A Catskills Snake CharfiierT “Gingle” Shulti is a snake charmer and general reptile destroyer in the Cats kills, in the vicinity of the little hamlet of Chichester, N. Y. A short time ago “Gingle’s” boy was up on the mountain back of the place, and he heard a “rat tler” close to him. The rattle came from a hole near the stump of a tree. The boy hurried down the mountain and in formed “Gingle,”' who said; “Go git yer tin whistle and I’ll get the accor d:OD, en’we’li go up there.” In a short time the two arrived at the rattler § hole and sat down near it, “Gingle” striking up “Way Down on the Suwanee River” on the accordeon, the boy accom panying him on the tin whistle. Pres ently they heard the snake’s rattles, and they played stronger and louder. Then came,more rattles, and the snake’s head appeared at the mouth of the hole. Father and son watched the reptile close ly and continued playing until the en tire snake appeared. Then “Gingle” moved o!f sideways, the boy following, both intending to kill the snake, but suddenly they saw the reptile whip th end of his tail around a stout twig and then slide out of his skin and disappear into the hole, leaving the skin on the ground. This satisfied “Gingle” that the snake would not appear again, so he took the skin with him. It having be come the property of Mr. George I). Chichester he lias sent it to the scientific department of Yassar Brothers’ Institute at Poughkeepsie. It is four feet in length, and at the. middle is two and a half inches in circumference. It is as soft as gossamer and shines like silk. There is not a particle of odor of tuny kind about it, and it would make a splendid necktie for a first-class dude. The head, mouth, and eyes are perfect, and only a little bit of the tail is gone. In color the whole skin is a very light drab. The snake had simply shed its coat, and “Gingle’s” accordeon and his boy’s tin whistle no doubt hastened tho feat. — New York Times. Geronimo’s Scalping-Knife. Since Colonql Lucas has displayed so many curious and Indian relics in his show windows, others have searched around their possessions of pioneer days anil brought forth relics, some of them equal in historical interest to the relics of the Colonel. One in particular is in teresting, it consisting of a scalping knife, now the property of Mr. Braun hart, and said to have been the identical knife with which the famous Apache chief, Victoria, and the equally famous Geronimo, lemoved the locks of the un happy paleface who happened to fall in their respective ways. The knife is about fourteen inches long, brass-trimmed and steel blade, with curved iron-wood handle. There are still marks of blood upon the blade. The knife was taken from Geronimo in 1887,at the time of his capture, by a scout, who presented it to .Hr. Braunhart. Mr. Sidney P. 'Waite ' described the knife before it had been j shown him, and says that it is the same knife he <aw in the possession of Yic i toria twenty-three years ago. It has an i inleresting history, and if the gory old blade could only spiak what a tale of woe and bloodthirsty desolation it would .pour forth. The knife is prized very highly by Sir. Braunhart., who s’ays he would not part#Vith' it for anything.— San Bernardino ( Cal .) Index. _ T H E PEOPLE’S PARTY. PROTECTIVE, PROGRESSIVE, PROSPEROUS. OUR PLATFORM: We Pledge Ourselves in Favor of % PROTECTION OF OUR CUSTOMERS From Overcharge and Misrepresentations. FREETRADE FOR EVERY ONE, With the Rflerchant who does most for his Customers. PROHIBITION Of Monopolistic Rings, Inflated values and op pressive high prices. .% Buy as you vote, intelligently. As candi* dates for your patronage, we invite an examination of our business record in support of our claim for fair dealing. 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