OCR Interpretation

The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, February 08, 1906, Image 7

Image and text provided by Minnesota Historical Society; Saint Paul, MN

Persistent link: https://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn83016758/1906-02-08/ed-1/seq-7/

What is OCR?

Thumbnail for 7

Township Forty, Range Twenty-seven.
Name of
Ella A. Perkins
Pillsbury .nwli
a a co
en i a
Subdivision of Section, -h
O-M-I oe
1 1873
1874 1875
11876 !l877
1878 1879
of ne'4 29
County of Mille Lacs.
1882 v. 105.16
1883 1881 1885 1886 1887 1888
1889 1890
E. E Whitney, being by me first duly sworn,
deposes and says, that he is the county auditor
of the county of Mille Lacs, State of Minne
sota, that he has examined the foregoing list
and knows the contents thereof, and that the
same is a correct list of taxes delinquent for
the year or years therein appearing upon real
estate in said county, except such pieces or
parcels of land as have heretofore been bid in
by the state and not assigned by it or redeemed.
Subscribed and sworn to before me this 27th
day of January, 1906.
Clerk of the district Court,
(Seal Mille Lacs County, Minn
Filed in the office of the clerk of the district
court in and for the county of Mille Lacs, State
of Minnesota, this 27th day of January, 1906.
Clerk of the District Court.
Filed in the office of the county auditor in
and for the county of Mille Lacs, State of Mm
nesota, this 29th day of January, 1906.
County Auditor.
Security State Bank,
At Princeton, Minnesota, at the close of busi
ness on Jan. 29, 1906.
Loans and discounts $59,264.76
Banking house, furniture and fixtures 5,250.00
Due from banks,. 336 170 20
Checks and cash items. 2,379 97
Currency 81,933.00
l^old 1,885.00
Silver 438.60
Total cash assets. $42,828.77 42,828.77
apital stock
Undivided profits, net
Deposits subject to check
Time certificates
Total deposits..
513,000 00
$91,879.53 91,878.55
$107,343 53
County of Mille Lacs. ("ss*
I, G. A. Eaton, cashier of the above named
bank, do solemnly swear that the above state
ment is true to the best of my knowledge and
belief. G. A. EATON, Cashier.
Subscribed and sworn to before me this 6th
day of February, 1906.
(Seal) J. A. Ross,
Notary Public
My commission expires April 1st, 1912.
Attest: J. W. GOULDING, Director.
The First National Bank
At Princeton, in the State of Minnesota, at the
close of business January 29,1906.
Loans and discounts $145,178.02
U. S. bonds to secure circulation 30,000.00
Premium on U. S. bonds 962.50
Banking house, furniture and fixtures 3,000.00
Due from national banks (not re
serve agents) 16,698.66
Due from approved reserve agents. 16,277.67
Lawful money reserve in bank, viz:
Specie 6,279.47
Redemption fund with LT.
S. treas
urer (5 per cent of circulation) 1,300.00
Total $221,896.32
Capital stock paid in $30,000.00
Surplus fund 1,000.00
Undivided profits, less expenses and
taxes paid 225.88
National bank notes outstanding 30,000 00
Due to State banks and bankers 1,546.68
Individual deposits subject to check 100,133.14
Time certificates of deposit 57,260.73
Cashier's checks outstanding I,729l89
Total $221.896 32
County of Mille Lacs.
I. Jno. F. Petterson. cashier of the above
named bank, do solemnly swear that the above
statement is true to the best of my knowledge
and belief.
Subscribed and sworn to before me this 15th
day ot November, 1905.
[Seal.] FRED C. KEITH.
Notary Public.
My commission expires Oct 21,1908.
^T. H. CALEY, Directors.
Destaurant and
Meals and Lunches served from
7 o'clock in the morning till 10
o'clock at night, from 5 cents up.
First Class Dining Room Service.
Foreign and Domestic
South Main St., Princeton, Minn.
Makes Kidneys anil Bladder Right
The Two Vanrevels
Author of "The Gentleman From Indiana" and "Monsieur Beaucaire
"I think you may retire now," said
Mr. Carewe sharply.
She rose from the steps, went to the
door, then turned at the threshold.
"Were all your friends here, papa?"
'"Do you think that every ninny -who
gabbled in my house last might was my
friend?" he said angrily. "There was
one friend of mine, Mrs. Tanberry, who
wasn't here because she is out of town,
but I do not imagine that you are in
quiring about women. You mean was
every unmarried male idiot who could
afford a swallowtailed coat and a clean
pair of gloves cavorting about the
place? Yes, miss, they were all here
except two, and one of those is a fool,
the other a knave."
"Can't I know the fool?" she asked
"I rejoice o find them so rare in your
experience!" he retorted. "This one is
out of town, though I have no doubt
you will see him sufficiently often when
he returns. His name is Crailey Gray,
and he is to marry Fanchon Bareaud
if he remembers!"
"And the knave?"
"Is one!" Carewe shut his teeth with
a venomous snap, and his whole face
reddened suddenly. "I'll mention this
fellow oncenow," he said, speaking
each word with emphasis. "His name
is Vanrevel. You see that gate, you
see the Hue of lny property there. The
man himself as well as every other per
son in the town remembers well that
the last time I spoke to him it was to
tell him that if he ever set foot on
ground of mine I'd shoot him down,
and he knows, and they all know, I
shall keep my word! Elsewhere I told
him that for the sake of public peace I
should ignore him. I do. You will see
him everywhere, but it will not be dif
ficult. No one will have the hardihood
to present him to my daughter. The
quarrel between us" Mr. Carewe
broke off for a moment, his hands
clinching the arms of his chair, while
he swallowed with difficulty, as though
he choked upon some acrid bolus, and
he was so strongly agitated by his own
mention of his enemy that he controlled
himself by a painful effort of his will.
"The quarrel between us is political
and personal. You will remember."
"I shall remember," she answered in
a rather frightened voice.
It was long before she fell asleep. "I
alone must hover about the gates or
steal into your garden like a thief," the
incroyable had said. "The last time I
spoke to him it was to tell him that if
he ever set foot on ground of mine I'd
shoot him down!" had been her father's
declaration. And Mr. Carewe had spo
ken with the most undeniable air of
meaning what he said. Yet she knew
that the incroyable would come again.
Also, with hot cheeks pressed into
her pillow, Miss Betty had identified
the young man in the white hat, that
dark person whose hand she had far
too impetuously seized in both of hers.
Aha! It was this gentleman who look
ed into people's eyes and stammered so
sincerely over a pretty speech that you
almost believed him it was he who
was to marry Fanchon Bareaud, "if he
remembers!" No wonder Fanchon had
been in such a hurry to get him away.
"If he remembers!" Such was that
young man's character, was it? Miss
Carewe laughed aloud to her pillow,
for was one to guess the reason also
of his not having come to her ball?
Had the poor man been commanded, to
be "out of town?"
Then, remembering the piquant and
generous face of Fanchon, Betty clinch
ed her fingers tightly and crushed the
imp who had suggested the unworthy
thought, crushed him to a wretched
pulp and threw him out of the window.
He immediately sneaked in by the
back way, for, in spite of her victory,
she still felt a little sorry for poor
it be true that love is the
great incentive to the useless
arts, the number of gentle
men who became poets for
the sake of Miss Betty Carewe need
not be considered extraordinary. Of
all that was written or her dancing,
Tom Vanrevel's lines, "I Danced With
Her Beneath the Lights" (which he cer
tainly had not done when he wrote
them), were perhaps next to Crailey
Gray's in merit, though Tom burned
his rhymes after reading them to Crai
As Crailey Gray never danced with
Miss Carewe, it is somewhat singular
that sh should have Been the inspira
tion of his swinging verses in waltz
measure, "Heartstrings on a Violin,"
the sense of which was that when a
violin "had played for her dancing the
Instrument should be shattered as wine
glasses are after a great toast. How
ever, no one except the author himself
knew that Betty was the subject, for
Crailey certainly did not mention it to
Miss Bareaud nor to his best friend,
It was to some degree a strange com
radeship between these two young men
their tastes led them so often in oppo
site directions. They had rooms to
gether over thein offices in the "Madril
lon block" on Main street, and the
lights shone late from their windows
every night in the year. Sometimes
that would mean only that the two
friends were talking, for they never
reached a silent intimacy, but, even
after several yeara of companionship,
were rarely seen together when not in
interested, often eager, conversation,
so that people wondered what in the
world they still found to say to each
other. But many a night the late shin
ing lamp meant that Tom sat alone,
with a brief or a book, or wooed the
lorn hours with his magical guitar, for
he never went to bed until the other
came home. And if daylight came
without Crailey, Vanrevel would go out,
yawning mightily, to look for him, and
when there was no finding him Tom
would come back sleepless to the day's
To the vision of the lookers on in
Rouen, quiet souls who hovered along
the walls at merrymakings and cheer
fully counted themselves spectators at
the play, Crailey Gray held the center
of the stage and was the chief come
dian of the place. Wit, poet and scape
grace, the small society sometimes
seemed the mere background set for
his performances, spectacles which he
also enjoyed, and from the best seat
in the house, for he was not content as
the actor, but must be the prince in the
box as well.
His friendship for Tom Vanrevel
was in a measure that of the vine for
the oak. He was full of levities at
Tom's expense, which the other bore
with a grin of sympathetic compre
hension or at long intervals returned
upon Crailey with devastating effect.
Vanrevel Avas the one steadying thing
in his life and at the same time the
only one of the young men upon whom
he did not have an almost mesmeric in
fluence. In good truth, Crailey was the
ringleader in all the deviltries of the
town and had been so long in the habit
of following every impulse, no matter
how mad, that he enjoyed an almost
perfect immunity from condemnation,
and, whatever his deeds, Rouen had
learned to say with a chuckle that it
was "only Crailey Gray again."
Now and then he would spend sev
eral days in the offices of Gray & Van
revel, attorneys and counselors at law,
wearing an air of unassailable virtue,
.hough he did not far overstate the case
when he said, "Tom does all the work
and gives me all the money not to
bother him when he's getting up a
The working member of the firm got
up cases to notable effect, and few law
yers in the state enjoyed having Tom
Vanrevel on the other side. There was
nothing about him of the floridity prev
alent at that time he withered "ora
tory" before the court he was the foe
of jury pathos, and, despising noise
and the habitual voice dip at the end
of a sentence, was nevertheless at
times an almost fearfully effective ora
tor. So by degrees the firm of Gray
& Vanrevel. young as it was and in
spite of the idle apprentice, had grown
to be the most prosperous in the dis
trict. For this eminence Crailey was
never accused of assuming the credit.
Nor did he ever miss an opportunity of
making known how much he owed to
his partner. What he owed, in brief,
was everything. How well Vanrevel
worked was demonstrated every day,
but how hard he worked only Crailey
knew. The latter had grown to depend
upon him for even his political beliefs
and lightly followed his partner into
abolitionism, though that was to risk
unpopularity, bitter hatred and worse.
Fortunately on certain occasions Van
revel had made himself, if not his
creed, respected, at least so far that
there was no longer danger of mob
violence for an abolitionist in Rouen.
He was a cool headed young man or
dinarily and possessed of an elusive
forcefulness not to be trifled with,
though he was a quiet man and had
what they called a "fine manner," and,
not in the latter, but in his dress, there
was an echo of the beau, which afford
ed Mr. Gray a point of attack for sal
lies of wit.
These two young men were members
of a cheerful band who feasted, laugh
ed, wrangled over politics, danced,
made love and sang terrible chords on
summer evenings together, as young
men will. Will Cummings, editor of
the Rouen Journal, was one of these,
a tall, sallow man, very thin, very
awkward and very gentle. Mr. Cum
mings proved himself always ready
with a loud and friendly laugh for the
poorest joke In the world, his counte
nance shining with such kindness that
no one ever had the heart to reproach
him with the evils of his journalistic
performances or for the things he broke
when he danced. Another w*s Tap
pingham Marsh, an exceedingly hand
some person, somewhat languid in ap
pearance, dainty in manner with wom
en, offhand with men, almost as reck
less as Crailey and often the latter's
companion and assistant In dissipa
tion. Young Francis Chenoweth never
failed to fojlow both into whatever
they planned. He was short and pink,
and the uptilt f his nose was coherent
with the appealing earnestness which
was habitual with him. Eugene Ma
drlllon was the sixth of these Intimates,
a dark man, whose Latin eyes and col
or advertised his French ancestry as
plainly as his emotionless mouth and
lack of gesture betrayed the mingling
of another strain.
All these and others of the town
were wont to "talk politics" a great
deal at the little club on Main street,
and all were apt to fall foul of Tom
Vanrevel or Crailey Gray before the
end of any discussion. For those were
the days when they twisted the lion's
tail in vehement and bitter earnest,
when the eagle screamed in mixed fig
ures, when few men knew how to talk
and many orated, when party strife
was savagely personal, when tolerance
was called the "pure fire of patriot-
Ism," when criticism of the existing
order of things surely incurred fiery
anathema and black invective, and
brave was he, indeed, who dared to
bint that his country as a whole and
politically did lack some two or three
particular virtues and that the first
step toward obtaining them would be
to help it to realize their absence.
This latter point of view was that of
the firm of Gray & Vanrevel, which
was a unit in such matters. Crailey
did most of the talking, quite beauti-
Sang terrible cliords on summer evenings.
fuliy, too, and both had to stand against
odds in many a sour argument, for
they were not only abolitionists, but op
posed the attitude of their country in
its difficulty with Mexico, and, in com
mon wih other men of the time who
took their stand, they had to grow ac
customed to being called disloyal trai
tors, foreign toadies, malignants and
traducers ot" the flag. Tom had long
been used to epithets of this sort, suf
fering their sting in quiet, and was
glad A\ hen he could keep Crailey out of
worse employment than standing firm
for an unpopular belief.
There was one place to which Van
revel, seeking his friend and partner
when the latter did not come home at
night, could not go. This was the tow
er chamber, and it was in that mysteri
ous apartment of the Carewe cupola
that Crailey was apt to be deeply occu
pied when he remained away until
daylight. Strange as it appears, Mr.
Gray.jxiaintained peculiar relations of
intimacy with Robert Carewe in spite
of the feud between Carewe and his
own best friend. This intimacy, which
did not-neoessarily imply any mutual
fondness, though Crailey seemed to
dislike nobody, was betokened by a
furtive understanding of a sort be
tween them. They held brief, earnest
conversations on the street or in cor
net's when thoy met at other people's
houses, alwa3"s speaking in voices too
low to be overheard, and they exercised
a mysterious symbolism, somewhat in
the manner of fellow members of a
secret society. They had been ob
served to communicate across crowded
rooms by lifted eyebrow, nod of head
or a surreptitious turn of the' wrist,
so that those who observed them knew
that a question bad been asked and an
It was noticed also that there were
five other initiates to this masonry
Eugene Madrill^n, the elder Cheno
weth, General Trumble, Tappingham
Marsh and Jefferson Bareaud. Thus
on the afternoon following Miss Bet
ty's introduction to Rouen's favorite
sons and daughters Mr. Carewe, driv
ing down Main street, held up one
forefinger to Madrillon as he saw the
young man turning in at the club.
Eugene nodded gravely and as he went
in. discovering Marsh, the general and
others listening to Mr. Gray's explana
tion of his return from the river with
no fish, stealthily held up one finger in
his turn. Trumble repliedwith a wink,
Tappingham nodded, but Crailey
slightly shook his head. Marsh and the
general started with surprise and star
ed incredulously. That Crailey should
shake his head! If the signal had been
for a church meeting they might have
Mr. Gray's conduct was surprising
two other people at about the same
time Tom Vanrevel and Fanchon
Bareaud the former by his sudden de
votion to the law the latter by his
sudden devotion to herself. In a breath
he became almost a domestic charac
Miss Bareaud was even happier than
the was astonished and she was
mightily astonishedto find her be
trothed developing a taste for her so
ciety alone. Formerly she had counted
upon the gayeties of her home to keep
Crailey near her now, however, he
told her tenderly he wished to have her
all to himself. This was not like him,
but Fanchon did not question.
The Bareaud house was the most
hospitable in Rouen. Mrs. Bareaud, a
southerner, loving to persuade the vis
itor that her home was his, not hers,
lived only for her art, which was that
of the table. Mr. Bareaud at fifty had
lived so well that he gave up walking,
which did not trouble hira, but at sixty
he gave up dancing, which did trouble
him. His only hope, he declared, was'
In Crailey Gray's promise to invent for
him a concave partner.
There was a thin, quizzing shank of
a son, Jefferson, who lived upon qui
nine, ague and deviltry, and there were
the two daughters, Fanchon and Vir
ginia. The latter was three years old
er than Fanchon, as dark as Fanchon
was fair, though not nearly so pretty,
a small, good natured, romping sprite
of a girl who had handed down the
heart and hand of Crailey Gray to her
sister with the best grace in the world.
For she had been the heroine of one of
Mr. Gray's half dozen or so most seri
ous affairs, and after a furious rivalry
with Mr. Carewe the victory was gen
erally conceded to Crailey. His tri
umph had been of about a fortnight's
duration when Fanchon returned from
St. Mary's, and with the advent of the
youngsr sister the elder, who had de
cided that Crailey was the incompara
ble she had dreamed of since infancy,
was generously allowed to discover
that he was not that vision that she
had fallen in love with her own idea
of him, whereas Fanchon cared only
that he be Crailey Gray.
To be in love with Crailey became
Fanchon's vocation. She spent all her
time at it and produced a blurred ef
fect upon strangers. Nor was she
alone in suspecting Mr, Gray of gen
ius. In the first place, he was so odd
in the second, his poems were "already
attracting more than local attention,"
as the Journal remarked generously,
for Crailey had ceased to present his
rhymes to that valuable paper. Aye,
Boston no less was his mart.
He was rather radical in his literary
preferences and hurt the elder Cheno
weth's feelings by laughing heartily at
some poems of the late Lord Byron,
offended many people by disliking the
style of Sir Edward Bulwer and even
refused to admit that James Fenimore
Cooper was the greatest novelist that
ever lived. But these things were as
nothing compared with his unpatriotic
defense of Charles Dickens. Many
Americans had fallen into a great rage
over the vivacious assault upon the
United States in "Martin Chuzzlewit."
Nevertheless Crailey still boldly hailed
him, as every one had heretofore
agreed, the most dexterous writer of
his day and the most notable humorist
of any day. Of course the Englishman
had not visited and thoroughly studied
such a city as Rouen, Crailey con
fessed twinklingly but, after all,
wasn't there some truth in "Martin
Chuzzlewit?" Mr. Dickens might have
been far from a clear understanding of
our people, but didn't it argue a pretty
ticklish vanity in ourselves that we
were so fiercely resentful of satire, and
was not this very heat over "Martin
Chuzzlewit" a confirmation of one of
the points the book had presented
against us? General Trumble replied
to this suggestion with a personal one
to the effect that a man capable of say
ing a good word for so monstrous a
slanderthat a man, sir, capable of de
claring his native country to be vain
or sensitive, ought to be horsewhipped,
and at this Crailey laughed consum
Trumble retorted with the names of
Benedict Arnold and Aaron Burr.
"And if it comes to a war with these
greasers," he spluttered apoplectically,
"and it is coming, mighty soon, we'll
find Mr. Gray down in Mexico throw
ing mud on the stars and stripes and
cheering for that one legged horse
thief, Santa Anna! Anything to seek
out something foolish among your own
"Don't have to seek far sometimes,
general," murmured Crailey from the
depths of the best chair in the club,
whereupon Trumble. not trusting him
self to answer, went out to the street.
Mcke a Canary Sing.
Generally any kind of soft, sibilant
noise will tempt a bird to sing. A ca
nary hung in a kitchen will usually
start his song if he hears, say, the friz
zling of a frying pan. We utilize spe
cial devices to tempt the shy singer,
who is perhaps rendered the more bash
ful by finding himself in novel sur
roundings. For this purpose we em
ploy whistles and song organs, which
artificially reproduce the "tours" of the
roller. This latter method is found to
be irresistible when all other plans have
failed. The bird feels apparently that
he is being challenged and forthwith
responds to the challenge by pouring
forth the best of his song. London
Vulcan, the god of ancient black
smiths and metal workers, was lame
in consequence of a pretty hard fall
he had in his early days. Jupiter and
Juno had a row, and Vulcan sided
with his mother against the old gen
tleman, who promptly kicked him out
of heaven. He fell for a whole day
and lighted on the island of Lemnos,
broke his leg and received as severe
a shaking up as though he had tumble!
down an elevator shaft. JEsculaplus
set his leg, but having only just receiv
ed a diploma did a poor job, and for a
long time Vulcan went on a crutch.
Al at tne Head.
Glass stands first of elastic sub
stances, pearl is the heaviest of animal
substances, mercury is the heaviest
liquid, the heaviest woods are pome
granate and lignum vitae, cork Is the
lightest wood, and platinum Is the
most ductile metal, capable of being
drawn so fine as to be Invisible.
W See Tkem.
"A prominent oculist says he never
saw a pair of perfect eyes," said the
woman who reads the newspapers.
"That" replied Miss Cayenne, "mere
ly proves that the prominent oculist
was never in love?'Washington Star.
The way to fame Is like the way to
heaven, through much tribulation*
6:20 a.m Duluth 9:40 p.m.
9:15 a.m Brook Park 6:40 p.m.
9:35 a.m Mora 6:17 p.m.
9:48 a.m Ogilvie 6:oOp.m.
10:20 a.m Mllaca 5:35 p.m.
10:30 a.m Pease (f) 5:24 p.m.
10:40 a.m... Long Siding (f)..
5:15:07p.m...p.m3 J0:4o a.m Brickton (f)....
Princeto 5:0 2 p.m
11:10 a.m Zimmerman 4:45 p.m.
11:35 a.m Elk River 4:26 p.m.
12 a.m Anoka 4:05 p.m.
L2.45 p.m Minneapolis 3:25p.m.p.m
1 St. Paul 2:55
on signal
10:18 a. Mllaca 5:25 p.m.
10:23 a. Foreston 5:19 p.m.
11:15 a.m St. Cloud 5:25 p.m.
Tue Thu.andSat Mon. Wed.andFri.
10:45 a.m Mllaca 2:50p.m.
12:30 p. Princeton 1:40p.m.
2:45 p. Elk River... .11:35a.m.
5:00p. Anoka 10:00a. m.
Any information regarding sleeping
cars or connections will be furnished at
any time by
GEO. E. RICE, Agent,
Princeton, Minn.
JSP? Northern.) For St. Paul and Minne
apolis, trains leave at 6:00 A. M. and 11-35 A
For stations west to Williston, N.' via
Crookston 9:53 P. M.
(Northern Pacific.) West bound. North
Coast Limited, 11 50 A. M. (at tank). Minne
sota Local, 10 08 AM. Manitoba Express. 11 47
P. M. (at tank.) East bound, Manitoba Ex
press, 5 40 AM. Twin City Express, 6 02 A. M.
(at tank) Minnesota Local, 4 l4 P.M. North
Coast Limited, 12:48 P.M. (attank,) and at
depot, Sundays.
Bogus BrookO. E. Gustafson Princeton
gorgholmEmil S joberg Bock
Greenbush-R. A. Ross Princeton
Hayland-Alfred F. Johnson .Mllaca
Isle HarborOtto A. Haggberg JBIP
Milaca-Ole E. Larson.... 7*.WW."Mil^a
Milo-R. N. Atkinson .Foreston
ton o#
?nel Princeto
BobbinsC. N. Archearl Vineland
South Harbor-Chas. Freer... cove
*rg .'.Opstead
OnamiaG. H. Carr Onamia
PageAugust Anderson page
F. Tm. P. Neumann Foreston
C. Borden
J- H. ward ::::::::::PrlMi1aca"Princeton
^aldwinH. B. Fisk Princeton
BIse Hill-ChasJ. D. KaUher..."/.".".^^^
Spence Brook
Wyanett-Ole Petersen Wyanett
Livonia-M. Iliff Zimmerman
Sanuago-W. W. Groundrey Santiago
Dalbo-M. P. Mattson Dalbo
Grain and Produce Market.
Wheat, (new) No.'l Northern 74
Wheat, (new) No. 2 Northern 71
Corn Oats(new) WW!'.."
1.25L5Sa^""'. 0
[email protected]
Princeton BolleTllls and Eleralor.
Wheat, (new) No. 1 Northern....
Wheat, (new) No. 2 Northern
Corsn Afi/aAiL
[email protected] 0
Vestal, per sack ja 45
Flour, (100 per cent) per sack..." 2 o
Banner, per sack t'S
Rye flour ixS
Wholewheat (101b. sack).
Ground feed, per cwt on
Coarse meal, per cwt QA
Middling^, per cwt 1*^
Shorts, per cwt on
Bran, per cwt "WW! sg
All goods delivered free anywhere' in Princeton
NO. 92, A. F. & A. M.
KegnlnrcommumcationB.2a and 4th
JJ^ We- needav of oach month.
C. CALEY, Sec'y.
NO. 93, K. of P.
Kegular meetings every Tuesday eve
ning at 8 o'clock.
T.r. A
K. O. T. M.,
Tent No. 17.
Regular meetings every Thurs
day evening at 8 o'clock, in the
Maccabee hall.
NO. 208,1. O. O. F.
Kegular meetings every Friday evening at 8:00
The Rural
Telephone Co.
Lines to Dalbo, Cambridge, Santi
ago. Freer and Olendorado.
13^ Good Service in Princeton and to all
adjoining points. We connect with the
Northwestern Long Distance Telephone.
Patronize a Home Concern.
Service Day and Night.
Princeton, Minn.
Single and Doable Rigs
at a noment*' Notice.
Commercial Travelers' Trade a Specialty.

xml | txt