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THK ENTERPRISE. WEDNESDAY JANUARY 9. m.
THE ENTERPRISE.
T. B. SMITH, Proprietor
WELLINGTON. OHIO.
THE SWORD.
Ore? the mantel hangs the sword,
Bbeatned In scabbard, domed and old;
tad tout, tasseled and faded there,
Clings to the taut; never a word,
All hit battles are left untold
Fighting and blood, or when or where,
The aword speaks not ;' the aword It groat;
BUenee la gold wnon acta are (ate.
Blood, did you any? A;, death on deathl
Who knows? Whoro la the wearer now
He whoso nitUt arm wielded it t lonf
Dnit, with the host that breathed the breath
Of the battle yours, when the natlon'a tow
Foredoomed tho 1 vc of a mill on men.
Bllontt Ah yo I The ma i who led
With uorto onil yondor aword la doadl
Who oati to'l of t Hi-slilng blade?
Who oon;o3-, i in valor it taughlf
Where urc the ranks that followed It
load
Whore aro (bo :!clc'r. t.1 :ar:Ljjo IridT
Where tlm l-.carid iht Ir.cli of It foughtt
On whut i aw 1 written tholr mecdf
Silent the rum ,r.d their Ivm tic-cry,
Thoy rchochclli-njcil tlK'.r fto to dio!
Powerlebi tvj.7 0.1 th) ; united wall
Korrotva f m.ttoa like Its master's hand;
Fli'iL u 10 out c' its tempered stool
S!noo It luy m ;ij mxitcr's pj.ll;
Ilound no ao-o bv tlio rod scurf band
Nonr tho heart Unit It onco could feel;
Never to diIjc d nil tho din.
Or In the T in to loio or to win I
Peooo Is curved nn t!i; rutty sword,
Poaco l wrought in tin si'.ont atone.
Memory-crowned by Lovo's truo art;
Battle and Victory 1 pr.iU no word;
Sword ure thou of t'.ic spirit of one
Wuea death cnsti.-inca In tho reverent
heart:
Love and honor glrum from t'.iy blade
battle unci victory fade and luue!
Httphen II. Thwj,r, in X. Y. J.id'pendmt.
ALLEN GRAY;
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HisEjs'.eijtfKej'sML
BY JOHN S. M03ICI,
ACTHOn or Wjii.Tim D'tow!rtri.n," "HKLKf
LAKKMAN." "UANKEIlOf llKDrORP,"
, amo OiHmi Srowus.
CoptrlQhlti, ikss, bj M A. X. StUogg Xtvt
pcjxr Company.
CHAPTER VL
"OO AWAT, IV VOU VAUJS TOOB Lin."
It was only the noxt day that as A Hon tat
busy at his desk some one cntured, and on
looking up ho saw Mr. Strong again at his
side.
"Don't you think I'd bettor announce
now!" bo asked, loaning over on tho editor's
desk.
" No, I think you had bettor not."
" But ho may git uhoad."
" It would ruin an oUcor to begin the bat
tle before war was doc lurcd."
"Reckln yer right," said Blrong, chang
ing elbows at tho dosk and fixing his green-tab-brown
Cyo upon tbo now oditor as If he
Intended piercing him through with bis
look. "Now yor sartin yo'U give mo the
support 0' tho paper I"
"Of course. The Wattrn KepMk will
give you its support for the oltico of sheriff,
now you cun depend on that."
That's all I az o' it. Now I'll whoop ye
op, ye bet I was gain' to withdraw front
yer conaarn every dollar I had In it, ef ye'd
supported Tom Simmons, but, as it's fur me,
I'm fur it"
" It Is for you."
"Then I'll do aU I kin for the paper," sold
Mr. Htrong, enthusiastically. "Whonover
ye want belp call on ma"
"You miftht greatly aid your own cause
by increasing the inlluenco of the Wuttr
JltpuUie.
"Just tell mo bowl"
"If every man read this paper, thoy
would all be friends to It, and readily obey
Its Instructions. Your announcement and
our advice to the public would reach every
body at the same time, and you would got
ahead of your riv 1."
"That's so; what kin I dot"
"You might pay for a few subscriptions
and send them out to men whom you think
would be or could bo tnado to become en
thusiastic supporters of yours. If you
would only send to twenty-live or thirty
it would be a groat advantage to yourself
and tho iepor."
Mr. Strong was a man who loved money,
yet his personal ambition ovorcame his
Avarice, and bo Increased the circulation of
the It'wter JUiubUe to tho number of
twenty-five. As he went out Allen smiled
and said :
" If there wore only enough ambitious
politicians tho nowspapor businost at
Turley's Point would bo a success."
A merchant camo In at this momont to
blow up the editor for having put his ad
vertisement in an obsruro corner wboro It
would never be seen. Ho had just got the
merchaut pui'ltled when a farmer named
Drown entered to know why tho items sent
la from Hug Creek by his daughter were
not printed.
"They were rrowdiM out, Mr. Brown,"
sold the tired editor.
" Crowded out war they I Ho I 'spose yer
too hlforlutiu tor think o' Ho'? Crock! Ye
mean to crowd us out, d'yol 1 1)0 bunged cf
we don't every ono o' us go agin ye.cf yo go
' to trnntln' us that way."
"I bej your pardon, Mr. Browu, it was
nunvoidublo. Tell your daughter to send
some Items for next nuo earlier, so I can
get them in, end 1 will send you tbo pnpor
free in return."
This to a considerably extent smoothed
tho ruffled temper of (ho couutryinun, and
flattering himself Unit lie bud brought tho
editor to time, by holding ubovo his head
the wruth of Ilog Creek, ho left the office.
Allon had only turned to his desk to re
sume his work when tho oflli-o door was
thrown open, and Joe Lfiun burst la with a
paper In bis hand cnl fury In bis cyus.
"Stop my paper!" ho cried, in a voice of
tbundor. "Cut off my subscription, I say,
cut It off I"
" What is tho ninttcrl" Allon askod, won
dering if he had suddenly gone crazy.
"Cut mo off, I tell yo; I won't have
nothin' to do with yc-ut me off cut mo
off I"
"I beg your pardon, sir, I shall cut you off
With great pleasure, but I should like very
much to know why you have becomo so In
dignant at the WnUr JtrpMe."
"Look at this piece," roared the infuri
ated merchant unfolding and spreading the
paper on the dosk of the editor, and point
ing with a Anger that trembled with sup
pressed rage to a humorous sketch about
bald-beaded merchant who bad bowed legs.
"D'ye see that piece! Now every body la
town knows tow meant me."
. Mr. Inn was deficient In hair on the top
of bis bead, while his Ura were on the ralo
tvw model, and by some strsnirs oolnoi.
Aeae U description in tm aaercn wse
Bonethicf like turn.
I Allea glsnoed at the sketch and began to
'laugh- Mr. Leu became enraged, swore,
ifww Aewa tte taper m4 taraed I
"Hold on, Mr. Lenn; allow mo to show
tou something about that article which has
escaped your observation."
"What!"-be demanded, savagely, as if he
would have liked to annihilate the editor.
" Don't you soe at the bottom of. tho
akotch the words Dotroit Frt iV."
"Yes."
" Well, this article was clipped from that
papor, nud tho writer of It novor hoard of
you, and when I cut it out to use in our pa
per, I did not dream that it would wound
your feelings."
Mr. Lena scratched his bald hoad, and
cursed himself for not having soon It be
fore, Anally, aftor exacting a promise from
tho editor to say nollinig about it, ho left the
office. His namo remained on tho subscrip
tion books, nnd In n fow wocks ho became
Allen's steadfast fric-tid.
That ovcnlug AUcu again found. himsolf
strolliug toward tho (Trout old bouse on the
hill. 0:1, how dear had that pot become to
him. Scarce, a moment passed that the
swcot vision ho had soon on the bluff,
bathed In tho golden hues of tho setting
sun, was not present in his mind. Like a
guurdian uagcl alio seemed hovorlng over
him, sleeping or wiiltiiig. Kvon as ho bout
over his donk, unnoyed by merchants,
harassed by politicians and perplexed with
poets, slio seemed over near, looking over
his shoulder and smiling that sweet angolio
smilo, which he hud ncvor seen on any
other foeo.
He hud uiado many Inquiries about the
mysterious family en tho great bill, but his
interrogatories wero mot with looks or ex
clamations of horror. No ono in tho village
cared to discuss tho subject. Ono day the
largo, dark-whickered man who was repre
sented as ruling supromo at tho stono
house camo through tho village, and Allon
noted tho expressions of terror on tho face
of every 0110 as tho mystorious Btrangcr
pissed. Had he boon a pestilence ho would
not bavo been moro avoided.
" I will not be in timo to witness tho sun
sot from tho bluff," Allon thought, as bo
toilod up tbo hill, " but if I cun only got a
glitnpso of her I shall feel amply repaid for
what I may undergo in climbing this hilL"
Tho tardy moon still lingered below tho
eastern horizon, as if it bod discovered
pleasuut Uclds and scenery, which it was
loth to leave. Tho twilight shades wero
darker in consequence of Luna's absonco
than they would bo in the middlo of tho
night. All about tlio tired editor roso the
great forest.
Allen vividly rocalled his recent Journey
up tho lonu disused turnpike, and wondorcd
If Bertha still wundured tbo rugged paths
about tho spring. Ills flagging footsteps
were quickened with hopes of renewing the
pleasure ho bad experienced on bis first
visit
" Oil, Bertha, will I soe you this evening
again!'' bo involuntarily asked himself as
ho reached tho top of tho great bill and the
stono house burst into vio w.
Vast and sombor in tho solomn gloom of
twilight stood that maminoth pllo, towering
up like some grand old castlo. Allen, to
his surpriso, found himself solzcd by some
strange superstitious dread, and his heart
beating wildly. Ho paused but a moment
nttho fiont of tho houso, and, as he bad
done before, passed around to the roar of
tho building.
Darkness had made a wonderful chango
In tho etono bouso. It seemed more grim,
terriblo and awo-inspiring, and ho could
half boliove that it was really haunted.
Was it becauso thore was no room to drive
those doceitlul shadows away! Or did the
evil splritt conceal themselves within the
dark walls during the daylight, that thoy
might rovel in tbo darkness I He reached
tho rear wall, and, standing at the gate,
gazed through a crock, hoping to see that
beautiful being who bod charmed him on a
former occasion.
Suddenly there rose upon tho air a pierc
ing shriek, which seemed to chill the blood
In his veins. Despite bis courage, Allen
could not refrain from quaking with a
strange, supernatural dread. Before that
awful shriek had died upon tho air, the en
tire bouso seemed lit up with a blozo. It
seomod as if overy window bad becomo a
fountain ot blazing light that illuminated
the woods for a vast distance around.
Did ho soo forms darting hither and thith
er with lightning rapidity, or was it only his
imagination ! But those shrieks and that do
moniocal laughter were no myth.
Suddenly a rear door openod, and a light
form clod in snowy white came flying down
tho garden path. 6ho halted under a large
pear tree within a few feet of the gate
where Allen stood. He heard her sobbing
violently as if somo great griof bad fallen
upon her heart, and rccoguizod her as bis
beautiful acquaintance on tbo bluff.
bho was in distress, and what signified
thut wall or tho danger that might be with
in to tho infatuated Alien! Uo scaled it In
a moment, and dropping to the ground at
bcr sido, said :
" What is it Bcrtba-whathas happened I"
Bortha, completely overwhelmed with as
tonishment, started back aud giuud at bun
" WHAT IS IT, BinTBAl"
for a moment in blank amazement, then
seizing bis arm, sho whispered :
" Oo awuy If you valuo your life. Oh,
Heaven I why did you como bcrol Go-go
go at onco. Don'tdolnya second, for it
may bo too lato even now."
CHAPTER VII.
"YOU MUST SnOW TOOB BAHD."
" I can not go," Allen began.
u You musl-you must I For tho love of
Hcavon do not be found within these fated
walls I" tho boactifiH creature whispered,
frantically pushing him toward tho gate.
Alien Oray wus brave and chlvulrlc Not
even to suvo his own lifo would ho leavo hor
in distress, exposed to some terrible, un
known danger. He was wholly unarmed
and unprepared to meet any dangur, groat
or small, but bo was willing to luce aoavn
itself for hor soke.
"loan not go I will not go and leave
yon In distress and danger," be answered,
in a voice low. but full of determination.
'Oh, madman, why will you stay I Your
prosonoe here Is far more dangerous than
any thing that can befall me. Oo, go, got
If you wdl not go for your own sake, in the
name of the Virgin Mary, go lor mine."
"If my presence Increases your misery
and danger, I will go"
"It does It does," sbe Interrupted.
"But this la very mysterious and trying!
canyon oW
"No, no, not In the name of aU the holy
saint ask nothing of me; do not attempt to
delve into the depths of this terrible mys
tery, but go go at once." The. girl was
weeping and sobbing as If ber heart would
break, and Allen, realizing that bis pres
ence added to hor distress, sprang over trie
wall and wont into the wood near tho gar
den. For a long timo ho lingered about the mys
terious old stone houso. He climbed a troo,
and watched it until tho moon rose. But a
few moments aftor that first blood-curdling
shriek had burst upon the air the mansion
became dark and sllont as the tomb. Not a
sound was board after Allon bad leaped tbo
wall and quitted the grounds.
When tho moon roso, there was an air of
quiet soronlty about tbo old bouse that
gave it tho appearance of n peaceful borne.
Flowers In tho garden were nodding
their perfumed hoods in the evening
breeze, fountains wero playing merrily, the
waters sparkling in tbo moonlight, and all
signs of excitement r.nd terror gone. In
vain ho looked for t ho beautiful girl, she
was nowhero toboECcn. Sho had doubtless
retired withlu tho walb of that gloomy old
bouse. AUcu descended from bis perch in
the tree top and returned to tho village.
His mind was hurrasoed ten times more
than before. Tbo vision of that beautiful
form, perfectly radiant in ber distress and
tears, was constantly in his mind. Those
tearful eyes seemed appealing from some
deep unknown distress which be dared not
fathom.
Bleep was a stronger to his eyes that
night. As bo tossed restlessly upon bis
bed, in the anguish of his soul he cried:
"Oh Bortha Bcrtho can I not may I
not como nnd help you In your distress."
Never until ho hud seen bcr In tears did
Allen understand bis real feelings toward
I 1
1
0B, I'M SO OLAD I rOCSD TOU ALOW 1 1"
this strange, mysterious girl lit twtd Arr.
True, she was surrounded by a mystery
black as midnight; she might, for aught be
knew, have brought her misery upon her
self, but bo loved ber still, although he
knew her not That being from whom the
villagers shrunk as though she was polu
tion itself was the dearest object on earth
to him, and he was willing to lay down his
lifo for hor. '
Night passed, and when morning come be
was astonished at his haggard face as it
was rovealed to him by the mirror. His
hair was not whitened, but bis face was so
changed that be hardly knew himself.
His landlady inquired after his health,
and advised ber favorite remedy for bilious
ness. Allen thanked ber, and assured ber
that be would got along without any med
icine, and aftor a light breakfast went to
tho ofttoo,' His mind was constantly nar
rowed op with thoughts of the sights and
sounds of tho night before. Again and
again did he try to throw the subject from
bis mind, but like Banquo's ghost, it would
not down. He askod himself again and
again for an explanation of the mystery, but
bis reasoning faculties were incapable of
suggesting any.
" Sho U pure and good, be that strange
mystery which clouds hor lifo whatever it
may," sold Allen.
He was sluing at bis desk trying bard
to bring sufficient will-power to bis com
mand to concentrate his mind on tbo bus
iness before bim, when the door of bis
sanctum softly opened, and Miss Hopkins,
with a profusion of smilos and bows, entered.
"Oh, I'm so glad I found you alone," said
Miss Hopkins, in bor most pleasant man
ner, as she seated herself in a chair at bis
side. " I'vo just got tbo first installment of
my story ready for tbo press, and I know
you will be delighted witi it I was aston
ished myself at the story, and laughed and
cried in turns at the funny and pathetic
parts."
Disagreeable as it was under ordinary
circumstances to be bored by this crudo
authoress, Allen almost welcomed boron
this occasion, for tho torture of bor crude
manuscript might direct his mind from
subject that bad become exceedingly pain
ful " Do you think you have a real remarka
ble novel, Miss Hopkins!" he asked.
" I know it, I know it ! Just lot mo read a
fow pages to you."
Bomcbow, amateurs patronizing country
newspapers always insist on reading
their own productions to tbo editor. Like
the first-born infant they are too delicate to
entrust to other than parental hands. Miss
Hopkins begnn :
"THE MYBTKRY OF THE ROCK HOUSE
ON THE HILL;
on,
TBI OnOKT'S LAHT WALK OK TUB BLUff.
A Blorf 0 US ond Ikalh, Lot Qui bupirnat
wro.'" "You sec. I am something like Hawthorne,
delving Into tho supernatural," said Miss
Hopkins, with a smilo which displuyod ber
false teeth.
"Bo I observe; plcuso proceed," said the
editor, trying very hard to bo Interested.
" 'It was a dismally dark night Tho winds
sighed a mournful requiem through the
tree tops, and It was nt thut bewitching
hour when graveyards yawn and ghost
stalk forth The reader paused to
mark the effect on ber hearer. He sut un
moved by tho startling beginning, and sho
askod bim how he liked It. Very well, be
thought, and said "goon." Sbe wont on.
It was a crudo story, full of Improbuble In
cidents, and gnsh ng over with tear-stained
love scenos. The heroine was such a tender
hearted creature, and hod such a tendoncy
to burst into tears, that the reader soon be
came disgusted with such Imbecility, and
was in constant dread of another explosion.
The funny man was a strained character at
best Ho was constantly at bis wit's end to
be witty. In fact the story was flat and In
sipid, and wbllo tbo editor knew ho could
not use It, be bad a groat dollcocy In .ex
pressing his real opinion of it
"What do you think of it, Mr. Oray!" sho
finally asked.
Allen was at a critical point There sat
the authoress before bim, holding the dear
ly beloved creature of her Imagination In
ber band. Ho would as soon think of toll
ing a doting mothor that bor child was ugly
as to express his real opinion of this story
to Miss Hopkins. Hhe had influential
friends, persons of great dopth and acumen,
jrho bail long since discovered a wonderful
etnbryotlo genius In Miss Leotby. -To re
ject her story was to Insult their Intelli
gence and influence, while to publish It was
to make himself the butt of ridicule by all
thinking people. It would require aldllfal
management to steer clear ot bis many
complications, but Allen was equal to the
emergency.
"Wo couldn't publish a sorial story In the
WuUm Jttp bile now, Miss Hopkins," be
said. " Wouldn't it be bettor to send It to
Harper's!"
The reader mny ask what harm the Har
per's had dono him that ho should wish to
millet this punishment on thorn. But we
must reniombor that Allen was only a hu
man being In a great strait Drowning men
will catch at straws, and Allen, like all
other men, was anxious to shift the load be
bore upon tho shoulders of some one else.
Moving uneasily In bor scat, Mla Hopkins
replied:
"I don't think it worth while to sond.thui
to tho Hurpcr's, Mr. Gray, they aro too old
fogyish to even discover truo genius, you
know. Liko all tho established publishers,
theyhavo fct 'to (joing In lines end ruts,
which now gctildo struggles to broult away
from. Ono can't doit with thoso publishers.
Nono of tho largo inajtazlnos ovor dovelop
anything; thoy nro simply ublo to buy the
jcwols which somo poor minor has dug up.
Allot our successful authors make their
start on obscuro publications."
"Ibdliovo you uro mutuknn, Miss Hop
kins. Harper's would read your manuscript
and decide fairly upon it."
"1 am euro they would not" sho per
sisted. "If thoy don't find this out of their
rut, thoy havo Konio opociul fuvorito whose
manuscript Is juKtuhcad of miuo, and they'll
send it back with a primed apology that its
rejection ia not necessarily a lack of literary
merit, but becauso thoy havo something
like it on hand. Thoso New York pubUshors
aro not In sympathy with now outhors."
Miss UopUluo was a woman of literary ex
perience, and was uot to bo Induced to give
Harper's tho infinite plcasuro of rejecting
hor manuscript.
"1 am sorry; but I I really have not
space for your story at present, Miss Hop
kins," said Allen. Being ubio to put but one
interpretation on bis refusal, sho asked:
"Aro you going to commenco ono of Mr.
Barnes' storiesl"
"No, wo can not possibly uso a serial at
prescut" ho nuswered.
"Why!"
"Becauso our people think thatlnordor
to build un this town all spaeo possible
should bo devoted to it Besides, tho fall
election is coming on, and tbo canvuss wld
necessarily domand a groat deal of space."
Miss Hopkins looked very much disap
pointed, but after a lew moments sno saiu:
. " Can you uso a poem occasionally!"
"I think I can."
This only partially repaired bor disap
pointment She declared tho peoplo of Tur
key's Point must be vory ignorant to refuse
sucb a novel as " Tbo Mystery of tho Rock
House on tbo Hill," and bewailed the fate
of struggling genius, held down by the Iron
band of prejudice.
She took her manuscript and left the
office with a look of disappointment and a
heavy heart We console ourselves that
Miss Hopkins is not the only autnor wno
bos mot with disappointments.
Her visit had temporarily led Allen
Gray's mind from tbo subject which bad
becomo so painful, but when sbe was gone
It returned with double force, and all bit
efforts to forgot Bertha, by plunging into
business, wero unavailing. That beautiful
being who bad grown so dear to bis heart
was always present
"Oh, Bertha, Bertha) will this crushing
Weight never be removed!" he askod him
self. His reveries wero Interrupted by the
abrupt opening of bis sanctum door. Mr.
Tom Simmons, with face Inflamed with
anger, boldly entered.
TO Bl COXTIXUED.j
OLD-TIME EXECUTIONS.
now Malefactors Were rut to Death Two
Ilundrwl Year. Ago.
In tbe seventeenth, and eighteenth cen
turies our method of elocutions was most
brutal. Tbero was tbe long rids of tbe
criminal in an open cart, with bis coffin by
bis side, either to Tyburn or to the spot
where bo committed the murder; the cart
was stopped under tho (callows; the rope
was fasteuod round tho criminal's nock, the
carman gave the horse a lash, and tbe
poor wretch was left swaying to and fro,
kicking. If he had frlonds, tbey would try
to shorten bis uony by banging on to bis
legs and beating bis breast, shocking
sight but hanging then was looked upon
as a boliduy spectacle, in which we find tbe
lower class took great interest and evinced
much sympathy with the deceased. For In
stance, Claude Duval, tbe eclcbruted high
wayman, laid In state at the Tangier tavern
In St. Olio's in room bung with black cloth,
the bier covered with scutcheons and with
eight wax candles burning around! He
was buried by torchlight, and was followed
to Covent Oorden Church by a numerous
train of mourners, mostly womaa Mlsson,
a French writer who visited England In the
reign of William lit, says! -He that Is
hang'd or otherwise executed nrst takoe
care to got himself shave d and handsomely
drest, eitbor In mourning, or In the dress
of a bridegroom. This done, he sets bit
friends to work to get Llm leave to be
bury'd and to carry bis coffin with bim,
which Is cosily obtuin'd. When tho suit of
closths, or night gown, his gloves, bat, per
rlwcg, nosegay, coffin, flannel dross for bit
corps, and all thoso things aro broughtand
prepared, tbe main point is takon cure of
bis mind is at peace, and then bo thinks ol
bis conscience. Generally be studios a
speech which be pronounces under tbe gal
lows, and gives in writing to tho shorlff or
the minister that attends bim in his but
moments, desiring that It may bo printed,
boinotimcs the girls dross lu white, with
groat silk scarfs, and carry baskets full of
flowers and oranges, scattering these favor
all the way they go. lint to ropresunt things
as thry really aro, I must uoods own that,
if a pretty many of these peoplo dress thut
gayly and go to it with such an ulr of in
diCtcrenoft, there are many others thut go
slovenly enough and with vory dismal
pbii-jos. I remember, ono day, I saw in tbe
jiarK a nnnusomo giri, very won urunscu,
that wus thon In mourning for bcr fat bor,
wbo hod been hanged but a month before at
Tyburn for false coinage. Bo many coun
tries, so many fashions." (Itntltnun'i Uag-
axlnt.
Upwards of 180 tons of stone hat been
dumped into a six by seven feet bole In a
rood at Wutorhury, conn., witnouv naving
any perceptible effect toward filling It up.
On the contrary, tbo stone seems to have
deepened tbo mystorious bolo, and bow the
"corduroy" process is to be tried. At an
Initial mo vo to tbe lotto r thoy are thrust
ing dead trees Into the opening, which in
turn are to oecoveroa oy a loyor 01 airu
then more trace added, followed again by
dirt, by which time It Is expected the sur
face will almost have been reached, and
good foundation secured.
AccoRDraa to a foreign paper the chief
nt fiwl In America la maize. Prom
the same source we learn of this grain : "It
Is the most lauening 01 au wo oorn piiuiw,
u.i. Ay.1 tm Mlliwt nlmln. and mailt
tares is told at corn flour, matesno, eto.
Tbe narhpe grains are roasted until they
split and are then known at pop corn. Pre
pared m this way tbey are a fsorit food In
the Unltea ."
The Oldest Furniture Store in Town,
'Having had 36 competitors and still lives.
Furniture of all designs can be
had at our rooms at living prices.
Undertaking attended to with the usual
promptness, Jaccompanied by a Funeral
Director.
RET13 A.IXX2TO- .a. specialty,
A. G. & G. L. COUCH.
SPECIAL BARGAINS !
Now offered by
The West Side Grocer.
Regular 60c Golden Syrup 42c per gallon.
Extra fine cooking Molasses at 50 & 60c per gaL
Case's clean sw33p 433 Tobacco at 32o per lb.
The best flour in the world at ordinary prices.
The finest prizes with Baking Powder ever offered
Also Fresh Roasted Coffee, Fresh Oysters, Fresh
Groceries and Provisions of all kinds at the low
est living prices.
Goods Delivered Promptly in the Corporation.
DOLAND'S
Is the best Cart in the market and will ride as
easy with a boy weighing 25 pounds as a man
weighing 250.
"White Bronze Monuments On Top."
The only Monument made that preserves the
record for aes. "Inscriptions always legible."
Buy the Bronze as it does not need replacing.
Port8month.N. II., .White Bronze sol. Over 30,000 now in use in
diers' and Sailors' Monument.
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R. N. GOODWIN, Agt. - Wellington, O.
For the Latest Improved
Ensilage and. Fodder Cutters,
1 and 2-Horse Tread Powers,
Corn and Cob Feed Mills,
Feed Steamers,
Call on
G. E. TOWNSEND,
Wellington,
mm Vk TrtaliMki (at Piles, and
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vt.rt knilsot tlgaturt. Rartly lnurftrln
with th patient's ordinary datlss aud
practically palnlsss. t A. II. te 1:10 P. M. '
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this country. The largest ye
made standing in the States
where granite is be6t known.
Now is a good time to order.
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CHEAPER THAIT
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MONUMENTAL BRONZE COMPANY,
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