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.THE DAILY STAR
Eertie's Chef-D'CEuvre.
'Whatever is the matter with you this
morning, Bertie? ' I asked, as my friend's
restless behavior in the studio we shared
together attracted my attention from
the canvas I was painting. "If you go
on in this fsshion, I'll swear you are ex
cited at having a lord for a patron."
"Patron? He is no supporter of mine,"
ejaculated Bertie, "lie asked ue to
paint hi wife's portrait; I refused. He
presst-d me; I accopted."
"Reason in that; none in the first,
said I. "Lord Wet-ton is rich, of your
own country, and might be a good
friend. Why did you refuse?"
"Becaive I hate Mm!"
The words came from Bertie's lip
with a harshness which showed how bit
ter was his enmity.
"What's the matter with the man?" I
exclaimed.
"Hark," he said abruptly interrupts
ing. "There goes eleven."
"Then I'm off," I remarked; "for
that's the hour Lord and Lady AVeston
have appointed for their sitting."
. Bertie suddenly turned toward me.
"Grayling," he said, earnestly, "do nio
a favor. Remain."
"Willingly, my boy," I laughed, "for
they say his lordship's young wife is
worth looking at. But his lordship him
self may find me de irop."
"What is Lord Weston to me," ho
eoid, scornfully, "This U our studio, not
his. But hush! Tliey are here."
The door opened as he spoke, and our
servant ushered in Bertie's august visit
ors. Making my bow, I retreated behind
ray ease). But what had come over
Bertie? He stood, looking wondrously
handsome, iu his black velvet artist
blouse, but almost as motionless as
death ; whi e he seemed to lean his hand
on his easel for support The next
moment, however, he moved quickly
forward, received his guests with a con
itraint most unusual in him, and mo
tioned them to the places prepared.
As they seated themselves,! took the
opportunity of exHanjiin them. Lord
Vtatou Wiis a dignified, aristocratic man
of over fifty; Lady Weston scarcely
twenty-five, and one of the loveliest
women, I, an artist, had ever looked
upon in life or on cnuvas. The sole draw
back was an almost transparent texture
of her coloiless features.
Gracefully inclining to Bertie, she
moved to the sitter's chair; but she ut
tered no word, nor once looked at him.
My presence having been apologized
for, under a plea that 1 had to finish my
picture for the Academy, the sitting
commenced. During it, I appeared en
gaged with my own work; but, in reality,
occupied with Bertie. What was the
matter? He had taken so little pains
with the poie of his subject that Lord
Weston liAd interposed, and indifferent
ly. Berlte accented SUa'Sti'ins, Be
sides this, from where I stood, I saw his
hand was trembling violently, while the
lines he was milking on the canvas
would have discredited a two-year old
Stmlent. Neither did he often glance at
his subject, and then but rapidly and
with indefinite purpose.
What was making my friend so utter
ly unlike himself?
The moments passed. Lord Weston
talked for the three. His wife never
opened her lips. Bertie scarcely spoke
in more than monosyllables, until rising
abruptly, in a low, hard-voice, he said":
"Excuse me, my lord, Lady Weston is
faint. I fear the studio the smell of
paint has overpowered her."
It was so. Lady Wenton had fallen
back in her chair in a swoon, All was
confusion; restoratives were procured, I
lending my uid, for Bertie stood almost
rudely apart.
"There is a nrvsterv here," 1 reflected.
"Will Bertie tell it?""
When Lady Weston had recovered
jufSciently to descend to her carriage,
her husbaud proposed that, as the faint
smell of oils made tier ladyship ill, Jeer-
tie should finish the portrait at his lord
ship's own house. Bertie instantly and
firmly refused. He declared that he
could not spare the time; but added that
his memory was so eood that the one
kitting Lady Weston had given would be
ufhcient for mm to complete the por
trait. Was he mad? I am certain Lord Wes
ton thought so. I know he did.
"My lord," said Jtsertie, quietly, "in
three weeks you shall see this picture,
make myself answerable that it shall
ive satisfaction."
Bowing, he drew back, and coolly left
me to conduct the Visitors down stairs.
.When I returned, I found the old can-
ras flung aside, and my friend bard at
work oifa new one, with all the grace
and town ws of touch which had made
him renowned.
"Bertie," I said, standing by him,
"What is the meaning of all this? I re
fer to your behavior just now?'
'The hatred of patrouage!" he ans
wered, sharply.
"Nonsense! There is a mystery be
tween you and Lady Weston."
"What?" he exclaimed, flinging down
his brush ; "you hare found it out? Well,
listen; I don't see why I should not tell
you. Two years ay o Lady Weston was
imply Lucie Letter, a clergyman's
daughter, my betrothed. We were to
be married, when lii Weston saw
Lueie, wooed and won her. Her parents
coolly showed me the door, and Lucie
only too readily yielded to their will.
Grayling, it broke my heart, for no man
loved nay, loves woman as I do this
one! When we parted, I said, bitterly:
'Lucie, if ever you cared for me, a sword
ihall pierce through your heart one day!
Whatever occurs to me, remember you
are the cause. The sequel of our love is
to come!" I meant what I said then I
mean what I say now that sword shall
tierce her heart, if she have onel Now,
tkayling, you know all the mystery"
he laughed bitterly "let us say no more
an the subject.
He returned to his easel, and would
not grain revert to the eubiect, but led-
wouRiy he worked at Lady Weston's
portrait, and never had I seen anything
so true, so perfect in color. It was a
masterpiece. It was Bertie's chef
d'oeuvre. There was but one fault. He
placed, and would not remove, a bunch
of withered field-flowers in Lady Wes
ton's baud.
When completed, he wrote, appoint
ing the day and hour for Lord and Lady
Weston to visit the studio, and inspect
the work.
When tho morning arrived, Bertie,
who was unusually grave, asked me to
surrender tohim tho entire use of the
studio until the visitors arrived, when he
begged me, as a favor, to conduct them
to him myself.
He puzzled me, yet I could not refuse
compliance.
Was the sequel coming?
At twelve, punctually, the carriage
drove up, and I escorted lxrd and Lady
Weston to the studio. On entering, to
niv sui'Dritc. I found it. as I imagined.
deserted.
"I fear Mr. Gib-on is absent," I said,
annoyed,; "but it cm only be for a
moment. This is the picture."
We moved toward it, when, instinct
ively, all three recoiled, and Lady Wes
ton uttcrimr a wild scream, fell insensi
ble on the floor.
Before tho easel lay Bertie, his white
face turned upward, his hand resting on
his chest, grasping a bunch of field-flowers,
the original of those in the picture,
They were Lucy Lester's last gift. He
had, indeed, pierced her heart, as with a
sword, for he was dead poisoned by his
own hand!
That evening, far too stunned and
wretched for work, I went to Lord Wes
ton's to inquire regarding her ladyship.
She was ill very ill, with brain fever.
It was months before she was able again
to re-enter society, when she was graver,
and much aged ; while the pallor I had
observed oif her features never quitted
them to her dentil.
This, then, was the sequel to my poor
friend's love story, and a woman's fidel
ity. A Princess' Wedding Presents.
List of presents made to her royal
highness. Princess Fredenca, of Hano
ver, on her marriage: Indian shawls, sil
ver knives, silver forks, silver spoons,
prayer-book and a ring, from the queen;
silver candelabra, from the prince and
princess of Wales; a diamond butterfly,
from the princess of Wales; a diamond
and liipis-Uuuli brooch, from the child
ren of the prince and princess of Wales,
a claret jug, from the duke and duches3
of Connaught; a silver kettle, from
Prince Leopold; salt-cellars, silver muf
fineers, and a diamond and coral brooch,
from Princess Beatrice; a silver tea-service,
from the duke of Cambridge; the
duchess of Cambridge, and the grand
duchess of Mecklcnburg-Strelitz; a read
ing lamp, from Count and Countess
Glcichen"; a silver-gilt bowl, from mar
quis and marchioness of Salisbury; a
gold ten set and salver, from the earl of
Boaconsfield and Lord Rowton; a silver
tea set, irom tue cart ot Astiournham; a
laiiiond and pearl brooch, from the earl
of Bradford; a cookatoo pep-ier-box, from
the countess of Bradford: silver rr.irrorB,
from Sir Ivor and Lady Cornelia Guest;
a desert service, from the six bridesmaids;
a breakfast service, from Lady Geraldine
Somerset; a silver-gilt dish, from Mrs.
Bonalds; a clock, from Col. McNeill; a
post-box, from bir Dighton and Lady
Probyn ; a plush table, from the Hon. A.
G. Yorke; a gold salver, from Mr. Corry;
a prayer-book, from the Hon. Mrs. C.
Eliot; candlesticks, from MUo. Norele;
"The Lover's Tale," from Mr, Tennyson;
two china ornaments and an old silver
chatelaine purse, from Sir John and
Lady Coweil ; a screen and table, from
Lady Londesborough; a guest table,
from the children of Captain and Hon.
C. Eliot; a reading lamp, from the count
ess of Kinnoill.
Killing- a Wild Cat.
Kingston (N. Y ) Cor. New York Sua
For several davs past it had been re
ported that a wild cat was roaming the
woods in the neighborhood of Shanda-
kcn. Two or three persons had seen the
animal, but, being unarmed, did not
dare venture to attack it. On Saturday
afternoon last, as the four-year old child
of Charles Shoonmaker, who lives on the
mountain bordering on 'Greene Comity,
was playing near the house, its mother
heard it scream for help. Running from
the house, she found that the child was
being attacked by some wild animal.
Seizing a heavy stick, she went to the
child's assistance. The wild cat, for
such it was, with eyes sparkling like fire,
jumped for the mother, and fastened its
claws in one of her anus. Being a strong
and courageous woman, she managed to
hurl the animal from her, and by a few
well-directed blows, to end its life. It
measured over five feet from its head to
tip of tail, and weighed twenty-seven
pounds, llie child was oadiy scratched,
aud but for the prompt arrival of its
mother, would have been killed.
A seaman and an officer who have re
cently seen service on the ill-fated
traming-stup, Ataianta, nave made con
tradictory statements respecting the
seaworthy qualities of the vessel. Ac
cording to the statement of the able sea
man, the Ataianta on one occasion, when
on her voyage to Barbadocs rolled 32,
and Captain Stirling is reported to have
been heard to remark that had she rolled
one degree more she must have gone over
and foundered. Further, the Ataianta
is reported by the same seaman as ex
ceedingly crank, as being over-weighted
with ship rig instead of bark, and as hiv
ing aroused the distrust of Captain Stir
ling. On the other hand, the officer af
firms that auriue her first cruise, which
extended from October 18, 1878, to
March 29, 1879, the ship was of teW tried
in sudden and heavy ; squalls, and in
rales of wind, one of which in particu
lar was exceptionally heavy. Under these
circumstances she proved herself to be
an unusually stiff ship, aud very handy.
Captain Stirling did not think her masts
too taut, or that the spread of canvas
was too great, and he possessed every
confidence in his ship a confidence that
was shared by every officer on board.
FOR THE LADIES.
Items of Interest Which Most Concern
the Fair Sex.
All hail to tortoise-shell jewelry.
The favorite stocking is black, either
plain or embroidered.
Black lace poppies with golden hearts
are among the new flowers.
The pretty Louisine silks are again
supplied in pinhead checks.
A pussy's or pug's head, with their re
spective claws, form a . pretty inkstand
an4.peure.st.
A Western paper in endeavoring to
pari phrase hash, calls it eleemosynary
mystery. Try again.
Coats have pockets in all conceivable
places, of all conceivable sizes, and for
no conceivable purpose.
Scotch ginghams come as thin and fine
almost as cambrics, and are delightful to
wear and charming in color.
The gypsy, directoire and cottage bon
nets are all popular according to the
faces that they are to adorn.
New white Hamburg embroideries for
children's summer dresses are in the
open work style called English work.
Skirt braid is no longer rolled. It is
hand-stitched upon the hem, having one
edge below to save the skirt from cutting
out.
White canvas belts of this season are
but an inch broad. Quite a contract
to the "horsey" looking surcingles of last
ye:ir.
In British Columbia a man's history
may be told from his hat. What a his
tory pome of the spring hats would re
late! Indian nainsooks come covered with
pretty dots of various colors. This class
of goods washes well and gives excellent
wear.
Fashionable dairies would not like to
walk Spanish, but they would not make
the slightest objection to dancing
German.
The figured or striped jacket, or close
fitting basqe, which is different from, yet
harmonizes with the dress, is the newest
thing out.
A bodice of a contrasting color is a
great addition to a mountain or travel
ing dress. They used to call them "hug
me tights."
The author of "John Halifax" is in
Eome. She is neither handsome nor
young, but she has beautiful eyes and a
fine expression.
The traveling wraps or poussiers now
being prepared for summer are loose sur
touts, made of mohair, linen, pongee and
summer cheviot.
In spite of the thowy styles the most
distinguished-looking woman is she who
wears the least showy bonnet, provided
the shape is becoming. ,
There are just ten different shades of
colors in one feather, shown by a private
milliner. Private in that sue only
makes for regular customers.
Avoid using an iron to embroidery, as
it spoils the fresh look. It should be
pulled out, or left to dry on a board, be
ing stretched by white tacks.
Macrame lace bags are made out of a
coarse twine. Ihey are very strong and
will bear any amount of use. Lambre
quins are made in the same manner and
trom tue same material.
The old-fashioned, turkey-red prints,
with bright scarlet grounds and flowers
in yellow and black, with a slight dash
of green and blue, have been revived
under the name of Rouge Adrianople
A new fancy in note paper bIiows
spring's delights painted on envelope and
paper. A bunch of luscious eatable-
looking strawberries, a bunch of violets,
or a suft fluffy little bunch of pussie
willows. A man in Lurav County, Virginia,
believes it to be wicked to kiss because
Christ was by this means betrayed. He
husbecn married twenty years and has
eleven children, and has never kissed
spouse or babies.
A very pretty piano-stool cover may
be made by arranging lace in squares al
ternating with squares of colored satin
managing the circle by means of three
cornered pieces, and completing the
cover by means ot a wide lace flounce.
Ladies wear pitchforks, daggers, open
knives and various other civilized art
cles of warfare in their hati and at their
throats. It surely is not many' years
since a certain race sold canned mission
aries, and especially fine specimens they
impaled on pins.
Persian veiling is the novelty in veils
this spring. It is black net or very line
quality edged with Persian colors, or. else
bv rainbow beads. It is quite narrow
and worn as a mask veil or else as the
long scarf that crosses behind the head
and ties in a great bow under the
chin.
Old Madame Rothschild, mother of
the mighty capitalists, died at the age of
ninetv-eight Vears. As she lay in her
last illness, surrounded by her children,
she said to the physician who stood-near,
"Doctor, try and help me." . "Madame,"
he replied, "what can I do? I can not
make you young again." "No," was the
keen-witted reply, "I do not ask to be
made young; f merely wish to continue
to grow old."
' The history of fans is interesting in
the highest degree. Their origin is traced
by some to Kansi, daughter of a'Chinese
Mandarin, and by others to the Sybil of
Cumse. who is said to have used a lau
during the delivery of her oracles. Long
before the days of the sybil, the fan was
sainted on the tombs of Thebes. The
King was represented as surrounded by
his armor-bearers, who fanned him.
Again, there are paintings where the
fans are used to drive away insect irem
the sacrifices. Beni. Disraeli says a Span
ish ladv with a fan might shame the tac
tics of a troop of hone. A lady of the
Court of Louis XV a time when fans
were considered a necessity and often
valued at more than $70 wrote to a
friend in praise of thera : "II serpente, il
voltige, il se reserve, il se deploie, il se
live, il s'abaisse, selon les cireonstances."
Arcttiug- Witb a. Utvtu,
Mark Twain's "A Tramp Abroad."
One day in a dreamy mood Mark
Twain wandered among the woods on
the hills above the Neckar. This new
melancholy Jacques did not find a sub
ject for reflection in "poor bankrupt
deer," but, with his own peculiar vein of
fancy, he discovered something to moral
ize about in the croakinsr of ravens over
head. As au instance of Mark Twain's
powers of imaginative perception, the
passage about the conduct of the ravens
is worth quoting:
"The world waw bright with sunshine
outside, but a deep and mellow twilight
reigned in there, and also a silence so
profound that I seemed to hear my own
breathings. When I stood ten minutes,
thinking and imagining, and getting my
spirit "in tune with , the place,
and in the right mood to enjoy
the supernatural, a raven sud
denly uttered a hoarse croak over my
head. Jt made me start; and then I was
angry because I started. I looked up,
and the creature was sitting on a limb
right over me, looking down at me. I
felt something of the same sense of
humiliation and injury which one feels
when be finds that a human stranger has
been clandestinely inspecting him in his
privacy, and meutally commenting upon
him. I eyed the raven, and the raven
eyed mo. Nothing was said during some
seconds. Then the bird stepped a little
way along his limb to get a better point
of observation, lifted his wings, stuck his
head far down below his shoulders toward
me, and croaked again a croak with a
distinctly insulting expression about it.
If he had spoken iu English he could not
have said any more plainly than he did
say in raven, 'Well, what do you want
here?' I felt as foolish as if I had been
caught in some mean act by a responsi
ble being, and reproved for it. However,
I made no reply; I would not bandy
words with a raven. The adversary
waited a while, with his shoulders still
lifted, his head thrust down between
thein, and his keen bright eye fixed on
me; then he threw out two or three
more insults, which I could not under-:
stand, further than that I knew a por
tion of them consisted of language not
used in church.
"I still made no reply. Now the ad
versary raised his head and called. There
was an answering croak from a little dis
tance in the wood, evidently a croak of
inquiry. The adversary explained with
enthusiasm, and tho other raven dropped
everything and came. The two sat side
by side on the limb and discussed me as
freely and offensively as two great nat
uralists might discuss a new kind of bug.
The thing became more and more em
barrassing. They called in another
friend. This was too much. I saw that
they had the advantage of me, and so 1
concluded to get out of the scrape by
walking out of it. They enjoyed my de
feat as much as any low white people
could have done. They craned their
necks and laughed at me (for a raven
can laugh just like a man) ; they squalled
insulting remarks after me as long as
they could see me. They were nothing
but ravens I knew that -what they
thought about me could be a matter of
no consequence and yet when even a
raven shouts after you, 'What a hall'
'0 pull down vout vest!' and that sort of
thing, it hurts you and humiliates you,
and there is no getting around it with
fine reasoning and petty arguments."
A French Romance.
Eleven vears ago a young Frenchman,
Gilbert by name, and a very ardent re
publican, fell in love with tho daughter
of an Imperialist, and, as the father of
the girl refused his consent to the mar
riage, the young couple determined to
commit suicide. They repaired to a
small town near Paris, and Gilbert, after
shooting his betrothed, attempted to blow
his own brains out. In neither case did
the wounds prove mortal, and the war
breaking out soon atterward, uimert was
not prosecuted, as he had left Paris to
serve in the Army of the Loire. He re
turned to Paris at the outbreak ot the
Commune, served in the National Guard,
was made prisoner when the Versailles
troops entered the city and transported
to New Caledonia.
During his absence his betrothed had
been induced by her father to marry a
wealthy merchant, and is now the moth
er of a numerous family, her husband
having no suspicion of the antecedent
events. Gilbert was included in the am.
nestv granted a few months ago, and he
returned to Paris the other day only to
be arrested on the charge of attempted
homicide. It appears, however, that the
trial will not be brought to an issue, the
public prosecutor being of opinion that
the proceedings can not be carried on
without putting into the witness-box the
ladv whom Gilbert attempted , to kill.
To do this would be to blast her charac
ter. and perhaps to Dring about her sep
aration from ber husoand, and so the
minister of justice has authorized the
public prosecutor to desist from further
proceedings.
infant Attacked y a Cat.
Winona (Mlr.n.) Republican. I
A sad and singular affair happened in
the lower part of the city on Thursday
afternoon, about 6 o'clock, at the house
of Mr. Heinrich Wendt. Mrs. Wendt
was engaged in some work outside the
door, when she heard her baby scream
an infant of about two months. Has
tening in, the anxious mother was met
by the cat, which ran on Mrs. Wendt's
approach. The mother, to ber horror,
found that the cat had been trying to
eat the child. The skin and flesh on
either side of its little forehead were
torn and bleeding, the cat having actu
ally gnawed through to the skull. The
baby's liands were also scratched badly,
indicating that an effort had been made
to protect itself in its feeble way. It
was in a low condition to-day, having
had spasms thus roeranjr from the severe
hock. The cat was killed.
AGRICVlrVHAt. CejIME.1T.
The Has la ih Wad Box Expiatat
Afcaiit Winter Wheat.
IBurdettetn the Hawkey. V
"The wheat never looked better, re
marked the sad passenger, gazing; out of
the window.
"Where is there any wheat?" asked
the fat passenger.
"I don't know," was the calm reply,
"I donit really know that there is any
wheat in Wyandotte County, but every
body always talks about the wheat look
ing finely at this time of tho year,, and I
know that it must be the proper thing
to say."
"That is wheat in the field on our
right," said the man on the wood box.
"That green stuff?" echoed all the
other passengers, rushing to the window.
"Yes," he replied,, "that bright, dark,,
green stuff."
"Why," they chorussed again, in dis
appointed tones, "it looks like grass!"
"I thought wheat was yellow," said
the passeuger with the sandy goatee;
"don't they always talk about the yellow
fields and the golden grain?"
"ThatVwhen it is ripe," exclaimed
the man on the wood box.
"Wheat yellow when ifs ripe?" in
credulously cried the sad passenger. "I
guess you're thinking of corn meal. How
could they make white bread out of
yellow wheat?"
"There are two kinds of wheat, aren't
there?" asked the tall, thin passenger.
"Yes," said the man on the wood box,
"spring and winter."
"How do they differ?"
"Well," the man on the wood box said,
"spring wheat is planted in the spring, ,
and winter wheat is planted in the win
ter." "I have heard fanners talk of fall
wheat," the fat passenger said.
"Yes," the man on the wood box as
sented. And then in answer to their
looks of inquiry ho added, "it is planted
in the falL"
"I thought," the passenger with the
sandy goatee remarked, "that spriug
wheat was planted in the fall and har
vested in the spriug?"
The man on the wood box said: "Yes
he believed, come to think of it, that
was the way of it."
"And winter wheat, then," the sad
passenger suggested, is planted in the
spring and harvested in the winter?"
The man on the wood lx shifted un
easily in his seat aud looked nervously
up and down tho car.
"Well, yes," he said, he "guessed it
was that way."
"Then fall wheat," asked the fat pas
senger, earnestly.
And the man on the wood box bit the
end of a match, took oft' his hat and
looked into it, and finally said he be
lieved it wasn't planted until next fall.
"Then you got three crops of wheat
said the sad passenger, "oif the same
field in one year?"
The man on the wood box said "yes."
but so faintly that he had to repeat it
twice before they could all hear him.
"Which is the best wheat?" asked the
tall thin passenger.
The man on the wood box was heard
by a strange passenger to whisper to the
stove-pipe tnat "ne wisnea ne was ueau,
but he rallied a little and said:
"For bread?"
"Yes, for bread?"
Tbe man on the wood box opened his
mouth to reply, when he caught the eye
of the woman who talks bass fixed upon
him with a strange, intense expression.
He got off hisperch, walked down the
aisle to the diffused and abandoned
water tank, looked around for the long
lost tin cup, drew some hypothetical
water into it out of the empty tank,
took a long drink of nothing out of it,
and as he came back to his seat, the sub
dued croak of the woman who talks bass
and the composed countenances of the
other passengers convinced him they
had been laughing aoout something.
But he didn't seem to care what it was
about, for he didn't ask, and presently
he drew his hat down over his eyes and
dissembled sleep.
When lion Feel Mean
Take Kidney-Wort, advertised in another
column, it acts energetically on the bow
els and kidnevs at the sums time, and so
currs a host of diseases caused by the inac
tion ot these organs. If you are out of fix.
buy it at your druggist's and savea doctor's
bill.
BUILDER.
JOHN WINTEKBUM,
CONTRACTOR & BUILDER.
Jobbing rromptly Attendee to.
Shop Nor. 17 and 19 Freeman Avenue, Real
aenoe wo. zi Freeman Avenue.
ALSO. JACK SCREWS FOR HIRE.
MINING STOCK.
The Good Luck Mining an1 Mill
ing Company, of Colorado.
Capital $3,000,000, in 200,000 Shares
of $10 Each. Full Paid. Son
Assessable.
The valuable properties now owned by this
Company are situated In Clear Creek County.
State of Colorado. The undersigned, ou behalf of
the owners, now offers a limited amount of this
stock for sale ot One Dollar and V lfty Ceau ($1 M)
per share, owners reserving tbe right to advance
Drlee at any time.
SW Pamphlets and Descriptive Hap may be
seen at ray onice, ot wiu ne asm to appnumui.
AU denied tnlounatioa will M lunilsbea by
ALBERT WETTER
Fiscal Aeent.
V. W. Cor. Third andTvalnut Streets.
CTKC1NKATT, OHIO,
BROKERS.
LEA, STERRETT & CO.,
BROKERS,
it West Thlra Street, Cincinnati
Buy and sen Stocks, Bonds en ItaarU at New
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BONKOCINE.
BONKO CINE
(Tttdeltvk).
Cures Gonorrhea and Gleet la tarn cue to tour
days; no change 01 diet or internal trrntmrnr.
Burn thiiiK. Ask Tourdraeelst toUL BOKKOCIMK
CO., sole proprietor Office and Laboratory 30
viae sue).
CARBOLINE.
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