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THE SCARLET LETTER.
BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE. BEGUN TUESDAY, AUGUST 30. Back numbers may be had at the Evening Journal Counting Room. j I l,.!i!' un.™ wmi.nnd u^n hoîdSm vo-urlm- ! u wurlet A a« the brand of adultery, hUuuIh | r p^rÂlahnr'oiVZ^iîrvxto^ 1 ;.'« , to name tho fiuh-jr of iu*.r mild, she will not ^tl'n«mt to e.Â n tho^n rt î5 U pii%Â i Ht* la Hoger ChllliiiLwortri, a wanderer whom j ha-liimn ad years before t:i Euglnud. ' wltffi-w to keep Idsidunttty B'-crel, IS and -- fflter leaves tho prient, mid lives in re it wit I. her child. vt—Th« authorities • to take the child from its mother.Rev. in* lilmuiestlrth* preveutt* it. VI i—Hotter | a,0 (ÇhltynK*H<»rih becomiw physician to Uisnaiu*» j ....ihile, who ih an invalid, and ^oea to live lu » t n adjoining the rniulhter's. So on the * vstwyaaoeeudsthrough I« chapters, each one. liOuterest to tho end. SYNOPSIS. îJ ;.i [*X\ in -j The unfortunate physician, while uttering these words, lifted his hands with a look of horror, as if ho liad be held some frightful shapo, which ho could not recognize, usurping tho place of his own image in a glass. It was one of those momenta—which sometimes oc cur only at the interval of years—when a man's moral aspect is faithfully re vealed to his mind's eye. Not improba bly, ho had never before viewed himself as bo did now. "Hast thou not tortured him enough?" said Hester, noticing the old man's look. "Has ho not paid theo all?" "No! no! Ho has hut increased the debt!" answered tho idiysician; and as ho proceeded his manner lost its fiercer characteristics und subsided into gloom. "Dost thou remember me, Hester, as 1 was nine years agone? Even then 1 was in the autumn of my days, udf^was it the early autumn. Hut all my life had been made up of earnest, studious, thoughtful, quiet years, bestowed faith fully for tho increase of mine own knowledge, and faithfully, too, though this latter object was but casual to the other—faithfully for tho advancement of human welfare. No life laid been more peaceful and innocent than mine; few lives so rich with benefits conferred. Dost thon remember me? Was 1 not, though yon might deem me cold, never theless a man thoughtful for others, craving little for himself—kind, true, just and of constant, if not warm affec tions? Was I not all this?" "All this and more," said Hester. "And what am 1 now?" demanded he, looking into her face and permitting tho whole evil within him to lw written on his features. "I havo already told thee what I am! A fiend! Who made me so?" "it was myself!" cried Hester, shnd tiering: "It 'was I not less than he. Why hast thou uot avenged thyself on me?" "I have loft theo to tho scarlet letter," replied Roger Chilliugworth. "If that havo not avenged me 1 can do no more!" Ho laid his Unger on it with a smile. "It has avenged thee!" answered Hes ter Frynno. "I judged no loss," said the physician. "And now, what wonldst thou with mo touching tliis man?" "1 must reveal tho secret," answered Hosier firmly. "Ho must discern thoc in thy true character. What may be the result, I know not. But this long debt of confidence, duo from me to him, whose bane and ruin 1 havo been, shall at length bo jiaid. So far as concerne tho overthrow or preservation of his fair fame and his earthly state, and per chance his life, he is in thy hands. Nor do I—whom the scarlet letter has dis ciplined to truth, though it bo the truth of red hot iron entering into the sonl— nor do 1 perceive such advantage in his living any longer a life of ghastly empti ness that 1 shall stoop to implore thy mercy. Do with him as thou wilt! There is no good for him—no good for me—no good for thee! There is no good for littlo Fcnrl! There is no path to guide us out of this dismal maze!" "Woman, I could well nigh pity thee!" said Roger Chilliugworth, unable to re strain a thrill of admiration, too, for there was a qualify almost majestic in tho despair which sho expressed. "Thou hadst great elements. Peradvcnture, hadst thou met earlier with a better love than mine, this evil had not been. 1 pity theo for tho good tliat has been wasted iu thy nature." "And 1 theo," answered Hester Frynne, "for tho hatred that has transformed a wi«c and just mau to a flond! Wilt thon yet pnrge it out of thto and bo onco ntr.ro human? If not for his sako, then doubly for thine own. Forgive, and i-ij-i' leave his further retribution to the Pow that claims it 1 said, but now, that !■>»« them could bo no good event for him or " A tljce or me, who are hero wandering to -r i. get her in this gloomy maze of evil and A* 1 AftiiShling at every step over the guilt ,it vrtA'iewitii wo havo strewn our path. It is not so! Thero might bo good for theo, and thee alone, since thou hast been deeply wronged, and hast it at thy will to pardon. Wilt thou give up that only privilege? Wilt thou reject that priceless benefit?" "Peace, Hester, peace!" replied tho old man, with gloomy sternness. "It is uot granted mo to jwirdon. i have no such power as thon teilest mo of. My cld faith, long forgotten, comes back to mo and explains all that we do and nil we suffer. By thy first step awry thou didst plant tho genu of evil, but since that moment it has all been a dark necessity. Ye that have wronged me not sinful, save in a kind of typical illusion; neither am i flendlike, who havo snatched a fiend's^ office from his hand ■. flower blossom as it may! Now go thy ways, and deal ns thou wilt with yonder man." Ha waved his hand and betook him self again to his employment of gather ing herbs. • • » "Be it sin or no," said Hester Frynne bitterly, ns she still gazed after him. "1 hate the man!" Sho upbraid«! herself for the senti ment. but could not overcome or lessen it. Aliemptiug to do so she thought of those long past days in a distant laud, .'ll'" Bet tho Mack It is our fate. wlieii lie used to emerge at eventide from the seclusion of his study and sit down in the firelight of their home and in the light uf her nuptial Kiuilo. Ho liooilod to bask himself in that.smile, ho said, in order that too chill of su muny lonely ,lüUr ' s * un , on » , hi f 1,ouk8 mi « llt ** t » kea off tho scbol&r h heart. onco ;> j.i n.-s> n ■< I not otherwise than happy, | 11 . . . but now, as viewed through tho dismal medium of her subsequent life, they .... i clusscu themselves among her ugliest remembrances. She marveled how such _i*.*,.« i. « _ _ « , scenes could havo been. She marveled fof.w she could ever have been wrought upon to marry him. Sho deemed it her crime most to bo repented of that she had over endured und reciprocated the lukewarm grasp of Ida hand, and had suffered the smile of her lips and eyes to mingle and melt into his own. And it seemed a f ouler offense committed by Roger Chilling worth than any which hail since been done him that, in the time when her heart knew no better, ho Lad persuaded her to fancy herself happy by his side. "Yes. I hate him!" repeated Hester, more bitterly Ilian before. , "He be trayed mo! Ho has done me worse wrong than 1 did him!" Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart! Else it may bo their miserable fortune, as it was Ro*»er Chillingworth's, when some mightier touch than their own may have awakened all her sensibilities, to be re proached even for the calm content, tho marble image of happiness, which they will havo imposed upon her as tho warm reality. But Hester ought long ago to have doue with this injustice. What did it betoken? Had seven long years under tho torture of the scarlet loiter indicted Such scenes had ! so much of misery and wrought out ua repentance? The emotions of that brief space, while she stood gazing after tho crooked figure of old Roger Chilliugworth, threw a dark light on Hester's state of mind, revealing much that she might not oth erwise have acknowledged to herself. He being gone, sho summoned back her child. • • » mesdalo, at whatever risk of present pain ] or ulterior consequences, tho true char- [ CHAPTER XII. PASTOR AND PARISHIONER. Hester Frynno remained constant in her resolve to make known to Mr. Dim «ctcr of the man who had crept into his intimacy. Fop several dais, however, she,vainly sought nn opportunity of ad dressing him in some of the meditative walks which she know him to ho in the habit of talcing along the shores of the peninsula or on the wooded hills of tho neighboring country. There would have been no scandal, indeed, nor peril to the holy whiteness of tho clergyman's good fame hail sho visited him iu his own study; where many a penitent, ere now. bad confessed sins of perhaps as deep a dye as the one betokened by tho scarlet letter. But, partly that she dreaded tho secret or undisguised interference of old Roger Chilliugworth, and partly that her conscious heart imputed suspicion where none could havo been felt, and partly that both the minister and site wonld need tho whole wide world to breathe in while they talked together— fur all these reasons Hester never thought of meeting him in any narrower privacy than beneath the open sky. At hist, while attending in a sick chamber, whither the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdalo had been summoned to make a prayer, she learned that he had gone the day before to visit tho Apostle Eliot among his Indian convert«.. Ho wonld probably return by a certain hour iu the afternoon of tho morrow. Betimes, therefore, the nest day Hester took littlo Pearl, who was necessarily tho companion of all her mother's expe ditious, however inconvenient her pres ence, and set forth. The road, after tho two wayfarers had crossed from tho peninsula to tho main land, was no other than a footpath. It straggled onward into the mystery of the primeval forest. This hemmed it in so narrowly and stood so black and dense on either side, and disclosed such Im perfect glimpses of the sky above, that to Hester's mind it imaged not amiss tho moral wilderness iu which sho had so long been wandering. The day was chill and somber. Overhead was a gray expanse of clond, slightly stirred, however, by a breeze, so that a gleam of dickering sunshine might now and then be seen at its soli tary play along the path. This flitting cheerfulness was always at tho farther extremity of some long vista through the forest. The sportive sunlight— feebly sportive at best in tho predomi nant pensiveness of the day and scene— withdrew itself as they came nigh, and left tho spots where it had danced the drearier because they had huped to Und them bright. "Mother," said little Pearl, "the sun shine does not love you. It runs away and hides itself because it is afraid of something on your bosom. Now, seel There it is, playing, a good way off Stand you hero, and let mo run and catch it. 1 am but a child. It will not flee from me, for 1 wear nothing on my bosom yet." "Nor ever will, my child, 1 hope," said Hester. "And why not, mother?" asked Pearl, stopping short, just at the beginning of her race. "Will not it come of its own accord, when 1 am a woman grown?" "Run away, child," answered her mother, "and catch the sunshine! It will soon bo gone." Pearl sot forth u\ a gruat pace, and, as Hester smiled to perceive, did actually catch the sunshine, and stood laughing iu the midst of it, all brightened by it» splendor and scintillating with the vi vacity excited by rapid motion. • * • When her elf child had departed. Hester Frynne made a step or twu to 1 ward tho track that led through the for est. but still remained under the (let [; shadow of tho trees. She beheld the minister advancing along the path en tirely alone and leaning on a stall which he had cut by the wayside. Ho looked haggard and feeble and betrayed a nerveless despondency in his air which laid never so remarkably charac terized him in his walks about «lie set tlement, nor in any other situation where ho deemed himself liable to me tice. Here it was woefully visibly, in this intense seclusion of the forest, which of itself would have boon a heavy trial to the spirits. There was a listless ues» in Ins gait, as if lie saw no reason tor taking one step farther, nor felt any desire to do so. but would have been glad, could ho be glad of anything, to Bing himself down at the root of the noarcKt true and lie there pastJivo for evermore. The leaves might bestrew him ami the t»uil gradually accumulate "ad «fin » Kttle hillock over his frame, no matter whether there were life in it or no. Death was too definite an object to lie wished for or avoided. To HeSter's eye the Reverend Mr. Dimir.osdale exhibited no symptom df positive and vivaçious suffering except that, as litllo Pearl had remarked, he kept his hand over his heart. Slowly as the minister walked, he had almost gone by before Hester Frynno could gather voice enough to attract his observation. At length she succeeded. "Arthur Dimmcsdale!" she said faint ly at first: then louder, but hoarsely ••Arthur Dimmesdalo!" "Who speaks!" answered the minis 1er. Gathering himself quickly up, ho stood more erect, like a man taken by rurprise in a mood to which ho was re luctant to havo witnesses. Throwing his eyed anxiously in tho direction of tho voice, he indistinctly beheld a form uu der the trees clad in garments so som ber und so little relieved from the gray twilight into which the clouded sky and tiio heavy foliage leal darkened the hoontide. that he knew not whether-, it were a woman or a shadow. It may b« that his pathway through life was haunted thus by a specter that had stolen out from among his thoughts. He made a step Higher and discovered the scarlet letter. "Hester! Hosier Frynne!" said fee. "Is it thou? Art thou iu life?" "Even so!" she answered. "In such life as has been mine these seven years past! And thou, Arthur Dimmosdale. dost thou yet live?" It was no wonder that they thus ques tioned one another's actual and bodily existence and even doubted of their own. So strangely did they meet in the dim wood that it was like the first eucouutei in tho world beyond the grave of two spirits who had been intimately con nected in their former life, but now good coldly shuddering in mutual dread, ts not yet familiar with their state, nor wonted to the companionship of disem bodied beings. Each a ghost and awe stricken at tho other ghost! They were awestricken likewise at themselves be cause the crisis Hung back to them their maottamiMt anil revealed to each heart its history and experience, ns life never does except at such breathless epochs. The soul beheld its features iu the mir ror of the passing moment. It was with fear and tremulously, and, as it were, by a slow, reluctant necessity, that Ar thur Dimmosdale put forth his hand, chill as death, und touched tho chill band of Hester Frynne. Tho grasp, cold as it was, took away what was dreariest in the interview. They now felt themselves at least inhabitants of the samp sphere. Without a word more spoken—neither he nor sho assuming tho guidance, but with nn unexpressed consent — they glided hack into the shadow of the woods, whence Hester had emerged, and sat down on the heap of moss where sho and Pearl had before been sitting. When they found voice to speak it was at first only to utter remarks and inquiries such as any two acquaintances might havo made about the gloomy sky, the threat ening storm and nest tho health of each. Thus they went onward, not boldly, but step by step into the themes that were brooding deepest in their hearts. So long estranged by fate and circum stances, they needed something slight and casual to run before and throw open tho doors of intercourse, so that their real thoughts might bo led across the threshold. After awhile tho minister fixed his eyes on Hester Prynno's. "Hester," said he, "hast thou found peace?" Sho smiled drearily, looking down upon her bosom. "Hast thou?" she asked. "None—nothing hut despair!" ho an swered. "What else could 1 look for, be ing what 1 am, and loading such a life as mine? Were 1 an atheist—a man de void of conscience—a wretch with coarse and brutal instincts—1 might have found peace long ere now. Nay, 1 never should have lost it! But as matters stand with my soul, whatever of good capacity there originally was in mo, all of God's gifts that were tho choicest have become the ministers of spiritual torment Hester, I am most miserable!" "The people reverence theo," said Hester. "And surely thou werkest good among them! Doth tliis bring theo no comfort?" ■'Mure misery, Hester!—only tho more misery!" answered the clergyman, with a bitter smile. "As concerns tho good which 1 may appear to do, 1 havo no failli in it. It mast needs bo a delusion. What can a ruined soul like mino effect toward the redemption of other souls?— or a polluted soul toward their purifica tion? And ns for tho people's reverence, would that it were turned to scorn and hatred! Can -t thou deem it, Hester, a consolation that 1 must stand up in my pulpit and meet so many eyes turned upward to my face, as If tho light of heaven were beaming from it!—mnstr.ee my Cock hungry for (ho truth and listen ing to my words as if a tongue of Pentecost were speaking!—and then look inward and discern the 1 black reality of what they idolize? 1 havo laughed, in bitter ness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what 1 seem and what 1 am! And satan laughs at it!" "You wronged yourself iu this," said Hester gently. "You have deeply and sorely repented. Your sin is left behind you iu tho days long past. Your pres ent life is not less holy, in very truth, than it seems iu people's eyes, la there no reality in the penitence thus sealed • and witnessed l>y good works? And | wherefore should it not bring you peace?" •*No, Hester, no," replied the clergy- j ter, It I is cold and dead and can do nothing for i n me. Of penance 1 have had enough. ; Of penitence there hits been none. Klse | 1 should long ago have thrown off these | garments of mock holiness and have shorçn myself to mankind as they will j see mo at tho judgment seat. Happy are yon, Hester, that wear the scarlet I letter openly upon your bosom. Mine burns in secret. Thou little knowest j what a relief it is, after tho torment of ! a seven years' cheat, to look into un eye j that recognizes me for what I am. Had man. "There is no substance in it. I one friend—or were it my worst cue- | | my—to whom, when sickened with tho praises of all other men, 1 could daily i, betake myself and bo known as the | t ' vilest of all sinners, methinks my soul might keep itself alive thereby. Even ;lH thus much of truth would save me. i , Hut now it is all falsehood—all empli- | a his long restrained emotions sc veho- ! ment ly as he did, his words hero offered 1 t lier tho very point of circumstances in which to interpose what she came to say. I 1( Bhe conquered her fears and spoke. ; "Such a friend as thou hast even now j wished for." said she, "with whom to weep over thy sin thou hast in me tho partner of ill" Again she hesitated, but brought out tho words, with an effort, •Thou hast long hud such an enemy, and d wollest with him under the same ness—all death!" Hester Frynno looked into his face, but hesitated to speak. Yet, uttering 1 in roof!" The miniiiter started to his feet, gasp tug for breath and clutching at his heart ,xs if ho would havo tom it out of his bosom. "Hal What sayest thou?" cried ho. | "An enemy! and under mino own root! | What moan you? ■r> Hester Frynno was now fully sensible 0 of tho deep injury for which she was re sponsible to this unhappy man in per mitting him to lie for so many years, or, i indeed, for a single moment, at tho mercy of one whose purposes could Uot bo other than malevolent. Tho very contiguity of his enemy, beneath what ever mask the latter might conceal him self, was enough to disturb tho magnetic sphere of a being so sensitive as Arthur Dimmesilale. There had boon a iperiod when Hester was less alive to this con sideration; or perhaps in tho misanthro py of hcr owm trou Ido she loft tho minis ter to bear what she might picture to ■'herself as a more tolerable doom. But of late, since tho night of his vigil, all her sympathies toward him had been both softened and invigorated. She now read his heart more accurately. She doubted not that the continual presence of Roger Chilliugworth—the secret poison of his malignity infecting all the air about him—and his authorized interference as a physician with the minister's physical and spiritual infirmities—that these bad opportunities had been turned to a cruel purpose. By means of them the suffer er's conscience had been kept in an irri tated state, tho tendency of which was no.t to cure by wholesome pain, hut to ilioorgnniso and corrupt Uis spiritual being. Its result on earth could hardly fail to bo insanity, and hereafter that eternal alienation from tho good and true, of which madness is perhaps the earthly type. Such was tho ruin to which sho had brought the man once—nay, why should wo uot sjieak it—still so passionately loved! Hester felt that the sacrifice of tho clergyman's good name, and death itself, as sho had already told Roger Chilliugworth, would have boon infinite ly preferable to tho alternative which she had taken upon herself to choose. And now, rallier than havo had this grievous wrong to confess, sho would gladly have lain down on the forest leaves and died there at Arthur Dinuucs I j once out of au abysa of sadness, but no I dole'tffect. "O Arthur," cried she, "forgive mot In all things else 1 havo striven to bo true! Truth was the one virtue which 1 might have held fast, and did hold fast through all extremity, save when thy good, thy life, thy fume, wore put in question! Then I consented to a de ception. But a lie is never good, even though death threaten on tho other side! Dost thou not see what 1 would say? That old man, tho physician—ho whom they call Roger Chilliugworth—ho was my husband!" Tho minister looked at her for an in stant with all tho violence of passion which—intermixed, iu more shapes than one, with his higher, purer, softer qual ities—was, iu fact, tho portion of him which the devil claimed and through which ho sought to win tho rest. Never was there a blacker or a fiercer frown than Hester now encountered. For tho brief space that it lasted it was a dark transfiguration. But his character had boon so much enfeebled by suffering that even its lower energies wore inca pable cf more than a temporary Sniggle. Ho sank down on the ground aud buried bis face in his hands. "I might havo known it," murmured he. "I did know it! Was not tho secret told mo in tho natural recoil of my heart at tho first sight of him, and as often as I have seen him since? Why did 1 not understand? O Hester Frynne, thou little, little knowest all the horror of this thing! And tho shame!—the indol icacyi—tho horrible ugliness of this ex posure of a sick and guilty heart to tho very eye that would gloat over it! Wo man, woman, thou aro accountable fur this! 1 cannot forgive thee!" "Thou shall forgive mo!" cried Hester, flinging herself ou tho fallen leaves be side him. shall forgive!" With sudden and desperate tenderness sho threw her anus around him and pressed his head against her bosom, lit llo caring though his cheek rested on tho scarlet letter. Ho would have re leased himself, but strove in vain to do so. Hester wonld not sot him free lest he should look her sternly iu tho face. All tho world hail frowned on her—for seven long years had It frowned upon this lonely woman—and still she bore it all, nor ever onco turned away iter lirm, sad eyes. Heavqn likewise had frowned npon her and she had not died. But the frown of this pale, weak, sinful and sor row stricken man was what Hester could "Let God punish! Thou not boar and live. "Wilt thou yet forgivo mo?" sho re peutod over and over again. " W ill thou uot frown? Wilt thou forgivo?" "I do forgive you. Hester," replied tho minister at length, with a deep utter anger. "I freely forgive you now. May God forgive ns both! Wo are not, Hes ter, the worst sinners in tho world. There is one worse than even tho pol n u-d priest. That old man's revenge has been blacker than my sin. He has violated, in cold blood, the sanctity of a human heart. Thou and i, Hester, -Nevar, never!" whispered she. -what wo did had a consecration of its ow «. wlc h oilier! Hast thon forgotten il?" ••Hush. Hester!" said Arthur Dimities q^e, rising from tho ground. "No; 1 have not forgotten!" never did so." Wo felt it sol Wo said so to They sat down again, side by side and tl nJ clasped in hand, on tho mossy u-imk of the fallen tree. Life had never i, rilU ght them a gloomier hour. It was t ' m , j m i„t whither their pathway had so loMR lK ,,. n tending and darkening ever ;lH it 8t ole along, and yet it inclosed a , i mrm that made them linger upon it ttu( j c i a j,„ another and another and after all another moment. Tho forest was obscure around them anW creaked with a blast that was passing through it. ■jhe boughs were tossing heavily alwve t ] u .| r while one solemn old tree Rrolvm d dolefully to another, as if toll 1( , K t i, t< Rm i B Utry <Jf lU pair that sat be neath or constrained to forebode evil to CO1110. [Continued Tomorrow.! ITEMS OF INTEREST. Sim «topped the 1 >>r-e car, «ml upon reach. g t he crowded platform attempted taue« f the wroniT »Mp. 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And id iiiMiilt to injury, «meof tho prof«*« wim hard i»f hearing, w» timt I had to reiwat iu a very loud loneovorytlUug I did not know." - Fliegende Blatter. •r* lo Autumn In til« Mountain«. Th« Important announcement Ih made llint Ih-i-r Part w ill remain open until October ist, und Oakland until !-«plcitib«r SSnd, thus sHording nn opportunltY to «pend Suplomhi-r, the most delightful month,In the Alleghenies. The luxuriant milage of the iqntmiaina Is then In its autumnal glory, wild flowers «Ultimi, and game and tlsh are plentiful, j V.-M dialed blinded Express trains of I Baltimore and Ohio Itailrnud between the r as 1 and West «top at both resorts. Pullman parlor or steeping cars on all trains. ui U«) In m«5 Fm Köln« to a wel ding tomorrow* Mi>* Van P«sir* t«* !♦«• nmrried tn rsniiie ft')laii. you know, Lut 1 cawn't think of til« confouncit'd nanu .'' ' Why. old man* you're to to marry her yourself." "By .lov«*, I am. W j you've got."—Clilcugo Ne we Record. "Ali, me* valet Ailvlce I« Hiin.ekerper«. The place In tmyrmir prime oyalen whole «ate or reiuil I« al Cox«*» it>«tir Bay, south east corner Third ami Van Buren street«. All nxsiers «re «ht|i|iei1 itireit from the oyster bnls, a uti are openeil by exovrlenml hmels. anil ail order« tilled and delivered [mmi;. 1 1 > Up special delivery vvmton«. Boarding houses and hotels supplied at s|>ecinl rates. I)« not forget tho telephone No. îihl. Henry— "I meant to call on you luHt evening, Mary, but really, I I fact 1« I don't know \\'nat to «»ff«*r a* mi exeum»." Mary don't feel annoyed, Henry. Any ex«*u can* to offer will be amid) nuiHcicnl,"— Uoolmi TiMUscript. (Mi W, C. 1>. R. K. Sprint* clothing <•)* fined and ivpAlrod Skilled workmen. No. »11 Market Htnnu Count Fetor von Strubel (fust arrived in Kiitfland in time for her Urace'M comerl) "At b. Tot« lie*-'! How in il Mit in Knkh'itd your lallt** nr© *ob lamuriful und your rheu dlenien Mill oekl>T' Hcr Unie«« *'Tonight » early all (lie Itwliea are Ungllidi, fount, a ml tIn* «eiii honen are mostly foreign, a* it liup pem»." Punch. I I "The. Pearl ol Purlly.il I SARATOGA p i KISSVXGEN i 1 WATER I I i Is the Only Tattle Water tintlleit with Itsowi natural Gas lust as It flows trom the «Vrt llfl. I 1 I 1 -e .* positively pure, as I« flows up Uu« it Kit 11)1 feet g» of solid -ofu and l-> not r\ posed to '.lie air until opened 2% p for use. H "OX TUË sun. IT m U .\S Ml MJV V1J1 ^ É SARAT OGA fc % RASSIXGEX É Ü GIXGV.R ALE || ^ Tartes belter and Is better ® than any other because II ts YSS mode fr at the Positively sSS Pits Sa .oca Ittsslngen sSS Wat w. '..ont exposure to vSS the or. U contains no man- «SS 11 ^ ^ I I i i I Befit Sold Everywhere. ix nurtuts uxL.tr. I I The Saratoga Kiitingun Spring Co. Saratoga Sptincs. N. Y. IO The Wilmington Fair, SEPTEMBER 6, 7, 8 and 9. MAMMOTH INDUSTRIAL EXHIBITION, With Special Features and Attractions. A 1 ;•* j -e-cw ■ 'MI M SEPT. (1. .no . mm ou . WO ou . run» Til I UP DAY, THURSDAY. SEPT. 8. FIRST PAY, TUESDAY. :»rtl Minute Haw. 3 34 uliiM*. 3 »I Hum*. Milk wupiii rap«». ÎU trot, free for all $1(RK) (HI . iv m uu . 4«KI 00 . \m ou i l»a«*o Four-ytmr-oIdH. Banning hulf-milv heat* SECOND DAY, WEDNESDAY, SEPT. 7. Bicycle race, 1-mlle handicap, / " " U-tnllo haiuliciij», - 1-mile u|hmi .... \ FOURT H DAY. FRIDAY. SEPT. 9. horse;« fljU'l 00 TtOO 00 Mm CMI MX) ou lid, 3d and 3d l»rl7.CH. a 00 Minute cIuhh, NfwChhIIfC :î ;V» trot. 3 35 jmee. 3 45 trot. $A00 OU Mm o auu nu 3 au pwco 3 3» trot. Thrce-ytur-tihlM Match Race between ChristmM Gift and Brown Fateh, on Wednesday. Excursion Rates on all Railroads and Steamboats. JESSE K. BAYLIS, Manager, Wilmington, Del. E. B. SHURTER, Secretary. Send for Catalogue. lit LIST WEEK OF OUR GREAT BARGAINS. MEN'S REGULAR $io, $12, $14 and $15 SUITS at $8.90. MEN'S DRESS SUITS THAT WERE CONSIDER ED GOOD VALUE at $15, $16, $18 and $20, at 811 . 44 . BOYS' LONG RANT SUITS, REGULAR $7, $8, $9 and $10 VALUES, 85.05. CHOICE OF MANY $v5o. $4 and $5 BOYS' KNEE RANT S^ITS 82.45. A LARGE VARIETY OF $6, $7 and $8 BOYS' KNEE RANT SUITS, 84.V5. HAMBURGERS > 220 AND 222 MARKET STREET. Open Tuesday and Saturday Evenings. HIS space is reserved for the Dia mond State Merchant Tailoring and Clothing Co.'s Fall An nouncement, which will appear in this space this week. They are so busy getting in their fall goods just now, and have been for over two weeks,that they had no time to give to their advertising: so look out for something interesting, and be sure and read the new adv. when it will appear. T THE DIAMOND STATE MERCHANT TAILORING AND CLOTHING CO., i JOHN MARTIN, Jr. A Story of "The Iron Mask. For sale by all stationers. CLOTH. «I.U. S. E. Cor. 8th and Market Streets, WILMINGTON, DEL FOR PURE ICE CREAM JUST OUT, REV. J. S. WILLIS' NEW NOVKI-, STOP AT THE VmSIDE LUNCH PALACE Where « I make it by liluKl. d is«, fur a enp of 1'ivmli Ilrlpcoffee. lies Sandwiches o 1 all kinds. ( trim, Beef Tea amt Chocolate. Mo. .i East Fourth street. C. R. HOLT, Proprietor, LOMBARDY CEMETERY, I ' On Concord like, near Wilntincton, LOTS FOR SALE. A Hack will leave Fourth and Market steel« Sunday afternoius al 3 o'clock, fur» lor round trip, 10 oenta. J AMES WAT80N.