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FIFrH PAOK
THE SNOWSTORM.
* * I
At last Vladimir found that he was
going In the wrong direction.
|/>/iny in ivn/tty ui/itiiun.
Toward the end of eighteen hundred
and eleven at a memorable period for
Russians, lived on hiaown domain of
Nenaradova the kind hearted Gavril
R. He waa celebrated in the whole
district for his hospitality and his
genial character. Neighbors constantly
visited him to have something to eat
and drink and to play at live copeck
boston with hia wife, Praskovia. Some,
too, went to have a look at their daugh
ter, Maria, a tall, pale girl of seventeen.
She was an heiress, and they desired her
either for themselves or for their sons.
Maria had been brought np on French
novels, and consequently was in love.
Tbeobjsoiof her affection was a poor
ensign in the army, who was now at
home in his small village on leave of ab
sence. As a matter of course, the yonng
man reciprocated Maria’s passion. Bat
the parents of his beloved, noticing their
mutual attachment, forbade their daugh
ter even to think of him, while they re
ceived him worse than an ex-assize
judge.
Our lovers corresponded and met alone
daily in the pine wood or by the old
roadway chapel. There they vowed
everlasting love, inveighed against fate
and exchanged various suggestions.
Writing and talking in this way, they
quite naturally reached the following
conclusion:
if we cannot exist apart from each
other, and if the tyranny of hard heart
ed parents throws obstacles in the way
of our happiness, then can we not man
age without them?
Of course this happy idea orginated
in the mind of the yonng man, bnt it
pieaaed immensely the romantic imagi
nation of Maria.
Winter set in and put a stop to their
meetings. But their correspondence be
came all the more active. Vladimir
begged Maria In every letter to give
herself np to him that they might get
married secretly, hide for awhile, and
then throw themselves at the feet of
their parents, who would, of course, in
the end be touched by their heroic con
stancy and say to them, “Children,
come to our armsl"
Maria hesitated a long while, and out
of many different plans proposed that of
flight waa for a time rejected. At last,
however, she consented. On the ap
pointed day she was to decline supper
and retire to her room under the plea of
a headache. She and her maid, who was
in the secret, were then to go out into
the garden by the back stairs, and be
yond the garden they would find a sledge
ready for them, would get into It and
drive a distance of five miles from Nena
radova to the village of Jadrino, straight
to the church, where Vladimir would be
waiting tor them.
On the eve of the decisive day Maria
did not sleep all night; she waa packing
and tying np linen and drosses. She
wrote, moreover, a long letter to a friend
of here, a sentimental yonng lady, and
another to her parents. Of the latter she
took leave in the most touching terms.
She excused the step she waa taking by
reason of the unconquerable power of
love, and wound np by declaring that
she should consider it the happiest mo
ment of her life when she was allowed to
throw herself at the feet of her dearest
parents.
Sealing both letters with a Tools seal
. on which were engraven two flaming
hearts with an appropriate inscription,
she at last threw herself upon her bed j
before daybreak and dosed off, though
even then she was awakened from one
moment to another by terrible thoughts.
First it seemed to her at the moment of
entering the sledge, in order to go and
get married, her father stopped her and
with cruel rapidity dragged her over the
snow and threw her into a dark, bot
tomless cellar—down which the fell
headlong with an indescribable sinking
of the. heart Then she saw Vladimir
lying on the grass, pale and bleeding;
with his dying breath be implored her
to make haste and marry him. Other
hideous and senseless visions floated be
fore her one after another. Finally she
arose paler than nsnal, and with a real
hvndfhe
Both her father and her mother re
marked her indisposition. Their tender
anxiety and constant inquiries, “What
is the matter with yon, Masha—are you
iQT out her to the heart She tried to
pacify them and to appear cheerful, bnt
she could not Evening set In. The
Idea that she was passing the day fbr the
last time la the midst of her family op
premif her. la her secret heart she
took kmve of jrvMybody, of everything
Sappor was served; her heart beat vio
lentfy. In a trembling voice she de
clared that she did not want any sap
per, eat wished her fatheraad mother
goott night They kissed her. and as
nsnal biases! her; and she nearly wept
Umm* har own room, she threw,
hertstf fcnfeo an-easy chair and burst into
lean. Her maid begged her to be calm
sad lake courage. Everything was ready,
la half aa aour Marla would leave for
ever har pascals’ home, her own room,
her peaceful life as a young girl.
Out of doors the snow was falling, the
wind howling. The shutter* rattled
aad shook. In everything she seemed
to recognize omens and threats.
Soon the whole home was quiet aad
asleep. Mash* wrapped qpnsix w a
shawl, pat oq a warm cloak and with a
box la her hand passed oat onto the
back stsiresss The maid carried two
handles after her. They descended into
the garden. The snowstorm raged s a
strong wind blew against them, as If
trying to stop the young culprit. With
lifteoltv they reached the end of the
garden, in tharoad a sledge awaited
them.
The horses, from cold, would not stood
still Vladimir’s coachman was walking
to aud fro in front of them, trying to
quiet them. He helped the young lady
and her maid to their seats and, packing
away the bundles and dressing case,
took up the rains and the horses flew
forward into the darkness of the night
Haring intrusted the young lady to
the care of fate and of Terasbka, the
coachman, let ns return to the young
lorer.
Vladimir bad spent the whole day in
driving. In the morning he bad called
on the Jadrino priest and with difficulty
came to terms with him. Then be Went
to seek the witnesses from among the
neighboring gentry. The first on whom
he called was a former cornet of boras.
Dmrin by name, a man In his forties,
who consented at once. The adventure,
he declared, reminded him of old times
and of bis larks when he was in the
Hussars. He persuaded Vladimir to stop
to dinner with him, assuring him that
there would be no difflcnlty In getting
the other two witnesses. Indeed, imme
diately after dinner In came the sur
veyor, Schmidt, with a mustache and
spurs, and the son of a captain magis
trate, a boy of sixteen, who had recently
entered the Uhlans. They not only ac
cepted Vladimir’s proposal, but even
swore that they were ready to sacrifice
their lives for him. Vladimir embraced
them with delight and drove off to get
everything ready.
It had long been dark. Vladimir dis
patched bis trustworthy Tereshka to
Nenaradova with bis two horse sledge,
and with appropriate instructions for
the occasion. For himself he ordered
the small sledge with one hone and
started alone without a coachman for
Jadrino, where Maria ought to arrive in
* couple of hours. He knew the rood,
and the drive would only occupy twenty
minutes.
But Vladimir bad scarcely passed
from the inclosure into the open field
when the wind rose, and soon there was
a driving snowstorm so heavy and so
severe that he could not jtee. In a mo
ment the road was covered with snow.
All landmarks disappeared in the marky
yellow darkness, through which fell
white flakes of snow. Sky and earth be
came merged into one. Vladimir, in the
midst of the field, tried in vain to get to
the road. The horse walked on at ran
dom, and every moment stepped either
into deep snow or into a rut, so that the
sledge wsa constantly njMetling.
Vladimir tried at least not to lose the
right direction, bat it seemed to him
that more than half an hoar had passed, 1
sod he bad not yet reached the Jadrino
wood. Another ten minutes passed, and
still the wood was invisible. Vladimir j
drove across fields intersected by deep
ditches. The snowstorm did not abate,
and the sky did not clear. The horse
was getting tired, and the perspiration
relied from him like hail, in spite of the
fact that every moment his legs were
disappearing in the snow.
At last Vladimir found that he was go
ing in the wrong direction. He stopped,
began to reflect, recollect, and consider,
till at last he became convinced that he
ought to have tamed to the right. He
did so now. Hia horse coaid scarcely
drag along. Bat he had been more than
an hour on the road, and Jadrino could
not now be far. He dro- e and drove, |
but there was no getting ont of the field.
Still, snowdrifts and ditches. Every mo-'
ment the sledge was upset, and every
moment Vladimir bad to raise it up.
a
The door opened and Marta came fa.
Tjm. wm .tinnini. .ml
Time was slipping by, and Vladimir
gnwmerionaly anxious. At last in tbs
distance some dark object could be seen.
Vladimir turned in its direction, and
as he drew near found it was a wood.
“Thank heaven!” he thought, “1 am
now near the end.”
He drove by the aids of tbs wood,,
hoping to come at once upon tbs famil- j
lar wood, or, if not, to pass around the
wood. Jadrino waa si lasted immedi
ately behind it
He soon found the rood passed into
the darkness of the wood, now stripped
by the winter. The wind could not rage
here. The road waa smooth, the horse
picked np courage, and Vladimir was
comforted.
He drove and drove, bnt still Jadrino
waa not to be seen. There was no tod
to the wood. Then, to his horror, he
discovered that he had got into a strange
wood. He was in despair. He whipped
his horse, and the poor animal started
off on a trot Bnt it soon got tired, and
in a quarter of an hoar, in spits of all
poor Vladimir's efforts, could only crawl.
Gradually the trees became thinner,
and Vladimir drov% ont of tbs wood, bnt
Jadrino was not to be seen. It most
have been about midnight Tears gushed
from the yonng man's eyes. He drove
on at random, and now the weather
abated, the clouds diapered, and before
him was a wide stretch of plain, covered
with a whits billowy carpet The night
was comparatively clear, and be could
ass a small village a short distance off,
which consisted of four or five cottages.
Vladimir drove toward it At the first
door be Jumped ont of tbs sledge, ran
np to tbs window and tapped. j
After a few minutes a wooden shatter 1
was raised sod an old man .dock ont hia
“How far is JadrinoT
“How (aria JadrinoT
“Tea, yea. Is it farT
“Not far: about tea miles."
1 At this answer Vladimir clutched bold '
of hi. tuir udMood uotkmlea. Ul>« a
man condemned to death.
“Wheredo yon come from?” added tbs
man. Vladimir had not tbs eonrags to
•safer.
“My man.” he said, “can yon procure
me horses to JadrinoT
“We hare no horses." answered the
1 And a guide! 1 will pay him
any sum he likes.”
“Stop ” said tbs old man. dropping the
shutter: “I will send my son out to you:
he will conduct von.”
Vladimir waited. Scarcely a minute
bad paased when he again knocked. The
shutter was lifted and a beard was seen.
“What do you want!”
“What about your sonT
“He’ll come out directly: he is patting
on bis boots. Are you cold? Como in
-and warm yourself."
“Thanks. Bend out your sou quickly.”
The gate cranked: a youth came out
with a cudgel, and walked on in front,
at one time tiointiug out the road, at an
other looking for it in a mass of drifted
snow.
“What o'clock is itT* Vladimir asked
him.
“It will soon he daylight.” replied the
yonng peasant. Vladimir spoke not an
other word.
The cocks were crowing and it was
light when they reached Jadrino. The
church waa closed. Vladimir paid the
guide and drove into the yard of the
priest's house. In the yard his two
horse sledge was not to be seen. What
news awaited him!
But let ns return to the kind propri
etors of Nenaradova and see what is go
ing on there.
Nothing.
The old people awoke and went into
the sitting room, Gavril in a nightcap
and flannel jacket, Praskovia in a wad
ded dressing gown. The samovar was
brought in and Gavril sent the little maid
to ask Maria how she whs and bow she bad
slept. The litttle maid returned. Baying
that her young lady had slept badly,
but that she was better now and that
she would come into the sitting room in
a moment. And indeed the door opened
and Maria came in and wished her peps
and mamma good morning.
“How is your headache. Mashaf* (fa
miliar for Mary), inquired Qavril
“Better, papa,” answered Masha.
“The fumes from the s oves must have
given yon yonr headac ie,” remarked
Praskovia.
“Perhaps so. mamma,’' replied Masha.
The day passed well em ugh. but in the
night Manila was taken ill A doctor
was sent for from town. He came toward
evening and fonnd the patient delirious.
Soon she was in a severe fever, and in a
fortnight the poor patient was on the
brink of the grave.
No member of the family knew any
thing of the flight from home. The let
ters written by Masha the evening be
fore bad been burned, and the maid,
fearing the wrath of the master and
mistress, had not breathed a word. The
priest, the ex-cornet, the big mostoched
surveyor and the little lancer were
equally discreet, and with a good reason.
Tereshka, the coachman, never said too
mnch, not even in his drink. Thus the
secret was kept better than it might have
been by half a dozen conspirators.
Bnt Maria herself, in the coarse of
her long fever, let ont her secret Nev
ertheless. her words were so disconnect
ed that her mother, who never left her
bedside, could only make ont from them
that her daughter was desperately in
love with Vladimir, and that probably
love was the cause of her illness. Site
consulted her hnshand and some of her
neighbors, and at last it was decided
unanimously that the*fate of Maria
, ought not to be Interfered with: that a
I woman most not ride away from the
j man Mm is destined to marry: that pov
erty is no crime; that a woman has to
live, not with money, but with m man,
and so on. Moral proverbs are wonder
fully useful on such occasions, when we
can invent little or nothing in oar own
justification.
Meanwhile, the yonng lady began to
recover. Vladimir had not been seen
for a long time in the boose of Qavril,
so frightened had he been by his previ
ous reception. It waa now resolved to
send and announce to him the gold
news which be could scarcely expect—
the consent of her parents to his mar
riage with Maria.
But what was the astonishment of Hie
proprietors of Nenaradova when, in an
swer to their invitation, they received on
insane reply. Vladimir informed them
he could never set foot in their house,
and begged them to forget an unhappy
man whose only hope now was in death.
A few days afterward they heard that
Vladimir had left the place and joined
the army.
A long time passed before they ven
tured to tell Masha, who was now re
covering. She never mentioned Vladi
mir. Borne months later, however,
finding hia name in the list of those who
had distinguished themselves and been
severely wounded at Borodino, she
fainted, and it was feared that tbs fever
might retain. Bnt, heaven be thanked!
, the fainting fit had no bad results.
i
HI
! Maria experienced yet another sorrow.
Her father died, leaving her the heiress
lof all his property. Bnt the inheritance
could not console her. She shared sin
cerely the affliction of her mother, and
vowed she would never leave her.
Bailors clustered round the charming
heiress, bat she gave no one tbs slightest
hope. Her mother sometimes tried to
petsaade her to chsoss a companion In
life, bnt Maria shook her bead and grew
pensive.
Vladimir no longer existed. He hod
died at Moeoow on tbs eve of the arrival
of the French. His memory waa held
sacred by Maria, and she treasured np
everything that would remind her of
him; books he had read, drawings which
be bad made, songs be bad tong, and
the pieces of poetry which he had copied
tot for her.
The neighbors, hearing all this, won
dered at her fidelity, and awaited with
curiosity the arrival of the hero who
most in the end triumph over the mel
ancholy constancy of this virgin Arte
mis.
Meanwhile, the war hod been brought
to a glorious conclusion, and oar armies
were returning from abroad. Tbs peo
ple ran to meet them. The music played
by the regimental bands consisted of
war songs, “Vive Henri-Qnatre," Tyro
lese waltses and airs from Joconde.
Nourished on the atmosphere of winter,
officer* who had started on tbs cam
paign mere striplings returned grown
men and covered with decorations. The
soldiers convened gayly among them
selves, mingling German and French
words every moment in their speech. A
time never to be forgotten—a time of
glory and delight! How qnlckly beat
the Russian heart at the words, “Native
land!” How sweet the tears of meeting!
With what unanimity did we combine
feelings of national pride with tore for!
tbs cssrl And for him. what a mo-,
moat!
were splendid then. Tbetr usual oold
neas disappeared. Their delight was
really tu to stealing when, meeting the
conquerors, they cried, “Hurrahr And
they threw np their caps la the air. j
“Oh/ It Is not he—not lu!"
Who of tbe officers of that period does
not own that to tbe Russian women he
wss indebted tor his best and most val
ued reward? Daring this brilliant period
Marta wss living with her mother in re
tirement, and neither of them saw bow.
in both capitals, the returning troopa
were welcomed. But in the districts and
villages the general enthusiasm was per- 1
haps even greater.
In these places the appearance of an
officer became for him a veritable tri
umph. The accepted lover in plain
clothes fared badly by his side.
We have already mid that, in spite of
her coldness, Maria was still, as before,
■urmanded by suitors. Bat all had to
fail in tbs rear when there arrived at his
I castle tbe wounded young captain of
I Hassure—Bourmin by name—with the
Order of St. George in hie buttonhole
and an interesting paHor on his face. Ha
was about twenty-six. He had come on
leave to his estates, which were close to
Marin’s villa. Maria paid him such at- i
tontiou os none of the other* received.
In< his presence her habitual gloom dis
appeared. It could not be said that she
flirted with him. Bat a poet, observing
her behavior, might have a ked, “S’
amor non e. cho dunqu*?”
Bourmin was really a very agreeable
! young man. Uefromsased just the kind
of sense that |dessed women—* sense of
what is suitable and becoming. He bad
no affectation, and was carelessly satir
ical. His manner toward Maria waa
simple and easy. He seemed to be of a
quiet and modest disposition; bat ram** ;
cuM that he had at one time been ter- >
ribly will. This, however, did not harm
him in the opinion of Maria, who (like
all other young ladles) excused with
pleasure vagaries which were the result
of impulsiveness and daring.
I Bat above all—more than hie love-1
making, more than his pleasant talk, {
more than his Interesting pallor, more
even than his bandaged arm—the silence ■
of tbe young Hnwar excited her curios-1
ity and her imagination. She could uot
help confessing to herself that be pleased
her very much. Probably he, too, with
his acuteness and his experience, had
seen that he interested her. How was
it, then, that np to this moment she hod
not seen him st her feet—had not re-)
cetved from him any declaration what
ever? And wherefore did she not en
roaragb him with more attention, and,
according to circa* nstanoes. even with
tenderness? Had she a secret of bee own
which would account for her behavior?
At last Bourmin fell into such deep
meditation, and his Mack eyes rested
witheuch Are upon Maria, that tbe de
cisive moment seemed very near. The
netghhdrii spoke of the marriage as an
aceompUahed fact, ami kind Praskovia
rejoiced Umt her daughter had at last
found for Herself a worthy mate.
Tbe lady was sitting alone once in the
drawing room, laying ont grande pa
tience, when Bourmin entered the room
and at onoa inquired for Maria.
“She is in tbe garden,** replied the old
lady; “go to her add I will wait for yon
here.” Bourmin went and the old lady
made the sign of tbe crom and thought.
“Perhaps the affair will be settled to
day?
Bourmin found Marla to the ivy bower
bssMq lk« pood, with a book la bet
hands and wearing a white dress a v«r
name Heroine or romance. Altar me
first inquiries Maria purposely let tbe
conversation drop, increasing by these
means tbe mutual embarrassment from
which It was only possible to escape by
means of a sudden and positive declara
tion. x
It happened thou: Bourmin, feeling
the awkwardness of his position, in
formed Maria that be had long sought
an opportunity of opening bis heart to
, her. and that he begged for a moment’s
attention. Maria closed the book and
lowered her eyes, as a sign that she
was listening.
“I love yon," said Bourmin; “I lots
yon passionately!" Marin Mashed and
bent her head still lower.
I “I have behaved imprudently, yield
ing, as I hate done, to the seductive
pleasure of seeing and hearing yon
daily." Marla recollected tbe first let
ter of 8t Preax in “La Nonvelle He
loiee." “It is too late now to resist my
fate. The remembrance of yon. your
dear, incomparable image, most from
today be at onoa the torment and the
consolation of my existence. I have now
a grave duty to perform, a terrible secret
to disclose, which will place between ns
an insurmountable barrier."
“It hat always existed?” interrupted
Maria; “I could never kata bean poor
wife."
1 “I know," be replied quickly; “1 know
that yon once loved. Bat death nod
three yean of mourning may have
worked some change. Dear, kind Maria,
do not try to deprive me of my last con
solation—the idea that yon might hate
consented to make me happy If— Don’t
•peak, for God’s sake don't speak-yon
torture me. Yes, I know, I fed that yon
could have been mine, bat—l am the!
most miserable of brings—l am already
married!"
, Marin looked at him in astonishment
“1 nm married." con tinned Bonnot a;
“I have been married more than three
yean, nod Ido not know who my wife
la, or where she is. or whether I shall
ever sea her again."
“What are you sayingT exclaimed
Marins “how strange! Pray oontinne."
“In the beginning of eighteen hun
dred and twelve." arid Bourmin. “1
was harrying on to Wilna, where my
regiment waa stationed. Arriving one
evening Into nt n station, I ordered
; the horses to be got ready quickly,
j when suddenly s fearful .snowstorm
White oat both station master and
drivers advised me to wait till it was
over. I listened to their advice, baton an
accountable restleamess took pußsesrioo
of me, jnst as though some one was push*
lag me on. Meanwhile, the snowstorm
did not abate. I could bear it no lung*
er, and again ordered the bones and
started in the midst of tbe storm. The
driver took it into his bead to drive
along the river, which would shorten
the distance by three miles. The banks
were covered with snowdrifts: the driv
er missed the turning which would have
brought, us oat onto the road, and we
turned up iu an unknown place. The
storm never ceased. 1 could discern a
light, and told the driver to make for it.
We entered a village, and found that
the light proceeded from a wooden
church. Tbe church was open. Ontside
tbe railings stood several sledges, and
people iwiMing <n and ont through the
porch.
“ ‘Here! here!" cried several voices. I
told the coachman to drive np.
“ ‘Where have yon dawdled? said
some one to me. The bride has fainted:
the priest does not know what to do; we
were on the point of going back. Make
aoste and get ont!*
“1 got ont of tbe sledge in silence, snd
Stepped into tbe church, which wss
dimly lighted with two or three tapers.
A girl was setting in a dork corner on a
bench: another girl was rubbing her
temples. 'Thank God,' said tbe latter,
•yon have come at lost! Yon have nearly
been the death of the young ladyf
“The old prieet approached me,
saying:
“ ‘Shall I begin?
“ ‘Begin—begin, reverend father,* I
replied absently.
“Tbe yonng lady eras raised np. 1
thought her rather pretty. Oh, wild,
unpardonable frivolity! 1 placed myself
by her side at the alter. Tbe prieet har
ried on.
“Three men and tbe maid supported
tbe bride, and occupied themselves with
her alone. We were married!
“ ‘Kiss yonr wife,’ said the priest.
“My wife turned her pale face toward
me. 1 was going to kiss her, when she
exclaimed. -Oh! it is not he-not bel* and
fell hack insensible.
"The witnesses stared at me. i turned
around and left the church without any
attempt being made to stop me. threw
myself into tbe sledge and cried.
‘A war?"
“What!" exclaimed Maria. “And you
don't know what became of yonr un-
happy wife?'
“I do not,” replied Bourmin; “neither
do I know the name of tbe village where
1 was married, nor that of the station
from which 1 started. At that time 1
thought so little of my wicked joke that,
on driving away from the ohnrch. 1 fell
asleep, and never awoke till early the
next morning, after reaching tbe third
station. The servant who was with me
died during the campaign, so that 1
have now no hope of ever discovering
the unhappy woman on whom I played
inch a cruel trick, and who is now so
cruelly avenged."
“Great heavens? cried Maria, seising
his hand. “Then It was yon. and yon
do not recognise meT
Bonnuln turned pale—and threw him-
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Alexander Pmdikiu.
Dalnilm'* Apilofy.
One cold night little Malcolm* mother
allowed him to nay his pruyem in bed.
When he finished them lie added: “I keg
your pardon, God, for raying my prayers
In bed. bnt It woe jnvtty chilly on my
knee*."—New York Tri»mne.
A Htaa* lllnalon.
She—When ahe begitui to act. the audi
ence forget* that it ia in a theater.
He—Yee, it aeeuu to think It to In a
parlor, and begin* laughing and talking.
—New York Epoch.
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To all Points East anti South.
It le the Dimwn cab roots. It nuu thrunsh
VKSTIRII.RD TRAIN* RVKRT DAT IK
TNR TSAR tO
ST. PAUL AND CHICAGO
(No Chants of Can.)
(•■pari if Biiiag Cin liurpari.
(of Lateat Equipment),
TOURISTS’ SLEEPING -/.-CARS.
Rest that can he eonetnieted end la which
accommodation* are both rasa and nil
humid (or holders of nut hr Second-clam
tickets- aid
ELEGANT DAT COACHES!
A continuous link connecting
with ALL LINES, affording DI
RECT AND UNINTER
RUPTED SERVICE.
Psllms Bleeper merraUeai can he
■ecerrd la advance Ihreiffh any
Afeaiel (he read.
Throiitfli Tiokebu
To end (rase ell points In America, Euflaud
and at spa ran be nwrhemd a* ear
Ticket (MBce of this Company.
fill Information coecernlng rales. tlna of
trains, routes and other details furnished on ap
plication to any agent, or
H. C. Hdhpbrit, Ascot, North Yakima
East Bound I tksst Bound
Atlantic Kxp..H.oba m. | Paclftc Exp.. M.SS p. m
Filer’s Golden Female PHI;
-/ha Be Here Suppress*'
\ Menstruation. Uero
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' Western Hrnaeh,
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DmorM. Berth Teh-
VAV |M A Is attracting the eyes of the entire North
| f| |\ I |f| f| west, mad we realiie thmt it offers exceptional
advantages to
E! THE HOP-GROWER,
Xj the MARKET GARDENER
JSI — AKD —
S THE ORCHARDIST.
a? ———
New a Few Words Abut Oiralrei aid fiat
B fe liteii to De.
Knox & McGowan.
Wc are Real Estate Agents of We arc interested in Yakima
Puyallup, Washington, and can County, and shall endeavor to as
present references to our reliabil- sist materially in her prosperity,
ity and standing as business men.
We have unrivaled facilities for inducing Hop Growers
and Men of Means to invest in Yakima Realty, and
intend devoting much time tnbringing parties here and
showing them property.
what we want is to have Farm;
Fruit and Hop Lands listed with us, and
we promise to use our best endeavors to dia
pose of such lands quickly, and to give en
tire satisfaction.
Correspondence Solicited.
KNOX & McGOWAN
pi:yai.M7p, wanh.
J. J. Carpenter
GQ larriving daily! Hp*
A Splendid Line Of
8 Cans' Mill!, |
O amp, ir.br. q
THE TRADE MUST COME TO A
P CARPENTER’S, X
For the Mammoth .nd Well-Seld-Wd Slock, to»eth#r with
Low Prices,
Are IndoceoienM th.l C.nnot be SocowMnlly Rreteud. 00
J. J. Carpenter
OTJB SPECIALTIES: OPR BPECTAT.TTg,^-
FANCY GROCERIES,
Canned O-ocxis,
DrlecL Fruits.
alker <fe Hedmon.
Wc alio carry a full line of Staple Groceriei, and our prices are
as low as the lowest.
OPERA HOUSE BLOCK TELEPHONE NO. at.
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