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Arkansas ladies' journal. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1884-1886, August 30, 1884, Image 1

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Vol. 1. No. 8.
Arkansas Ladies’ Journal.
MRS' E A W f Associate Writers.
Ladies in business enterprises, can find with this journal special
rates of advertising.
Advertisements or subscriptions, and matter intended for the col
umns of our paper, we desire addressed
We are indebted to the Morrilton Head
ight and to the Arkadelphia Sentinel for
ippreciative and kindly words concerning
he editress and associate writers, and also
:oncerning our Journal’s enterprise.
“The Times” of Eureka Springs thus
peaks of one of “ Our Ladies“ Mrs. L.
. Palmer, an associate writer on the Arkan
as Ladies’ Journal, a new enterprise at
-ittle Rock, called yesterday. The Journal
i a bright, cheery looking paper, and lacks
hat we generally expect to find in a paper
üblished by women—the strong-minded or
anale suffrage element. It is devoted to
oman s interest, and should unquestionably
ea welcome visitor in every, household.
The Quapaws, our “crack company” of
3lln g soldiers, we are told by telegram,
Gtered the grounds at the Louisville Expo
lion on the 27th, and were accorded an
lion by the audience .there. They went
irou gh the schedule numbers in splendid
y’ e < but by an error in command the
atoons were reversed, and the result figures
Ty against the company. Our company
y°ung men, who are every inch soldiers,
( le . re quisites of success—pluck,
‘■■'severance and ambition. In the long run
Y 1 win prizes. Only let them, week
’ m ° n bh by month, and year by year,
II . le ’ r practice. Such perseverance
" me grandly in the progress of
fining. We* are proud of them. We
lc l Thave die soldier’s determination,
slieht ki T depressed if th ey have made
blunder. They are of the metal to
keep up heart, and will live to win “another
A lively international game of war has
opened in Chinese waters. Admiral Courbet
has fired upon the arsenal at Foo Chow,
The Chinese government has had two vessels
sunken. Russia is sending three iron-clads
to reinforce her fleet in Chinese waters. By
the Mackey-Bennett cable the correspondent
of the New York Herald telegraphs that he
has had an interview in Paris with Col.
Tcheng Ki Tong, secretary of the Chinese
embassy in that city. The embassy is
packed and ready to leave for Berlin, the
secretary affirming that the rupture between
France and China was now complete.
The Herald reporter in New York called
on some Chinese residents of that city. Some
seemed to experience a peaceful satisfaction
in hearing of China’s refusal to pay the
French indemnity; some, however, seemed
to feel a little dubious, and were burning
joss sticks for Budha Sotama to bless and
protect them. Budha Sotama may bring
them to dry bones in the near future. In
China a man’s life is worth less than his own
bones, we believe.
A friend of the Ladies’ Journal, in
looking over the enigma presented to the
ladies, and published some weeks since, pro
ceeded to read and think over it. The an
swer, which we give below, is the recreation
of one of the clearest and most profound
intellects of the State, and was written in an
exceedingly short time. We will be glad to
present the very pretty premium to this
gentleman, who is a friend of our paper :o
answer to enigma.
Cain long ago his brother did slew,
The whigs regretted singing “Tyler too,”
And oft bewailing much their Harrison,
As often wished that death had taken John.
The, lady was a whig, so it is plain
Why Tyler in her thoughts was joined with
An easy task it proved these names to find,
And in their letters read the lady’s mind.
The cunning lover chose from Cain the C,
From Tyler added E and R and T ;
Then having gone to Cain for YVI N,
He found the L and Yin Tyler. Then,
As happy as a lover need to be,
He shouted out: “She answers, Certainly.”
H. S.
Called to the presence of her beloved
Heavenly Father, Mrs. C. S. Gray passed
from earth to the Heavenly life on the night
of Tuesday, August 26th. She was a most
patient sufferer. It almost seemed as if mar
tyrdom had been allotted her. Yet faithful
to her trust in God and very prayerful, she
waited with loving hope for the Lord who
was her strength in all her afflictions. God
has told us, and we know where such souls
find happiness, “ Blessed are the pure in
heart, for they shall see God.”
A Story of Early French St. Louis.
ments, so charmed him with her vivacious
wit and badinage; that when, with his three
cornered hat under his arm, he came to
make his conge, he believed her the love
liest and most charming creature in the world,
and not only this, but he believed that he
was the first favorite in her little realm.
Alas! how quickly the short lived joys of
this world take to themselves wings.
Captain Cataline, in his white silk stock
ings and handsome knee breeches, had taken
but four of his most graceful steps over the
stone floor of the hall, when his countenence
fell, and losing its elevated smile of satisfac
tion, grew stern and severe.
The cause of the gallant captain’s change
of countenence, appeared in the tall lithe
figure of a gentleman of thirty-five years, or
more, who advanced up the entrance way,
and over the broad gallery with the assured
air and dignified step of a man in good
position, and who found himself ever a wel
come visitor.
This gentleman, a Mr. Culburt from Vir
ginia, had arrived but three weeks previous
from New Orleans, with some merchandise
to trade for peltry, with the Indians near St.
Louis. He had become a frequent visitor at
the residence of Madame La Grave, and now
as he advanced up the hall, his clear keen
eye rested a moment in grave surprise on the
captain’s face. Then he smilingly bade him
“good morning” showing a set of even white
teeth under his moustache, and with a bow
passed on.
At the door of the drawing room Mr.
Culburt bowed his stately head with a double
purpose. First he did reverence to the ladies

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