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"Shandy McGuire," "The Bpae
wife," etc.
CHAPTER XI.—Continued.
'Deny you? O, holy patience, did
man or mortal iver hear the like?"
"Shut up, you lying rascal," shouted
Weeks, gesticulating at bis iunocent
looking tormentor ''shut up, you un
principled scamp you know in your
soul who I am—if you have a soul—
but you hain't,—dang the one you
"O, my poor man," responded Laxity
"how hardened a sinner you must be
to pass yourself off for the good, inno
cent, modest gentleman, that's novr ly
ing sound Rsleep in his vartuouH bed!"
Laxity's cool impudence at last BO pro
voked the Yankee that he could hardly
restrain himself. Once or twice, in
deed, he hitched up hia shoulderB and
showed symptoms of battle but his re
sentment as often cooled down again
•srithoufc further mischief,
"You'll get comfortable quarters," said
Lanty "never tear but av coorse you'll
take dhocb in dhorris (stirrup cup) with
Ufl, afore you go, to the health of the
Jiew-mairisd couple.v
."What's that?"
"Why, something to warm ye, after
the cow Id rain."
"Don't drink," said Weeks.
"No, sit, I'm a WasMngionian.v'
"A what?"
Son of Temperance.,J
"Psliaugh—a son of both eration. I'm
ashamed o? ye. Hilloa there! Hudy
wnagcrti, being in the bottle.''
'•Ton may bring in a hogshead, said:
Week). "I shan't taste it."
you in that condition! Why,
the heavens be about na d'ye mane to
put a baud in yer own life?"
"None of your confounded business.
I shan't di ink your darued liquor—that's
"Well, yeTl die if ye don't—and
that'(I. be a burnin disgrace to the coun
thry, if ye were even as great a thief as
James Freny himself. Hoot, man,
wha-t'd yer people say of us if we let ye
die here in ould Ireland for want of a
glass of stout potheen? Here, take
this, and swallow it, like a sensible
"Away with it," cried Weeks.
aisy, avonrneen, be aisy"
"Take it away, or by thunder I'll
break your bottle and glass in pieces
and makmg a plunge, he attempted to
force a passage through the crowd, but
was again driven back into the centre of
the group,
'•Leu me out," he shouted, now com
pletely excited "let me out. ye beggar
ly Irish virmin. I despise your liquor,
and your country to boot. I spit
upon you and your nation, for you're
both as mean as dirt."
"Ha, ha! there now,'* cried Lanty,.
laughing, with the bottle and glass in
his hands—' "there now, that's more of
yer New England friendship. But
niver mind, if ye were a Yankee fifty
times over, we won't titrate ye the worse
for that. Come, take this drop—you'll
be the beUher of it."
"Let me out."
"Whisht, irmn »ure it's nil for your
own good Arrah, don't refuse to drink
to the bride and groom. It's as
much as yer .life's worth to refuse it.
Take it, it'll warm ye—taste it, any
way—it's the deuce i' the barley—it is
the rale ould ianishowen," broke out
from several voices, each raising higher
than the other, till poor Weeks knew
not what to say, nor what side to turn
to. Still he obstinately refused to touch
the beverage.
'•Well boySj" said Lanty, at last,
"take hold of him, and lay him down,
since nothing else will save him. What
somiver the erathyur is, we're Christians
sure, any way, and can't let iiim die fur
want of a thrifie of medicine. It is a
liberty we take, my good man, to be
sure, and still it's 'betther do that, than
have yer death on our sowls, the lor be
tween us an harm.''
"The sorrah take him, the spalpeen,5'
said one of the bystanders "isn't he
nice about it? ye'd think it was a physic
he was goin to swallow."
•lBegorra, I niver heerd the like of
"It's a bad sign to Bee him refuse the
liquor, any way."
"Indeed, then, Andy, it's the truth
ye're tellin so it is for in truth it's not
much depiudince iver I had in the man
'd refuse a glass in dacency."
"O, there's a bad dhrop in him ye
may take yer oath iv that but look at
Lanty, Ned, just luck at his face,—aa
sober as if it was out on a tombstoue.'
Did ye iver see such a born devil in all,
yer life?"
"Well, Lanty had it in for Mm, any
way. And, begorra, he desarves all
he'll get and more, for he's niver aisy,
they Bay, but when he's running down
?.ttoe Irish."
»*So I'm tould. He thinks no one in
the whole county fit to spake to him.
As for the Doghertys, and Currans and
Johnstons here, why, they're not fit to
tie his shoes."
"Ladies and gentlemen," exclaimed
Lanty, stepping up on a bench, and
still holding the bottle and glass in his
goin to give ye a toaBt, and
may the man's heart niver again warm
to good nature, that doesn't drink it,"
"Silence, there, silence—till we hear
the tofjBt."
"Stop that fiddle there, and listen to
the spaker."
"Here's then to the honest man,"
cried Lanty, raising his glass—"here's
to the honest man all over the world,
and confusion to the narrow-minded
knave who'd make religion or birth
place a test of friendship and tossing
off the bumper, he ordered the company
to pass the bottle.
Round went the toast, and off went
th« glass with many a loud hip, hip,
hurrah. All seemed joyous and happy
as they could wish to be, Weeks alone
excepted, who still stood in the centre
of the crowd, looking silently on the
noisy enjoyments of the company, and
obstinately refusing ail participation in
the hilarity of the occasion.
"Where, in the name of patience, were
born at all," demanded the bailiff,
"that you won't drink at a weddin?"
"He's an unnatural-looking thief,
any way," exclaimed another.
"Stand aside, boys," commanded
Lanty, waving his hand from his ele
vated position, "and let us give the
stranger fair play. He's all alone here
amongst us, and we mustn't be hard on
him. Jemmy Bnxgan, fill that glass,
and offer it to him again. And now, my
good man," he continued, addressing
Weeks, "you heerd the toast, 'the hon
est man all over tne world, and bad luck
to the knave who\l make religion or
birthplace a test of friendship,'—will
you drink it?"
"No,"' replied Weeks, "darn me if I
"Then, gentlemen, lay him down and
administher the mklieine."
Four or five stout fellows now laid
hold of the unfortunate Weeks, and
were deliberately proceeding to execute
Lanty's orders, when a new actor sud
denly appeared on the scene, and com
manded them to desist. It was the
handsome, dark-haired girl whom the
reader saw a few minutes before enter
ing the room, leaning on Lanty's arm."
"Shame! shameP" she cried "are ye
men, to treat a stranger in this way?
"Don:t be onaisy, Mary," replied
Lanty "we don't intend him the laste
harm in life."
"Well, you've carried the joke too far
already, Lanty Hanlon let him come
with me—-I'll take care of him."
'•'Why. Mary, it's only a bit of a
frolic he brought on himself. He tould
me a dozen times the Irish were no
betther nor savages, and we jitsc want to
show him how much he's mistaken."
"And you do this to a furriner, not a
month in the country paught pretty
hospitality that!"
"He's green, you know, Mary, and
we want to aaison him."
"Tut, tut! shame, shame, shame!"
"It's for his own good—saisonin in
time will make a dacent man iv him."
'Hould yer tongue, now Lanty ye'd
provoke a saint hould your tongue, and
let us out. I must go and find some dry
clothes for him, or he'll die in this con
dition. Stand back, gintlemen, if ye
plaze, and give us room to pass."
"Redad, Mary, I'm afraid to trust ye
with him feth, may be he'd take a fancy
to ye, and cut me out."
"Whist, now and let me go. That
tongue of yours will hang ye up on the
gallows yet, some day," and taking
Weeks familiarly by the arm, in she led
him unresistingly from the crowd, and
disappeared through one of the inner
doors of the apartment.
The dance was now resumed and
mirth and music made the time pass
quickly and merrily for the next hour.
Lanty danced with every girl in the
room,'"and when he could no longer find
a partner, he danced a hornpipe himself
on a door, amid the shouts and cheers
of the party. Every one seemed to
share in the general joy. Even the
grandparents of the happy couple, old
as they were, took each other's hands,
and went through some ancient salta
tions to the great amusement of the
younger spectators.
-On went the mirth and up rose the
song, and the little hunchback fiddler
had just tuned his instrument once
more, and commenced to rattle away at
a country dance with renewed vigor,
when, all. of a sudden, a shout, was
heard at the door, followed instantly by
bravos, bravos, echoed and repeated,
till at last, in the midst of a wild hurrah,
in drove Ephriam C. B. Weeks, dressed
in an old blue swallow-tailed coat, and
pantaloons that descended but an inch
or two below the knees, dragging in the
young lady who had ieo kindly rescued
him from his late tormentors, and in
rather unsteady accents, commanded the
fiddler to "fire up and let him have
something to dance to." Everybody
now crushed and crowded round to wel
come him back, Those who but a short
time before were disposed to mortify
him to the very utmost, in revenge for
liis insolent abuse of their religion and
their country, were the first to call for
three cheers for the
and foremost among the first was Lanty
Hanlon, who clapped him lustily on the
back, and ordered the fiddler to strike
up something with a "sowl in it, to suit
the taste of the jolly Yankee."
It is needless, dear reader, to describe
what followed. Weeks seemed to have
abandoned himself entirely to the ex
citement of the moment. How that ex
citement was brought about, however,
no one could tell. He drank—and
drank freely,—as was evident the mom
ent he made his appearance at the
door,—but whether at the solicitations
of his fair friend, or merely to preserve
his health after so long an exposure to
the storm, was never discovered certain
it is he was completely facinated by his
lovely partner, and danced with her as
long as he was able to move a foot—
swearing all the while by his "crackle '1
she was the finest gal in all creation,and
went through her figures like a real
thorough-bred Yankee, "no mistake
about it,"
Here, dear reader, we must stop, leav
ing the finale of tliis scene to your own
charitable imagination for a description
of our friend Week's position on the
stage, as the curtain fell, is more than.
we dare attempt. One thing, however,
we ought to mention, just to relieve
your anxiety he was conveyed safely
home that same night, and awoke in his
own comfortable bed next morning in
Crohan House.
"Is Miss Petersham engaged, please?"
said a servant, opening the parlor door.
"No: what's the matter?"
"Father John sends in his compli
"Father John!—Is it possible!" ex
claimed Kate Petersham, wheeling
round on the piano stool, and running
to the door to receive him. "Ho, ho!
indeed, so there you coino at last, and
Uncle Jerry too surely something ex
traordinary must have happened to
bring you all the way to Castle Gregory.
Have you had a conflagration or an
earthquake in your neighborhood?"
"Hold, your saucy tongue," said the
priest, slapping her affectionately on the
cheek you're never done scolding 'pon
my word, I had better come here, bag
and baggage, and live at Castle Gregory
"You'll do no such thing, sir—I hate
you. You're a barbarous man. You're
the most unsocial, ill-natured, hard
hearted creature in the whole world."
"0, to be sure, because I don't spend
all my time playing chess with the
greatest mad-pat in Christendom."
"Do you hear that, Uncle Jerry?"
exclaimed .Kate, turning to Mr. Guir
kie "and the man hasn't been here to
see us once in a month."
'Never mind we'll, have our revenge
of him vet-, depend upon it. His ne
glect of you abfiolufcely unpardonable,
after all your professions of regard for
"Pshaugh! he'ii not worth my re
venge. I renounce him I shall, take
you for my confidant in future, and
leave him to his beads and breviary. So
come over here, to your old easy chair,
and let us have a quiet chat together
and running her arm into his. she was
hurrying him away to a corner of the
room, when the priest laid his hand on
her shoulder.
"Not so fast, Kate not so fast.
You've forgotten there's a stranger in
the room. Mists Petersham, let me pre
sent to you Dr. Heushaw, of Edinburgh,
Dr. Heushaw, Miss Petersham, of
Castle Gregory, one of the most mis
chievous and ungovernable of her sex."
"Don't believe him, Dr. Henshaw.
I'm no such thing". Welcome, sir, to
Castle Gregory."
"flow-d'ye do, my dear? glad to see
you," said the hitter, bowing stiffly, and
raising his gold spectacles to look at her
in detail. "Don't trouble yourself about
what Father John says. It's not all
gospel, I suspect.
"iSior his preaching either, if what his
bishop says be true."
"Ha! ha! A very serious charge, in
deed," laughed Uncle Jerry "and no
doubt reason enough for it too."
"I see you've been reading Swift,
Miss Petersham," said Henshaw, taking
a volume from the table. "Do you ad
mire him?"
"Swift—certainly. Did you ever Bee
an Irish woman who didn't?''
"Well, I don't remember, parteecular
ly, as to that. But his moral sentiments
"Swift was an elegant writer, full of
wit and humor—and, best of all, he
laved his country, and never was
ashamed to own it."
"Ah! and you think he deserves credit
for that?"
"To be sure I do—why not? He lived
in times when devotion to his country
and her cause was a disqualification for
office both in Church and State be
sides, Dean Swift was a near relation of
ours by the Willoughbys, as my vener
able aunt would tell you."
"Ah!—that indeed!"
"But don't you like him, doctor?"
"No," replied the doctor, gruffly.
'•You don't! is it possible? Why, I
thought Swift was a favorite every
"In Ireland—yes."
"You must admit he's witty and hum
orous, doctor."
"Not very—but that, and a keen sense
o' the rideeculous, is about all that's in
"O, no, no, doctor, I won't agree to
that at all you quite underrate Swift.
For my part, I think there is more
sound philosophy in Swift than in any
other work I ever read."
"Humph! have you read much?"
"No sometimes, when the fit takes
me, I pick up
book and read a page or
two here and there."
"But do you study what you read?''
"No I'm too great a madcap for that.
I can ride a horse, though, or sail a
boat, as well as any Irish girl you'll
find and these are the only accomplish
ments I pretend to lay claim to."
"Not very feminine, I should think,"
ejaculated Henshaw, pursing out his
lips, and looking over at the priest, with
his eyes dilated into what he intended
for a smile.
"No, sir: but they suit my term of
mind. And yet Mr. Guirkie here will
tell you I've got some philosopy in me,
"I'll have nothing to do with your
philosophy," said Uncle Jerry, pacing
up and down the room, and bobbiug the
skirts of his coat on his hands behind
him. "I wish to the Lord the captain
was at home that's all I wish."
"Father John, go to the sideboard,
and find some refreshments," said Kate.
"Come, doctor, you must pledge me in
good stout Burgundy, and I'll forgive
what you said of Swift."
"I shall wait for the captain," replied
Father John, looking up from the news
paper 'the doctor there will oblige you
at present."
"You shall not, sir, he may not re
turn for an hour yet. Wait for the cap
tain, indeed! Ain't I as good company
as the captain? O, Dr. Henshaw, these
Catholic priests are the most ungallant
people imaginable."
Dr. Henshaw emptied the glass which
Kate filled for him, adding, as he laid it
on the sideboard., "you're not so mawk
ish, I perceive, as our young ladies gen
erally are."
"O, I'm only an Irish girl,, you know
I do what I please—no one minds me
.Father John there once thought he
could manage me, but it failed him."
"Not I," replied the priest, "I never
was-' so silly as t® think such a thing."
"You did indeed, sir—you needn't
deny it: you had me in leading strings
for a whole week or more,"
"How was that?''1 said Henshaw.
"He tried to convert me—ha, ha! Kept
me reading night and day—"
"Convert you?—what, from sin?"
"No, from Protestanism. Sin indeed!
why, doctor, I'm ashamed of you."
Well, Protestanteesm is sin—and a
most grievous sin, my good girl."
"There now, you're at it again," mut
tered Uncle Jerry, still pacing the room
in his usual way. "You're at it again
I vow and protest it is outrageous."
"You frighten me, doctor," said Kate
'upon my word I'll run away and leave
"But don't you kuow that if you die
out of the Kaatholic church you will be
"Listen to that," exclaimed Kate.
"I hear him," said the priest "the
doctor's very strong on that point."
"Well, doctor, I'm not prepared to
dispute with you about the matter at
present," said Kato, "but I'm pretty
sure of one thing—you could never
make a Catholic of me in that way."
"He's got himself into trouble again,"
said Uncle Jerry, sitting down on a chair
beside the priest.
"He deserves it," responded the lat
ter, in
tone of displeasure.
"I declare I never saw a man in my
life so fond of differing with anybody as
he is. Why, I vow to goodness, I
thought he was going to swallow me
neck and heels this morning in the boat,
when I attempted to defend Tillotson
and Burnet."
"That is his greatest fault he can
never dispute five minutes without los
ing his temper."
"And does he suppose people must
put up with his temper when he chooses
to lose it? I declare that is very fine."
"It's a great weakness in him, and
I'm sorry, for he's a man of great mental
"O, who cares for his mental ability?
I wouldn't give a brass button for a
man who can't talk with you on any
thing but great heavy subjects. And
then he goes at them in such a way too,
with all his might, like a dray horse
starting a lead."
"Heavy subjects are his spe
ciality," observed Father John he
don't pietena to handle anything else.
And indeed, as a polemic and logician,
he has very few equals."
"But he does pretend to handle every
thing else. Why, he reviews every book
he can lay bis hands on—stories, novels,
poetry, everything—from a primer to a
course of theology. Speciality indeed!"
"You're right he has been doing
something that way of late, now that I
remember. But the truth is, I think so
little of his literary criticisms I don't
care to read them. He never should
attempt to criticise such books at all.
The are entirely out of the sphere of
his taste and acquirements."
(To be continued.)
There is no joy in the world like you.
No music BV/eet as your "goo ah-goo,"
No skies so clear as your eyes of bluo—
Baby, oh my baby.
But when you ground on the secret nin
And open your valve and howl like sin.
Baby, oh
My heart, is glad when your face I see.
My joy is full when you come to me,
I laugh with you i.u romping glee.
Baby, oh my baby.
And oftentimes my miduicht snore
Is broken short by your screaming roar.
And till morning dawns we walk the lioor.
Baby, oh my baby.
—fR. J. Burdefte in Brooklyn Eagle.
Curious Culinary Instances Among
the Germans.
The Germans, always celebrated for
heavy eating, furnish us with some curi
ous culinary items. In the middle ages
the goose was the grand dish among
them but they also ate crows, storks,
cranes, herons, swans and bitterns—these
last named dishes being arranged in a
circle of honor around the goose. The
geier or European vulture, tlie dog-fish,
the dolphin and even the whale were
eaten while a roast guinea pig was con
sidered a very great delicacy. All their
foods were highly spiced, and sauces were
endless in their variety, three or four
kinds being served up with each dish.
In these sauces, pepper, mace, cinnamon,
cloves, ginger, garlic, saffron and pimento
contended for the mastery, and the more
decided the flavor the better the cook.
Of course, the great art was to arrange
these sauces in an ascending scale of
piquancy. So great* indeed, was the pas
sion for highly-flavored foods that turkeys
had often an allowance of musk in their
daily rations. The most fashionable wines
were those of Chios, Cyprus and other
Greek vintages but, as highly-llavored
foods require, drink to correspond, the
wine was generally spiced, and was served
under the name of hippocras. Is was not
thought unpolite, even as late as the six
teenth century, for a guest to ask his host
what wines he intended to provide, so
that he might, make his calculations as to
what he would take before he confined
himself to the particular tipple which
should place him under the table nor
was it. thought unpolite in the middle of a
banquet to undo the girdle in order to
make more room for such tempting tid
bits as pike-tails, barbels' heads, skin of
roast goose and swan tongues. The
feast usually commenccd at eleven o'clock
in the forenoon, and the longer the host
could keep the guests at the table the
better was he thought of but in the mat
ter of drinking he was expected to en
courage potation by providing bacchan
alian song, or at least by being himself
the first to become hors du combat. It
was with this latter object that a rich man
would mix his wines, while a poorer one
would contrive to have his homely tank
ard strongly dosed with wine, or even
spirits when these had become general.
His Occupation Cone,
Broker (to friend)—"You remember
that very bright young fellew who used to
shine xay boots?"
Friend (thinking a moment)—"Yes
smart boy that."
Broker (dubiously —"A little too smart.
He's run off with old 's daughter."
Friend (with a whistle)—"The young
rogue! So nothing but an heiress would
suit himV"
Broker (reflectively)—"Well, he's got
plenty of money and has married into a
fine family, but I fear its a terrible mes
Friend (chuckling)—"Ah, I suppose
you're afraid he won't shine in
A Singular Omission.
"Pawpaw," said a New Jersey young
lady, "will you look into the dictionary
for 'mosquito,' and let me know how it is
•Taint here," said the old man, after a
"It must be, pawpaw. Have you looked
"Iv'e been through the S's Ave times,
an' there ain't nothin' that ever looks like
Concerning Monopolies.
Harkins (to traveler)—"Oh, yes, we
have some very wealthy people here, and
several motiopolists.
the latter,
One of the last letters
think Richards, the flour-mill man, is
about the wealthiest."
Richards—"I do detest these grinding
ATell Looked After.
Fifteen r,ewspaper men sit in the Iowa
legislature. The rest set on it.
When a Chicago man died recently his
wife ordered the lining of the coffin to
match his whiskers. Yet some people will
reproach that woman when she marries
again within a year.
Lord Roseberry is spoken of by the
Boersen Courier, the organ of the Berlin
Stock Exchange, as "Mr." Rosebery,
"who has a family connection with the
Senator Hawley is one of the most ver
satile of Congressmen. He can make a
good speech, write a good editorial, sing a
good song, paint a good picture or give
good music on the pianoforte.
Mrae. Daniel Wilson, President Grevy's
daughter, presides at grand social gather
ings at the Elysee with quite the air of a
Princess Royal, seldom laying aside her
haughtiness save when music or art come
under discussion. Then her enthusiasm
gets the better of her dignity.
General Han­
cock was written to Matt Morgan on Feb
ruary 6, recommending General St. Clair
A. Mulholland of Philadelphia, as a suita
ble officer of the Union forces capable of
furnishing valuable information on the
operations of the Army of the Potomac,
which Mr. Morgan will illustrate in a
series of battle paintings.
General Lew Wallace tells with great
gusto the story of. a German who opened
a beer saloon in Constantinople. Of course
Mahomedans do not drink strong liquor.
But when they saw the foaming lager they
said: "By the Beard of the Prophet!
That doen not look like wine. But the
way the giaours'drink it, it must be good.
Let us try it!" They did try it numer
ously indeed, multitudinously. And
General Wallace says.the enterprising man
from Vienna is making an independent
fortune from good Mahoinedan patronage.
An ingenious gentleman in the Third
ward attempted to utilize the toboggan
craze by extending a smooth board from
the top to the bottom of the cellar stairs.
The conditions attached to the slide were
that each slider should bring up a scuttle
of coal on the return trip The first day
the family and neighbors brought up
about a ton, the second day one scuttle,
so the success of the enterprise is prob
lematical.—[Philadelphia CalL
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issued out of and under the sealof ti'-e
District Court of the State of Minnesota, in and
for the Fourth .Indicia! District, and County el
Hennepin, on the 7th lay of June, 1880. upon 'i
judgment endered and docketed in said Cour
and "County in an action Therein, wherein Fred'.
Anderson vrati plaintitf and Andrew 3. Lim'i
berg o.nd Luoy J. Lindberp? vere defendants in
favor of said plaintiff and againut. said defend
ants for the sum of two hundred and seventy
seven and 83-.'00 doiltsrs, a certified eopyof vim/!:
said ludfftnont and decree has to mc.as sheriff of
said Hennepin county, been duly directed and
delivered, will sell at public auction io the
highest cash bidder, at the frontdoor of the
Court House, corner of Fourth
and Eighth-
south in the city of Minneapolis in iitiicl
county of Hennepin, on Saturday the fllst day
of July. li-S6, at ten o'clock in the forenoon
that day aii the right, title ar.d interest, of An
drew J. Liudberjr and Lucy J. Lh.uiber^ il:e
above named judgment debtors iu and to
following described property, upon which said
judgment is a speciiiclien, to wit: Lot. live (5)
Block thirty-six (30) in Sherburne and IScebe'.1:
Addition to the city of Minneapolis!, according
to the recorded platthereof on lite and of record
in the office of the Register of Deeds in and for
said Hennepin County.
Dated at Minneapolis, Minn., June tfctii, 1883,.
Sheriff of Hennepin County..
George H. White,
Attorney for Judgment Creditor.
County of Hennepin. th Judic:ini
North Star Iron Works Company against I.. E.
Stetlev, John E. Mcltiabl and N. P. Nelson.
& Co.:
Under and by virtue of a judgment and de
cree issued out of and under the seal of th?
District Court of the statr- of Minnesota, in and
forthe Fourth Judicial District, and county or
Hennepin, on the 25th day of May, lb'86, in tho
above entitled action, a duly certified copy
which decree has been to me delivered, and
pursuant thereto I will sell at public auction to
the highest emih bidder, at the front door of
the Court House, in the city of Minneapolis,
in said county, on Saturday, the 31st day of
Jniy, 1880, at 30 o'clock in the forenoon, tne
following described property, or so
much thereof as Khali be necessary to
satisfy the amount adjudged due the
plaintiffs, together with the costs of sale.
That certain property known as the Model
Planing Mill, the building and its machinery
and appurtenances, situated on Lot eight:
iu Block fourteen (J i.i in iJassett,51 oore & Case's
addition to Minneapolis, and. all the inter
est the iid L. E. Stetler had on the 10th day of
April, 1885, in the said Lot eitfht (8) und in thar
strip or parcel of land adjoining the said Lot
eight (8) on the north side,' being thirty-throe
(33) feet in width find running' the whoie length
of Lot seven (7) in said Block fourteen (14), and.
being a part of said Lot seven (7), which said in
terest is declared to be a leasehold interest, ex
piring the uay of December. 1883.
Dated this 19th day of June. 13S6.
Sheriff of Hennepin County.
Attorneys for Judgment Creditor.
25 Second St. S., Minneapolis.
Telephone call 456-1. A nHwered at all hours.

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