Narragansett herald., November 02, 1895, Image 6

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TWO LSVES,
Two loves had I; a star of morning ono—
The other like the rising of the sun.
Two loves, two dreams! The one made haste
to fly;
The other bad a life that may not die.
Two hopes, two aids. Theoneislost inlight,
The other still eludes my closest fight.
I moarn for one beneath the rustlinz treo
Where haunt the quiet birds of memory;
But rise and follow when the other calls,
With scorn of obstacles, contempt of falls,
Perhaps 'tis well that I coull never gain
The first—that I pursue the last with pain.
It may be that our life was never meant
For full achievement or complete coatent;
It may be we are taught by long pursait,
Here is the seed time, only there the fruil,
I eannot tell; but still the pangs remain;
Two loves had I, and followed both in vain.
~—Arthur L. Salmon.
THE LOST TRUNK.
OME, Courtney,
lend me your ears
for balf an hour,
for T am in a
vickle,” exclaimed
Fred Sawyer to his
friend. “‘Come up
to my quarters. I
have something to
show you, and—no
joking I need
your advice.”
“If yon take it
it will be for the first time,” laughed
good-natured Couartney. “‘Lead on,
and don’t lose any time in relieving
this suspense. I'm not fond of rid
dles, you know.”
““Why, yesterday I dropped into
the saleroom at a London station.
You krow, they sell off the unecalled
for luggage at intervals, and a sale
was just going on. A number of the
boys were there, and we each com
menced to bid for a trunk. I selected
rather a small one, and— Here we
are! Come right in, and view the
burden of my woes.”
He led the way into a pleasant apart
ment, and pointed to a small leather
trunk which stood ia the midd!e of the
room.
“Open it, if you want to,” he said.
“I’ve had enongh of the confounded
thing. It's full of woman’s stuff, and
what do you suppose I can do with it?
I haven’t an aunt or a cousin in the
wide world.”
““Keep it till vou're married, Fred.
These seem to be good clothes,” said
Courtney, peeping into the box, and
lifting dainty garments with a half
reverent touch, in spite of his langh
ing face.
“Humph! The idea of such advice
from you! Why, old boy, I shall not
marry for ten years—five, anyway—
and I'm not going to risk keeping
these things here and being taken for
a lady burglar. Mrs. McGaffrey would
find them in spite of everything—
smell murder in the air, and hunt
around for the skull bones. No, I'll
dump the trunk in the river; that’s
what I'll do.”
“Pshaw! You're too sensible for
that. These things cost money—lots
of it, I imagine—and you paid some
thing for them in the bargain. You
might sell them to the secondhand—
No, I've a better scheme than that.
Why not go through the trunk sys
tematicsally,find out the owner’s name
and address- there are surely letters
or something--and write to her, offer
ing her the whole thing for a reason
able sum ?”
“‘Do an act of charity, and yet turn
an honest penny. Aoy one would
know you are Scotch. Baut I must go
back to the store, and-- Here! you
have all the time there is; suppose
you go through it for me? All 1 ask
is that you will keep Mrs. McGaffrey
out. Fare dien!” And oft he went.
Couriney laughingly locked the
door ; but the smiles soon left his face
a 8 he proceeded with his task. He
wondered if the little battered trank
bad been lost in some of the dreadful
catastrophes he had read of; he im
agined the owner killed and her body
as well as luggage unidentified in the
horrible excitement.
They were girlish things—dainty
veils and ribbous, ginghams, silks and
showy linen. He lingered over a small,
worn slipper, and telt a thrill akin to
that awakened in Cinderella’s prinee.
“No clew yet,” he murmured.
“Perhaps there are letters in tais
hx."
Its catch was bent, but he wrenched
it open, and out flew—his own photo
graph 1]
He sat down plamp in a box of lace
and stared. On the other side were
his initials, and a date he had been
trying for three years to forget,
“June 2, 1890.”
““Nell Burr's trunk !" he exclaimed.
*“Ob, my little girl, what has hap
pened to you? May be some ouve—.
No, here are your initials on this belt
buckle, and your gloves were No. 6,
and this slipper would just fit your
dear little foot.”
The young man grew excited and
raptarons over each article; presently
he lifted a package of letters from one
corner.
“My own—and they'express the
greatest happiness life ever brought
me. They are like the leaves that flut
ter down in the November rain. I
wonder why she kept them. How many
there are!”
Unfastening (ue cord, he turned the
letters over and found many of the
envelopes seribbled upon by a tamiliar
hand. Thepe wers items jotted down
to be remembered in answering, and
scraps of poetry which had not long
since reached his eye, and been ever
since cherished in his memory. Upon
the last one—for they were all num
bered— was written in ink this girlish
confession: ‘‘Al Courtney, 1 love yon,
but will never marry any one so in
constant.” '
Resting hLis head on the empty tray
in silence, he cxclaimed:
*‘l was a fool—a consummate fool!
—and now, perbaps, she 1s dead.”
A noise outside aroused him, acd in
& bewildered way he surveyed the gar
ments strewed on every side, and
gazed mournfully at the beautiful hat
through which ke had run one foot
and the box of laces he had uncon
scionsly used for a cushion. Fred
wounld be coming in a few minutes,
He began repacking the things with
ruthless bhaste, and, stowing the let
ters in lus own pockets, was lying
lazily on the couch reading the paper
wheun his chum entered.
**Well!” he cried, *‘what mystery
did vou unearih?”
‘*No mystery at all,” was the delib
erate answer; ‘“‘but the ‘stuff,’ as yon
eall it, is worth something, and would
be a regular gold mine toa girl. I've
a dolion to buy it from you and pre
sent it to my sisters. What will yoa
take?”
“‘Oh, come! You're just"doing that
to helpmeout. 1 know your benevo
lent old heart. No, I'll follow your
first advice, dnd hunt up the owner.
It would be quite romaatic, and, be
sides, youn hinted that I might make s
shilling or two by is. You found he:
name and address there, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” Al reluctantly answered ; ;]
found her name and an address, but
it is hardly likely you could find her
after so many years. You know, they
keep luggage a long time belfore it is
sold.”
“I'm not sure about that,” said
Fred. *“l've thought about it all the
morning, aod the idea grows on me.
It will be rare fun to try. anyvway.
What did you say the name was?”
““But no doubt this girl was killed
—laggage is seldom lost except by
some such accident, and—and maybe
she is an old woman.”
Fred laughed immoderately.
“Just as if that would make an act
cf charity less meritorious. Old wo
men don’t usually wear white lace
hats, though. You must have found
something preciousin there—jewelry,
or something—which makes you anx
ioug to martyrize yourself. It’s mine,
however, and I am not as anxious to
part with it as I was—not till I've
looked through it, anyway.”
As be turned the key Al remembered
that his own photograph was lying in
a conspicuous box, and exclaimed :
*“Wait until after dinner, then; I'm
half starved.”
““Perhaps it would be better,” was
the answer, and they passed out to
gether.
When fairly downstairs Al said he
had forgotten his handkerchief, and
flew back three steps at a time to get
it. Securing the picture and placing
it in an inside pocket, he said to him
self :
“‘Sarely there’s nothing else to give
me away. Bt I must wheedle ‘him
out of the trunk.”
After dinner Fred ‘““‘went through”
the contents of the trunk, making
boyish remarks concerning each arti
cle as he threw it aside. Al inwardly
winced at these remarks, and could
scarcely restrain himself from knock
ing him over on the spot.
*“What makes you so crusty?”
queried Fred, suddenly, as one of his
choicest jokes was met by a gruff
“H’'m!” *“There’s no fun in you, and
why you want this stuff beats me.
Your sisters would turn up their nos>s
at second-hand clothing, if it is pretty.
Bat it isn’t worth fussing over, so take
it along. No doubt it would prove a
white elephant on my hands sooner or
later.”
Not until the trunk was safely in
his room could Al breathe freely ; even
then it was no easy matter to keep it
out of his sisiers’ sight. They both
made a pet and confidant of their one
brother, and had a fashion of dropping
into his room &t all hours to tell him
of their schemes and woes. He had
pushed the trunk under a mahogany
table in the corner, the old-fashioned
cover of which reached almost to the
floor.
When he told them he was going
away for a little business “‘trip,” they
beset him with questions and petitions
to be taken with him, finaily deciar
ing that they would eclean house
while ne was gone, and “‘sort out his
trash.”
So behold him, in tae dead of night,
carrying the ‘‘white elephant” up the
narrow attic stairs bumping his head
on every rafter and getting cobwebs
in his mustache. He covered it with
old clothing, pushed a big bex in
front of it and then crept downstairs,
feeling as guilty as if he had been con
cealing some crime. At breakfast the
girls both talked at once about the
burglar who tried to get iln, and how
they pounded on Al’'s door and could
not even get an answer.
At noon he was off, and as the train
whirled onward he became possessed
with fears. She might not be at Hast
ings; she might not care for him after
these three years; she might even be
married or dead.
Arriving at his destination at last,
he only stopped to leave his bag at an
hotel, and walked rapidly to a familiar
house in the suburbs. Ringing the
bell, he inquired for Miss Burr in a
matter-of-tact way, as if he had seen
her the day before. He watched the
girl’'s face as he spoke, and saw mno
trace of surprise. She simply said:
““Miss Burr may not be able to see
you, but come in, and 1 will ask.”
Presently he was shown into a small,
sunny room, where, on a couch, lay
the one girl he had ever loved. He
meant to explain at once the cause of
his foolish going and eager coming, all
of which he had framed into frank.
beautiful sentences; but somehow
they forsook him, and he fell back on
the commonplace. She received him
with quiet words of welcome, and then
said :
‘“‘Pardon my position, but lam such
an invalid that it is a trial to sit up.”
““An invalid!” he echoed, faintly.
‘‘Yes,” she answered. *“‘Did you
not hear of my accident several months
ago? On coming home from a visit [
stopped for a day or so in a London
hotel. The building caught fire a few
bours after I entered it. The horror
of the scene is so stamped —branded
would be a more appropriate word—
on my memory that I cannot bear to
talk of it. I lost everything except
the ulsier which was wrapped about
me, and would have lost my life but
for the brave fireman who broke my
fal. Oh, no, lam not seriously in
jured,” she continued, in answer to
his half-spoken question, ‘‘though I
have been ill ever since. It was such
a shock, vou know.”
By deft questioning he succeeded in
making her say:
‘“Yes, I lost my trunk. It was left
at the siation (I expected to go on in
a day or two), and the deposit check
was destroyed with my pocketbook.
Railway people are necessarily par
ticular about identifying luggage, and
for two weeks I was too ill to even re
member it. Besides, I had only gone
for a short outing, and it held nothing
of much value, except some keepsakes
that were dear to me.”
A deep flush stole over her face
at these words; he watched it for a
delicious moment, and then gathered
her up in his arms, exclaiming :
“I will bring them back, if you will
pay tho reward I want.”
Then—or rather, after he had tor
tured her impatience mercilessly—he
told her of Fred’s ‘‘bargain” bought
at auction. She begged forit, coaxed,
pleaded, all in vain. He declared she
could only have the little leather
trank as a wedding present. And a
very happy wedding party it was, too.
—Tit-Bits.
No More «Whipping the Cat.”
One branch of the cobbler's trade
bas been completely wiped out by the
readymade shoe industry. In the days
when farmers tanned their own
leather, or had it prepared at the near
est tannery, the raral districts were
overran at certain seasons of the year
by itinerant cobblers, who journeyed
from farmhouse to farmhouse, and so
journed in each until they had made
foot-wear for every member of the
huusehold. This journeyman indus
try was called “‘whipping the cat,”
and many excellent cobblers engaged
in it with profit; but machine-made
shoes have ended it. —New York Newa
THE FIELD OF ADVENTURE,
HRILLING INCIDENTS AND DAR
ING DEEDS ON LAND AND SEA.
Most Unique Battle of the War—
Fight With a Marine Monster—A
Thwarted Crime, Etec.
N the winter of 1862-3 a part of
the Confederate army was in win
ter quarters near the town of
Dalton, in the northern part of
Georgia. The famous Orphan Brigade
of Kentucky, noted for its bravery
and daring in battle, was encamped
near a brigade of Tennessee troopa.
The Kentuckians were commanded by
General Joseph H. Lewis, now on the
bench of the Court of Appeals, and
the gallant Pat Clebourne, who after
ward fell fighting bravely at Frank
lin, Tenn.
The two brigades mingled constant
ly, and the tedium of camp life was
relieved by many gay pranks and
harmless larks among the soldier
boys.
One day the troops were treated to
a genuine snow storm—a sight very
rare in that part of the country, but
waich recalled their far away homes
very vividly to the soldiers from the
Middle States. A party of Tennessee
soldiers had been .paying a visit to
some of their Kentucky comrades, and
as they took theirdeparture their late
hosts in a spirit of sport threw some
snowballs after them ; they responded
promptly, and a lively contest ensued,
each party pelting the other with the
white missiles. 1
TLe Tennesseeans retreated at first,
but, being re-enforced, returned to the
attack. Some Georgians, who now ‘
learned to make snowballs for the
first time, also joined their side. They
assailed the Kentuckians so fiercely
that the latter, outnumbered and
blinded by the feathery balls, were
driven from their position and their
barracks and colors were seized by the
enemy.
At this juncture General Lewis
stepped out of his tent, and was also
greeted with a volley of snowballs and
a derisive cheer. Seeing how matters
stood he sprang upon his horse, or
dered out his officers and men and ad
vanced with his entire brigade to re
gain their lost honors.
The Tennesseeans and Georgians
called on their comrades for aid, and
both sides responded with the same
eagerness and promptness which
would have been displayed at the sud
den attack of a Federal army. Ina
few moments 8000 men and officers
were drawn ap in battle array, their
arms full of snowballs, and amid
shouts of laughter and loud cheers the
the fight waged furiously.
The officers rode among the men
encouraging them and bravely expos
ing themselves to the shower of white
balls, which soon made the soldiers
look like snow men. If an officer was
knocked off his horse, a private im
mediately took his place and rallied
his comrades.
The battle waxed fiercer and fiercer ;
each side made determined charges
and were repulsed again and again.
But slowly, inch by inch, the valiant
Kentuckians drove their opponents
back and recaptured their quarters
and colors. They then formed in a
compact body, with freshly gathered
ammunition and charged upon the
spot where General Clebourne was
seated on his horse, gayly cheering
his men and giving instructions to his
aides. Time after time the Ken
tuckians dashed themselves against
the wall of Tennesseeans, but were
driven back before the rain of balls
and forced to retreat. The two bodies
of men swayed back and forth all the
afternoon without either side gaining
a victory. Night finally came and the
darkness ended the bloodless, but one
of the most unusual aand fiercest,
battles ever fought. Louisville
Courier-Journal.
Fight With a Marine Monster.
The Italian settlement at the foot
of Franklin street, Oakland, Cal., was
agitated the other morning by the
capture of a monster of the deep. An
Italian fisherman gave battle to the
queer fish, and he says he will long
remember the encounter. The cap
ture was made near Goat Island in
the morning. It took several hours
to land the fish, and during the con
test two boats were nearly wrecked.
The Italians call the monster a “‘rat
fish,” because it has somewhat the ap
pearance of a rat. The fish weighs
245 pounds and measures eleven feet
from the tip of the nose to the end of
the tail. The tail itself, which was
used by the fish as a means of defense,
measured six feet in length. The
fishermen claim that this is the first
‘‘rat fish” ever captured in the bay of
San Francisco.
The story of the battle was told by
James Lagoria. He employs tbe fish
ermen to go out every morning and
fish for him. *‘‘There is cne old man
in my employ,” said Lagoria, “who
seems to have particularly bad luck 1n
catching freaks. Several days ago he
caught a man-eater while fishing near
Goat Island and had aun exciting en
counter. This morning the same old
fisherman had his lines out near Goat
Island when he captured the rat fish.
He was alone at the time, and was
somewhat excited when the monster
came to the surface of the water and
made straight for his little boat, lash
ing his tail in all directions. The
fisherman had to devote his efforts to
getting away from his catch. He
shouted for assistance, and three com
panions, wha were fishing in the vicin
ity, came to his rescne. After a long
struggle they succeeded in drowning
the monster and towed him shore. A
fish that weighs 245 pounds and is
even eleven feet long, w#ith a tail al
most like a rod of iron can do some
fighting when it gets mad. That is
what my fishermen found ont when
they tried to land the monster. The
man who made the captuare has given
up the sea for a fewdays. He is a lit
tle superstitious about his captures
and does not want to do any more
fishing for awhile.
“‘The Italians call it a ‘rat fish,’ but
that is not the proper name. We have
been in the fish business for a great
many years, but we havs never had
anything like this before. It 1s not
a shark. The tail is very peculiar and
has great strength when the monster
is alive. That is its weapou of defense.
The men who caught the fisk teli me
that the mounster can work terrible
havoc with its tail. They were thor
oughly alarmed dcring the battle with
the creature. Atter we have had it on
exhibition a few days we shall send
the head to the Osakland High School.
We gave this school the head of the
man-eating shark.”
A Thwarted Crime.
An Indian paper tells a carious tale.
A rich lady, with her two children,
both infants, was going, it is said, in
her own ‘‘ekka” from Ramnagar to a
place in the centre of the Bar tract.
The driver was a trustworthy servant
of the family, and it was for this rea
son that the lady had not divested
herself of the ornaments she usually
wore. Bnt the sight of the jewels was
too much for him, and at an excep
tionally lonely spot in that lonely
country he suddenly asked his mis
tress to hand him her valuables. On
her suspecting his real designs and
hesitating, the miscreant sbfi’ved him
self in his real colors, and inade her
and her little ones, who could hardly
toddle about, get down. The horrible
thought that was working in his brain,
that of hiding his crime by means of
murder, had given his face a sardonic
look, which made the poor woman
tremble.
Then the fiend bound her, hand and
foot, and informed her that he wounld
first kill her children and then do her
to death. By her earnest entreaties
she prevailed over him to begin with
her first. He had an axe in his hand,
with which he aimed & blow at her,
but the head being loose, it flew away
and fell a few paces off, the handle
only remaining in his grasp. He
stepped into the grass to look for it
and disappeared behind a mound. She
waited her certain doom with all her
nerves on the strain. She gradually
fell into a swoon, and when she came
round the first thing she saw was her
husband bending over her and her ba
bies ecrying aad tugging at her
clothes.
After she had left, a nameless uneas
ineas seized her husband. He could
not reason away his vague fears, try
as he would, #ad at last he mounted
his horse and followed the *‘ekka.” He
had proceeded but a few miles when
the dreadful sight of his wife and chil
dren lying bound up with cords on
the ground met his eyes. And the
story that his wife told him congealed
his blood with horror. They both
then, drawn by an irrepressible curi
osity, went toward the direction that
the miscreant went to pick up his ax,
and think of their surprise when they
saw his corpse already lying blue,
putrid and bloated, the flies buzzing
over it in clouds. Retribution had
come in the shape of a “‘karundis,” of
the deadiy variety known as ‘‘khaki,”
rare even in those snake infested
parts, whose bite instantaneously par
alizes the victin? and decomposes the
body in an hour.
Just an Inch From Death.
We were sitting on the veranda of
our bungalow one evening in far-off
Burmah, R. A., and I, enjoyingz our
after dinner cheroot. The waters of
the bay lapped laziiy at the sand at
our feet, for our house was ‘‘builded
on the sands” of the shore. All the
world seemed at peace, only the
“plunk! plank!” of the monotonous
night bird in the jungle, and the oe
casional note of the jackal signalling
in the distance to his comrades, was
heard. The moon had come up from
behind a rocky island just over in the
bay, and spread a flood of golden yel
low light over the silver topoed break
ers, rolling in over a neighboring
coral reef. It wassocalm and beautiful
that it seemed that all that was wicked
and baa had gone out of the world,
and yet death lurked just at my
friend’s elbow, as he pufled uncon
sciously at his cheroot.
We had been discussing in a leisure
ly manner something that had hap
pened in America. To prove some
point my fricnd arose, and, stretcn
ing himself lazily, sautered into his
bedroom to get a paper bearing on the
matter we had been discussing. Usu
aily lights were placed in all the bed
rooms, but this evening, for some un
accountable reason—probably the
moonlight—the servant had not per
formed his duties. I could hear my
friend fumbling about on his dressing
table and then suddenly he gave a
quick cry of horror and rushed out to
the light.
““I nave beenstruck by a snake,” he
gasped, and his face was deadly pale.
““Where isit? Quick! Show me!”
I exclaimed, as I whipped out a kaife.
He held out his right arm. There
was no mark on the hand, which I ex
amined critically, but on the ouff of
the shirt were two tiny scratch-like
punctures, and two little globules of
poisoa sinking into the starched linen
and leaving a sickly, greenish-yellow
mark.
‘““You've had a ciose call, old man,”
I exclaimed, with a great sigh of re
lief, *‘and I think you need a peg to
brace up your nerves, but first let us
settle the snake.”
We found him coiled up on a small
mirror, which lay on the table, andan
ugly looking devil he was, too, ready
to strike again.
He was a very poisonous snake,
known as the Deboae Rasselli, bat
after my friend had finished with him
it would have been difficult for any
naturalist to have placed him in his
proper genus.—Detroit Free Press.
Struck by Lightnihg in a Dory.
Captain Frank Wallace, of Smal’
Point, had a thrilling experience last
week during a thunder shower. He
was out in & dory after ducks when
the storm .came up, and suddenly
there came a flash of lightning that
seemed to surround his boat with its
flame, and then something like a ball
of fire danced along the crest of the
wave in his direction. There was a
dreadful roll of thunder that seemed
to break over his head, and then he
knew no more for some time. When
he revived he was at first unable to
move, but at last half tipped over, his
hands going into the water. He then
discovered that his oars were gone and
his rifle lay in the bottnm of the boat
completely shattered. He also found
that he was bleeding freely but, re
covering somewhat, he paddled ashore
with a piece of board, reaching there
after several hours of hard work. Then
it took the doctor a long while to stop
the bleeding, but Captain Wallace has
now recovered so as to be around as
usual.—Lewiston (Me.) Journal.
Peculiarity of the Mozkinz Bird.
The most remarkable thing about a
mocking bird is its way of layingz out
a range. In the autumn it goes South
and establishes itseif on a piece of
ground that will yield berries and
other food enougi to last until spring.
The tract is determined with as much
accuracy as a mining prospector would
use in staking out a claim. I'erhaps
it may be only fifty yards square, and
it may have a length and oreadth of
as much as 100 yards. The space de
pends mainly upon the fcod supply in
sight, but the mocking bird is a great
glutton and wants ten times the quan
tity that would be neccssary to keep
him alive. Having laid ous his range,
the owner will defend it with his life,
and no other fruit eating bird is al
lowed to enter it.—Chicago Times-
Herald.
Pelroleam tor War Vessels,
All the Italian torpedo boats not al- i
ready having petrolenm furnaces are
to be supplied with them. The burn
ers are the invention of the Italian l
engineer Caniberti. They are being
tried in the German and French na- |
vies. England slone has paid no at
tention to the liquid fuel for small
high-speed war vessels. —San Francis
co Chronicle.
Mme. Casimer-Perier, wife of the
ox-President of France, is an enthusi
astic bicycler.
The Turkish Sultan’s mother, who
conducts the harem, is alone allowed
tc go about unveiled.
Mrs. Lanier, widow of Sidney Lan
icr, the poet, is lecturing on her hus
band’s works in the South,
Mme. Sarah Grand, the English
novelist, is one of the latest couverts
among literary women to the joys of
the bicycle.
It is said that a Dr. Jennie Taylor,
the daughter of an American Metho
dist minister, has gone out to Africa
as a ‘“‘dentist missionary.”
Mrs. Dr. Runyan, M. D., has been
elected a member of the Virginia State
Medical Association by a big vote.
She is the first woman member.
The woman with the longest hair is
Miss Asenath Philpot, of Gainsville.
Texas, whose ‘‘crowning glory’’ meas
ures ten feet and seven Inches.
One of the most enthusiastic of
women horticulturists 1s Miss Alice
Rothschild, whose collection of roses
alone is said to be worth $50,000.
Mrs. Humphry Ward is one of the
most thrifty of women. The author
of ‘“‘Robert Elsmere” has saved $lOO,.
000 from her receipts from her nov
els.
The Countess of Dudley is the only
Countess in England who can claim
the distinction of having been a bora
fid;a shop-girl before she assumed the
title.
Miss Douglass, the champion ama
teur markswoman of England, recent
ly scored fifty-seven bullseyes in sue
cession with a revolver at twenty
yerds’ range.
The Empress of Germany’s private
=edding present to her relations al
usys consists of a very plain traveling
ctock, for she values, among all other
virtues, that of punctuality.
Miss Mary Meredith Reed, daughtier
of the former United States Consul-
General at Paris, is engaged to Count
Max de Foras, whose father is Grand
Marshal of the DBulgarian Court at
Sofia.
Miss Mary Pence, of Anderson, Ind.,
was chloroformed the other night and
her luxuriant golden hair cut off and
carried away. The thief left a note
saying that he could get $6O for the
hair.
Mrs. Lizzie M. Frost, of Monmonuth,
Me.. has full charge of a gristmill
She adjnsts the power and sees that
the machinery does its work vroperly,
while her husband follows his literary
bent and writes poems.
Mrs. Lamont, wife of the Sceretary
of War, and her three danghters have
become experts in amateur photoz
raphy. They have hundreds of pie
tures made by themselves of interest
ing scenes they visited on their recent
tour in the West.
Makboule Hannoum is the name of
a clever Turkish woman living in Con
stantinople. A journal for women has
just been started in that city and the
above named writer has advised her
sisters in Tarkey to stop writing
poetryv and sry prose.
The Dowager Queen of Hanover has
undergone an operation of the left
eye, which was so far satisfactory that
the pein ceased, but the sight of the
affected eye has been completely lost.
The right eye is not affected, and the
Queen 1s otherwise in good health.
No anthoress is more widely read
than Miss Charlotte Yonge. Always
interested in philanthropic enter
prises, she devoted the protits derived
from *‘The Heir of Radelyffe” to fit
ting out the mission schooner, the
Southeru Cross, for the use of Bishop
Selwyn.
Mrs. John P. St. Jobn, wife of the
famous Prohibition ex-Governor, is at
present and has been for some time
superintending the engineering and
other work of constructing a tunnel in
a gold mine at Cripple Creek, Col., in
which her husband has a controling
interest.
Olive Schreiner, who wrote the ex
traordinary ‘‘Story of an African
Farm” before she was seventeen, is
now Mrs. Cron Wright, is thirty-three
and a tiny creature, it is said, with
lovely dark eyes and a very bright
face. She is four years older than
her hushand.
Miss Amelia E. Barr, the novelist,
has lived for so long in America that
many persons have come to regard her
as an American. ' She is a North of
England woman, and was married in
Kendal Parish Church, Westmoreland.
She spent many years in Scotland
prior to leaving for America.
A woman preacher, the Rev. Miss
L. M. Shaw, was appointed pastor of
the First Universalist Church in Oak
land, Cal., a few months ago, and her
ministry bas been increasingly sue
cessful. She preaches to crowds that
grow larzer every Sunday, and her
sermous are said to be highly enter
taining and instructive.
The Princess of Wales was persunad
ed, at the time when ‘‘Books of Con
fession” lay upon every other drawing
room table in the County of Norfolk,
to give her mental photograph. And
she confessed her favorite dish was
““Yorkshire pudding,” her favorite art
““millinery” and her favorite occupa
tion ‘“‘minding my own business.”
FASHION NOTES.
Velret bodices are to be very much
in vogue, worn with black skirts.
A gray mobhair morning ot traveling
costume is brightened by blue and
green plaid silk.
““Real” guipure will be the modern
lace most in favor this winter, and so
will “‘Renaissance point.”’
The printed velvets are aiso used in
colored grounds with leaves and blos
soms of natural tint printed upon
them.
The plaid silks are Franch in color
ing, but are far more brilliant in the
new combinations than any Scotch
plaide.
A demi-season gown from Worth is
of damson-colored crepon and glace
taffeta of the same shade, shot with
green.
There is a growing fancy for the
Roman sash ribbon and often the rib
bon is carried up over the shonlders,
forming bretelles.
The long sealskin coat seems to
have gone out, all the long wraps be
ing cireular capes. The short, tight
fitting jackets are modishly cut in the
latest fashion.
An oddly pretty bodice is of wild
rose brocaded silk, shot with green
; and golden shadows and spangled
* with green sequins. The sleeves are
' large puffs to the elbow, caught in the
middle by bands of smerald jewels.
DODGE & CAMFIELD,
IMPCRTERS. WHOLESALE & RETAIL GROCERS.
34 and 35
Exchange Place,
Choice
Family
G roceries
ar store being located directly opposite the Union Passenger
Station, mskes it especially convenient for out of town purchasers.
CARETI'ULLY PACKHEHD.
DRUGS AND MEDICINES AT REASONABLE PRICES
And save from one-third to one-half
on Goods them I would like to sell
’w.
The prices on Groceries and Dry
Goods were never so low but prices
en Drugs and Medicines in this town
FINE
ART DEALERS.
Gilding and Picture
Framing.
An immense variety of the best moulding
to select from,
OUR PRICES ARE THE LOWEST.
For style and workmanship our work is
guaranteed. We*are punctual in our ser
vice. Speeial prices to tho:e who paint.
It is to your interest to get our prices be
fore ordering frames; also_ for repairing or
regilding your old frames, N S T
A :arie'variety of studies at half-price.
Studies hired ount
P.E. COSTELLO & CO.,
iS3 Westminster St., - Providence, R. 1.
Dn. C.J. BARBOUR, ;
DM INTIBT,
{3~ OrrFice CLOZED ON SaTTGRDAYS. 9%
WAKEFIELD, R. I
INSURE IN TEXR
TRAVELERS
Accident Insurance Co.
Of Hartford, Conn.
and soundest Acclommt Company in eXist
::%};rzs LOW. TWor further information
H. B. PERRY, Agent.
ALBERT B. CRAFTS,
Attorney and Counsellor-at-Law
BRIGGS BUILDING,
WESTERLY, R. L
A 9 Telephone Connection.
GOBEILLES
For the Latest Correct
Styles in
MILLINERY!
Artistic Trimming and
Lowest Prices.
GOBEILLE'S
Suosessor to S. MILKMAN & 00.
161 WesStminster Stres,
PROVIDENCE, R. L
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‘Given Away |
Every Month }
to the person submitting tic ¢
oSt meritorious infi: (
during rewdhg .
WE %ÜBE A 4
FTOR INVENTORS, and the (4
W object of tivis offer is to en- ¢«
courage persons of an invent- ¢
ive turn of mind. At the ¢
same time we wigh to impres: ¢
thefactthat = = = ¢
. it’s the Simple,
2 ¥ rivial Inventions |
} That Yield Fortunes !
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{ and Epe, “See that Hump.” &
) “Safety Pim,™ *“Pigs in Clo- ¢4
. ver,” “Air Brake,” etc.
. Almast every one conceives
;i 9 2{“”&‘l‘."‘ at oom't; :ime or
s 3 other. ¥ not n prac
i tical use? Yufl‘mknu mat 5
? jio in this @irection. May 3§
3 :;::.g‘, y?:ur foctnt;e \\ by :x:u;t fi
i% £~ Write for flgm in(ofll.muon and g
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« THE PRESS GLAIMS GO.
:; Puitlip W. Avirctt, Gen. Megr., 2:
§ 618 F Street, Northwest,
: WASHINGTON, D. C.
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1 of the leading aewepupose 10 (s 4Y
2 LU ttea Shstes. b 4
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| DON'T BUY YOUR PATRONAGE, BUT IF YCU WANT TO BUY YOUR
P. E. Costello & C¢
Established 1877.
GOOODS
have been kept up the same.
T was the first one to cut the prices
on Medicines and should have the
credit.
I have a full stock of everything
kept in a first-class Drug Store and
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CHARLES E. RUFF,
Upholsterer - and - Mattress - Manufacturer,
Parlor Furniture to Order.
COUCHES, JPHOLSTERY 600DS
TURKISH CHAIRS, AND TRIMMINGS.
LOUNGES AND FURNITURE REPAIRED,
ODD PIECES, MATTRESSES RENOVATED
TELEPHONE CONNECTION -227%-2.
Fhat a Paint will stand the Salt Water Fog
ought to sell itself. We have it, and as
the finest Passenger Steamers,
Pilgrim Massachusetts and Connecticut,
well as the finest Yachts, such as Mr
Slater’s new one and the
paritan,
Use them they have the best recommendation
‘ for that purpose.
BILLINGS, KING &
Fhe best material prepared for application by a steam proeess insures the best resulty
FREIGHT PREPAID.
350 BROAD ST., PROVIDENCE,
A GUARANTEE
Navy Yachts or War Vessels,
TRY THEM ONCE.
PREPARED HOUSE PAINT.
Butler Exchange,
Providence, R, .
and Liquors.
sold at one puice t¢ every one.
I have in company with me Mr.
Britton, a thorough Pharmacist, who
will have full charge of compounding
Physicians’ and Family Prescrip
tions.
. WIRIGSIRE'R.
A. L. CROOKER & CO.
FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS
Wood Mantels.
TILES, GRATES AND
FIRE-PLACE GGODS.
Fing Assortment of Wall Papers
We are R. i. Agents for
The Higgins Pat. Metal Screen
Salt Water wili not rust it and it can ne
shrink or swell.
A. COUGDON, Agt.
For Narragansett Prer.
Factory 28-24 Mi 1 Bt. :
Warero- ms 230-232 Weybosset B¢,
PROVIDENCE, R. L
Long Distance Telephonc No, 14.
JOHN BROMLEY,
Narragansett Pier. R I.
Pure
Wines
Special Sale
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