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' 1 is-issued " i SATURDAY MORNINGS, BY . J. R. N. BELL', - - Proprietor. fESDiEB:ir 1 33 W HAS THS FIN EST JOB OFFICE ' IN DOUGLAS COUNTY. CARDS, BILL HEADS, LEGAL BLANKS, . And other Printing, including Large aal E2277 Pesters al SIiqwt Eam-EiHs, Neatly and expeditiously executed -AT PORTLAND PRICES. On Year - -Six Months -Three Months - $2 60 1 50 1 00 These are the term of (hose paying to advance The Review offers fine inducements to advertisers. Terms reasonable. . VOL. IX. ROSEBTJRG, OREGON, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 1885. NO. 44. Roscbiirg "Rev lie Wo J. JASKULEIC, PRACTICAL Watctater, Jeweler and Optician, ALL WOEK WAEKA2TTED. IJealer In Watches. Clocks, Jewelry, . Spectacles and KyeglasHCH. AMD A TVLL LINE OF Cigass, Tobacco & Fancy Goods. Thi only reliable Optomer ui town for the proper adjust ment of (spectacle ; always ou hand. Depot of the Genuine Brazilian Pebble Speo tacles and Eyeglasses. Office First Door South of Postoffice, ItOSF.ltlflUj. OREGOX. LANGEli BERG'S Boot and Shoe Store KOSF.BURG, OKEOOX, On Jackson Street, Opposite the Post Office, Keeps on hand the largest and best assortment of Kan tern and Han Francisco Boots and Shoes, Clatters, Slippers, And everything In the Boot and Shoe line, and SELLS CHEAP FOR CASH. Boots and Shoes Made to Order, and Perfect Fit Guaranteed. I use the Best of Leather and Warran all my work. Repairing Neatly Done, on Short Notice. I keep always on hand TOYS AND NOTIONS. Musical Instruments and Violin Strings a specialty. LOUIS IjAXjJENMERii. HUBBARD CREEK MILLS CLARK &c BAKER, Props. Having purchased the above named mills of E. Stephens & Co.. we are now prepared to fur nish any amount of the best quality of LXJMI31iR ever offered to the public in Douglas county. We will furnish at the mill at the following nricea: No. 1 rough lumber.. ..... ...fl2M No. I flooring. 6 inch. ...$24 M No.. 1 flooring, 4 inch $26 M No. 1 tinsihing lumber $20 $ M -No. 1 finishing lumber dressed on 2 sides $24 M No. 1 finishing lumber dressed on 4 sides $26 $ M CLARK & BAKER. L. K. LANE. JOHN LANE. LANE & LANE, ATTORNEYS AT LAW. Office on Main street, opposite Cosmopolitan Hotel. CHARLEY HAD LEY'S. 13 SHOP Next Door Live Oak Saloon. Shaving and Hair Cutting in a Workmanlike Manner. V- IIOSEBURG, OREGON. JOHN FRASER, Home Made Furniture, - 1VILBVR, OltEtiO.V. DPHOLSTERY, SPRING MATTRESSES, ETC., Constantly on hand. FURNITURE. I have the Best STOCK OF FURNITURE South f Portland. And all of my own manufacture. No Two Prices to Customers. Residents of Douglas County are requested to give me a call before purchasing elsewhere. ALL WORK WARRANTED. DEPOT HOTEI, Oakland, Oregon. RICHARD THOMAS, Proprietor. This Hotel has been established for a num ber of years, and has become very pop-' ; ular with the traveling public. FIBST-CLASS SLEEPING ACCOMMODATIONS AND THE Table supplied with the Best the Market affords Hotel at the Depot of the Railroad. H. C. STANTON, DEALER IN Staple Dry Goods, Keeps constantly on hand a general assortment of . Extra Fine Groceries, WOOD, WILLOW AND GLASSWARE, ALSO CROCKERY AND CORDAGE, A full stock of 'v SCHOOL BOOKS, j Such as required by the Public County Schools. All kinds of Stationery. Toys Fancy Articles.' TO SUIT BOTH YOCHO AND OLD. and Buys and Sell3 Legal Tenders, furnishes Cheeks on 1'ortland, and procures Drafts on San Francisco. SEEDS! SEEDS ILL KINDS OF THE BEST QUALITY. ALL OHDEltS Promptly attended to and goods shipped . witu care. Address, IIACIIESY BEXO, Portland, Oregon. WITCHCRAFT. I X:-; a. p. lew. Soe, Mistress Anne, faire neighbour myne, ' How rides a wltche wuen nignte-winag bio we? Folk save that yon are none too groode To joyne the crewe in Salem wood, , When One von wot of ulves the slsrne: Kighte well, metliinks, the pathe knowe. you In Meetinge-time I watched you well, WhiU'M godly JlHstor i'urria prayed ; Your folded hands laye on your bookc ; But ktchardanrfwered to alooke That fain would tempt him unto hell, vv here, Mistress Anne, your place is maao. Tou lookednto my Uicliard's eyea i With evlll frlant es shamelcsse growne; I found about his wr.ste a hair, And gueuue what tinkers tycd it there: Ha shall not' lightly bo your prize Your Master lirstc shall take his ownc. "lis not in nature he shoulde be- i (Who loved me soe when Springe waa i Kt'ecne) A ehiide, to hanjjc upon your gowne ! lie loved me well In Mdem Towne Untill this wanton witcherie His hearte and myne crept dark betweene. Last Sabbath nighte, the gossips save, : Yonr goodman missed you from his side. He had no strength to move, untill Agen, us if in slumber still, m Besi'le him at the duwne you laye. Tell, nowe. what meantime did betide. Dame Anne, my hate goe with you ilecte As drif tes the Bay fogg overhead Or over yonder hul -lopp, where There Is a trje ripe fruite shall bear When, neighbour wyno, your wicked feet The stones of Gallowes Hill shall tread. A. P. 1884. '!'';' Ouif great great-grandpapas had schooled Ypnr fancies, Lita, were you born In days when Cotton Mather ruled And damask petticoats were worn J Your pretty ways, your mocking air, t Had passed, mayhap, for Satan's wiles As fiaughl with danger, then and there, To you, us now to us your smiles. U - - - Wnynot! Were inquest to begin, ;". . The tokens are not far to seek : Hem the dimple of you chin; Mm that freckle on your cheek. Grade shields his simple soul from harm Who enters your flirtation niche, Or trusts in whispered counter-charm, AlC-ne with such a parlous witch! Your fan a wand is, in disguise ; It conjures, and we straight are drawn Within u witches f'uructisc Of inrush?, gentians, roses, lawn. Bo through the eas n, wnere you go, Allelte than Lita men forget: One needs no kei-ond-sight to know . Thiit sorteiy is rampant yet. Now since the bars no more await fair maids that practice sable arts, Take heed, while I pronounce the fate Of her who thus ensnares our hearts: In time you shall a wizard meet With spells more potent than your own, And you shall know your master, Sweet, And for these witcheries atone. For yon at his behest shall wear A veil, and seek with him the church, And at the altar rail forswear The cralt that left you in the lurch ; But oft thereafter, musing long, With emi'e, and sUju, and conscience- twitch,-.. . ' .. You shall too late confess the wrong A captive and repentant witch. -E. C. Ste-dman, in Harper's Magazine. it X "A CHRISTMAS STORY. How We Captured a Burglar, and What Came of It, -, When ray sisters saw me write down the title of this story, they shrugged their shoulders sind said that it was not a good one at all. "It isn't thrilling enough," cried Ruth. - "And not a bit sentimental,'1 said Jennie. . , , Ono can t make head or tail out of it !" was Aunt I Jersey's scathing com ment while '.mamma p ped out from her p;llows, "it really seems tome, Edith, that you ought to make it more striking. In my day titles were very Important. 'A Midnight Mystery,' now would be the very thing?" ''Never mind the criticisms, Ed'e," Agues spoke at last.' "I think the t tie is just right." And as Agne's was the person most concerned in the story, 1 was willing to abide by her opinion. I. don't be lieve I would have changed my title, anyhow, for I resemble the Barclay side of the house, and mamma has al ways feaid that they are obstinate. Ihe Barclays are papa's relatives, of course who ever heard of a woman, no mat ter how much she loved her husband, praising his folks? Hut both the Bar clays land the Mandells can trace their lineage ever so far back. We have in our possession a teapot and an old chair both said to have been brought over in the "Mayflower." (1 ruth compels me to say, however, that the teapot is a dingy, insignificant little thing with a dent m its side, while as ior tne cnair, a more stin-uacKea, uncomfortable seat ft would be hard to find.) We haven't much beside our good name, unce, and not so very long ago, we lived in luxury.- Papa had his tine horses, rare pictures and statuary; mamma could deck herself in silks and satins, while we children Were dressed like -royal princesses. But there came a dreadful lawsuit, which dawdled along year after year eating up slice after slice of our property, and when at last it was decided against us, every thing had to go. Papa was so dis couraged poor man! and so dismay ed at having to face the world you see '.ie had been brought up.in ease and was v dreamy scholar that he fell sick, and tfter a lingering illness, died. Everything went house, furniture, plae, jewels and we had nothing left but a little, lonely place way out in the couhtry. An old-fashioned stone house, with srigantic chimney and low, slop- mg roof. The view was fine two greii u cloud-capped mountains at our bacfc, and in front, a windings babbling little stream and a fresh, green mea- .k)wi It was a delightful place in sum mery for the air was cool and bracing and laden with the spicy fragrance of pinol and cedar woods. The house it self was roomy, though so low and after we had opened the doors and win dows and let in showers of golden sun light and whiffs of odorxnis breezes, and when we had given the rooms a look of comfort with the br.ts of furniture we had saved from the wreck, we all, with one accord, declared that "it wasn't so bad after all." Even poor mamma, who all this time had been more dead than alive, mourn ing over her erief and our fallen estate. looked qn te cheerful, though she mur mured, plaintively: "We have a roof to cover us, to be sure, but what shall we do to clothe ourselves? Dear me! what a pity that my boys were all girls!" "bte here!': cr'.ed Ruth, throwing back her magnificent chest and holding out an arm, which, although as beauti ful as rose-tinted marble, was as round and strong as Hebe's. "See here! lam as strong and well as the'average young man, thanks to my always being a Tom-boy! So I'm, going to be the man of the family! There is that patch of ground back of the house it will be just the place for a nice garden, -and when you find the table supplied with fresh vegetables, I rather (uess-you'll think I'm worth something!" " Well," Agnes observed, smoothing tfowa her apron, Mif the girls will see to the household affairs, I will apply for the school down in the village." "Oh, Agnes!" and mamma's small, white hands niadij a gesture of horror an I p:ote.-tat'Oii. Agnes was the beauty of the family a slender, graceful girl, with a face like a flower; all soft curves :" and deli cate tints, lighted by a pair of lustrous eyes, purple as pausie-. She seemed born to command not, however, in a haughty, imperious way, but with a gentle graciousiiess that was charming to see, because it was so unaffected. - She was the only one of us girls who had a romance. I was too homely, Ruth, too void of sentiment and Janie too young. B.ut ever since the early aoje of eight,. Agnes had had her devot ed lover Guy Hunt, only child or one of the richest men in town. The infan tile affection' of these two had been something interesting to witness. . They had been solemnly wedded with an old brass curtain-ring, and were ever afterward inseparable companions. On reaching maturity the feelings of neither had changed, but the old saying, "The course of true love never runs smooth," had been verified in this instance. Unfortunately, the old squire was the man with whom my father had had the lawsuit, and, not satisfied with having his enemy under foot, was disposed to crush him. He sternly forbade his son to speak to Agnes, but I am glad to say that Guy was too noble to heed so unjust a command, and had Agnes given her consent, the two young folks might have been married immediately. But our pretty sister held beneath her gentle exterior a most indomitable pride. She would enter no family un welcomed, and well, I can't exactly say how. it happened, but any way, she and Guy had a dreadful quarrel. But when we timidly asked her about it, she looked at us in a way that made us tremble in our shoes, and said: "If you love me, girls, never mention his name to me again." And with this we were forced, to be content. Despite mother's protest, Ag nes took up her drudging life of school teaching with a patience that made .us wonder. How she, with her fastidious ness and love of beauty, could endure mingling with the dirty-faced, tangle- haired, quarreling urchins who da:Iy gathered together in the little red school-house at the foot of the hill, I for one, could never see. Ruth, cheery-faced and strong-armed, was the "man of the family." The vegetables she raised were marvels of perfection, and went along way toward lessening our table expenses We kept a cow, and so had plenty of milk and butter. We all tried to help along. I, being lame, was of little use, though oeca sionally my e cr'.bblings brought back check, and that, of course, made great rejoicing. dame waited on mamma, and that kept her busy; for poor mamma had never been used to doing anything for herself, and now it was too late for her to trv. Aunt Betsey, strong, rugged and sen sible, was the mainspring of the house hold machinery. And so we managed to struggle along through one year, at t he end of which we found ourselves well in body and considerably better oft in purse. One hundred and thirty-three do! lars, jnrls! said ltuth, one Jttay morn ing. "I think that is prettv good, con sidering that we have the cow paid for and a dozen hens in the hen-house. We're getting along . famously! By next fall we ll be able to paint the house and buy a new stove for the par lor." . "Here's a letter," said Janie, who at that moment came in from a walk to the village Post-ofiice. "It's for me, isn't it?" Agnes asked, holding out her hand. "I wrote to New York for the price of a new pri mary geography. ' "It isn't for you, Aggie, it is ad- dressed to mamma." "For me?" and mamma raised her Dale face with a look of languid curl ositv. "Uear me, gins i it iooks just like your uncle John's handwrit inr !" .i,-ii.:: For the past year poor mamma had been flattering herself that the heart o a miserlv old uncle would be touched, and that he would lift us all out of "the slough of poverty, into which we had fallen. Her ''white fingers trembled with eagerness' as -she ' tore open the coarse, yellow envelope and proceeded to read the scrawling, black, spidery lines. At first her face was full of per plexitv; then, as a realization v of some awful truth dawned on her mind, her expression instantly changed to wild' est consternation. At last she sobbed out : v?'"' : : Oh, girls! what shall we do? I never, never dreamed of this!" Ruth seized the paper as it fell flut tenng trom mamma s nana, and read it aloud : Xkw York, May 18, 187 "Mr. Lanra Barvlao: "Madam I write thl to notify you that tho mortgage of $400 on the ttmall cottage and five iu.-re.-j of hind about three mites from the villasre of P.rookdale will be due the 28th of next "December. 1 shall need the money at tnat time, ana uiuess it is paia, win re an der the painful necessity of foreclosing. "Kespeetfaily, "Joshua Guumblkdos." "The man is either an impostor or lunatic! ' RdtU exclaimed, throwing down the paper contemptuously.! "lie neuner, my uear, " said mam ma, plaintively. "I'd forgotten al about the mortgage until now. In deed, I surely thought vonr poor, dear papa had settled it long ago. never dreamed that the place wasn clear and free! Now, I remember, it was just five years .ago that Mr. Grumbledo&.was" at our house. You f iris were away at boarding-school, our papa ; needed " a little ' ready money, and thought he would get it off this out-of-the-way property. So be asked me to sign away my third. and I did it. -I never did know much about business'you see, and I'm sure I never supposed that putt ng down my name to thatbif-of paper would make any difference. Mr. Hirumbledon dined with us. I remember him very well. A tall, bony man, with thin lips and nose like a hawk s. very ut-bred ate with his knife. A miserly fellow, i should judge, and not the kind of a man to be a bit y.ielding in money matters. But, mv dears, what shall we do?" helplessly, " We were all too bewildered to sug gest any plan just then. It did seem very hard, now that we were just get ting on, to have this new trouble. At ast Ruth said, in a voice which she strove hard to make cheerful: "Come, don't let us look so blue! We'll pull through somehow." But four hundred dollars!" 1 groaned. It isn t so great a sum, after all. The mean part of it is to have to pay it out when we thought' we didn't have a debt in the world! "Well, we have a hundred and thirty- three dollars to start towards it," said Agnes. "And then this term's salary will be fifty more" " And Mrs. Rogers owes for that twenty-pound crock of butter," Aunt Betsey observed. Well, the long and short of it is that we shall 'have to make about two hun dred dollars in six months. We've got to do it," solemnly. "We must cut down every expense." And so the summer wore awav m hard work and self-denial, for, on counting the bills and coins, in the old ray stocking, we found that we had at last the requisite sum. And in three days the mortgage would be due, and on the morning of the day Ruth was going down to the city to pay ou the dreadful burden. j But how we did worry over that money ! r or fear it would get stolen, you know! We were very foolish, for everybody knew we were poor, and not at all likely to have so large a sum about us in our humble dwelling. But our alarm was mainly caused by the act that there had been of late several daring robberies committed in the neighborhood. ' Lawyer Griggs, down at the village. had his house entered and a large amount of money abstracted. Mrs. Peter's gold watch and Widow Par son's ear-rings were also taken. Anoth er night the thieves broke into the house of Mr. Elias, the mill proprietor, while he and his wife were away at-a part', and took a rich silk dress and a aet of furs. Smaller robberies were co istantly taking place, such as spoons, preserves, poultry, clothing nothing, in fact, escaped the hands or the preda tory i-ascals. Ihe universal opinion was that there was a gang of them who came up nightly from the city. There was talk, too, of their selecting various houses and making a certain mark on the door or gate-post. "Yes, they do make a mark regular tramp stvle," said Miss Tnbitha Tuck er, the village dress-maker, to Ruth and me, when, one day, we had stopped in her shop to borrow a pattern. "I seen the mark myself on Miss Perkins . r!irp-rn;r. : Tt v.-i ; rrp:if. h? or X Tt. l - n "- ' wa? when 1 went over to cut out ' her new polonay.' My dress ketched in the gate-latch when I went in the yard, and as 1 stooped down to get it out my eyes lit on that 'ere mark; and I says to my self, says I, 'I wonder What that's fur?' but 1 furgot all about it when I got up to the house, 'cause Miss PerkinsV little Tommy was jest took with an awful nose-bleed, and everything was .in a hubbub fur one while. But that night, sure enough. Miss Perkins' cellar was broken into and two dozen'jars of pre scrviS best kind of sass, pu , down pound fur pcund was sto'en. And a quarter of beef taken out of thc.pickle, too! Tell you what, f oiks has got to keep a lookout tor marks- nowadays. You'd better take care, Ruth, you 1 yj in sech a lonesome place. We laughed at her warning; still,! think we all felt a little bit timid, aad I'll venture to say that after this there was not one of us who did not occa sionally examine the gatc-pos's. . And" at last, sure enough, on the morning before Christmas Janie came running in, her black eyes wide with excitement, as she exclaimed: "Oh, girls!" she cried, "there's a mark on our gate-post truly there is! A great white chalk X. At this we all rushed out of the house. Aunt Betsey even leaving her pancake griddle with a batch of cakes on it, and ran down the frozen path to view this new and startling discovery. And there-it was, sure enough! A big white X, freshly made, too! "Well," said Ruth, after we had stared a while at it, "it's iucKy we have seen it," for now we can be on our guard. But, for goodness sake, don't say anything to mamma about it. She would be so frightened that she'd get one of her low, nervous spells "Shall we have the constable coma over?" asked Aunt Betsey. "No!" said Ruth, defiantly. "For you see this mark may be nothing, after all; a passing school-boy may have scratched it on the post. And if we were to make a fuss about it, and send for an ofiic-r, and nothing should hap pen, why we should be laughed at like everything. No; I guess we can take care of ourselves; there are of IM." "That's so!" Aunt Betsey exclaimed, flonrinir the pancake-turner which all this time she had held in her hand. "If them burglars come we 11 jest g.ve them fits'." . Of course we were in a flutter of ex citement all that day. When night cold, cloudy, windy night set in, w. began to make preparations for our de fense Every door and window was se curely fastened. A pile of tinware wa- placed on the cellar-steps and a tub o water at the foot of the chamber-stairs, so that any one ascending or descend n; would produce either a rattle or as plash The woodshed dood was braced b an ironing-board; that of the back eri try by the clothes-horse, while the fro door-knob supported the coal-scut lie Circumstances had compelled us to giv ... mamma an inkling of what was expect ed, and she bore the news much more calmly than we thought she would, and had bravely begged to have the dinner bell placed beside her pillow so that if need be she might give an alarm. Our weapons, though somewhat formidable, were certainly of great variety. Ruth had fished out of the gairett an ancient horse-pistol; Aunt Betsy armed herself with a club of applewood; Agnes had the poker; Janie the carving-knife, while I, like a feminine George Wash ington, brandished a little hatchet. We had made arrangements that Agnes was to be sentinel .for the first half of th night and Ruth and I the latter , - . -i- 7V ' But it was some time before we could get - to - sleepr The Tats made" such noises in the garrett, the wind howled around the chimneys and rattled the shutters these and a dozen other noises made us wide awake and eager to scent danger. ' The clock struck twelve then one Agnes had just come into our room and Ruth and I were preparing to take her )lace, when suddenly all three of us leard a faint click of the frOnt gate atch, followed by footsteps on the frozen ground. Ruth sprang to the window and drew aside the curtain. "Look, girls! look!" she whispered, excitedly, And there, stealing in and out among the tall evergreens down by the gate, we did see a dark figure! But at this instant two loud noises - resounded throughout the house. One was a great clattering of tin-ware; the other a vio lent splashing. Our first thought was that burglars had already entered . the house, but when, armed with our re spective weapons, we proceeded to the places from whence tne sounds came, we found that Aunt Betsey and Janie, not-satisfied with sleeping ingloriously while we mounted guard, hadrisen and started on a private tour of inspection through the house. But alas! Both forgot the various traps that had been placed here and there for the benefit of midnight ma rauders, and the first thing Aunt Bet sey knew she found herself sitting like Mir,- What's-liis-name emong the ruins of Carthage. Milk pans, cake-tins, a horse-radish grater and a cookey-cut-ter were scattered about, while the colander, like Achilles' helmet, was perched upon her disheveled locks.- Janie we fished out of the tub of water looking like a veritable mer maid. Fortunately, no serious dam age was done to either,- and, as 'soon as possible, all five of us were in the parlor, watching the burglar down by the gate. - ' He was still there, skulking in and out among the trees in a most mysteri ous way. At last, when our patience gave out entirely, Ruth said, boldly: I mean to see what that villain is doing. Come, Aggie, will you go with mer ' ' , ' "Goodness me! burely, girls, vou don't mean to go out of the house!" said Aunt Betsey. : 'Yes. that s lust what we do mean," Ruth replied, as she proceeded to wrap a shawl about her. "1 here seems to be only one of the rascals, and I guess we can manage him. Anyhow, it you hear us scream, run down to our res cue, come, Aggie," and a minute later the two girls had slipped ut of the front door, and were quietly making their way around the shady side of the house down to the gate. JSow near the fence, and just a lew yards from the gate, there stood a small building, formerly used as a tool-house We had made it a kind of a catch-all- storing here tools, graden seeds, corn for the chickens, and various other things. As - the building never con tained anything' of value, we had only a slight fastening to it a wooden button and a rusty hook. When the girls reached the building, they knew by certain muffled sounds that the burglar was prowling about within. Quick-witted Ruth seized the - oppor tunity which presented itself, and, without a minute's hesitation, slammed the door shut and confined it by but ton and hook. A violent exclamation, a mutter of chagrin, were heard from within, but the girls did not wait to hear more, for with swift feet they rushed back to the house and told us what they had done. Of course we were all wild with ex citement. The whole house was in commotion, and poor mamma added to the general confusion by ringing the dinner-bell with the "i mo3t frantic energy. "Now that you ve caught the thieves. Ruth, what do you mean to do?" "Do? Kuth repeated, in consider able perplexity. "We certainly ought to have help to secure the thief, for it would be too bad to have him escape now that we have actually captured him. But I'm really afraid that he'll be able to work his way out of the tool house the fastening isn't much to boast of, you know ! Some of us must hurry over to Farmer Jackson's, and get him and his hired man to come over. "That's so," said Agnes, and she added, decidedly: "But, seriously, you mustn't think of going, Ruth, because your throat isn't well yet, and a mile's walk in this cold, windy air would be the very worst thing you could do ! Edith can't go, of course, and I don't think it at all prudent for Janie to ven ture out after her impromptu bath. I can go better than any of you. No, don't shake your head, aunty! There is really nothing to be afraid of nor to worry about! I'll take my horse-pistol along; and so shall be able to defend myself in a very heroic manner!" and not heeding our remonstrances, Agnes proceeded to wrap herself up warmly and sany iortn on her errand. You can scarcely imagine how anx iously we awaited her return. Sundry thumpings down at the tool-house noti fied us .that its inmate was zealously striving to effect his release, but, much to our gratification,; the old bolt and wooden button proved stronger than we had thought In less than an hour two dark figures were seen approaching from down the moonlit road. "Thank goodness! There are Aggie and Farmer Jackson!" cried Ruth. "No, it isn't the farmer," said Janie, whose eyes were sharper. "It is too tall for either him or Hans, his hired man.' "I heard at the sewing society last week- that the Jacksons kept boarders, Aunt Betsey observed. "Maybe the farmer was down with the rheumatiz he has spells of it and so" one of the boarders come. But dear me! if that vanfiinfin the tool-house is desperate. one man can't manage him!" "Well, he and Aggie are undoing the door now," J anie cried, excitedly. J ust then, as ill luck would have it, dark cloud sailed across the moon and the indistinct light was changed to deepest obscurity. . None of us watching at the window could distinguish what was transpiring down at the tool-house, but we listened in breathless suspense, expecting to hear shrieks, pistol-shots i and other horrible, blood-curdling sounds! But all was silent, until presently we heard footsteps coming 4ip the frozen path. With one accord, we all rushed to the door, and there, framed in the gloom. was Agnes' face her eyes sparkling. cheeks blushing, and her whole ex pression that of happy excitement More wonderful than this just be hind her was a tall, handsome young man Guy Hunt! "Well, 1 declare!" Aunt Betsy ex claimed. "Did you drop from the cloudsP" i ; " i And while we crowded around, , Ag nes proceeded to relate how she had hurried over the hill to Farmer Jack son's but found that he was not at home; how Mrs. Jackson had said that she would wake one of the boarders and ask him to come to our assistance; how the boarder had turned out to be none other than Mr. Guv Hunt, who for some reason or other had taken it into his head to visit this part of the country. :.: " - "But the burglar!" we all exclaimed, in breathless interest v.; Agnes and Guy looked at each other, and laughed in a provoking and mys ter'ous way. "The burglar?" said Guy. "Oh, we let him go; he wa3 only a harmless sort of vagabond." Agnes told us afterward, though, that the burglar was Farmer Jackson himself, who, at Guy's request, had come'over with a big basket of goodies for our Christmas dinner, the intention being to leave the basket in the tool house. - ; ' "You see, a rumor had been floating about that we were really; destitute, and Guy had taken this secret way of helping us. His plan had turned out differently, but much better than he had anticipated. During their moon light walk he had pleaded his cause so well that Agnes was obliged to give her consent to their marriage. As for the mark on the gate-post, it afterward turned out to have been been made by" Tommy Perkins, who, with sundry other mischievous urchins. .had desired to add to the general "ex citement in the neighborhood. So you see, with all our ups an! downs, the' old year went out in a cheery way, and on New Year's day We had a little wedding at our- house. Only our family and the Jacksons were present, and the affair "passed off with nothing remarkable occuring, save that on the inner side of the broad golden band that was the sign of Ag nes' wifehood, was engraved a large X! Mary E. Bushy in Chimney Cor' ner. SIMPLE STYLES. Interesting: Information About Costameg Which are Becoming;, bat Not Costly. Economists will be glad to know that j the fashion of having the basque differ-; ent from the skirt is now not confined to materials only, but extends to colors as well; thus a red velvet basque ia worn with black sk'rts, and a -blue basque with red skirts. This plan gives variety to a limited wardrobe, and such changes, or the possibility of them, should, be considered in selecting the winter outfit. Ihe use of J Jerseys probably brought tlrs fashion about, as they are often worn now in contrast to the skirts that complete them, a red silk Jersey being thought appropriate with black,' blue or green skirts. The fine white wool Jerseys, stylishly trimmed with wide Hercules braid!, with or without a little gilt or silver, are now used in the house with any light wool skirts, such as pale blue wool or cashmere, and light tan-colored Jerseys are worn with dancer wool or silk skirts. - Wide stripes grow in favor for lower skirts, or as the apron front on plain wool or silk dresses. These stripes are lengthwise for short figures, and across for those who are tall. An economical plan is that of buying inexpensive vel vet ribbons two inches wide, and sew ing them on any part of the costume that may suit the wearer's fancy; thus a very deep X apron ; of black silk or wool may be striped lengthwise by velvet ribbon two or even three inches wide; or there may be a short apron, and the whole space below may be covered by either per pendicular or horizontal velvet stripes. The stripes re-appear a3 a vest, or a sauare plastron, and the high collar band and the narrow cuffs are covered with velvet. This trimming is used on light wool . dresses, and is very hand some for golden brown camel' s-hair, with the velvet ribbon slightly darker, and also in the dahlia shades of pur plish red. Verv oale tan-colored cloth, almost as light as ecru tints, is made up in dressy costumes for young ladies to wear at afternoon receptions. Gilt braid and some slightly darker fur are the trimmings, and there is usually a fanciful cap or small bonnet of the same cloth. These are carriage cos tumeSi as they are too light and too dressy to be worn when walking, al though made of cloth, the material now most used for walking dresses. Tapestry embroidery .done in old fashioned cross stiches in dull soft colors is the newest trimming for black velvet jackets that form part of elegant house toilettes. This embroidery is not in borders, but in detached pieces ap plied irregularly on the Jacket To test whether or not a color will be becoming, modistes lay the hand of the wearer on the colored fabric, and if the hand looks fairer, or at least does not look more sallow, than before, it is a safe choice and may be worn near the face. Harper's Bazar. A residence of sheet-iron 13 being erected m Sherman, lex. SCHOOL AND CHURCH. A London professor teaches the art . of memory. . -Thus far the Methodist Church South has raised $367,158 in centenary donations. X . X -. . There are 810 Young Men's Chris-, tian associations, with 103,137 members, owning $3,956,675 worth of real estate. Hawaii, with about 67,000 popula tion, reports 201 schools, with about 3,000 pupils. Three-fourths of these at- . tended public schools. More th an half the children of the nation were receiv ing instruction in the English language. - Said Mr. Moody at Tremont -Temple: "I'm tired of hearing people -say that they haven't the ability to en gage in Christian service, or the time, or the tact, or some other excuse. Why don't they be honest, and say they haven't the heart" Boston Journal. "One of the surest proofs of a gen uine Christian church," says the Rich mond Advocate, "is devotion to its min ister, and if he be worthy of love and sympathy, it is scarcely possible for this devotion to be excessive either in view of the preacher himself or of his people. ' ' Dr. Gelle, of Paris, has found that twenty to twenty-five per cent of chil dren hear only within a limited range. A practical result of this discovery is t A , . 1 , 1 . , , A. xnac ennaren are now piaceu at sucu a distance from the teacher's desk as will correspond with their strength of hear ing." ;.- ' A rosewood tree near Santa Rosa, Cal., furnished all the lumber for the Baptist Church at that place. The in terior of the building is finished in wood, there being no plastered walls. After the lumber for the church was taken 60,000 shingles were made from what remained pf the tree. Chicago Inter Ocean. . A window in St Mary's Church at Lambeth, Eng.', has a picture of a ped dler with his dog, and tradition says that a peddler left the church an acre of ground, conditioned only that this pic ture should be thus preserved. The building dates from the thirteenth cen tury, and all records arejost but a bit of ground owned by the churcfr is al ways called peddlers acre, and it now yields over Jtl.OOO a year. The Oxford Press is about to effect a revolution in the Book of Common Prayer. It proposes to issue a Sunday Service Book of the Church of England, the object of which is "not to change a sentence, or even syllable, of any of the services: it will add nothing but pers picuity of form, it will subtract nothing but confusion of order;" and further, it is" anticipated "it will tend to popularize and utilize the Book of Common Prayer among the masses." "' -- Ohio during the past year instructed 483,232 children in her public schools. There are 81,021 in private schools. There are 1,081,321 children of school age in the State. The average monthlv pay of the 11,086 male teachers in the public schools is $39 each; that of the 18,049 female teachers is $29 a curious discrepancy. The school expenses of the State during the past year amounted to $8,820,915. Cleveland Leader. . : m m & t k. a mm a a- m rm tin Uncle Sam's farm at Mare Island, Cal., produced 4,000 bushels of wheat last summer. - - The most juvenile divorce case" yet reported occurs in Philadelphia between a fourteen-year-old girl and a twenty- one-year-old-man. he claims that he deceived her by saying that he lived in a brick house, whereas he was a brick layer's apprentice. Philadelphia Times. "Yes." said the gilded vouth. "I want a wife to make home pleasant." "But" objected his friend, "you d be howling around nights all the same." "Yes; but now nobody cares, and it would be such comfort to know that somebody was at home mad about it ClLw.ann Trthitnp.. - Mrs. De Sparks "O, have you heard the news?" Mr. De . Sparks "What news?" "Mrs. Poultice's daugh ter has eloped with the coachman." "Nothing unusual about that She did just as all other women do." "What all other women do! - What do you mean?" "She took a husband for wheel and whoa. Philadelphia Call. A young man once went to Vicks burg, Miss., and announced that he was foing to publish a "lively, spicy paper, evoted to local affairs." Next day several one-armed, one-legged, and one-eyed gentlemen called' on him and advised him not to do it, because they had tried it and it didn't seern to suit the people of those parts. Some people have no idea of true humor. Baltimore American. "I see you advertise goods to be sold for a mere song," said he, as he stepped into a furniture store on Washington Street "Yes, sir," answered the gen tlemanly proprietor. "Well, now, let me see; I like that red plush sofa there, and will sing you 4Whea the Robins Nest Again' for it" At last , accounts he was able to sit up in bed, and if he continues to improve he will piobably be out in a weeK. Boston Post. - A Little Rock man sold his cooking stove to get money enough to take his family to the circus. When one of his friends remonstrated with him he said : "We had no use for the stove. Had nothing to cook." "But why didn't you buy something to eat with the money you got for the stove?" "Then we would have nothing to cook it on. Don't talk to me. I'm a philosopher. Arkansaw Traveler. A traveling man who was not keep ing up 'very well in his business came home one day with his valise in his hand, and his bright little daughter met him at the gate. "O, papa," she cried, "where did you find it?" "Find what Bessie?" "Your gripsack, of course." "It wasnt lost, dear." "Yes it was,, for I heard Mrs. Jones tell Mrs. Brown you had lost your grip, and she was real sorry." Merchant Traveler. i "My dear," said Mr. Snigginbot tom to his wife one day nt the table, as he valiantly struggled to carve a piece of meat, "why do the butchers . put these miserable wooden pins into the roasts? Every time I try to carve off a slice I strike on one of them." "I do not know, dear, unless the meat is mere skewer that way," responded Mrs Snig ginbottom. "Maria, I tliink you had, better see ft physician at once. I am afraid overwork is affectir g your mind." Texas Siftinys.