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TOMBSTONE, AKIZONA, WEDNESDAY MOENING, JANUaRY 13, ifc8&
Vol. VII.
, a No. 130.
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GREAT CLOSING OUT SALE
Monday, January 4th, 1886.
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Retiring from the Dry Goods . Business in Tomb
stone, the entire stock, which is complete in every
department, will be
SOLD WITHOUT RESERVE
Away below cost. This is no humbug, but a bona fide
sale, as our prices will show.
'
J- COHEN,
NEW YORK STORE,
Treasurers
Notice
I will redeem all Warrants
drawn on the County General
Fund from Nos. 1590 to 1947,
both inclusive, if presented
within teu days.
A. J. RITTER,
Comity Treasurer.
Tombstone, Dec. 20, 1885.
NOTICE.
Notice is hereby given that
I have this day purchased all
the right, title and interest of
S. A. Hitchcock in and to the
Carriage and Wagon and
Blacksmithing shops on
Third street, and have taken
possession i hereof and have
moved therein, where l will
hereafter be found by all old
and new customers.
A.K. WADDELL.
Jan. 9, 188G.
Notice.
A LL PfiUSONS NOW OCCUPYING TOWN
XX lot. on tho -nrfacooftho Mountain Muil min
ing rlslm In Tombstone, and vrhobave n thero
tofore obtained the mlolnz title, are hereby re
queued to cull upon my attorney, Geo. It Horry,
at his office In TombMono, and make arrangi
menu to obtain the name If tboy wish to avoid
Htle-tlon. FOItDICE ROPER.
Terab-tono Jan, 12. 1885.
Stockholders Meeting.
Tho regular annual meeting of tue stockholders
of the Santa Ana, Han Juan Bavilsla iumB on
xosamtnln ceo tunic, all or tho Territory of
Atlioni, (or the election or o'hc ' cd dlrccto'8
for tho en uln year, will bo held at the ofl'ce of
the said companies, In Totnbstoue, A. T., on
Monday, Januaiy lb, 1WJ6.
... . A.J. imJEKE, Secretary.
Tombstone, A. T., Dee, 29, 1883. 22dy
3Begrixi.s ait "tlxo
NOTICE!
To tho OrctipantH of Lots on the "Way
I p" Mining ( I a I ill surface.
I have heretofore notified you that I
own three-fifths of the surface ground of
the Way Up mine. I now notifiy you
that I claim no right to said ground
against any one who has been in posses
sion of a lot or lots thereon for five years,
as I think the five years statute of limita
tion commenced to run on September
22, 1880, when the patent to the town
site issued. But, in any event, I would
not disturb any one who has improve
ments on a lot for sever.il years; unless,
in the case of one who has indenlified
himself with those who fraudulently ob
tained the townsite title from A'dcrRan
d.ill, mayor, or who now buys or has late
ly bought of them or given them aid or
assistance.
But, as to all of the lots on said Way
Up mine now vacant or unoccupied, or
that have lately been settled on or bought
from the townsite claimants, or claimants
under the Way Up mine, I will assert
my rights, but will sell at a reasonable
price, reserving my right to refuse to sell
to any one who, by purchasing lots as
aforesaid from other claimants and pay
ing for more than two-fifths thereof
has indentified himself witti the frauds.
N. B. The two-fifths interest in said
Way Up surface which I do not own or
claim, does not belong to any "one in
Tombstone, as near as I can find out by
the records of the county.
James Reilly.
Just recieved last evening at the Sum
merfield Bros, a large assortment of gen
tlemen's hats.
Meals two bits and upward, at the
Crystal Palace Chop House. Fred
Parker, proprietor.
Summerfield Bros, have just received
a large assortment ofintial handkerchiefs,
for ladies and gentlemen.
The most complete stock of fancy arti
cles ever brought to Tombstone can be
seen at the Union news depot.
.
A barrel of fresh sauerkraut just re
ceived at the Los Angeles Fruit Stre,
Fifth street. f
A large invoice ot ovei coats of fine
s'ylcs just received at Summerfield Bros,
which they are selling at reasonable
prices.
New suiting", at F?rri.'
Flesh nuts and e Mies hi Fitts Bros, f
For the best lager beer in Arizona, go
to the Oriental.
.
Uuy your Thank-giving turkey at the
Los Atigeles Fruit store.
The finest brandy in Arizona at t'.ie
Oriental. f
.
This year's sugar-cured hams and le
ctin at Fitts Bros.
m
Fine live turkeys at the Los Angeles
Fruit Store.
Booth's Baltimore oysters at the Los
Angeles Fruit Store.
Dressed turkey, ducks, and chickens
at the Los Angeles Fruit Store. ;t
Fresh Sonoro oranges for sale at Dyar
& Baldwin's for 25 cents a dozen. "
A full line ol nuts, this etr's crop, us
received at Ynple's enntiy factory. tf
Two sets of composition billiard bsills
for sale, at a bargain, at the "Elite."
The best lunches in town at the Crystal
Palace Chop House. j
m m
The best stock of embroidery will be
seen at Summe field f
Louisiana molasses at Jt.25 per gallon
also a fine assortment, of Louisiana
sugar, iust received at Toe Hoefler's.
.
On account of want of space I will sell
toys, games and dolls at cost. Sol Is
rael. Hot meals at all hours at the Crystal
Palace Chop House. 'Fred Parker, pro
prietor. '
Summerfield Bros, just received a fine
lot of choice overcoats which they will
sell at a reasonable price.
Job Seamans & Son announce to their
many patrons that they have in stock
the most elegant and artistic display of
diamonds and Christmas presents, etc.,
etc., that has ever been offered to the
citizens of Tombstone, They desire
further to inform the public that their
reputation for upright, square and legiti
mate dealing is so well established that
they are not driven to resort to decep
tionhanging out the "red flag," or ad
vertising " snide prize packages," but on
the contrary, they give .1 "fee simple'
to everv article sold hv thpm. A w .
I goods, genuine articles and small profits
1UI 1.1311 13 HIGH MIUMU. -f
A Desperate Thought.
"What if thero Is no Godl" Tho dreadful
thought
Took hideous shape within my mortal brain,
Then Instantly my share of mortal pain
Pressed heavier on my heart. Uke some great
blot.
Hurled out on space, some blighting useless
spot
Keeking with tears and bloodshed, greed and
gain,
This eorrow-ladcn world scemod mode In
vain,
And but a ghastly jest, man's anguished lot.
Tho unlverso contracted on my sight,
Down to the limits of a prison pen
Its one dark door, an opening in the sod.
I flung my arms up heaven ward lu affright.
or sudden madness menaced mo and then
I cried aloud, "There Is, there Is a Godl"
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
MISTAKEN.
Thoughtless Words and the Results They
Wrought In Two Young Lives.
A cool bvetro blew up from tho river.
It ployod among tho reeds and tall
grasses on the bank and ran lightly up
tho slope toward tho whito mansion on
the hillside, fluttering tho vineslihat
fringedltlicrwWo piazza whefo a group
of ybuKg'girlsjJat chatting:, resting, or
busying themselves with dainty needle
woncr 4.
"What a delicious breeze!" exclaimed
Florence Freeman, rising ns she spoke.
Tho slender, thoughtful-looking young
man reclining unseen in tho depths of :i
largo easy chair just within one of tho
long windows glanced up from tho
pages of a book in which he had been
absorbed, am, his dark oyes followed
her graceful figure admiringly,
"It sets mo wild to bo doing some
thing," sho continued, pacing up and
down tho long porch. "Do you know,
girls," pausing abruptly, "wo're a set
of slaves?"
"O, Florry?" ex-claimed a laughing
voice, "now don't givo us a lecture on
woman's rights!"
"Never fear: that isn't what I was
flunking of. We aro hindered by cir
cumstances from being and doing what
wo feel Is within us, to bo and do. '
"Listen, girls," interrupted another
voice, "Florry Is on her high horse.
Now we shall see some prancing."
"Laugh away," returned Florence.
"I'm in earnest Why must we, be
cause wo happen to have drifted into n
certain channol, or becauso a particular
courso is marked out for us by friends,
drift on down the stream or keep on in
the same courso to tho bitter end, oven
though we must smother tho best thero
is in our natures in doing so?"
Intense feeling emphasized her words,
and her unseen listenqr found himself
wondering what personal experience
had prompted them. Amy Gray lifted
her eyes. , 1
"Duty is ofjen unpleasant," she said,
"but it is best, after all, to havo a settled
plan and, purpose and cling to them
through everything. Think what a chaos
would result if wo all followed our own
inclination' and, worso than that,
whatever might for tho moment bo our
ruling, passion."
Florence did not answer .for a mo
ment; her eyes were roving' across tho
wide sweep of tho river, whero a white
sail glimmered in tho afternoon sun
shine. "0, yes: there must bo plans, of
course, and thoy must h carried out, or
nothing would bo accomplished. But
take special cases. Thero is cousin Dora,
for instance. Why must sho givo up
her painting to many Fred Long, mere
ly becauso sho promised to when a mero
child, and didn't know what she want
ed? Of course I don't say anything
against Fred. Ho is good as gold, but
ho can't appreciate her talents. Why,
he has begun to interfere with her plans
already. Says she works too steadily,
and wants her to givo up some work
she had undertaken in order to' bo mar
ried sooner. She only laughed over it.
Of courso sho wouldn't say anything,
but we can all see sho doesn't lovo him.
How can she, when he has no sympathy
with her on that subject? Now, why
can't she say so, and bo freo?"
"Sho feels her responsibility," said
Amy's soft voice. "Sho knows how de
voted Mr. Long is to hcr.
"Sli-ht hero she comes," whispered
Edith Stanloy as a bright-faced girl flut
tered up from tho garden, liko a dainty
white butterfly, and perched herself on
tho steps. A dead silence fell on tho
group for a moment, and then Dora
turned her laughing face toward her
cousin: "Go on, Florry. You were giv
ing a lecture, weren't you? I could hear
you 'orating,' but couldn't catch a word
of the discourse."
"It's ended now," said Florenco cool
ly, mentally resolving never to bo so
careless again in mentioning "special
cases," "and unless some ono has taken
notes you can never hopo to know any
thing about it, for it was quite im
promptu." And, taking her cousin's
arm, sho marched her up and down tho
piazza humming a gay air.
Meanwhile, within tho windows the
young man sat motionless, his finger
still between tho pages that only a low
moments ago held him spellbound, al
though his world had fallen In ruin
around him since Florence began her
"lecture." Outside the breczo rang
among the tree-tops and milled tho
shining bosom of the river. Tho August
sunshine lay mellow on tho grass, but
he heard nothing, saw nothing.
Tho tea bell rang suddenly and start
ed him out of his meditations. Tho
girls disappeared with'much chatter and
gay laughter, and ho roso mechanically
and walked liko ono in a dream down
through tho garden and on into a little
grove beyond, his one thought to be
alone whero no human eyo could add
to liis torment with its questioning
glance. There, under tho trees, whero
ho and Dora played in childhood, ho
walked to anil frb, ono sentenco ring
ing in his cars liko a sentence of doom:
"Wo can all seo she doesn't lovo him."
It was hard to come down from tho pin-
Inaclo whero ho-had imagined himself!
prnmiiiil Hup nf nnn Yiwrt- "
When Dora, only 16 then, had given
him her hand so confidingly as thoy
walked together in this very grove
only it was morning then, and spring
time, and the air was filled with the
scent of wild crab-apple blooms, and she
wore them al her throat; how plainly he
could seo her now, all in white, and the
pink of her cheek so like the dainty
blossoms ho had taken tho gift un
questioningly, and no doubts had ever
assailed him. lie knew her devotion
to art and was proud of her success, but
ho had never dreamed that it would be
his rival in her affections.
"Have I been so blind?" he questioned.
"0, my little Dora!"
Something must-bo dono, and that at
once. Should ho go to Dora and ask if
theso things were true? That would bo
liko saying "Have you been deceiving
mo all theso years?" He could not do
it Ho must wait, with what patience
ho could, until ho could decide for him
self. Ho was very thankful that Dora
hail not quite decided to-be "married in
thofall, .is that would be ono test he
could put her to. Itjis something to
have an idea. that can be acted upon at
once, and ho retraced his steps toward
tho house with this one purpose in
viow. How shall he find a minute in
which to speak alono with Dora? He
feels that he cannot bear the suspense
until another day shall come, and then
mutters to himself, "Fool! what if it
must lost a lifetime? What if lam
never to knowP"
As he reached tho piazza a girlish
voice cried out eagerly: "0, Mr. lionet
whore havo you been hiding yourself?''
and in an instant ho was surrounded by
a laughing group, who scolded and
questioned with such vivacity that their
victim found it unnecessary to say a
word; it was, in fact, quite, impossible.
Then Dora roso from the piano.
"Here, Dora!" called Edith Stanly,
"hero is the deserter. What shall do
dono to him?" And they led him be
fore his bright-eyed judge.
Dora hail never before seemed to him'
just as sho did at that moment so far
away.as if a great gulf were fixed between
them. Hp could scarcely believe in her
bright looks, everything seemed so un
real, his life was so shaken to its foun
dation's. It was only by a great effort
that ho aroused himself to mako somo
commonplace excuse.
Dora's first careless glanco at his pal
lid face changed to ono of alarm. The
light from an open window fell upon it
and sho saw its deadly pallor. "Why,
Fred!" sho cried, "you carolcss boy!
You will bo sick again. Come and have
somo tea." And she led tho way to the
dining-room. How he longed to say,
"Come Dora, I have something to tell
you," and then, having her all to him-
fcen, pour out these miseramo uouDts
and fears in her ear and so bo freo from
them. But no; hero was this crowd of
chattering girls besides, sho must not
know ho had such doubts. Even if sho
said. "I love vou." could ho bo sure sho
was not saying it because she believed
jl tu uu iiei uuiy. .iliiu mj uu uuisubu
tho evening as beat lie 'could,- and all
night long his heart tormented him with
ceaseless questionings.
Several days passed before ho found
nn opportunity to speak alone with Dora.
Tho house was filled with a number of
young guests, and Dora must bo every
where. Fred Long was just now taking a
well-eartted vacation. After years of
hard work and months of illness ho had
come back to tho home of his childhood
to regain lost health and strength. Ho
had called this the happiest summer ho
had known, but now an untimely frost
had spoiled its beauty. Among tho
friends whom Dora was entertaining
her cousin Florenco Freeman was the
only one he had previously known. Nat-
nrftllv tlipv ilinfrwl tnorflthr ililrinir lrirfi(
miserablo days. With Dora ho was
sudaonly ill at case ana restless; nor
quick eyes noted tho change, and sho
looked about for a cause. Those same
quick eyes soon noticed the walks and
talks with cousin Florenco. "No won
der sho admires him," she said, with a
sharp littlo pang at her heart, mentally
contrasting tall, handsome Florenco
with her own littlo self.
Presently the flock of merry school
girls took flight "Only Florence, and
you, and I," said Dora; "just as it used
to be." But for both the old charm
was destroyed.
Ono day thoy walked together along
tho river bank, and Dora said, "Our
playtime is done."
"Yes," he answered, "I must go back
to my law books and you must havo
time for your painting."
A light camo into her eyes. "Then I
am to go on painting?"
"Yes," ho said slowly. "I am mak
ing this sacrifice for you. 1 do not wish
you to marry mo until you have finished
this work you havo set your heart upon.
It will occupy your whole winter?"
"Yes; perhaps more, Givo me a
year," sho said . eagerly, quite uncon
scious of the pain her words inflicted,
and only anxious for time wherein to
prove whether, after all theso years of
devotion, Fred could bo won from Jier.
"Very well," came tfie- answer, calta
and steady. No trembling in tho quiet
tones to betray tho heart's unutterable
anguish as it whispered to itself, "How
glad sho is to bo freo even for a year."
As for Dora, her heart was saying,
"Ho does not care."
And then thoy talkod of indifferent
matters, these two foolish ones, and the
precious hours in which they might
havo understood each other slipped
away and wero gone forever.
Once more apart, their letters were ex
changed at regular intervals Fred's
kind and loving. "Of course," said
Dora, "it is his duty," whilo Dora's
wero a curious study had her lover but
known. Each ono a littlo cooler, a
littlo briefer than tho last until by tho
time sprint had dressed the fields and
woods in green again poor Fred had I
weU-nhdi mAdfl uhj nuad tiwtiw.i
uora's neart was an in
sho had grown quite
"This suspenso is killing me," ho
would say; "but I'll wait it is better
it will soon bo over."
And Dora, working herself to a shad
ow over her painting, would think:
"Tho end cannot bo rar offi He will
soon bo free."
Early in tho summer Fred found him
self again in the old familiar haunts,
but alas! tho qld joyous light was want
ing everywhere. A shade, a mist
seemed hanging over everything, and
Dora was farther away than ever.
There were no merry guests to divide
her attention; but so absorbed, so si
lent did sho seem, he could hardly be
lieve it was the same Dora he had kaown
in other days.
A week passed by a week of mingled,
paradise and torment Sometimes he
wouldbo on the point of saying to her:
"Dora, I will stand in your way no
longer;" but a faint hopo still lingered,
and h'ecouldot crush if so rutnfessly.
At other times ho could almost Jbeliavc
himself mistaken all theso. months a
fearful dream when her eyes' Vnef" Ms
so earnestly and seemed filled for a mo
ment with the old, warm light
They sat together ono day upon a
little rustic scat, chatting and resting
after a walk. Fred had taken some
letters from his pocket which he wished
to show tb Dora. A picture fell from
among them. Dora stooped to recover
it "Cousin Florry," sho murmured,
and Fred began making some common-
?lace remark upon its correctness,
'hen, glancing at his companion's face,
he was startled at its deadly pallor.
"Dora!" he cried, "you are ill. We
walked too far. You must rest"
"No, I'm not ill,'' she said almost
sharply. "How lovely Florenco is."
"Yes. indeed. She is well-nigh per
fect But there is only one Dora in all
the world," taking her little, cold hand
in his. "Without Dora tho world is
meaningless to me."
DoraJ eyes were scanning the dis
tant hills. She made no reply. Sho
was steeling her heart against him
"Ho wants to bo true," she thought
"but I will havo no such love."
, "Dora, you aro not happy."
She starred. "Not perfectly so. What
mortal is?"
"It seems to me J would be if only
things could be as they once were be
tween us."
This was the first allusion ho had
made to tho fact that ho had noticed
any change in their relations.
Dora realized that a crisis was com
ing. She simply awaited it in silence..
She would neither strive to avert nor to
hasten it
"I have sometimes feared that you
and I have been mistaken. That is the
word, I think. If so. I lovd you too well
to ask vou to keen a promlso which has
become hateful to you.-"
Dora rose from her scat; a sudden
fire flamed in her pale cheek. She
held her hand out toward him tho dear
littlo hand that wore his ring. Some- .
thing in her air bewildercdTiim. Ho
stood a moment motionless, then seized
the hand in both his own. Sho shook
him off impatiently and drew the 'ring
from her linger. Now ho understood.
"Without a word, Dora?" he said,
struggling for self-command as a man
might battle for life against tho waves
of a sea.
"What is there to say?" asked Dora,
her voice clear as a silver bell, while
her eyes shone like two stars. And
again ne told himself that lie: "She is
glad!"
And so they parted. The tie formed
almost in childhood was broken, and
they went their separate ways.
Day after day Dora's pale, resolute
face bent over her canvas, and she
steadied her trembling hand for greater
achievements. She worked too hard,
they said. She was too ambitious; sho
put too much of her life-blood into tho
strokes of her brush, and a few months
ended tho struggle.
Ho came again to the dear old house
beside the river; a crowd of friends had
gathered there, but Dora gave them no
welcome. Pale and silent sho lay and
stirred not a finger nor an eyelash for
any of their tears. Ho stood there with
Florence, and that still form between
them; its smiling lips were no more si
lent now than they had been in life. A
dumb patience was marked on tho
sweet face, but they never guessed its
meaning.
"If sho might only havo lived!" sobbed T
Florence.
Fred spoke not but tho bitter cry of
his heart was, "If I could only know that
she loved me!"
And they never dreamed, these two
her nearest and dearest that they had
lain her.
Russian Stoves.
The Russian stove "is mado of fin 1
resisting porcelain, is always ornamer
tal, ana frequently a highly artistic,
handsome article of furniture. Inter
nally it is divided by thick fire-clay
walls into several upright chambers M
flues, usually six in number, Some dry
firewood is lighted in a f uitablo fire
place, and is supplied with only suffi
cient air to effect combustion, all of
which enters below and passes through
tho fire. Tho productions of combus
tion, being thus undiluted with unneces
sary cold air, are very highly heated,
and in this state pass up und down
through different compartments. At
tho end of this long journey they havo
given up most of thcirheat to tho twenty-four
neat-absorbing surfaces of tho
fire-clay walls. Then all communica
tion with the chimney is cut off', tho tiro
Is put out, having dono its work, and
tho interior of the stove has bottled up
its caloric ready for emission into the
room, and, passing through tho non
conducting walls of tho stove, is radio
Ud into departments.
ence was rigut.
her painting;
weary of him.
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