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A SUMMER aOtlTUDE. |lwdik9M,n)M regally in purple llag, Hriwre green. naoiat IBWI «itd scented thyme lie hid And harebells btQ| the wind •Urretf grass amid Hitid fer*e and foxglove* fringe the peat stained spring. •«rr* flames a yellow tuft nf fnrrr, and there A narrow patrh of vivid color show* The ant buiU hilkx k* where thecistue grows All ruddy bracken starts up everywhere. «i* scattered sheepetray singly o'er the wast* Above, the plover sounds hie plaintive pipe, (hit fonder rthc a pair of startled snipe, Afid seek fresh shelter with a timid hast*. Alii far out wr«t there fleam* main— the wide tray A silver glory where the snnsprite spills Mi- subtle charm—and 'neath the northern Mmi n «gMBp of cities of the jyrftoa 'Mp-hei t, solemn pise* aal holy inmai, ."here God speaks in a Mill small voice,which Hear not who hurry by but those who stay •ad hearken catch the tender whispered sound, Aad hearing. gain a strange, strong peace of heart new, sweet patience for the pains of life j,. calmer courage for its stern, fierce strife Jeionseious power to do a nobler part. —G. Duncan Grey in Chambers' Journal. THE COUNTS PICTURE We were stationed at the little village «§Z We used to meet at each other's r6oms. where we never Raw anything bat one another s uniforms. There was only oue man among ns who did not belong to the regiment. He was •bout thirty-five, and, of course, we looked upon him as an old fellow. He had the advantage of experience, and his habitual gloom, b^ern features and his sharp tongue gave him great influence jprer his juniors. He was snrrtmnded by a certain nays HSry. His principal recreation was pistol •booting. The walls of his room were rid dled with bullets—a perfect honeycomb. One afteruoon about ten officers were toting with Silvio. They drank as usual that is to say, a groat deal. After dinner we asked our hont to make a pool. For a long time he refused on the ground that ha seldom played. At last he ordered cafda to be brought in. Among us on this occasion was an of Soer who had but lately joined. While playing he abeentmindedly scored a point too much. Silvio took the chalk and corrected the score in his own fash ion. The officer, supposing Him to have nade a mistake, began to explain. Sil vio went on dealing in silence. The officer, losung patience, took the brush and rubbed out what he thought was Wrong. Silvio took the chalk and reconnected it. The officer, heated with wine and flay and irritated by the laughter of the company, thought himself aggrieved, and in a fit of passion seized a brass can dlestick and threw it at Silvio, who only just managed to avoid the missile. Oreat was onr confusion. Silvio got white with rage, and said with sparkling eyes: •'Sir, have the goodness to withdraw, aad you may thank Ood that this has happened in tny own house!" At the riding school next day we were already asking one another whether the young lieutenant was still alive, when he appeared among us. We asked him the same question, and were told that he had not yet heard from Silvio. We were astonished. "We went to Silvio's and found him in the courtyard popping bullet after bullet into an ace which he had gummed to the gate. Silvio did not fight. He accepted a ALaisy apology and became reconciled to .the man who had insulted him. Silvio's letters used to be addressed to Si regiment, and he usually called for em himself. On one occasion, a letter having beeu handed to him, I saw him break the seal and, with a look of great Impatience, read the contents. "Gentlemen," said Silvio, "circum stances demand my immediate depar ture." With these words he hurriedly left. I went to Silvio's shortly after to bid him goodby. "Perhaps we shall never meet again," he said. "Before saying goodby I want la have a few word* with you. You thought it odd," he continued, *%hat I did not require satisfaction from •at drunken uianuto. Six years ago 1 ftceived a slap in t1be face, and my ejiemy still lives.'" "Did you not ti0..„ aim?" I inquired. "I did tight him,"" replied Silvio, "and ,5 here Is a memento of our duel." He rose and took from a cardboard ihpx a red cap with a gold tassel and gold Ifraid. "In my time dissipation was the Awhion," he went on, "and I was the in'-st dissipated man in the army. My comrades adored me, while the commanders of the regiment, who were Ctiustantly being changed, looked upon a- an incurable evil. "I was calmly, or rather boisterously, enj-jying my reputation, when a certain young man joined our regiment. He Was ru:h and carne of a distinguished fttuiiiy I will not name him. a dislike to him. His success .egiuif.nt and in the society of wot si brought me to despair. 1 tried to pick a quarrel vflth him. "At a ball at the house of a Polish' funded proprietor, seeing him receive fcarked attention from all the ladies and ^specially from the lady of the house, frht had formerly been on very friendly ifsrins with me, I whispered some low Insult in 'his ear. "He flow iuto a passion and gave me a vstf*l 011 the cheek. We clutched our •words the l.alxes fainted we were sepa rated, and the same night we drove out |o fight. It was nearly daybreak. I was stand lg at the appointed spot with my three fecouda. How impatiently I awaited my opponent! The spring sun had risen and At wad glowing hot. "At last I saw him in the distance. He Was on foot, accompanied' onhr by one -*Kxmd. Wt MtvaiM»4tom«#tUB. He approached, holding in his hand his regi mental cap filed full of black cherries. "The seconds measured twelve It was for me to fir*- first. -But tny-r. Citeinent was so great that I couhl ti, depend upon the certainty of mv t« i and in order to give myself time t» Silvio took from his pocket the letter he had received that morning, and handed it to me to road. Some one (it seemed to be Ills business agent) wrote to him from Moscow, that a certain individual was soon to be tnarrisd to a young and beau tiful girl. "You gneas," said Silvio, "who the certain individual is. I am startiug for Moscow. We shall see whether he will be as indifferent now as he was some time ago, when in presence of death he ate cherries! Many yean passed, aad family cir cumstances obliged me to settle in the poor little village of N. Four versts from my place was a large estate belonging to Count B., but the steward alone lived there. The countess had visited her domain once only, just after her marriage, and she then only lived there about a month. However, in the second spring of my retirement there was a report that the countess, with her husband, would come to spend the summer on her estate, and they arrived at the beginning of June. The first Sunday after her arrival 1 went to the village and presented myself to the count and countess as their near neighbor and humble servant. The doors opened, and a man, about thirty-two and very handsome, entered the apartment. I tried to be self pos sessed, and began to introduce myself, but he forestalled me. His easy ami agreeable conversation goon dissipated my nervous timidity. I was already passing into my usual manner when suddenly the countess en tered and I became more confused thrni ever. She was indeed beautiful. The count presented me. I was anx ions to appear at ease, but the more 1 tried to assume an air of restraint the more awkward I felt myself becoming. Meanwhile I walked about the room examining the books and pictures. In pictures I am no connoisseur, but one of the count's attracted my particu lar notice. It represented a view of Switzerland. I was not, however, struck by the painting, but by the fact that it was shot through by two bullets, one planted just on top of the other. "A good the count. tOP "A good shot," I remarked, turning to "Yes," .he replied "a very remarkable ahot." "The best shot I ever knew used to Shoot every day," I said, "and at least three times every day before dinner." "And what sort of a shot was he?" asked the count. "This sort, count if he saw a fly settle on the wall—you smile, countess, but 1 assure you it is a fact—when he saw the fiy lie would call out, 'Kouska, my pistol!' Kouska brought him the loaded pistoL A crack, and the fly was crushed into the wall!" "And what was his name?" "Silvio was his name." "Silvio!" exclaimed the count, starting from his seat. "You knew Silvio?' "How could I fail to know him? We were comrades be was received at our mess like a brother officer. It is now about five years since I last had tidings of him. Then you, count, also knew him?" "I knew him very welL Did he never tell you of one very extraordinary inci dent in his life?" "Do you mean the slap in the face, count, that he received from a black guard at a ball?" "He did not tell yon the'name of this blackguard?" "No, count, he did not. Forgive me," 1 added, guessing the truth, "forgive tne —I did not—could it really have been you?" "It was myself," replied the count, greatly agitated, "and the shots in the picture are a memento of our last meet ing." "Oh, my dear,"said the countess, "for God's sake do not relate it! It frightens u:e to think of it." "No," replied the count "I must tell him all. He knows how I insulted hia Iriend. He shall, also know how Silvio revenged himself." The count pushed a chair toward ate, and with the liveliest Interest I listened to the following story "Five years ago," began the count, "1 yot married. The honeymoon I spent here in this village. To this house I am indebted for the happiest moments of my life and for one of its saddest re membrances, •ftwnooa we went ogl tUtypg together. My wife's horse lecatnp 1 calm, I ceded the first shot to my adver aary. He would not accept it, and to decided to cast lots. "The number fell to him, constant fa vorite of fortune that he was! aimed, and put a bullet through tny cap. "It was now my turn. His life last was in my hands I looked ar him eagerly, trying hard to detect xou faint shadow of uneasiness. But stood beneath my pistol, picking 6 ripe cherries from his cap and spitting out the stones, some of which fell bear me. "His indifference enraged m®. 'What is the use,' thought 1, 'of de* priving him of life, whfii he swt* no value upon it As this savage thought flitted through my brain I lowered the pistol. 'YOQ don't seem to be ready for death,' I said 'you are eating your breakfast, and I don't want to interfere With you.' 'Yon don't interfere with me in the feast,' he replied. 'Be good enough to ire or don't fire if you prefer it the shot remains with you, and I shall be at your service at any moment.' "I turned to the seconds, informing them that 1 had no intention of firing that day, and with this the duel ended. I resigned my commission and retired to this little place. Since then not a single day has paused that 1 have not thought of my revenge, and now the hour has arrived." rev ive. She was frightened, got off the horse, handed the reins over to me and walked home. "I rode on before her. In the yard 1 saw a traveling carriage, and I was told that in my study sat a man who would mot give his name, but simply said that he wanted to see me on business.' "I entered the study and saw in the darkness a man, dusty and unshaven, lie stood there by the fireplace. I ap proached him, trying to recollect his face. 'You don't remember me, oottatT he said in a tremulous voice. 'Silvio!' I cried, and I confe*- I felt that my hair was standing cm end. 'Exactly so,' he added. 'You owe tne a *hot I have come to claim it. Are you ready?' A pistol protruded from his aide pocket. "I measured twelve paces, and stood there in that corner, begging him to fire quickly, before my wife came in. "He hesitated and asked for a light. Candles were brought in. I locked the doors, gave orders that no one should enter, and again called upon him to fire. He took out his pistol and aimed. "I counted the seconds. I thought of her. A terrible moment passed! Then Silvio lowered his hand. 'I only regret,' he said, 'that the pistol is not loaded with cherry stones. My bullet is heavy and it always seems to me that an affair of this kind is not a duel, but a murder. 'I am not accustomed to aim at un armed men. Let us begin again from the beginning. Let tts cast lots as to who shall Are first.' "My heed went round. I think I ob jected. Finally, however, we loaded another pistol and rolled up two pieces of paper. These he placed inside his cap the one through which, at our first meet ing, I had put the bullet. I again drew jj the lucky number. 'Count, yoa have the devil's luok/ he said, with a smile which I shall never forget. "I don't know what I was about, or how it happened that he succeeded iu inducing me. But I fired and hit that picture." The count pointed with his finger to the picture with the shot marks His face had become red with agitation. The counters was whiter than her own handkerchief, and I ooold not He is always joking, countess,' Sil vio replied. 'He once in a joke gave me a slap in the face in joke he put a built*t through this cap while I was wearing it, and iu joke, too, he missed me when he fired just now. And now I have a fancy for a joke.' With these words he raised his pistol as if to shoot me down before her eyes. "Masha threw herself at his feet. 'Rise, Masha! For shame!' I died in ray passion 'and you, sir, cease to amuse yourself at the expense of an un happy woman. Will you fire or not?* 'I will not,' replied Silvio. 'I am satisfied. I have witnessed your agita tion, your terror. I forced you to fire at me. That is enough you will re member me. I leave yoa to your con science.' "He was now about to go. But he stopped at the door, looked round at the picture which my shot had passed through, fired at it almost without tak ing aim and disappeared. "My wife had sunk down fainting. The servants had not ventured to stop Silvio, whom they looked upon with teiTor. He passed out to the steps, called his coachman, and before I ooald collect myself drove off." !j restrain an exclamation. "I fired," continued the count, "and, thank heaven, missed. Then Silvio—at this moment he was really terrible then Silvio raised his pistol to take aim at me. "Suddenly the door flew open Masha rushed iuto the room. She threw her self upon my ueck with a loud shriek. Her presence restored to me all- my courage. *My dear,' I said to her, 'don't yon see that we are only joking? How frightened you look. Go and drink a glass of water and then come back I will introduce yon to an old friend and comrade.' "Masha was still in doubt. 'Tell ine, is my husband speaking the truth? she asked, turning to the terrible Silvio 'is it true that you are only joking?* The count was silent. I had now heard the end of the story of which the beginning had long before surprised me. The hero of it I never saw again. 1 heard, however, that Silvio, during the rising of Alexander Ipsilanti, command ed a detachment of insurgents and was killed in action.—Translated from the Russian of Alexander Pushkin, Boston Globe. Things Money CftiMt Bay. Bow niuch the happiness of individual lives Is made up of pncfclers things, un salable in the coin times of the hind, yet found quickly when the in-art of the wan bfif honestly desires them*. Many of little thew| real treasures are qualities that simply diffuse themselves through the moral and mental atmosphere, and are some* valued, because they seeii| too vaporous and too illusive to be prac* tically grasped but they are genuine possessions and won by heart service. Who does not rejoice to have an hon orable name—not necessarily a distin guished name, but a cleau one? Truly, pride in such an inheritance, which can not be bought, justifiable if with it there are mingled a feeling of humility and a desire to do one's own part to transmit the name as unsullied as it hus been bestowed. What makes home love dearer and sweeter than all else, and treasured while life lasts': Not tlio tables and chairs, not the delicacy of porcelain or the aesthetic leanty which the loom achieves. These minister to the comfort, taste and artistic nature but beyond these there is something which ministers to the heart and soul, glorifying plain sur roundings and homely details—some* thing illusive to measure or weight, yet potent to guide, to comfort and to help. What is this but the sympathy, the trust, the spirit of sacrifice, the gentle ness, the faith, the readiness to do ami to bear, which, blended together, make the chain that binds us to our homes?— Harper's Bazar. Wh«M at#«t IMk The general aspect of the interior of a converting house at night is at once startling and grandly impressive. Here heat, flat mi and liquid metal are ever present locomotives whistle and puff, dragging with clatter and clang huge ladles of molten iron the lurid light^ flashing and flaming, that illuminate* the scene, throws shadows so intensely black that lliey suggest the "black fire"* of Milton, for in such a place it is im possible for a shadow to be cool half naked, muscular men, begrimed with sweat and dust, flit atxrnt clouds of steam arise from attempts to cool iu some degree the roasting earth of the floor converters roar, vibrate and vomit flames mingled with splashes of metal from their white hot throats at inter vals the scorching air is filled with a rain of coruscating burning iron. Ingot molds lift mouths iwrched with A thirst that can only be appeased for a short time by streams of liquid steel that run gurgling into them the stalwart cranes rise, swing and fall, loading scores of tons of red hot steel upon cars of iron all these conditions and circumstances combine to make an igneous total more suggestive of the realms of Pluto than any other in the whole range of metal lurgy arts.—W. F. Durfee in Popular Science Monthly. What rcaiwdb "While I was in England," says one woman, "I was told of an American who on his first trip on an English railway quite held his breath at the rapid ruu ning. When his nervousness rather overcame him he approached the guard 'I say, guard,' he ventured, 'this is pretty fast traveling for safety, isn't it/ 'Oh, no, sir,' replied xthe j,. A guard *we never run off the line here, sir.' "'But,'said the Yankee quickly, re senting the patronage, 'it is not the line. I'm afraid of running off your confound ed little island.' "—New York Tinlaa Am using Superstition*. If yon count warts you will increase their number, or to handle a toad will cause warts. If two persons wash in the same water or dry their hands on the same towel they will shortly quar rel. To bore a hole in the door frame and put in it the hair of a colored per son is supposed to cure whooping cough. The rattle of a rattlesnake if carried in the pockt-t will prevent rheumatism, or if placed in the bureau drawer will keep away moths.—Philadelphia Ledger. A new aluminium alloy, with titanium, is being manufactured in Pittsburg. It sells at from twenty-five cents to one dollar per pound more than pure alumin ium. It is very hard and elastic and is an excellent material for making tools. About 10 per cent, of titanium is used. Some peoples rest the neck instead of ^he head on hard pillows. In Africa ex traordinary headgears make this practice necessary, and many a civilized woman has been compelled by a somewhat sim ilar coiffure to forego both the pillow and the recumbent posture. A wonderful well is on the property «f Colonel W. B. Warsham of Henri etta, Tex Its c^epth of water is usually eight feet but when the wind is from the north the well becomes dry, Or. Price's Cream Baking Powdet possesses a peculiat merit not approached by that of any other baking powder. It produces the hot buckwheat, Indian or wheat cakes, hot biscuit, doughnuts, waffles or muffins. Any of these tasteful things may be eaten when hot with impunity by persons of ,,the most delicate digestive organs. Dr. Price's Cream Bak *ngJP°wler leavens without firmentation or decomposition. %%In its preparation none but the purest of cream of tartar, so da, etc. is used, and in such exact equivalents as to always guarantee a perfectly neutral result, thereby giving the natu s jral and sweet flavor peculiar to buckwheat and other flour -that may be used, the natural flavor so much desired and ap predated by all. The oldest patrons of Dr. Prices powder tell .* the story, that they can never get the same results from any other leavening agent, that their griddle cakes, biscuits, etc. f* are never so light and never^tasfce so sweet or so good as when raised with Dr. Prices Cream Baking Powder* aad continues until the wind change* Hot Griddle Cakes* CHANCE 1891. so A WINDFLOWEft. Between the roadside nod the wooflb Between the dawning and the dim •••'A tiny fiotrer before the sn% Ephemeral in time. I grew. Hind there upon the trail of'spring. Not dftftth nor love nor any nam* Known among men Dollars for Your Thoughts! FOR ARTISTIC AND We need TWENTY or MORE original and striking designs for Newspaper Adver tisements of SANTA CLAUSED A P. The manufacturers, Messrs. N. K, Fairban ft Co., authorize us to pay iTen Dollars Each for approved drawings with appropriate reading or $«j.0o each for designs or reading matter only. This offer is open to all who have facility in illustration. The competition will close December 10,1891. About January 1, 1802, we will pay for accepted designs aad return the others. Directions.—Make drawings with black ink on heavy white paper,or card board. the work in outline. Elaborate shading will not print well. Space in papers will be about four inches square. Draw to larger scale if you prefer, but have design square. The idea is most important. If that is good we can have it redrawn aad still give youcrcdit. Avoid doggerel in which soap rhymes with hope, &c. Points.—Santa Claus is a pure, high-grade Soap—-made for laundry and gener household use—a favorite wherever known. Generous praise will be well bortowed. Sti i by nil grocers, wholesale and retail. l\ your best, and send results promptly. Address (only) N. W. AYER & SON, Novc.uber, ID all tli«-ir l&nfls Could blur the wild dt«ire with lint down iny dayspan of the year The feet of straying winds came by And all my trembling soul was thrilled To follow one lost mountain cry. And then ray heart bf»at once and broke To hear the •win-pintr rain forbode Pome ruin In the April world. Between the wmxlside and the road. Tonight ran bring no healing now The calm of yesternight igone: Snrvljr the wind is but the wind. And 1 a broken wall thereon. —Bliss Carman in Christian t'atan Uls Audience. A pretty story, which has, ape»vfr the merit of leing true, is told of a r»»r tain professional singer. He bad a tiful tenor voice, of which he wa* 1 l» take the best of care, so tlir.t when was crossing the Atlantic one sniui!-: with a party of friends, they \m» surprised to find that he dmi«»"»« from view every evening at juni »»..« the same time. "Afraid of the night air."M|fet with a slight smile. "Afraid we'll ask him to sing. pn»i« ably," said another, but no one qn«** tioned him, as he was known to be quite immovable from his own way. But when the last night 011 board came, a delegation descended to his Stateroom to beg for a song or two, and discovered that he was not there. They looked for him in vain, until at last the captain, who had evidently kept the secret a* long as he could, said, pointing In the direction of the engine room: "I think you'll find him down there that's where he's gone every evening.*' Sure enough, when the delegation ar rived at the engine tooin, they heard the sound of a guitar and a voice, and there, tolling against the wall, was the recreant tenor, ringing his best for the delight of the stokers, whom he had entertained in this way for more than an hour every evening during the voyage.—Youth's Companion a Sank Counters,Tyler System, Port* able, Ursequaled in Stylee, Cost and Finish. lM Taf* ff U nt ete., WntnU to TTTSIAYE AKso Tyler's S«v»l Office and Typ» writer CnhlieU, Stj lM. Bent and cheap est on earth, with great redwstfcn in prices. 1M |1M ritahm rrw, 11 **. KM* JT OMta, CWn, TiMh, Cue, fsfclniu, I »f I aiuk CafctaHa, Ha, ateaj* la rt«ek. ... Mit aM*s to ar4*r. rims sits co.,st. 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Orders for work will re ceive prompt attention, and satis faction guaranteed in every partic ular. Hotice of Sheriff's Sale Statu of South "Dakota. County of I.nte, f§, W. W. Janes v*. A. Ho«s Hills. N ti inhere by given, th«t by virtue of an execution to me di rected aud delivered, and now in my hands, is sued out of the Clerk's office of the Secoud diclal Circuit Court, State of South Dakota, in aud tor the County vf Lake, npoii a judgment for the of one hundred thirty five aud thirty- five one hundredth* dollsrg rendered in itaiil Court in favor of W.W. J»ne* and against A. Hoes Bills, nnd the same was asslgr.ed to K. II. Jacobs ou the lith day of April, 1HW), 1 have levied upon at v thirty one sixtieths bushel* of wheat. And that I A the following described personal property of said defendant, to wit: Four hundred and thirty am! shall, on Tuesday, the I'th day of November. .1). lHiu, at he hour of 10 o'clock a. m., of saie dav, at the Madison Elevator company's ware bouse in the village of Kanionn, in said county, Vud 1 gbttll proceed to sell all the right, title and "f the above flamed A. liogs Mills SBv*nd to the'abovo described pr^"*4*' "Uify Judgment and costs, amounting to one hundr«o and thirty-five dollars and thirty five cents, MJ jettier with all accr'.inn eosta of sale, and intGr «t ou the same from the t*th day of Xarch, 1SU1, St the rate of per cent »er annum, at pnhlie auc tion, to the highest bidder for cash. Dated at Madison, I.ake county, 8. D., the 5tb day of November, iw»l. WM. LEE, Sheriff of the county of Lake, 8.0. Notice of Vacation To whom it may concern: Take notice, that St a general term of the circuit court, appointed by law, to be hold In the court hons*, In the city of Madison, iu the county of Lake and state of South Dakota, on the «th day of February, A. D. IK'.,- at the opening of said eourt on that day or as soon thereafter as eounsei conveniently can be hoard, StephenC.Lobdell and Jno. F.YanDooaer, as proprietors of the "Town of Herman," locat ed on the north 55 aorcs of the southeast quarter of the northwest quarter, otherwise known as lot H, of the said N w 1-1 of section 11, township 100 N, ranqre r8 W 5th P. M., as surveyed and plat ted by Fwo It.bimpsoii, survey or,uuoer direction ot' Austin K. Demlck and Herbert Robbies, as former propriCTor* Of said town of Herman, on the lat day of Assart A-1- W*. *PP»y to ••id court to vacateaaWtown of Herman, or so ©uch thereof a# can be eo vacated without ma terial iujory to otkew, and that such part thereot ai* shall be vacated, thereafter, msy be used ami described by metes and bounds the same SS ft •aid lands had never been platted. Dated Madison, 8. I)., October «T, IBM. STKPHJTN €. LOB DELI*, JNO. F. VAND008ER, Proprietor*. MU&ftAV A PORTER, Attorneys for I'ropri fe tt. v v *1.