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The boys to school soon, and you want them to make a good appearance in a neat
new suit, for you know
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respect from others. Teach them early to wear
Clothing bought at the Star Clothing house. It will save them money later in life, as
our prices are always
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One Price Clothier. &
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Furniture, Stoves, Dishes, Glassware, Carpets, Baby Cabs, Sewing Machines, Etc., Etc.,
For sale at the l?west living prices. Call and see my stock. I will pay highest prices for all kinds of second hand goods.
T. J. ORE,
Proprietor Second Hand Store.
58 West Jkiain St. 7g_tf
J. E. MACK,
TEACHER OF
Violin, Piano, Cornet, Mandolin.
5s Besideiiue, North Street, next to New Christian w:"
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LIGHT AND AIRY.
A Longfellow Dinner. VEGETABLES.
Lettuce then be up and doing, Turnip on the wrongs of life Beet our rivals, still pursuing, i: Cabbage honors in the strife. gfe: FISH.
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Salmon life in mournful numbers sw Flounders in an empty stream, Suckers fancy in thoir slumbers S'- Soles are far from what they seem.
MEATS.
s«rs! Liver die, act in the present, Lamb lifo's evils long and late Steak 110 future, howe'er pleasant,
Chop and labor while you wait. "WINE LIST. Spirits stilled long since will make you
Stout, aggressive, wise and brave, Aleinents will at last o'ertake you, Beer will bear you to the grave. |Av —Truth.
He Preferred Death.
Captain (to belated passenger who has suddenly appeared on the deck of the abandoned ship)—Jump, man! Jump quickf Don't you seo she's going down?
Passenger—la my wife saved? Captain—Yes. Passenger—Well, so long. I can't spend the rest of my life explaining why I let tier take this steamer.—Boston Commercial Bulletin.
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An Orphan Girl's Go ml Fort'one.
The return of Miss Anna Delaplaine of Madison, Wis., to her home after a year spent with relatives in England, one of whom, Sir Richard Taugye, accoinpanied her, has brought up her romantic story. When r« little girl, she was left an orphan and was committed to the Mendota asylum for a slight
nervous disorder. The attention of Mi.-'-.s Blanche Delaplaine, daughter of tbs late General Delaplaine, was attracted toward the child, and she took her home, where she soon recovered her health. She was then legally adopted by Miss Delaplaino and assumed the lattor's name.
In 1800, through a magazine article, Miss Delaplaine's attention was called to the fact that, there was a family in Loudon bearing the same name as that of hsr ward, Tangye, and she wrote to them, telling the child's story. Promptly came mi answer claiming the child as a cousin, and from that time on the English relatives have sent the young girl beautiful gifts and a year ago insisted upon her visiting them. Sir Richard Tangye is a self made man of great wealth, whose fortune was made by the invention of the hydraulic jack, with which the Great Eastern was launched. He and his' brother own mammoth works in Birmingham and London and in Cornwall and employ thousands of men. Two years ago Sir Richard was I knighted by the queen. —ChicagoChronicle.
Painting by Machinery.
Painting by machinery, practiced on a large scale for the first time in connection with the mammoth exposition buildings at Chicago, in the United States, in 1898, has become an everyday accomplishment, and painting machines are now regularly purchasable articles. For several years previous to the mentioned use at Chicago of ordinary garden hose and spraying nozzle outfits, by means of which the immense areas of wall space in the fair buildings were coated with paint and calcimine, a substantially similar plan has been and stili is followed at some of the American railroad shops for painting shop walls, freight cars and the like, but the. appliances there us^d, though very serviceable and time saving, were home made and could scarcely be considered as articles of commerce. Now, however, the intending user of a painting machine need no longer resort to a makeshift apparatus, bv.t can buy it in the open market in various sizes and forms, just as he would buy any other Gtandard piece of machinery.—Gassier's Magazine.
Milk on Li'oft,
For ten days a man who looks like a granger, and who claims Snake Hill as his home, has been poddling "milk on draft" to the residents of the upper West side of Harlem and has been doing a good business. The granger looking man has with him two cows, which he leads through the street, yelling at the top of his voice: "Here you are! Nice fresh jni lk on tap!" The charge for the milk is 12 cents a quart and 3 cents a glass. The majority of his customers seem to be the mothers of young children, who watch the milk drawn fresh from the cow without any fear of its being adulterated or skimmed before it reaches them. When asked how ha was getting along, the man replied: "Can't complain. Guess I'll havo to double up on my cows if business keeps a-boom-ing."—New York Sun.
A Chinese Chang and Eng.
The great human freak now doing the cities of continental Europe preparatory to a trip to the United States is a pair of curiously connected Chinese twins named Tianwasi. The twins are boys, 10 years of age, and are connected by apiece of flesh almost four inches in diameter," which is attached to each just below his waist. This connecting ligament is only about nine inches in length and so firm and unyielding that it keeps the brothers continually standing face to face. Unlike the arterial bond which connected Chang and Eng, the famous Siamese twins, the Tianwasi connecting link is solid through and through.—St. Louis Republic.
For Her.
"What is that, dear?" tho young husband asked. "Angel food," said she sweetly. "I—I guess you better cat it yourself. You are tho only angel in the house."
And he helped himself liborally to the bread and beef.—Indianapolis Journal.
My Laly.
The streets that were so dull and dark Are bright and fresh today The air, once hot and dusty, ...
Is sweet as new mown liay.
The country has no beauty now, The city holds the crown, And this because my lady
Once moro has come to town. —Life.
Used to It.
Grandpa—Don't got scared, Willy. The tiger is about to bo fed that's what makes him jump and roar so.
Willy (easily)—Oh, I ain't afraid of him, grandpa papa's the same way when his meals ain't ready.—Tit-Bits.
Comes High.
.Rounder—This has becfl a vory expensive summer for me. Sounder—I thought you sent your family away on a farm somewhere.
Rounder—So I did, but I staid in town.—Philadelphia Record.
SKEPTIC BROWN.
Brown was the sworn foe of superstitition. He derided all the good old saws and he jeered at omens. It was his one hobby, this warfare with the believers in signs and portents. There was no mercy in him for the credulous. He laughed at broken mirrors. Nothing pleased him better than to see the new moon over his left shoulder. The ever recurring'terror of 13 at a table ho had reduced to a mathematical problem to be solved through the law of chances and the statistics of life insurance aetuaries. Three mornings in the week ho put on his right shoo first. On tho other four the left preceded the right. Last, but not least, he had taken lodgings in a rather poor neighborhood because it abounded in white cats, and the 3:kol hood of one of the unlucky animals crossing his jmth was thereby greatly increased.
These things did not add to his popnlarity. Most men shunned him. So did some women, though their aversion to him interested no one but themselves, for Brown would have been a misogynist had he been able to cherish two great hatreds simultaneously. Sometimes, I though, he longed for moro friends of his own sex. He had but t\Vo or three, and Le could not preach to them always.
There was a point at which they rebelled, and when that point was reached Brown felt alone in fcho world.
So at last, through growing dread of isolation, he cams to spare these two or three, which proves that the maw of one idea may learn in tho school of bister experience. Even when, out of the goodness of their heart: then cleared tho lists fo: lance in his favoriti
thpy now and him to break a
cause ho declined
the challenge—sometime: And then tho others began to fear for his health. "Your trouble, Brown, is that yon lack an actual test,'' observed Ferguson, on one of these occasions of combat declined. "You're theoretical. You've never faced a ghost nor heard a supernatural voice. Now, if you only could have something uncanny happen.
Fergusou paused, partly because he thought he had said enough in the way of encouragement, but more because, his cigar demanded attention. Randall nodded approval of the curtailed sentiment. The three had been dining together and were lingering over the coffee. "No, I've escaped so far," Brown answered slowly. "At least—well, nothing has occurred to shake my common sense. Truth is, though, I may be able to tell you something convincing in a few days. Last night I had what some fools would call a warning." "What?" cried Randall. "You had?" asked Ferguson incredulously. "I had a dream," Brown continued. "I don't know where the scene was laid or whether there was any. But I held a bit of newspaper with edges jagged, as if it had been torn from the sheet. On one sido was what seemed to be an account of a curious accident to a sound steamer which was run into by a schooner whose jib boom pierced the wall of a stateroom and impaled tho occupant. Tho name of the steamer was missing." "And the passenger's name?" queried Randall. "It was not to be found in the part of tho article before me." "Sure it was a sound steamer?" Ferguson asked. "Yes. Something in the context made that clear. There was no hint of the date. I turned the paper over, but found on the other side nothing but part of a table of stock quotations. Great Eastern common had closed at 20 —that's all I remember to have noticed.'' "I'd like to see the shift' there even! in a dream," said Ferguson feelingly. He ventured into Wall street occasionally. "No doubt you would,"said Randall. "But, Brown, Where's the warning? Aro you going down ea^t?" "Yes. I'm due in Bostonnext Saturday morning. And I always go by boat." "This time too?" "Certainly," responded Brown with dignity. "This time of all times." "Well, I'd stay ashore if I were you," Randall counseled. "As a boy I had my fill of trying to see if things were loaded.''
The skeptic smiled a superior smile. "I havo already arranged for the trip," he announced. "This morning I reserved a stateroom on the Yankeeland—she's next Friday's boat. In short, I propose to prove so conclusively the"— "Precisely," said Ferguson, rising from the table in some haste, "we realize what you expect to prove, old man. I know you think it too good a chance to be wasted but, just as a friend of yours, I'd get out an injunction to keep you from going—I would indeed—if it were not for that quotation of Great Eastern at 20. In view of such a freak of midnight phantasy I guess I won't have you dragged into court. But you ought to bo fined for dreaming such a thing and unduly exciting the imagination of the honest poor, who've put good money into that stock."
Brown's friends bade him good night at the door of the restaurant. "Well, what do you think?" said Ferguson to Randall, as tliey walked up town together. "Oh, if anybody else had had such a dream I'd be worried," said Randall to Ferguson. "But Brown won't be even frightened—more's the pity. By the way, he has loaned mo one of his scientific antighost books. I'm going to read it as a personal favor to him—that is, if I can. It's heavy enough, though, to make me doubt my ability to finish it." And he took a tighter grip on the neatly wrapped volume he had tucked under ono arm.
To Randall, at work in liis office the following Saturday afternoon, appeared Ferguson, who thrust a newspaper into his hand and dropped into a chair beside his desk. "Look at the stock table 1" gasped the caller.
"Uml What of it?" Randall asked. "G^nat Eastern at 20. "So I observe. Insiders have boosted the stuff, that's all. "Now read an item on the first page third columijj, about half wav down." "All right," said the other' "H-'llol" he added a moment later, "that's odd, isn't it?"
Odd! It's terrible. Poor Brown!'' "It's odd, very odd," Randall repeated. "So the Yankeeland was i-n collision, eh? Nothing said about anybody being injured." "They've suppressed that part," groaned Ferguson. "Poor o$ Brown! Can't we do something? Let's"go to his rooms. They may have had word there.'' "Very well," said Randall, rising and putting on his hat. "I'm with you. But if I were you I wouldn't give up hope by any manner of mrnns.
As the "pair approachod die house in which Brown had lodgings that gentleman opened the door and came down the steps. Ferguson gave a cry of relief at sight of him. Randall laughed softly. "You didn't take the boat then?" he asked. "No, I was—er—detained," Brown stammered. "I'm going to Forty-second street now to catch a train. "Have you seen the papers?" Ferguson put in. "Great Eastern run up, and the Yankeeland run down. Notice it?" "I've read the items, "Brown confessed. "Curious coincidence, so to speak, waen't it? I—I don't know just wh it to make of it." "You've been saved in .spite of yourself. You ought to bo mighty thankful," said Ferguson, a little warmly. "Oh, I'll be honest with you,"responded Brown with an effort. "I wasn't actually detained—that is, I migh'0 havo caught the boat.. But it had occurred to me—I had four days to think things over, you know—that perhaps by staying in town and waiting to see if the Yankeeland met with an accident I'd have just as good a chance to provo the falsity of the omen." "Do yon call it proved false?" "Dm! Hardly, hardly," said Brown. "An unfortunate incident, very unfortunate, I must say. It has almost unsettled my convictions. And ho glanced about him nervously. "You'll bo taking a car at the corner," said Randall. "We'll toddle along with you."
The three had advanced hardly 50 feet when Brown dashed from between his companions and ran to the gutter. "Look out!" he circd. "Dou't you see those painters at work overhead? They're on a ladder. Don't walk under it- It's unlucky.
No sooner had this peril been avoided than he dropped to his knees and fell to picking at a crack in the sidewalk. "Horribly unlucky to pass that," ha explained, lifting a pin from the crevice. "So I've been told," said Randall, with a chuckle. Fevguson'lacked words appropriate to the occasion.
They halted at the corner, but Brown pretended not to seo the first car which passed. The others saw it very plainly. It was No. 1 i3. They put their friend aboard the next, which proved to have a number above suspicion. "This affair beats me," said Ferguson soberly. "What ails Brown anyway?" "Nothing much," replied Randall, "only he's gone from one extreme tc the other. Ho didn't believe anything. Now he believes everything. That's all." "I don't blame him—after such an escape.'' "Yon think the spirits warned him?" "Who else?" "One Brown." "He warned himself? Impossible!" "Not at all. His own memory did the business." "Memory of something to happen., in the future! That's nonsense.!' "No more nonsense than his newborn fears." "I give up the conundrum. What's the answer?" "I can't tell you in a word. You recollect the book he lent me the other night, don't you? Well, he'd been reading it the evening before—at least so he told me —and that was the evening preceding the vision. When I got home, I took oft' the old nowspaper in which the book had been wrapped and fell to skimming—skipping about, you understand. Pretty soon I found a piece of paper stuck between two pages, evidently to mark the place where Brown had stopped. Not being much interested in the book, I begun to look over tho slip —and what do you suppose it was? The very fragment Brown had seen in his dream!" "Eh?" "Yes, sir. The very same. Then I thought of the paper which had been around the book, picked it up from the floor"— "Go on, man. Go on!" cried Ferguson. "And found that the small pieee just fitted a hole in it. That nowspaper was nearly six months old, as it had to be to contain a quotation of Great Eastern at 20. It was clear enough what had happoned. Brown, when he torq off the slip to stick in the book, read both sides of it without really knowing what he was doing. Then he must have dreamed about it, and you know as well as I do what resulted." "But the accident to the steamer—it was a sound steamer"—. "Puget sound. The item was reprinted from a western paper and was duly credited. There has been a curious coin-cidence,-that's a fact, but the warning theory is rather spoiled."
Tho pair strode on in silence for a time. At last Ferguson turned toward his companion with a question: "When are yon going to tell Brown?" "Not for some time," said Randall decisively. "Nature has away of averaging up things. Brown has a lot of believing to do to uiake up for his unbelief. You wouldn't have me interfering prematurely with the benevolent
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The Banner of Light is, as every one know3,oneofth0inosfc successful denominational publications issued in this country.
In its 77th volume it is at once consei--vative and bright, discussing not only modern Spiritualism, bat frequently landing its influence fearlessly in matters of public importance outside its principal field.
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