St. Joseph County Independent, Volume 17, Number 18, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 21 November 1891 — Page 4

Cljc Jn&cpcnJirnt. WALKERTON', INDIANA, Nov. 21, 1891. SWEEPING REDUCTIONS AT THE BOSTON Dn Oils fc During the next month we have decided to make sweeping reductions in all our depart ments. Dress Goods Department. In our Dress Goods Department we have made pueh reductions that it seems to us every lady could have a new dress. Our Cashmers, Storm Ser-, ges. Cloths, Bedford Cords. Flannel Plaids, Henriettas, Silks and Camelets t Jiavc all been reduced to such low prices as we know will please you. Cloak & Jacket Department. Here we have put the knife into high prices and before you purchase a cloak or jacket just inspect our line as we know the goods will please—the prices suit. Underwear Departmen t. We are showing the best of everything found in the market in Underwear and you do not consult your own interests by buying Underwear without first having seen our stock aud learned bur prices. Furs! Furs! Furs! We have laid in our immense stock of Furs, and we are told are 25 per cent under the regular prices. Blankets & Comforters. Here it is that we know we have such goods as Wiil please you, everything you may need in this line can oe found in our immense stoct; Our elegaut liue of Gent’s and Ladies’ Gloves, Saxony Yarns, Corsets, Handkerchiefs and Housekeeping Goods. i CHILLAS, ADLER & COBLE. ; I: 127 South Michigan St. SOUTH BEND, IND. I The Leaders of Low Prices. Store open Wednesday and Saturday evenings. . I DON’T FAIL , TO SEE ^AHORSE ^B.^ , BLANKETS EVERYBODY WANTS ONE. Two or three dollars for a 5,^ Horse Blanket will save double its cost. Youi horse will eat less to keep warm and b< vorth fifty dollars more. our mammoth line of ROBES & BLANKETS, The 5A in all grades and styles. 1 am prepared to famish you with the finest line of Horse Clothing ever brought to i> alkerion. F, M AKE.

: MOTHER CAREY'S ROCKS. “Now, Octavia,” said Mrs. Oland, “do be a little careful today. Don’t ■ for pity’s sake let your wild spirits run ’ away with you!” Octavia Oland, in her pink muslin dress tied here and there witli jaunty little bows of ribbon,and a stray gypsy hat garlanded with pink poppies,turned around, the very incarnation of radiant glee. “Mamma,” said she, “wbj' should you grudge me my little holiday? ! Don’t I work behind Miss Farnshaw’s counter all the year like any African slave? Don’t I lose my very identity in shirts and puffings, and tc t mv linger ends off with flounces a d tucks? Do let me play I am a child • ^ain, just this once!” So this beautiful young Euphrosyne danced away, leaving only the sweet echo of her laughter in the gloomy apartment, and Mrs. Oland siglied. ' “She is so thoughtless,” 'said the 1 mother, "And Duncan Ray and Harry Bolton are both going on the sailing - i parly, and somehow I feel as if today ' were to be the turning point of her life. I wish she could bring herself to ■ like Dnucan — he's a steady, noble- I sou!ed lad, as his father was before / him, but there isn’t much outside show ; about him. And Bolton's a dashing j young fellow, just the sort to attract ; any girl. JJut somehow 1 can’t quite | believe in him. Octavia says I haven't ! any knowledge of the world. Well, ’ perhaps she is l ight. But I think we | quiet, stay-at-home bodies are some- i times gifted with a sort of instinct in these matters.” The day was all sparkle and sun- j shine; the excursion steamer, fluttering with gay Hags and the sound of music, glided majestically along; the sea air breathed pew strength into weary lungs and touched fevered brows with alchemic power, and all of those overtired, overworked sewing-girls forgot for a brief while that life was nothing more than a treadmill to them. They laughed, they danced, they ; sang; they flung Howers into the water ; that floated around the wheelhouse; they counted the glimmering sai’ a that leaned up against the horizon, and . finally, when the boat landed at White ; Crags, they all scattered in various directions over the silver - shingled beach in merry pursuit of shells, seaweed, and pebbles as so many newly liberated school-children might have ; done. And Octavia Oland,the prettiest girl in all the throng, reigned as a sort of , princess among them. “Mother Carey’s Cushion?” said she merrily, echoing the words of an old salt who was mending his nets in a sunny spot with an old pipe in his mouth and a picturesque, long beard blowing about in the wind. “Is that what they call yonder rock? -1 "TT t ’ore’s what they bail’s her by. | lady miss,” said the old sailor, bis dim eyes rest'ng with evident approbation on Octavia’s fresh young lilies and roses. “Aud well it’s known hereabouts,” •‘But why <Io they call it so?" per- | sisted the girl. "Because of the cushion, my lady j miss,’ said the fisherman, laving his I pipe down on the sand cut of respect to this charming young presence, “and । the Mother Carey’s chickens as circle around the point of a dark day, when there’s a storm coming up. It’s a round rock near the top—d'ye see? — with grass and mosses growing on it, in a circle like a cushion. I and my sweetheart — as has been dead these thirty years—climbed up it once. But we didn’t care to stay there long, 1 tell ye. For the wind howled,and the seagulls shrieked, and the tide roared like a hungry shark around us, and it was as much as we could do to get down again with whole bones.” “Why, it doesn’t look such a great height,” said Bolton. “Mebbe not —mebbe not!” said the old man. “A quarter of a mile makes a deal of difference in the looks of things. And them as an’t used to distances can’t calculate.” And he went on with his work,while the little group strolled on, bright ■ Octavia with her ribbons and curls floating, Bolton carrying her shawl, and Dunean Ray walking silently on the other side. And just then another gay party ' overtook them, aud there was a discus- j siou as to where the site of their impromptu banquet should be. Present- i ly Duncan Ray looked around. "Where's Octavia?” he asked. Everybody had some answer to ; make. Anriette Hall had seen her not ' five minutes before; Helen Ray was j quite certain that she was hiding be- , hind the ruined boathouse on the edge ‘ of the beach; Louis Fielding suggested • that she had probably gone back to the Steamer for a scent bottle or a handkerchief. “She'll be here presently,” he said. , “In the meantime let us get the lunch j ■ ready, for there’s a dark little edge of ( cloud down in the west that the cap- j I tain savs he don’t half like the looks of.” > And where was Octavia Oland all i this time? / She was springing up the steep and ' winding ledge of rock, quicker and ’ lighter than any mountain chamois, her veil floating back like a white I wreath of mist, an exquisite scarlet dyI iug her cheek. “If other people can climb to | Mother Carey’s cushion, so can I,” said dauntless Octavia, keeping her face resolutely away from the furious , waves that boiled aud raged below lest perchance it should render her f giddy. “And how astonished they will i be when they see me waving my handI kerchief to them from that dizzy r peak!” ; Long before the cold fowls, chicken, , , salad, and sandwiches were spread upon the grass, the captain came up from the steamer. “Ladies and gentlemen,” said he, "I’m sorry to spoil sport, but there’s a squall brewing, if ever there was one, and we’ll be safer well at sea than i on these ragged points of rock, espeeii ally as the tide is*coming a deal faster I than we’d calculated on. So if you'll ’ step lively I shall be particularly •^obliged.”

The ladies began hurriedly to repack the incomplete repast and. to gather up their hats, veils, parasols, and gloves; the gentlemen looked’ around for shawl-straps, books, and baskets; and once again can the ques- : tion: * “But Octavia! Where is Octavia?” And Dorsey Wheeler, strained his eyes through the gray mist which was already beginning to gather over the landscape, exclaimed: "Who has an opera-glass? I see something on that tall rock that seems to lean toward the water—sometbln<r I am quite certain, that moves.” o ’ The captain produced his glass. _ ‘Though to besdre,” said iw, "^lasses ain’t much use in such a plaguey Scotch mist as this. Rut, I declare, there is something up there, fluttering i Q (he 1 wind, like someone waving a signal of distress!” Bolton snatched the glass from the veteran’s hands aud hurriedly adjusted । it to his own eyes. "It is Octavia's veil,” he said, "I can see the pink flowers, like little dots of color, on her head. Good i heavens! She has been mad enough to । climb that rock,all for a spirit of crazy । . adventure.” J “Il’s a bad jo.b i'or her, Up ne"sVo7akc^ left* TuJ

mingled, bLiek pipe and all, in tbe I general confusion. ‘For now the tide is in there an't nobody nor nothin’ can get near Mollier Carey’s rocks. And if ’he wind rises, as its go?n’ to do, as sure as blazes she'll be blowed into kingdom come at the very first puff.” ' “Can nobody help her?” cried the I horrified group. The old salt shook liis head. * You'd come to your own death,” said he, “without helpin’ her a mite. ; Tiiero was a man killed there twenty- ; one years ago come October. He ! “We are losing time.” said the captain impatiently. “There’s a black I squall driving up on Ilie wind, and I’d not give much for our lives if we don’t get clear of those confounded rocks, j Os course we’re all sorry for the young , lady, but so tar as I can see she’ll have to take the consequences of her folly. Its impossible to risk a whole bargeload for her. Ladies and gentlemen, all forward now, if you please!” Bui Duncan Ray stepped out from the ranks. “Bolton!” sail he, “McDowell! Christian men all of yoi ! Are you going deliberately off.’ to leave ’the sweetest and most precious of our number to perish in the winds and waves?” “I—l don’t see that we can do anything!” stammered Bolton. “This good man says that we should only ■ risk our own lives to no purpose.” ’ I “And you must see yourself.” added I Lanncelot McDowell, “that it would be certain death to try to cross the I water now that the tide is rising so fast!” j “There’s no time for parley!” said i the captain impatiently. “The boll ■ will t ing directly, aud whoever isn’t on ( board then isn’t <,n Umid at nil! Eh! I where are you going. Nir, v ,M "To the top of yonder T'liff.” 'MW? Dnm*n upnHine hisdiai, xusuiuLeiy over i his bro .vs. ••'xo rescuo thut or dieT in the attempt.” But at the same moment a slender j figure, with a zephyr shawl drawn : lightly over its head, stepped out from | behind the old bulkhead — Ocluvia j Oland herself. * 1) > not risk your life. Duncan Ray!” , she said in a sweet, clear voice. “1 ■ am quite safe. Mv veil and hat blew j off, and I could not disentangle them from the sharp rocks. Bur I myself ; was fortunate enough to make good my I retreat before the dreadful wind got; too high. And 1 came up behind you I nil and heard you talk, and—and—Oi Duncan, I can’t bear to think of it all! I Let us go back to the steamer as fast j ! as we can, and gel out of this frightful place.” She covered her ^yes with one hand ; as she spoke, while with the other she] clung close to Duncan lliy s arm as j if it were a refuge beyond all compu- I tation. But ail the way back to New ; ; York she never once condescended to , speak to Harry Bolton or Alt - . Me-j 1 Dowell; and w hen she returned home j 1 that evening she was engaged to Dun- ; can Ray. “For I know now,” she said with a i little tremor in her voice, “who, and 1 who alone, would have risked his life ; for such a silly child as I!” Harry Bolton and Mr. McDowell fell ( like recreant knights indeed. "Decidedly awkward!” said the : former. ' Yes,” asserted the latter. “Puts ■ one—ahem! —in such an awkward posii tion.” — Sciu Orleans D< t i. YAUaDKY! ! Having leased the alkerton steam I laundry I hereby announce to the people of Walkert ni and vicinity that I am equipped with all the necessary machinery to do first-class work, and : propose to turn out a class of work ; that will please my patrons. 1 solicit a fair share of the public ] atronage. Give me your work. Satisfaction guaranteed. C. M. Goodrich. Anything in the furniture line at Vincent’s. Parlor suits at Vincent’s furniture store for $25, §3O, S3B, SSO, $55, and S7O.

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GHH Walkerton, Ind. horatio nelson, Pres., TV. J. ATWOOD, Ctisliiei*. Boes a general banking business; bays and sells exchange, makes collec- , Hons on all points at lowest possible expense. Accounts of individuals and corporations solicited. Heal Estate and Insurance. Real estate'bought and sold on commission- . Insure your property in the ' old lW fble s P ril ’gfield Insurance Co. II NON, agent, writes your pol thereby avoiding delay in

' a A. M. BEALL, Proprietor of BAKERY © ( RESTAURANT. I - Nice line of I Family Groceries. Fresh Bread delivered every dag at your residence. It atch for the deli eery u'agon! Meals at all hours. E. McDaniel’s old stand, one door ■ north of Beall’s meat market. I ■ !— I I 1 FINE PRINTING, LOW PRICES, INDPEENDFXr OFFU E. i Take Simmons Liver Regulator j , after your dinner. It prevents dys-; i pepsia and indigestion. California raisins were a short crop : this year, lacking about two million ; boxes of the regular yield. GROVER 10WN. Mrs Sam Botarf, seven miles south d town, is quite ill. Mrs. Warren Rust has been dang erously ill for some time but at pres- j i ent is slowly improving. Mr. Freeman and family, of Bourbon, ' have been visiting friends in this viciuI ify for a few days past. Mrs. Lillie Goldrieh (nee Allien), of South Chicago, spent last week visiting relatives and old friends at this place. . Mrs. Frank Yeager left here the 11 th inst. for Omaha, Neb., for a few weeks’ . visit with her daughter, Mrs. Geo. i Lindley. She was accompanied by llUMPaml as far as Chicago. I Marsh. Freddie Awald and sister Bertha are making a short visit to friends in South Chicago. The little daughter of Mr. and Mrs. ' Seward Rinehart was quite ill with an attack of lung fever the forepart of this week. Fred Marsh and Sam Uncapher arc I looking both pleased and proud owing ' to the appearance of a fine girl baby at ■ i their respective places of residence. ’* I All concerned are doing nicely. Chase.

theThiladelphia SIM BIGGEST STORE IN WALKERTON. Did it cm flash upon you that you would "better come [n and find tvhat truth theie is in all this talk about the tow prices at the great Philadelphia Store. A GREAT OCCASION. Out entire stock of Winter Goods must move. A CHANCE OF A LIFE TIME. CLOJYICSI Ladies Plush Cloaks, 42 inches long, worth $lB, $12.50 “ “ “ “ 16, 10.00 12, 7.50 Misses’ Cloth All Wool Cloaks, “ 16, 12.00 “ “ ” “ “ 12, 10.00 “ “ “ “ “ 10, 7.00 “ “ “ *' “ 7, 4.00 Children’s Cloaks, 90 cts. to 4.00 We offer at one-half price a lot of odds and ends of UNDEHWEAR in Men’s, Women’s and Children’s, which is a Great Bargain. Me We lie Iron is Ml Boots I Shoes At prices 25 per cent less than they can be bought for in any house in sit. .Tosonh countv. COME AND SEE. 100 dozen Eggs wanted. If you have no E? bring in the Nest. MSI fflcDlT Dealers In—— Hardware, TINWARE, STOVES, FARMING IMPLEMENTS, BUILDERS’ MATERIAL, &cWe are carrying a full stock of everything usually found in our line of business, and our prices are always right. Included in our stock are Coqui Hard Wagons Buggies, Champion Mowers and Binders, BARBED AND SMOOTH WIRE, PUMPS, PIPE, PAINTERS' SUPPLIES, Etc. Please bear in mind that we also carry a good line op HEATING STOVES! the best kinds now in use. We have a full line of Radiant, Home, Splendid and Garland stoves. 3E & McDANIEL. I ■FULMER BLOCK.