"af0b3f4b-12b6-4a1b-bfff-145461cc652d"@en . "CONTENTdm"@en . "[Courtenay Weekly News]"@en . "BC Historical Newspapers"@en . "2015-11-27"@en . "1895-12-03"@en . "https://open.library.ubc.ca/collections/cwn/items/1.0067985/source.json"@en . "application/pdf"@en . " HMUMM\nIP* '^WA^jp*\n\\nu\nflfi'4r**-,\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD<\nAt\nxNO. 160. UNION, COMOX DISTRICT, B. C, TUESDAY, DEC. 3, 1895. $2.00 PER YEAR\nJAMES McKIM\nHas just received a largt; consignment of\nStaple Dry Goods, Imported Direct from\nStewart & McDodald's, Glasgow.\nThese goods are of the Latest Styles and Patterns,\nand being of the Best Manufacture,\nare Warrented to (jive Satisfaction.\nThe General Grocery business will be\nconducted as usual at ROCK BOTTOM\nfigures and every effort will be made by\nthe undersigned to cater to the requirements\nof his numerous customers.\nJAMES McKIM.\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDajiwgwp^\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD 11 IJ I III I , ta^yyai-aaw \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD) a, iii..\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD**\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD^!\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDajilj|ii|i|.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD*m****|- * j .! \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDHU .j. I *********H\nIOB --Sj-ZIYMl PARLORS\n-~- Union, B, 0. -^-\nSoda Water, Candies, Stationery and Books.\nFRUIT Ja. \~\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\C1.Ja~,\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD-\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD.\nTOBACCOS\nimported and Domestic Cigars Briar and Meerschaum Goods.\nTh* Above 8toru\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD Adjoin, Where Everything of tbe test in their Beepectivi;\nline* will be found.\nA. ti'. Mclnty e Prop.\nFall Neckwear\nin all the Latest Styles\nFall Shirts\nFall Suiting\nin Endless Variety\nin all the Newest Styles\nLAWSON Sf CO., DUNNE BLOCK.\nTailors and Gents Furnishers\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDu i\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDi--j ..i.\n11\n1/\nI.O\nI hive nn unlimited supply\nof money for loans nn the security of fanning property -it\nlow rate*, oi' interest. Loans\nput through expeditiously.\nMortgages purchased. Insurance effected.\nMARCUS WOLFE\nNaxaimo, B. C\nV. 0. Drawer ! 7\nCUMBERLAND CLUTJ\nUNION, I). C\nJ. BRUCIC, PKES.\nW. S. DICKSON, SVC*)' & TRKAS,\nCLUB HOUSE\nOn:N FROM 6 A. M. TO 3 A. M.\nKOR MEMBERS ONLY,\nDave Anthony^\nCigar and Fruit Store\n8nd and Dunsmuir Ave.\n-UNION, B. C.\nNCT3, CAXr.U.$, NOTIONJ,\nHISi'M .H'H'MKs.\nWHARF NOTES\n(.orMr-rptii donco\nA noticeable thin*^ is ihe increase in\ntravel, Ami one can't help regretting that\nthere are not two boats a week, at reason\nable interval1*, so .is tn give visitors lime\nto transact business here, and those ot us\nwho j^o away, a charce to get back under\nan absence oi six days*. The ni'Te one\nthink*, of it the more absurd ihe si u-i-iim\nthill a [)i)(,ul ition of 3,tx>* should depend\non one bout and one mail a week. Tnat\none boat fortunate) \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD is comfortable, and\nhnr officers gentlemanly md obliging.\nThe traveller, especially the lady tm triers,\nwill miss our genial old friend Steward\nSmith. Rather ,1 comical scene is linked\nin my memory wtth mv tirst meeting with\nhitn It was early spring, \ear-. agu, and\nthe steamer from Victoria to Westminster\nwas crowded with miners on their way to\nthe upper country} and the stewards had\na busy time catering for the crowd. The\ntables had to be set three times. Meals\nwere then one dollar each. At the first\ntable along with others was a clergyman\n(nnw a bishop) who was justly celebrated\nm* bis enormous appetite, He sat on\nthrough the first table, sat 011 while\nthat was being cleared and re-set, on\nthrough the second table, and wound up\nwhen the third was finished and cleared.\nA wondering crowd meanwhile watched\nthe disappearance of the victuals in that\napparently bottomless cavitv; and when\nhe got op and tendered his dollar, nnd\nScott with a suave bow and wave of his\nhand said, '-Oh, no sir; the charge is $3,\nthe roar of Uughier from the bystanders\nwas something immense. The dismay of\nhis reverence was comical, ind although\nhe appealed indignantly to the captain,\nbe had to pay. This gentleman's record\nat a country ina was as follows: leg of ven\nison. half a ham, a brace of grouse, 2 box\nes of sardines, a large loaf of bread, % a\npound of butter, 2 quarts of milk, vegetables ad libitum, pudding etc. His pa-**.\ntotal visits were no doubt nccasinnally\ndreaded. Fortunately on his return to\nEngland, he got cured of this dtse-isc\nwhich would otherwise have impaired his\nusefulness, and brought poverty and suffering in its train.\nNew novels, plain andlaney sm-\nUodw at Ptra&upy's\nTHE CUPID QUESTION\nEorron 0? tup. WaiixLr Nkws\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD3ir: I\nam very much iut*r\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD;i*ni m y-mr tt-i-euria **.\n0 titled \"Hou-n-Uu'd Ldwr,\" aud \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD*I\nthem with uu am all amount of a-fttinf actio 1;\nbut an for Cupid 1 do uot cjUlU agree with\nbim. Hn uovhIaS about tae oppimite Hei\noouiijg to our dulivei\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDQOii from iMU-wh'-i-i\ndru 'gery by thoir many invention***, 11 if\nHis iex wt-ie uot Ucutttiwd at all. Take the\ntewing iiiachtoe for esauiple; wai tlii*\nluvuuud fur the pur-jo^ of making\nwomeu'a gartuenta only* Wat it not invented ai muoh for tha puipum* of eaviag\nthu Tit uu;'a weary Uug-ar** But porhapn\nCupid ii labonug under the nwtukvu notion\nthat meu'-ioliith-dt are Mot ittwed, bat that\nthey are futeued tugothtr with soma sticky\neub-ttauoe\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD mtioilarge ur mola-Mea for iu*\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDtHDoe. If it ao happened tiiatiume worthy\naeum\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD would coii.e lorward with aa invention iu tbo art of dreeiiug, I atu euro M**\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDt-yr\nCupid would uot be the Imtiu aduptiug it,\nif it wero ouly to adjmt hia collar aud\narrai-h-e hit) m-cktio into a fash ion ah I o how,\nover whioh he likely upend* a great deal of\ntime bt.-foru the mirror, aud if hi* good wife\nor Uudlaily did uog come tu hu atwiatauue\nafter an interval of half ao hour, 'lie would\n-liiuUle-JH staod thtca auother thirty\nmiuutui. I oau imagine I mo him seated m\na cnui.'ortable eaay cQair with the tube of a\nnovel n-uriiug uuulni-e close by hia ear\nlisteuiotf to the stirring details of some\ntragedy t*r ruumoce, Aud again, 1 laucy I\nsue him untkiug umo of hisg-\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD*ipwg m ichiue\niu ih-tttaug to liis noigiib rs across the\nutteec, itut giving his wite uihauce to ta*iu\nalvsutago ut ttie luatrumeut which was invented in hii opinion in the behalf of her\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDex. Mr Cupid, ai 1 said bu on*, dwells\nlargely on tie insny advaiitages we luve\ndrt-rivfd t>om nis next liut I venture to bay\nthat he is just such a une as w-.ulil sit iu\nhis eas> chair with totti t-.n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDttd at ihe bars\nof tliu sLove aud as. his Mif- to bring lino\nhm -.hoe* 'iid st eki* g\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDud if it weru nor\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDor shame like, ne wuclp ACTUALLY u*k\nher tu pu i them un f r him. heing to.i\nCiimfiiria'ilu to move. It reminds u,e of\ntlie E-quuiiuux ot Ortte'ilau-l. who after\nthey h*v\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD vaUu u til ihe> area most t*tupiil\nare acuu'stouted to ho they would still bu din\ncuu'euted, tor diHSiuntaonuu is typiu-il uf\nt mm i'erhaps Ca*.ud is a r-'prerwitstive of\ntneC'JMisci mav. If this be so, we will\nh ipn msb his sticticti\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDoi*ii be few aud tar\nUOtMtttU.\nt am sincerely yours,\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD*!*?M MA.\nHOOS^ -.SUti.a.J.e.iU\nThe heating of a dwelling, esuic-alty\ndurin-j the full, winter ami cpiiim mouth--,\nis a most iuiportaat 111 utter. Lu*rai,tg tint\nMr. Alex Grant, hasjitst pat t,Ui\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD m*. mw\nhuu*\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD one ot the i-nnous MoOUry make of\nfum-tcii. we repiired Friday arming\nthere see for ourt*elves what it luak d\nlike and how it worked. We were kindly\nshown the fnroaco aud full eaplsLatious\ngiv n in auswir to our emimriei*,\ni ne one seleoted Iiy i>ir, Grant, wa*\nMagutst Ko. IU, iiud adspted fur Wood. It\ni.i o Ic, l-'Ug. .ii ft. wide and aOout -1 ft,\nh(-h. Tu** tier ho**: is unit iron with steel\nradiator on dm return ri.m principle, aud is\ncased witb hea**> gslvauixed irou lined w.ili\ntin, pri'Vcuatig die u.uape nf he^t, aud\nsending lb all up through the uouduutorn, or\nIU inch hot air pipfs tutu the huuae. 0. 0\nof these pipes leads to the hall, aud aends\nit- pure warm air up into thu scoood storuy;\nanother leads lo the large p trior which is\nkepi a* warm a* \"towt,\" ami a tnird is\next* udud uuder the tl mr to tbe long dining\nloom, ending like thu othuis tu a register,\nProm the smoke pipe leading from the\nchimney to the furuaue in the oellar, the\nwaste heat is takeu to the bath ronu\nThe wood o-iud in the furuaou is abou% 4\nfeet long and uo moro is u.ied ttiau would\nbe i.ee sn try to heat a guoi muM Uot bujvb\nThe economy of this method will be at onoe\napparent. The various rooms are uot uis\nfigured aud valuable epace occupird by\nnnnierous stoves, while tuu workut looking\nafter many tires is avoided; The* cleault-\nnesH of tho turuaoe, wiiers all but the cellar\nis kept free froui the dust and ashes, is a\nthing that housekeepers will appreciate.\nTbe safety frum Uresis alsu a matter uo\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD iu\nbe lust eigiit uf; and surely tbe distribution\nof purr, warm freih air throughout a\ndwelling muit be much uiore coiiiiucive to\nhealth, giving greater exemption from colds\nth\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDu the ordinary method of heating by\nstoves, The furnace ts a preaent from tho\nMuClary M aunt sen ring Co. ot L-ind-u: up\nin tho now Proibyxiitii Chnruh\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDiii-nntc-\ntion* and ci-taga Iiy Mr. 0. H. T.irM1.\nA M,:('l\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDry futoauf has alao been orii t d\nf\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDr (Irani ft M-niiwe'ii ne* li m\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD', oaoauie,l\nby the Mm.eri 0 ufi.nl, an.i aiiocnnr i, on\nthe wny h\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDre for D \loU KuiiUt'i, nnw\nreniiloiice lately .old to Mr. D. Kil|/atriuk.\nFO*je**JIKB DISAPPEAKB\nL. W. Fouquier, whonc trial lit the as-\nsizes .11 Nanaimo was to take place last\nweek ^ouyht safety in jumping Ins bail.\nHis flight is a virtual confession of guilt,\nF03I OFFICE REGULATION\nThe money order department closes at\n7 p.m. Thursdays. Letters may be registered up to 7.30 p.m. on Thursdays. Ap.\np'y for boxes to arrive next month before\nthey are all taken.\nHEV. Er. McfcAE'S LECTURE\nThe second lecture of the Concert-\nLecture Course bein^ the *rd entertain.\nnici't will be delivered by Rev. L). McRae\nof Nanaimo, on Wednesday evening the\n1 lib Dec. 011 The Solution of tbe Labor\nQuestion. A short musical programme\nwill precede tbe lecture.\nCHURCH SERVICES\nMf.TIIODIST CHURCH.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDService by the\npastor. Morning subject\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD God our sun\nand shield. Evening\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD Sunday the\nscriptural Christian Sabbath\nTrinity Episcopal church.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD The\nusual service Sunday evening.\nNOTICE.\nAll members nf the Masonic fraternity\nare requested tu attend .1 meeting to be\nheld 111 Risk's Hal', C->r llunsmuicr ave\nand Second street oil Wednesdav lhe 4th\ninst. A full attendance is specially de.\nsired, as business of importance 10 the\ncraft will be transacted.\nChair taken at 8 p. m,\nHy order of Committee.\nBALE OF WORK\nThe Ladies Aid of the Presbyterian\nchurch will have a s-de of Work in Wil-\nliains' block, beginning nt 2 o'clock p.\ntn. Due. 51b ( Thuisuay ). Every lady\nshould come who wants to buy Xnt'JS\npresents, useful or ornamental. Refresh*\nmenu will be served at from 15c to -jets.\nUNION SHIPPINO\nThe Ciiy of I'uebla left on thc 261 h ult\nivtth loco tons of Coniox coal for San\nFrancisco.\nThe Minnrula left on tbe 27th with\n3,300 ions for lhe Southern I'.iciflr. at\nI'ort Los Angclos.\nThe Duntibe left on the 38th with 2.14\ntons ol coal fot the C. I'. N. at Victoria.\nThe San Mateo left Dec. 1st with 4.1,00\ntons of coal for the Southern Pacilic ai\nI'ort Lost Angelos.\nThe Tepic left Dec 2, with 4C0 tons\nwash nut coal for the Canadian Pacific\nrailway.\nDec. 2, tile Daisy eft with 154 tons of\ncoal for the Rice Mills, Victoria.\nThc Robert Kerr and thc Progressist\narc due.\nThe contract to erect the fence around\nthe new cemetery has been awarded 10\nJanies S. Curtis for the sum of $'4 50.\nThc band on Saturday evening paid a\nvisit 10 ihe homes of Ass't Superintend*\nent Thus RusscP, Dr. Lawrence ar.d R,\nGrant, playing a number of pieces at\neach place.\nThe concert for thc benefit of James\nWebster who had a leg broken in lhe\nmine some months ago, and who has not\nbeen able to woik since, and wbo has .1\nlarge family to support will be b< 11 tut\nthe i-d inst. The programme will app ,11\njn next issue\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD received loo lau* for ltii\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD,\nThe Remains Discovered\nThe Mystery of Mrs. Fitzger-\nald'i Disapp arance Solved\nat Last\nOur readers, especially tlibse iu Comox\nViUlcy, will remember the much talked rtf\ndisappearance if Mrs. John Fitzgerald\nthree yenrs ago last summ.-r.Mie was quite\naged and nearly blind and had gone i*ut\nbuckberrying. She was list sCen alive\nbetween 4 and -J o'clock on the day she\nwas lost, on the rotid between Marry\nCneve's and Joe Gneve's, by one of Mr.\nBeech's boys. Alarmed at her not return\nIng search parties were organized and the\nwoods scoured in all directions. The\nsearch was kt-yt up fur tw\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD or three da>s\nbut without result. All sons of surmises\nfound adherents, but not the slightest clue\ncould be obtained. Some time aficr a\nlarge haystack w.is removed to satisfy\nsnme wbo thought it might reveal the\nmystery. A liltle over a year ago an attempt was made to organize another\nsearch party, but it resulted in no great\neffort, a*, it was deemed u-elcss.\nThe inysteiy remained unsolved unlit\nlast Sunday morning wln-h jouoy Johnny\nBeech, son of Wm. Beech of Grantham,\nWas out hunting, accidentally stumbled\nupon her remains, near the mad above\ndescribed. A lire had bu>*nt over the\nplace ami nothina was left but a ghastly\npile of blackened bones, her shoes slill in\nform and recognizable, and her pail in\nwhich she was gathering her berries.\nThe government agent was immediately notified and yesterday morning be\nCame to Union to consult the coroner;\nand in bi** ahsf-ncc. Mr, il.!'. Colli.*., J,I'.,\nleft with Mr. Creech to view thc remains\nand do wint should Feem best. Whether\nno iiKjuest will be held upon Mr. Abrams'\nreturn, will be lor him to determine.\nCARD OF THA.NK3\nEditor News, Union, 11. C.\nSir:\nI ain extremely thankful\nthat mv sister Mas stirrounecl by so manv\nkind (Vienda who look such h warm interest ;n her, and looked so much afur\nher welfare. The good friends of Union\nha* e placed me under a deep debt of\ngratitude and 1 ran only say that 1 am\ndeeply sensible of the goodness and gen*\nerosity which von good people of Union\nhave dlUplajed to mv sister, Mffi. Rowe,\nin her time nf nnd.\n1 remain with kind regards\nYour*, verv trulv\nJoseph Ungslaff\nNew Cuslle-on-Tviie. England\nLANDSLIDE\nLast Thursday about 2 p. m. th\" Courtenay School was startled by the embank*\nment iu the rear of the school house and\nwithin a few feet of it giving w.i> to a\ndepth rt| several feol aad rolling do.vn to\nthe level below taking fences, outhouses and trees in its progre**. The\nschool was at once dismissed and as the\ntrustees deemed it unsafe it has nol probably since been opened. As Mr. A.\n(jfquliart.onc ofthe trustees, left for Victoria on Friday, it is likelv he will interview the Education Office and secure the\nmeans to render the trhool bouse safe,,\naud put things in condition so as tn again\nresume school. Tbe immediate cause of\ntlur landslide was, of course, tbe h?;.vy\ndown pour of rain; and it is conjectured\nthat the recent eartluj'ialce mav haV\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDproduced a rent tn the bill through which\nthe floods pouted with the result described.\nA DAWOB\nTl.\nIng, l-ecc ub 1 . \\\nVi\^\nS,\n\\^i\nTALMA&E IN WASHINGTON\nThe Eloquent Divine at His New\nChurch.\nIn ii a j.n i ml Sermon ot Bis Pastorate lu Code\nHam's Capital\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDKvery Chrlatlau Mao Has |\na Mom to Fight\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD'* All Heaven Looking !\nOo.\"\nA Washington, 1). C\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD despatch ot\nInst Sunday night saya: Those Who\nknow that no church in this or foreign |\ncountries has been able to hold the\naudiences that have assembled when\nit was announced that Dr. Talmage\nwould preach will not be surprised tbat\nvast multitudes attempted In vain to\nhear his tirst sermon as pastor In\nWashington. The subject ot. his opening sermon at the national capita] was,\n\"All heaven looking on.\" the text selected being the famous passage from\nHebrews xii., 1, \"Seeing we also are\ncompassed about with so great a cloud\nof witnesses.'1\nin this my opening sermon in the national capital 1 give you heartiest\nChristian salutation. 1 bethink myself\nof the privilege oi sanding in this historic ehurch so long presided over by\none of the most remarkable men of the\ncentury. There are plenty of good\nministers besides Dr. Sunderland, but\n1 do nut know of any man except himself with enough brain to have stood\nsuccessfully and triumphantly 4-i years\nin this conspicuous pulpit. Long distant be the year when that gospel\nchieftain shall put down the silver\ntrumpet with which lie has marshaled\nthe hosts of Israel or sheathe the\nsword with which he has struck such\nmighty blows for God and righteousness. I come to you with tne same gospel that he has preached and to join\nyou In all kinds of work for making\nthe world better, and I hope to see you\nall in your homes and have you all\ncome and see me, but don't all come\nat once, and without any preliminary discourses as to what I propose to do I begin here and now to\ncheer you with the thought that all\nheaven Ib sympathetically looking on.\n\"Seeing we also are compassed about\nwith so great a cloud of witnesses.\"\nCrossing the Alps by the Mount Cenls\npass, or through the Mount Cenls tunnel, you are in a few hours set down at\nVerona, Italy, and in a few minutes\nbegin examining one of the grandest\nruins of the world\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDthe amphitheater.\nThe whole building sweeps around you\nln a circle. You stand in the arena\nwhere the combat was once fought or\nthe race run, and on all sides the seats\nrise, tier above tier, until you count\n40 elevations, or galleries, as I shall see\nfit to call them, In which sat the senators, the kings and the 25,001) excited\nspectators. At the sides of the arena\nand under the galleries are the cages\nln which the lions and tigers are kept\nwithout food, until, frenzied with\nhunger and thirst, they are let out upon some poor victim, who, with his\nsword and alone, Is condemned to meet\nthem. I think that Paul himself once\nstood In such a place, and that It\nwas not only figuratively, but literally,\nthat he had \"fought with beasta at\nBphesus.\"\nThe gala day has come. From all the\nworld the people are pouring Into Verona, Men, women and children, orators and senators, great men and\nemail, thousands upon thousands come,\nuntil the first gallery Is full, and the\nsecond, the third, the fourth, the fifth\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDand all the way up to the twentieth,\nill the way up to the thirtieth, all the\nway up to the fortieth. Every place Is\ntilled. Immensity of audience sweeping\nthe great circle. Silence! The time for\nthe contest has come. A Roman official\nleads forth the victim into the arena.\nLet him get his sword with firm grip\ninto his right hand. The 25,000 sit\nBreathlessly watching. 1 hear the door\nit the side of the arena creak open.\nOut plunges the half starved lion, his\ntongue athirat for blood, and, with a\nroar that brings all tpe galleries to\ntheir feet he rushes against the sword\nof the combatant. Do you know how\nstrong a stroke a man will strike when\nhis life depends upon the first thrust of\nhis blade? The wild beast, lame and\nbleeding, Blinks back toward the side\nof the arena; then, rallying his wasting strength, he comes up with fiercer\neye and more terrible roar than ever,\nonly to be driven back with a fatal\nwound, while the combatant comes in\nwith stroke after stroke, until the monster Is dead at his feel, aud the 25,000\npeople clap tlielr hands and utter a\nshout that makes the city tremble.\nSometimes the audience came to see\na race, sometimes to sue gladlatora\nlight each other, until the people, compassionate for the fallen, turned their\nthumbs up as an appeal that the vanquished be spared, and sometimes the\ncombat was with wild beasts.\nTo an amphltheatrical audience Paul\nrefers wheu he says, \"We are cojn-\npasseU about with ao great a oloud of\nwitnesses.\"\nThe fact Is that every Christian man\nhas a lion to light. Yours ls a bad\ntempera The gaius of the arena have 1\nbeen Opened, and this tiger has come j\nout to destroy your soul, it has lacer- i\na ted you with many a wound. You\nhave been thrown by It time and\nagain, but In tlie Strength ot liod you\nhave arisen ,to drive It back, i verily\nbelieve yuu will conquer. I think that\nthe temptation ls getting weaker and\nweaker. \'ou bave given It so many\nwounds that the prospect Is that It will\ndie, and you shall be victor through\nChrist* Courage, brother! Do not let\nthe sands ot toe arena urink the blood\nof your soul.\nVour Hon is the passion for strong\ndrink. You may have contended\nagainst It 20 years, but It Js strong of\nbody and thirsty of tongue. Vou have\ntried to fight It back with broken bottle or empty wine flask. Nay, that is\nnot tho weapon, With one horrible\nroar he will seize thee by the throat\nand rend thee limb from limb. Take\nthis weapon, sharp and keen, reach\nup and get It from God's armory\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDthe\nsword of the spirit. With that thou\nmayest drive him back and conquer.\nBut why specify when every man\nand woman has a lion to fight? If\nthere be one here who has no besetting\nBin, Jet bim speak out, for him I have\noffended, if you have not fought the\nlion, it Is because you have let the\nlion eat you up. Thia very moment the\ncontest goes on. The Trajan celebra-\nwhere 10,000 gladiators fought\nnot so terrific a struggle as that which\nat this moment goes on In many a\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDoul. That combat was for the life of\nthe body; this ls for the life of the soul.\nThat was with wild beasts from the\nJungie; this is wHh the roaring lion of\nhell\nMen think when they contend against\nan evil habit that they have to fight\nIt all alone. No. They atand in the\ncenter of an immense circle of sympathy. \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD Paul had been reciting the\nnames of Abel, Enoch, Noah, Abraham, Sarah, Isaac, Joseph, Gideon and\nBarak and then says, \"Being compassed about with so great a cloud of\nwitnesses.\"\nBefore 1 get through, I will Bhow you\nI that you fight in an arena, around\ni whioh circle, in galleries above each\nother, all the kindling eyes and all the\nsympaithetlo hearts of the ages, and\nat every victory gained there comes\ndown the thundering applause of a\ngreat multitude that ho man can number. \"Being compassed about with so\ngreat a cloud of witnesses.\"\nOn the first elevation of the ancient\namphitheater, on the day of a celebration, sat Tiberius, or Augustus, or\nthe reigning king. So, In the great\narena of spectators that watch our\nStruggles, and in the first divine gallery, as l shall call It, sits our king,\nonu Jesus. On his head are many\ncrowns! The Roman emperor got his\nplaoe by cold blooded conquests, but\nour king hath come to his place by the\nbroken hearts healed, and the tears\nwiped away, and 'the souls redeemed.\nThe Roman emperor sat, with folded\narms, Indifferent as to whether the\nswordsman or the lion beat, but our\nking's sympathies are all wrth us. Nay,\nunheard of condescensions! I see him\ncome down from the gallery Into the\narena to help us In the fight, shouting,\nuntil all up and down his voice is\nheard: \"Fear not! I will help thee! I\nwill strengthen thee by the right hand\nof my power!\"\nThey gave to the men in the arena,\nin the olden time, food to thicken\ntheir blood, so that It would How slowly, and that for a longer time the people might gloat over the scene. But\nour King has no pleasure in our\nwounds, for we are bone of hipbone,\nflesh of his flesh, blood of his blood.\nIn all the anguish of our heart.\nThe Man of Sorrows bore a part.\ntion,\nand 11,000 wild beasts were slain, was\nOnce, in the ancient amphitheater, a\nlion with one paw caught the combatant's sword -and with his other paw\ncaught his shield. The man took his\nknife from his girdle and slew the\nbeast. The king, sitting In the gallery,\nsaid, \"That was not fair; the lion must\nbe slain by a sword.\" Other lions\nwere turned out, and the poor victim\nfell. You cry, \"Shame, same!\" *a>t such\nmeanness. But the king, in this case,\nIs our brother, and he will see that we\nhave fair play. He will forbid the\nrushing out of more lions than we can\nmeet. He will not suffer us to be\ntempted above that we are able. Thank\nGod! The King is in the gallery! His\neyes are on us. His heart is wlith us.\nHis hand will deliver us. \"Blessed\nnre all they who put their truslt in\nHim!\"\nI look again, and I see the angelic\ngallery. There they are\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDthe angel\nthat swung the sword at the gate of\nEden, the same that Ezekiel saw upholding the throne of God and from\nwhleh I look away, for the .splendor Is\ninsufferable. Here are the guardian\nangels. That one watched a patriarch;\nthis one proteoted a child; that one\nhas been pulling a soul out of temptation. All these are messengers of\nlight. Those drove the Spanish armada on the rocks. This 'turned Sennacherib's living hosts Into a heap of\n185,000 corpses. Those yonder chanted\nthe Christmas carol over Bethlehem\nuntil the chant woke the shepherds.\nTnese at creation stood in the balcony\nof heaven and serenaded the newborn\nworld wrapped ln swaddling clothes of\nlight And there, holier and mightier\nthan all, ls Michael, the archangel. To\ncommand an earthly host gives dignity, but this one Is leader of the 20,000\nchariots of God and of the ten thousand times ten thousand angels.\nI think God gives command to the\narchangel, and the archangel lo the\nseraphim, and the seraphim to the\ncherubim until all the lower orders of\nheaven hear the command and go forth\non the high behest.\nNow, bring on your lions. Who can\nfear/ All the spectators In the angelic gallery are our friends. \"He\nshall give his angels charge over thee\nto keep thee In all thy ways. They\nshall bear thee up In their hands, lest\nthou dash thy foot against a stone.\nIhou shalt tread upon the Hon and\nadder; tho young Hon and the dragon\nshalt thou trample under foot.\"\nThough the arena be crowded with\ntemptations, we shall, with the angelic help, strike them down In the name\nof God and leap cr their fallen carcasses. Oh, bending throng of bright,\nangelic faces and swift wings and\nlightning foot, I hall you to-day from\nthe dust and struggle of the arena!\nI look again, and I see the gallery\nof the prophets and apostles. Who\nare those mighty ones up yonder?\nHosea and Jeremiah nnd Daniel and\nIsaiah and Paul and Peter and John\nand James. There sits Noah, waiting\nfor all tho world to come Into the ark,\nand Muses, waiting till the last Hed\nI sea shall divide, and Jeremiah, wait-\ni Ing for the Jews to return, nnd John\nuf tho Apocalypse, waiting for the\nswearing of the angel that time shall\nbe no longer. Glorious spirits! Ye\nwere howled at; ye were stoned; ye\nwere spit upon. They have been In\nthe fight themselves, and they are nil\nwith us. Daniel knows all about lions.\nPaul'fought With beasts nt Ephesus.\nin the ancient amphitheater, the\npeople got fo excited that they would\nshout from the galleries to the men la\nthe arena: \"At It again!\" \"Forward!\"\n\"One more stroke!\" \"Look out!\" \"Fall\nback!\" \"Huzza, huzza!\" So In that\ngallery, prophetic and apostolic, they\ncannot keep their peace. Daniel cries\nout, \"Thy God will deliver thee trom\nthe mouth of the lions!\" David exclaims, \"He will not Suffer thy foot to\nbe moved!\" Isaiah calls out, \"Fear\nno,t! I am with thee! Be not dismayed!\" Paul exclaims, \"Vlotory through\nour Lord Jesus Christ!\" That throng\nof prophets and apostles cannot keep\nstill. They make the welkin ring with\nshouting and hallelujahs.'\nI look again, and I see the gallery\nof the martyrs. Who Is that? Hugh\nLatimer, sure enoughl He would not\napologize for the truth preached, and\nso he died, the night before swinging\nfrom the bedpost in perfect glee at\nthe thought of emancipation. Who\nare that army of 6,666? They are the\nTheban legion who died for the faith.\nHere ls a larger host tn magnificent\narray\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD884,000\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDwho perished for Christ\nln the persecutions of Diocletian.\nYonder ls a family group, Felicltas of\nRome and her children. While they\nwere dying for the faith she stood encouraging them. One son was whipped to death by thorns; another was\nflung from a reck; another was beheaded. At last the mother became a\nmartyr. There they are, together\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDa\nfamily group In heaven! Yonder ts\nJohn Bradford, who said, ln the fire,\n\"We shall have a merry supper with\nthe Lord to-night!\" Yonder is Henry\nVoes, who exclaimed, as he died, \"If\nI had ten heads, they should all fall\noft for Christ!\" The great throng of\nthe martyrsl They had hot lead poured down their throats; horses were\nfastened to their hands, and other\nhorses to their leet, and thus they\nweie pulled apart; they .had their\ntongues pulled out by redhot pinchers;\nthey were sewed up In the skins of\nanimals, and then thrown to the dogs;\nthey were daubed with combustibles\nand Bet on fire! If all the martyrs'\nstakes that have been kindled could\nbe set at proper distances, they would\nmake the midnight, all the world over,\nbright as noonday! And now they\nsit yonder ln the martyrs' gallery. For\nthem the fires of persecution hnve\ngone out. The swords are sheathed\nand the mob hushed. Nfcw they\nwatch us with nn all obs<*vlng sympathy. They know all the pain, all\nthe hardship, all the anguish, all the\nInjustice, all the privation. They\ncannot keep still. They cry: \"Courage! The fire win not consume. The\nfloods cannot drown. The lions cannot devour! Courage, down there in\nthe arena.\"\nWhat, are they all looking? This\nnight we answer back the salutation\nthey give, and cry, \"Hall, sons and\ndaughters of the fire!\"\nI look again, and 1 see another gallery, that of eminent Christians. What\nstrikes me strangely is the mixing in\ncompanionship of those who on earth\ncould not agree, lhere I see Martin\nLuther, and beside him a Roman\nCatholic who looked beyond the superstitions of his church and is saved I\nThero is Albert Barnes, and around\nhim the presbvtery who tried him for\nheterodoxy! Yonder Is Lyman Beecher and the church court that denounced him! Stranger than all, there are\nJohn Calvin and James Armlnlus!\nWho would have thought they would\nsit so lovingly together? There are\nGeorge Whltefield and the bishops\nwho would not let him come into their\npulpits because they thought him a\nfanatic. There are the sweet singers\nToplady, Montgomery, Charles Wesley, Isaac Watts and Mrs. Slgourney.\nIf heaven had had no music before\nthey went up, they would have started the singing. And there the band\nof missionaries\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDDavid Abeel, talking\nof China redeemed, and John Scudder,\nof Indian saved, and David Bralnerd\nof the aborigines evangelized, and\nMrs. Adoniram Judson, whose prayers\nfor Burma took heaven by violence.\nAll these Christians are looking into\nthe arena. Our struggle is nothing to\ntheirs. Do we, in Christ's cause, suffer from the cold ? They walked\nGreenland's icy mountains. Do we\nsuffer from the heat? They sweltered\nin the tropics. Do we get latigued?\nThey fainted, with none to care for\nthem but cannibals. Are we persecuted? They were anathematized.\nAnd as they look from their gallery\nand see us falter ln the presence of\nthe lions I seem to hear Isaac Watts\naddressing us in his old hymn, only a\nlittle changed:\nThey see the triumph from afar,\nAnd seize it with their eye.\nWhen that illustrious day shall rise,\nAnd all thine armies shine\nIn robes of victory through the skies\nThe glory shall be thine.\nMy hearers, shall we die in the arena\nor rise to join our friends in the gallery? Through Christ we may come off\nmore than conquerors. A soldier dying\nin the hospital rose up in bed the last\nmoment and cried: \"Here! Here!\" His\nattendants put him back on his pillow\nand asked him why he shouted \"Here!\"\n\"Oh, I heard the roll-call of heaven,\nand 1 was only answering to my\nname.\" I wonder whether, after tfcls\nbattle of life is over, our names will\nbe called in tbe muster roll of the pardoned and glorified, and with the joy\nof heaven breaking upon our souls we\nshall cry: \"Here! Here!\"\nIM1KKHOM. ON WOMKVt-, KlGHTB,\n $\nTuc Great Aguoitlc Would Open Ml Wtiikn\ntu the fair N-'\.\nFUNERALS BY PHONOGRAPH.\nUndertaker's Machine Has Never\nSpoken a Profane Word.\nMust you be carried to the skies\nOn flowery beds of ease,\nWhile others fought to win the prize,\nOr sailed through bloody seas?\nToplady shouts in his old hymn:\nYour harps, ye trembling saints,\nDown from the willows take,\nLoud to their praise of love divine,\nBid every string awake.\nWhile Charles Wesley, the Methodist,\nbreaks forth in his favorite words, a\nlittle varied:\nA charge to keep you have,\nA God to glorify;\nA never dying soul to save,\nAnd fit it for the sky!\nI look again, and I see the gallery of\nour departed. Many of those ln the\nother galleries we have heard of, but\nthese we know. Oh, how familiar their\nfaces! They sat at our tables, and we\nwalked to the house of God In company. Have they forgotten us? Those\nfathers and mothers started us on the\nroad of life? Are they careless as to\nwhat becomes of us? And those children\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDdo they look on with stolid indifference as to whether we win or lose\nthis battle for eternity? Nay. I see\nthat child running his hand over your\nbrow and saying, \"Father, do not fret;\nmother, do not worry.\" They remember\ntlie day thoy left us. They remember\nthe agony of the last farewell. Though\nyears ln heaven, they know our faces.\nThey remember our sorrows. They\nSpeak our names. They watch this\nlight for heaven. Nay, 1 see them rise\nUp and leap over aud wave before us\ntheir recognition and encouragement.\nThat gallery Is not full. They are |\nkeeping plaoea for us. After we have\nSlain tlie linn tliey expect the king to !\ncull us, saying, \"Come up higher.\" Be-\ntween tin; imt struggles in thy arena ;\nl wipe tlie sweat from my brow anil |\nKtaml on tip-toe, reaching up my right\nim ml to olasp their lingers in rapturous\nhandshaking, while their voices come\nringing down from the gallery, crying,\n\"lie thou faithful uiuo death, and you\nshall have a crown.\"\nHut here 1 pause, overwhelmed with\nthe majesty uml joy of the scene. Gallery of tlie king! Gallciy of angels! Gallery of prophets and apostles! Gallery\nof friends and kindred! Oh, majestic\ncircles of light ahd love! Throngs!\nThrongs! Throngsl How shall we\n.stand the gaze of the universe? Myriads of eyes beaming on us! Myriads\nofhearts beating in sympathy for us!\nHow shall we ever dare to sin again?\nHow sliall we ever become discouraged\nagain? How shall we ever feel lonely\nagain? With God for us, and angels for.\nus, the prophets and apostles for us,\nand the great souls of the ages for us,\nand our glorified kindred for us, shall\nwe give up the-light and die? No, Son\nof God, who didst die to save us! No,\nye angels, whose wings are Bpread\nforth to shelter us! No, ye prophets\nand apostles, whose warnings startle\nus! No, ye loved ones, whose arms are '\noutstretched to receive us! No, we will\nnever surrender!\nSure I must fight If I would reign-\nBe faithful to my Lord,\nAnd bear the cross, endure the pain.\nSupported by Thy word.\nThe saints In all the glorious war\nShall conquer, though they die,\n\"Personally I have no objection to\nwomen lawyers,\" snlil Colonel Robert\nIngersoll In a recent lecture. \" 1 would\nnot like to try ciihob iigninst them II\nthey wero handsome, and especially\nbeforo nn old Judge, old men being\nenslly fluttered, nor belore n young\nJury. It is very hard to compete with\na woman when the Is plaintiff or do-\nfendnnt, nnd it would bo equnlly hard\nto detent her us n lawyer, But I hardly think tho native woman iu very\nwell adapted to the practlco of law.\nIt does not call Into piny tho tetter\nand higher faculties. There Is n good\ndeal of cunning and pretense, and a\ngood deal thnt ls iilong the lower\nlines of conduct; not much opportunity for generosity or nobility.\n\" Of course, tliere are exceptions,\nbut thc trouble is they nre exceptions.\n\" I think woman hue plenty of ability to understand nnd practise law,\nbut 1 really think the profession would\nrun a little across her grain. I think\nshe is better qualified for medicine,\nand, after all, there Is not a nobler\nprofession thnn the medical. A doctor is ln partnership with nature. He\nlessens pnln and advances tho happiness of human lite, and to do these\nthing.-] ls In exact accordance with the\nnature ol woman. I have always\nthought woman wns the equal ol man\nIntellectually, providing she had the\nsame opportunities. In school the girls\nwere always ahead of the boys. They\nwere always smart and certainly they\nwould remain so except lor the fact\nthat they get married, stop studying, nnd become overwhelmed with\nthe drudgery nnd toil of domestic Ule\nand finally resign themselves to their\nfate aud let Intellectual questions be\nsettled by their husbands und sons.\nA great many men In this country\nImagine women nro interior, hut we\nhave as yet produced no writer ot I\nfiction in the United States tho equal\nof George Eliot or George Sand or\npoet equal to Mrs. Browning, nnd It\nwould troublo us Bomewhat to name\nmany politicians the equal of Harriet\nMartlneau. So I Insist men and\nwomen, given equal opportunities, are\nsubstantially equal In tho Intellectual\nworld. And I want every avenue open\nto womnn thnt leads to wealth, buc*\ncess and liberty. And I hope that some\ntime I may have the pleasure ot becoming acquainted with a modern\nPortia.\"\nCONCENTRATED EXTRACT.\nA preferred creditor\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDone who never\npresents his bill.\nTho only way to find a Iriend ls\nto be one.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDEmerson.\nOpinion Is a, medium between knowledge and ignorance.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDPlato.\nThe sure way to miss success ls to\nmiss the opportunity.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDChasten.\nMinds which never rest are subject\nto many digressions.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDJ oubert.\nThe pursuit even ot the best things\nought to be cajm and tranquil.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nCicero.\nIf tho poor man cannot always get\nmeat, the rich man cannot always\ndigest It.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDGiles.\nIt ls said that out of 70,000 British\nsoldiers tn India 24,000 are professed\ntotal abstainers. It sounds like a\nprohibition story.\nWhon the bicycle is put up for the\nwinter, It should not be, allowed to\nstand ou the floor. It should be\nhung up with tho tires partially Inflated ; this will tend to preserve the\ntires.\nThe night blooming Jessamine shows\nno Bpecial charm through the day,\nbut at tho approach ol evening Its\nIlttlo candle-shaped flowers present a\npicture ol singular licauty, while\nthoy fill the wholo air with their\nfragrance.\nItlBoasy In tho world to live alter\ntlm world's opinion; It is easy ln\nsolitude to live alter our own; but\nthe great man is lio who In thu\nmidst of the crowd keeps with perleet\nsweetness 'ho Independence of solitude,\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDEmerson.\nIlo that walks through lifu with an\noven temper and a gentle patience,\npatient with himself, patient with\nothers, patient with difficulties .and\ncrossos, has an overy-day greatness\nbeyond that whleh Is won In battle\nor chanted in cathedrals.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDDr. Dewey.\nA DANOEIROU8 PRACTICE.\nA\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDLs dyeing tlie hair dangerous\nas tlie doctors would make It appear '.'\nB\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDCertainly, yuu ' may take my\nword tor It. Only last spring an\nundo of mine dyed his hair, and in\ntliroo weeks lie was married to a\nwidow with four children,\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDFliegende\nBlnetter.\nTHE RULING PASSION.\nThe sufferer slowly raised, his eye*\nliito. \" Where am 11\" ho asked.\n\" You were run' Into by' another\nbicyclist,\" answered, the attendant.\nLater, as ho was about to breathe\nhis last, he asked ln a touching manner, \" What was tho name of his\nmachine ?\"\nAn extraordinary woman has Just\npassed away ln the person of Mme.\nRowstoka, of Lille, France, who was\n112 years old. Bhe served as a con-\ntoniere ot a Polish regiment during\nthe Russian campaign, was 12 times\nunder nre. received, three wounds,\nand wae decorated with the silver\ncross. Bhe had survived her 15 clilld-\nTliiuka tha Time UIU Como Whe\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD|WeU-\n(llnga, |Too, Will be Performed by the\nAid of the Little Cylinder\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDMourners\nAll Deeply Moved.\nA tuneral service by phonograph,\nsays the New York Herald, is, in the\nopinion of \" Ate\" Stilwcll, nn undertaker, much more ettectlve than that\nby word of mouth. Ho found that out\nwhen the \" Fat Baby\" died nt Coney\nIsland liiHt summer, nnd ho has had\nseveral other phonograph funerals be*\nsidcB. Ho lives at GrnveBOnd, not far\nfrom Coney Island, and although he Is\ngetting along in years uo'w hu is as\nprogressive a man ns can be tound.\nHo takes up new Ideas liko a magnet*\nlzod hammer docs tacks,\nThero was n phonograph In \" Abo\"\nStllwcll's house beforo the Instrument\nhad found Its way to tho Coney Island\nsaloons and steamboat plerB. Mrs. Stilwcll takes a serious view of life, nnd\nsho would not permit tho phonograph\nwhich her husband brought home to\nhavo nny Irreverent cylinders. Hence\nIt Is thnt tho phonograph which rests\non the Stilwell parlor table next to\nthe album, and the county histOTy\nwith the undertaker's picture In It,\nhns never said anything ribald. Tho\nnotes of such tunes hs \" Oh, Uncto\nJohn,\" \" Her Gojden Hair\" and tho\n\" Sidewalks of New Yolrk\" have never\nteen ground trom thc pious throat ot\nIts flaring trumpet.\nOF A RELIGIOUS TURN*.\n\"That phonograph,\" said \"Abe\" tfl>\nmo, the other any, \" has never said a\ncuss wurd or Bung a gay song. Why\nshouldn't it beall right to go through\nfunerals and Buch ? Some day if this\nworld keeps on progressing, they will\nte using them for weddings, and, after\nall, I don't see why there should be-\nso much difference.\"\nThe progress.ve undertaker doesn't\nthink that there ls anything remarkable In a funeral service by phonograph. Ho is the Inventor of the new\nmethod, and, liko a man who ls la\nadvance of his time, he doesn't pause\nto consider that the world ls a Uttle\nslow sotnettmes. Ho looked at me\npityingly when I asked him about\nhow ho had the tuneral service ovor\ntho Fat Baby by phonograph.\n*' Young man,\" ho asked, \" do you\nlivo about here?\"\n\" Yes, sir,\" I answered meekly. \" At\nlcaBt, I've lived lu Ncw York for the\npaat few yearB,\"\n\" You have V\" he said, \" and yet you\nsay you never heard ol a phonograph\nfuucral?\"\nAnd he shook his head sadly and\nlooked at his handsome wifo in a way\nwhich seemed to say, \" Talk about\nignorance, well I\"\nHis wife Is tall nud handsome.\nThere Is no Idea of her husband ln\nwhich she dues nojt share. Mr. Stilwell then told tho story of how the\nFat Baby was decently burled by his\naid and: that of Mr. Edison.\nTHE FAT BABY DIED.\n\"It was ln the summer time.\" he\nbegun, \"and all the preachers were\nuwuy. They think that eo much\ndevil comes to Coney ln the hot\nmonths that there is precious little use for them. The Fat Baby was\nonly a tew months old, and weighed\nIIU pounds. She caught tho pneumonia and died. The mother woe a\nmite ot a little English woman, and\nsho had been reared up among good\npeople in the Old Country, I had\ncharge ot the tuneral. I couldn't find\na preacher to save me. When I told\nthe little woman about It she felt\nmighty bad. I had beon a little forgetful that day. All of a eudden I\nremembered that I had a preacher\ntalk a funeral service lato the phonograph Just before he went on his\nvacation.- No, I won't tell you his\nname. I promise*! hlin that I never\nwould. I explained tt all to tho baby's mother, and, sho Bald that ehe\nwould liko the plan first rate.\nTHIS IS THE SERVICE.\n\"It was very simple. Tho services\nwero held here la tho double parlor.\nTho coffin was placed at the back\nand Just behind It waB tho. phonograph, with the big trumpet projecting over. Thero was an extra\nloud needle, too. The mourners wero\nall around the room. Somo ol them\nthought that it wus strango ut first\nbut they got used to It.\n\"Mrs. Stilwell was tho operator,\nand kept changing the cylinders for\noach part ol the service. Tho words\nwero very plain, and sounded JiiBt\nliko tlio imman voice. There wasn't\nnny 'hemming' and 'hawing' and 'nh-\nln,' cither. It went right along.\"\nThen, lit tho reipiest ol her lius-\nlianil, Mrs. .Stilwell went through the\nphonograph service. First,- the phonograph played in a strong, pure-\ntoned voice. A sharp, ringing voice\nthen announced that tha Amphlon\n(juartotto would sing 'Nearer, My\nGod, to Thee.' Tho music was tliie-\nly sung, nud tho slight metallic ring\nWhleh it had gavo the effect of voices\nsounding from somo dim cathedral\nchoir loft, Then came reading of tho\nScriptures, 'Dust to dust, ashes to\nashes' and theu another hymn by\ntho choir. There was a brief BOr-\nuion, tho body was committed to tlio\ngrave and then came tho words of\nbenediction.\nThe \"good\" phonograph, whleh has\nuever said anything wicked, still rc-\nmains ln tho Stilwell parlor, waiting\nfor tho next funeral.\nHEARD IN THE LIBRARY.\n\"Hullo, Fatty,\" said the Copy-book\nto the Dictionary.\n\"Hullo, Thinny !\" retorted the Dictionary.\n\"You're n wordy person. Fatty,\"\nsaid tho Copy-book.\n\"You're an empty thing, Thinny,\"\nsaid tho Dictionary.\n\"Bound to have the last word, eh,\nFatty I\" sneered tho Copy-book.\n\"Need It In my business, Thinny,\"\nsaid the Dictionary, and the Umbrella In the library corner laughed\nso hard that it bent one of Its ribs.\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDHarper's Round Table.\nIaa* -\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD i HI MfYa*\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD&\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDt*W\n-*} \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD****. ' BV W ee, ~ \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD^ W **-** ~\n\"It Isn't hair so bad aa I fcnred,\ndear,\" she -snid, cheerfully. \"We have\nonly to obey .the doctor Implicitly,\nand then when the bright sunny days\ncome\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDhey, Bobby !\"\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD nhe exclaimed,\nstopping before the table, \"where Is\nmamma's pudding gone ?\"\n\"All dorn,\" replied Hobby, folding\nhis hand.-) In content upon bis stomach.\nThat made Madge and the mother\nlaugh, eo that no ono could lyive\ndreamed how sentence of death, had\nbeen parsed on the oue, only Madge\nfelt that down at tho bottom ot ber\nheart there was a great weight.\nThen Madge washed the little one's\nface, and brought things from a\ndrawer for the mother to choose\n\"Which ho bhould wear, and nrratyed\nhim under her direction. After that\nMadge tidied up tho room and made\ntho pla,ce as neut as a new pin. When\nthoro was nothing else to be done, Hhe\nsat down by the bed, and talked\nabout tho child for a long while ; then\n(reminded of her duty by the load at\nlier heart, she asked if ahe could write\nany letters or send auy message to\nMends wlio might bo glad to know\nhow sho wa-s going on.\n'I h&ye no lrlends in England, none,\"\nreplied the invalid ; and then, alter a\nmoment or two, sho said, \"biub I shall\nbe.glad Ifyou, will write a line or two\nto one who Ir In America. I have tried\nto do so, but my hand is Just as if \"\nShe began tu cry at ner own weakness.\n\"Ves, dear, yes,\" replied Madge,\nsoothingly, aa nho bent over tho bed;\n\"but it will be strong again aoou.\"\nShe got paper, pen und ink, und sitting down, said:\n''Tell me wlwiit I shall say.\"\n\"Tell him what the doctor nays \" \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nMadge trembled. Seeing her hesitate, the little lady said:\n\"Ah ! I did not thiuk of that. You\ndo not know how to address hini.\"\n\"That is Juat tlie dilliculty,\" said\nMadge.\n\"Write 'my darling husband,' and\nthen tell him tha,t I have been ill, but\nBhall noon bo well\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDthat is what the\ndoctor baid.\"\nThere is a point where untruth Is\nnot JUKI!Habits eveu In the yielding\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDconscience of a loving und tender\nwonuui. Madge could nut say \"yes.\"\nSlio evaded the question by writing\nrapidly, and then, looking up clicor-\nlully, said;\n\"There, I have written\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDwhat\nnext V\"\n\"Tell him I have put by enough\nmoney for our passage, ami that as\nnoon ua the doctor will let me leavo\nmy room wo will como to him.\"\nMadge tells mo thut thc beating of\nher heart seemed to say, \"Never more\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDnever morel\"\nPoor girl! I know not how, with\nthat sympathetic heart, she wrote\nthe letter at all. But It was written,\nnad given to tho littio wile, who\npressed the paper to he-r lips, and then\nwith help wrote her name beneath\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\n'\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDMfltfy.\"\nThe letter WOfl addressed to Mr,\n-lohn Heath, Tost Office/ Brooklyn.\nBefore posting it, Madge wrote a line\non a sheet of paper) and enclosed It\nwith the letter. lier words woro\nthese:\n\"\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDou must not wa.it for your wife\nto come tu you.\"\nMadge let hur friend want for nothing; the doctor's coinuiauds were\nobeyed to the letter, and, as if Providence were answering their prayers,\nthe fog disappeared, and the sun\nshone warm and bright.\n\"Oh, 1 shall soon Ue able to go!\"\ncried the llttlu wife joyfully.\n\"Yes, darling, yes,\" said Madge ; and\nher heart added, \"but uot to your\nhusband.\"\nShe sank, and sank, and yet, In her\neyes there came ever anil anon that\nsweet look of trust and hope.\nOne evening Madge Hat by tho bedside, while Bobby on tho floor examined a book of pictures she had\nbought for him. Mary had been lying with her eyes closed for somo\ntime. There ware muffled voices and\nfootsteps outside; but sho did not\nwake. Then the door oponed, and a\nman with a wan face walked straight\nto the bed and bent over the sleeper,.\nShe opened her eves almont instantly, and with a cry or Joy,\nthrew her thin arms about bis neck.\n\"My darling!\" sho cried, \"I know\nwe should meet ngnln\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDI knew it. I\nhave waited for that.\"\nBowiiHtalrs I had been settling witli\nttie landlord of the house for thn rent\nnf the poor woman's room Just before tills meeting. \* I Mt the house\na hansom stopped by tho kerb, and\nn young man, springing out, nd-\ntlroHKed me hurriedly:\n\"Which is thirty-five?\" he asked.\n\"This Is it,\" T replied, pointing to\nthe house T had Just left. \"Are you\nMrs. Heath's husband ?\"\n\"I am,\" he answered, quickly.\n\"You* will find her on the top\nfloor,\" snid T.\n\"Without waiting to thank me, ho\nran into the house.\nNow, where had I seen that tall,\nspare, eager-faced man before? T\naskod myself thnt question as I\nwalked slowly nn. Suddenly T\nstopped as It flashed upon my memory that T had seen him In Mntley'fl\nprivate office. I felt sure that it\nmnst he he\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDMr. Burns, the clerk who\nhnd robbed the bnnk.\nCHAPTER XVI.\nIt was in front of the chapel In\nLambeth Road that I stopped, as\nthis conviction took possession of\nmy mind, and Just-at that moment\nI caught sight of Philip coming down\nfrom the Kensington' Road, with his\nbag of tools ln his hantf. \\n\"Is our little friend still living?\" he\nasked; and they were his first words.\n\"Yes,\" eald I; \"her husband has\ncome.\"\n\"That Is well,\" said he.\nI went home with Philip to his lodg\nings, perplexed with doubt as to\nwhether I ought to toll him of my\ndiscovery or not. I decided that It\nwould bo best to hold my tongue.\nAs It was not yet tlmo to go to\ntho theatre, I eat with Philip while\nho took his tea, which a servant\nbrought In on hearing his voico.\nPresently there was a knock nt\nthe door, and Madge camo in, bringing little Bobby wtth lier, and we\nknew by that and her grief thnt It\nwas all over.\n\"She is gone,\" said Mndge, smothering her sobs. Philip took her hand\nand comforted her, whilo I took\nBobby on my lap and gave him my\ntuning-fork to play witli\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDfor the\npoor child, comprehending nothing but\nseeing everybody in grief, was on the\nverge of bursting into tears also.\nSoon afterwards Mr. Burns came in.\nI never saw a man so overcome with\nsorrow. Hla eyos wero blinded with\ntears; lie could uot speak for some\ntime Neither he nor Philip recognized each other at first, but they\ndid after a while.\nOf ua four Madgo was the only\none who had any self-possession in.\nthene moments. She took little Bobby\non hor lap, and sitting down beside\nMr, Burns, began to talk to the\nchild, wlio for once took little notice\nof her, but kept Ms eyes fixed in\nwonder upon his father.\n\"He has mamma's eyes,\" said\nMadge, tenderly. And then: \"Will\nyou go to papa, Bobby ?\" she\nasked.\nThe little one stretched out his\ntiny arms, and tho father took hlin,\nami as he felt the tiny soft hands\nclinging to his neck the tears rolled\ndown his cheeks afresh. But they\nrelieved him, and he grew calmer.\nThen Madge said:\n\"We cannot offer youi a room, but\nBobby sliall stay with us till you can\ntake him with you. I will send over\nfor his cot.\"\n\"God bless you for all you have done\nfor me and mine,\" said Mr. Burns.\nThen he rose to go, and It being now\ntime for me to cross tlie water, I\nrose also, and we went away together. Madge g;ivc him her hand,\nand he pressed it warmly; but lie\ndid not oder bis hand to Philip, nor\ndid Philip offer his. Then I perceived\nthat Philip knew ho was a thief,\nand Mr. Burns felt his position. It\nWas strange to reflect that those\nwho had most befriended his wife\nwere the most injured by bis wrongdoing.\nHo walked beside me in silence for\nsomo minutes, then ho said:\n\"I think we have uiet before; your\nname Is Holderness, I believe?\"\n\"Yes,\" 1 replied; \"wo met in Mr.\nMotley's <>rflce.\" Tliere was a pause,\nand he spoko again :\n\"The lodger ou the first floor told\nme that my poor wife would have\nbeeu turned into tho street but for\nMrs. Harlowe's kindness.\"\n\"Yes, that is quito true,\" I answered. \"She must have been turned\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDjut and her little bit of furnHun*\nso.d unless she had broken Into thc\nsum slio had saved to join you in\nAmerica. And I think she would have\nsuffcrod anything rather than abandon that one hope.\"\nHe bowed liis head, and could say\nnothing.\n\"Yes,\" I resumed. \"Mrs. Harlowe Is\nthe best woman In the world; tliere\nare no bounds to her loving sympathy. And Mr. Harlowo has a generous dlspositlou too. He Is a brave-\nhearted man\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDa true gentleman.\"\nHe did not reply to this, nnd my\nthoughts taking another turn, I\npresently said:\n\"Wero you not aware that your\nwife was In ill-health before you received Mrs. Harlowe's message?\"\n\"No, no. Would to Heaven 1 had\nbeen! She would not add to my anxiety. Always she wrote hopefully. She\ntold me she iuul saved money, aud\nwould come to me, aud when I received no letter for ten days I believed sho had started. My hopeful,\nloving Mary !\"\nStriving to forget tho loss, he\nohnnged the subject,\n\"How is it.\" he asked, \"that Mr.\nand Mrs. Harlowo are living lu Lambeth ?\"\n\"You have not heard what happened after your departure?\"\n\"No; I havo heard nothing. I do\nnot know what followed my departure. Mr. Motley promised he would\nkeep my offence secret for 2A hours;\nthat enabled me to escape, and he-\nfore news could reach me I had left\nBremeil for New York.\"\n\"Mr. Motley knew of your offence\nLU hours before lie made it known!\"\nI exclaimed.\nbegin to understand.\" Then he repeated my words slowly nnd mechanically: \"There was nothing In the\nsaie after Mr. Motley had allowed me\nto abscond with all that was In it.\nAnd bo pa-yment was suspended. That\nIs so?\"\n\"Yes,\" ea4d I; \"that is Mr. Motlety's\nexplanation.\" And suddenly divining\nthe truth, I added: \"Was that a\nfalsehood? Bid you not take the\nmoney ?\" ,\n\"I did take money,\" he answered;\n\"but never mind about that. Leave\nme out of the question. Tell me what\nfollowed.\"\nI told him all: how Philip and his\nwife had given up all they had to satis y conscientious scruples, and how\nMr. Motley had overcome tho difficulty.\n\"And Motley is going on the same\naa before?\" he nsked.\n\"He Is better off than ever he was,\nfor tho business is all fn his hands.\nAnd all Harlowe's' money besides.\"\n\"He hOfl not refunded that?\"\n\"Not one farthlofif.\"\nAnd now, na it was getting late, I\nhailed a red 'bus.\n\"One word,\" he sn.id- \"Where can 1\nfind you to-morrow?\"\nI gave him my address and we\nparted. I went through my duties as\nusual, but it may.be Imagined that my\nmind waa more occupied with what\nlind passed between Mr. Burns nnd\nmyself than with tho music I conducted.\nI did not stir oub or' my lodgings\nthe next morning\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDnot even to run\nround to my friends In the Lambeth\nRoad\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDlor fear Mr. Burns might! call\nand go nway in my absence. I felt\nsure that ho had not demanded my\naddress without grave reason, therefore, I wub surprised, as tlio time wore\non, that ho did not make his appearance. I was minded to ga round to\nMadge, nnd see if ho were there,\nthinking perhaps that he had lost my\naddr&ss, but then I reflected that if\nhe wished to see me he could bave\nfound out where T lived at once by\nasking the Hnr lo wes. 1 fidgeted\nabout, not knowing what to think or\nto do, until 5 o'clock, when my bell\nwaa rung ; I ran down to the door,\nand there I found Mr. Burns. His eyes\nwere sunken, and the orbits were\ndark ; he looked terribly 111 and old.\n\"You ha.ve seen your child to-day ?\"\nI said, when we wore, seated In my\nroom.\n\"Yes : I twos with Mrs. and Mr. Harlowo early this morning,\" he replied.\n\"We have nrrunged to bury my wife\nto-morrow.\"\nI made some reply, I know not what,\nn.nd then there was a pause, after\nwhich he spoke.\n\"May I ask you,\" he said, \"to tell\nme again as literally an possible ull\nthn-t you know concerning tho stopping of Motley & Harlowe's bank ?\"\nI got out my diary, which I never\nomit to write up belore going to bed,\nand from tills I gave him all the particulars as they came to my knowledge, a,nd as 1 had set them down\nthere, with the days of tlie week and\nthe dn,te of the month, all agreeing\nwith tlie calendar at tlie end of the\nbook. It Is ni good tiling to keep a\ndiary ; one never knows how useful details, even the most lnslgnl.leant, may\nbo.\nAfter hearing all I had to read,\nand noting some ot tho particulars,\nho fixed his eyes on mo, and said :\n\" Well, Mr. Holderness, what do yon\nthink oE this affair?'\n\"Thero is one thing that puzzles me\naltogether,\" said I, \" You say that\nMotley. after discovering your\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nyour'\t\n\" My theft.*' said he, supplying the\nword my tongue hesitated to pronounce.\n\" After that you say he promised,\nout of consideration for your wife, to\nkeep tho fact secret for twenty-four\nhours/'\n\" Yes,' be replied.\n\" When did Jio make the discovery ?'\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\n\"At IU o'clock on the night of the\n13th.'\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\n\"\"But the bank snfe wns not discovered to be empty until the morning of the 15th.\"\n\" So you have shown me,\"\n\" But why waa not the discovery\nmado on tho 14th ?\"\n\" Because by the time of grace given mo 1 was enabled to go to the\nbank ns usual that day, and avert\nsuspicion. r left Lugiand on tho\nevening of tbe 14th.\"\n\" Yes\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDthat was shown by the.police. But still, I cannot understand.\nWait\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDdid you refund the money you\nhad taken, or a certain amount, to\nenable tho bank to continue business\non the 14cfch?\"\n\"I did not refund ono penny. I\ncould not. 'All I bad taken was\npaid to discharge a debt Incurred by\nmy wife's brother\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDI do not say that\nto exculpate myself. I had no right\nto take money thut did not belong\nto me for any purpose, I was a\nthief, If my wifo were living now I\nshould not make this admission. I\ndo not wish to remove the blame from\nmy own shoulders. I plead guilty to\nhaving robbed the bank snfe,\"\n\"But/' said I, \"this only Increases\nthe mystery. Por if the bank stopped payment on the 15th becauso\n, thero was no money In the safe, how\n1 could It make payment on the 14th\nwhen tho money, you toll me, was\nexcite your sympathy for myaelf; It I placed \"to my position would give up\nis a greater kindness that I have to j a farthing of the money sacrificed.\nI*--\nask o* you: If I um sent to prison,\nwill you take cure ol my chilJ until I\nhave served my time ?\"\n'* Wliat ?\" I exclaimed, \" are you\nln danger of being taken?'*\n\" No,\" he replied. \" but I may have\nto give myself up, nnd for that reason\nit behoves me to find some oue who\nwill guard my child. I know uo one\nIn London to whom I can appeal\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nnot a soul. Do not think of it as a\nservice rendered to a thief, but as a\nmercy to an unfortunate child, a service to the memory of the poor soul\nyou befriended \"\nI stopped hlin, promising that the\nchild should be cared for. I kuew full\nwell that JIadge would not part with\nlittle Cobby, and I saw that Burns\ndared not ask this service of those\nwho had suffered by him.\nHo rose, thanking me, and went\naway abruptly, as If to avoid fur-\nther explanations,\n.....\nWhen 1 came down Irom the orchestra between the acts that\nnight, a 'messenger brought me a\ncard, nnd said tho sender was waiting nt tho stage-door.\nOa the card I read\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nJOHN MOTLEY,\nEaton Square.\nAnd John Motley I found by tho\nstage door\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDnearly filling.up the narrow passage with his groat body.\n\" Shan't keep you a moment, Holderness,\" he said, grasping my hand.\nwithout his asking, by a\" hot-headed\nand impulsive partner.\"\n\"That Is very likely,\" said 1: \"you\nare quite within your legal right iu\nkeeping the money.\"\n\"Yes ; nevertheless, I have all along\nwished to be generous.\"\n\".So you told me, sir, but as you\npointed out, you are not free to dispose as you like of the firm's money\nnow that Mrs. Motley has put in lier\nmoney and taken a share in the business.\"\nHe looked at me again with that\nhalf-amused, half-contemptuous expression on his face.\n\"That's very true, Holderness.\nYou've got a long head.\"\nI did not know whether to take\nthis compliment as serious or not.\n\"To come to th<> point,\" he pursued;\n\"I nm determined to do the right\nthing by Phil, 1 won't let him lose\nby his principles. He shall have every\npenny-piece he handed over to the\ncreditors,\"\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDdropping his voice, lie nd-\niled, tn a less generous key, as he\nknocked the ash ol liis cigar\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\"and\nsomething more!\" Aftor n pause, he\ncontinued: \"The difficulty Is to make\nhim accept paymeut from me. 1 know\nhis character; so do you.\nif T went to him and\nsaid, 'Phil, I want to repay you the\nmoney you. lost,' the probability Is lie\nwould refuse to take it. Ile would\nsay ho hnd no right to money made\n , \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD,.._\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD ._\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD by my exertions and tlio speculation\nI want to have a talk with you on i of my wife, who risked her money In\nmatter of business to-morrow. Can starting the business again, and he\nyou make It convenient to be at\nhome about threo'o'clock?\"\n\" Yen. I will be at homo about three\no'clock,\" I replied.\n\" Thanks\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDthank you very much. I\nknow where you live. To-morrow afternoon\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDthree o'clock\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDdon't forget,\"\nlie said, giving my hand a shake at\neach break In the sentence as If to\nImpress the words upon me.\n\" I won't forget,\" said I. Then he\ngavo my hand a final shake, and left\nme with another astonishing subject\nior consideration.\nCHAPTER XVII.\nMrs. Burns was burled the uext\nmorning at Brompton Cemetery.\nPhilip, Mndge, aud I, with Mr. Bums\nand his child wero there, witli what\nsorrow In our hearts can be Imagined.\nWhen it wus all over we returned to\ntho Harlowo's lodgings.\nBurns did not stay tliere, though\nMadge pressed him to take dinner\nwith us.\nHe had business to do, and added\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\n\"If all Is well I shall go to Liverpool to-night with my child.\" Then\nhe left.\nAfter dinner Madge, with mournful\nresignation, began to got Bobby's\nclothes together and pack them up,\nwith certain things that had belonged\nto poor Mrs. Burns whicli she thought\nthe husband might like to keep as\nsouvenirs\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDa bunch of flowers that\nhad stood by her bedside and gladdened .her the last morning of her\nlife, the noatly-mendcd gloves she\nhad worn, and trifles liko that.\nI went to my lodgings to await\ntho visit of Mr. Motley.\nI was sitting near the window as\ntho clock struck three, and Just us\nthc door-bell rang I caught sight of\nMr. Burns dn thc opposite sido of the\nroad. That seemed to mo odd.\nAt the door I found Jlr. Motley, ln\nhia shiny hat, nnd spick-and-span\n\"Yes; he let me escape In 'mercy j tnken on the Wth ?\nto my wife, lio Is a sharp mini of\nbusiness, but ho hns u good heart.\"\nI did not respond, for I was\nastounded by this piece of unexpected\nnews.\n\"And what did happen, sir?\" usked\nJlr. Burns.\n\"Well, Mr. Burns,\" I replied, somewhat uharply, \"that happened which\nI think you might have foreseen.\nWhen cheques wero presented nnd\nthero was nothing in tlie till\nto pay them with, JIr. Jlotley had to\nannounce that the bank had stopped\npalymcnt.\"\nHe arew up abruptly, and regarding\nme with incredulity, sa,id, \"Nothing ta\ntho safe ; why, there was over ninety\nthousand pounds I\"\n\"Yes,** said I, \"before you took It.\"\n\"What do you mean?\" he nsked,\nstanding still ln tho samo place\naghast.\n\"I meant.\" I replied, and not without\nirritation, \"that there was nothing In\ntho safe after JIr. Motley hnd allowed\n(you to abscond with all that was in\nIt.\"\n\"Hnvc patience with me,\" he said;\n\"I cannot clear my head quite. But I\nHo sat ln thoughtful slloncu for fully two minutes, then I said:\n\" I do not see how to reconcile Jlr.\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDMotley's statement with yours.'\n\" No,'' ho responded. \" One of us\nclearly has made a tulsc statement.'-\n\" Can you provo tho truth of your\nstatement V\" I asked.\n\" I can produco enough proof to\nshow that Jlotley has suppressed thc\ntruth. I have been engaged about\nthat this afternoon. I can bring\nwltncses to nnow that ho was* at\nmy apartments In Dalston at 10\no clock on the 13th, nnd tho books of\ntho Charing Cross Hotel show that\nhe slept there on tho 14th.\"\n\" And he did alt this to enable you\nto escape out of consideration for\nyour wife?'' I asked, incredulously.\n\"So lie made mo believe.\"\n\" If you had taken a trifle,\" I snid,\n\" a generous man might go out of his\nway to screen you from tho terrible\nconsequences of capture. But for the\nsum of ninety or n hundred thousand\npounds\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDI cannot understand It.'*\n\" I do not want you to understand\nIt, JIr. Holderness,\" he said with emphasis. \"I have not,come here to\nblack suit; looking out as I closed\nthe door, I perceived Jlr. Burns a\nlittle way up tlio street on the other\nside, standing with liis eyes Ilxed on\nthe house.\nMr. Jlotley cnrrled a packet In his\nhand. Ho laid it ou the tabic, and\nthrowing himself in my arm-chair,\ntook off his hat and blew a long\nbreath, tm It coming up the stairs\nhad exhausted him.\n\"if there's a bottlo of soda In tlie\nhouse, let's have it, there's a good\nfellow,\" said lie, wiping the perspiration from his brow witl. his big onk\nhandkerchief.\nI went into thc next rootu to fetch\nwhat he wanted; when 1 returned\nhe was lighting u cigar. Hu offered\nme one. 1 filled his glass, and wheu\nho had emptied It he soemed greatly\nrevived.\n\"Well,\" said he, leaning back in the\nchair, with his littio gray eyes on\ntlio ceiling, tlio cigar In one corner\nof his mouth and his hands spread\nout oa the leather-covered anus of\nthe chair\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\"Well, how's l'hil'.'\"\n\"lie's lu very good health,\" I replied.\n\"Aud Madge V\"\n\".She Is also iu excellent health.\"\n\"And you arc just as fond of 'em\nas ever'.'\"\n\"Yes,\" I replied.\n\".So am 1,\" said lie, drily,with his j\neyes still oa the ceiling.\n'\"I'he moro you know them the more\nyoii must admire them,\" said I.\n\"Yes, except when they do foolish\nthings,\" said he, In the same dry\ntone. \"If l'hil had only behaved with\ncommon senso a lot of trouble might\nliavo been avoided. They're horridly\npoor, I hear\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD1 mill' that donkey Potter tho other day.\"\n\"They aro very poor indeed,\" I\nsaid.\nHe was silent a moment, then suddenly drawing himself up iu the chair\nsaid:\n\"Well, It's no good crying over\nsplit milk. What we've got to do,\nHolderness. Is to Hot 'cm up again.\"\n1 looked at hlin In amazement, lie\nmet my eyes steadily, with a queer\nexpression on Ills great, broad lace,\nand a little raising oi the eyebrows,\nI as 11 ho were saying to hlmsell\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\"You\nare a queer, old lellow, you are.\"\n\"Yos,\" he pursued; \"I've had this\naffair oa my mind long enough, and I\nmust get It olf my mind. I can't\nsleep o'nlghts for thinking of Phil\nnnd his wife, and for a man of my\ntemperament that's no joke, it\ndon't seem Just that one partner\nsliould profit by the misfortunes ol\nthe other, does it?\n\"No, It does not,\" I replied stoutly.\n\"No; it don't seem right that we\nshould have the money which he had\na perfect legal right t\"\" keep.\"\n\"That Is exactly what 1 have\nthought.\" i\n\"It's what any man of good iccling\nwould think. If his money hail not\ngono to tlie creditors, mine would.\nBut for all that, I doubt If ninety-\nnine out of a hundred men of business\nwould feluse to take anything that\nwas not his by right\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDespecially ns I\nsee he no longer looks upon me as a\nfriend. D'ye follow me, Holderness?'\n\"Yos,\" I replied.\n\"Woll, do you think my notion is\nabout right ?\"\n\"Yes,\" said I. \"I am very doubtful\nif Philip would take tlie money from\nJ0\"'-\" , , ..\n\"Ho must take it from somebody.\nsn,ld ho with more earnestness: than\nhe had yet shown. \"And 11 he won't\ntako It irom me he must take It from\nyou.\"\n\"From me!\" cried I, in amazement.\n\"Yes, from you,\" said he, firmly.\n\"You recognize that this restitution\nought to be made, don't you ?\"\n\"Yes,\" said I.\n\"Very well, then ; you must act as\na trustee. I shall pay the money to\nyou on your written promise to employ it on behalf of Philip Harlowe\nand his wife, If tliey refuse to accept\nIt, they simply burden you with money\nthat' you cannot use lor yourself.\nWhatever happens, 1 shall feel that I\nhave dono all that is possible to make\nthem receive It.\"\nI was struck witli the Ingenuity or\nthis arrangement.\n\"Now, Holderness,\" he said, puffing\nquickly at his cigar, \"wlll-you act as\ntrustee for your frienils ?\"\n\"Yes,\" said I, without hesitation.\n\"Thank you,\" said he, in a tone of\nreal satisfaction.\nDrawing his chair up to the table,\nho slipped oif the india-rubber bands\nand opened the packet.\nI never saw such a sight ia my ilic!\nThe packet was composed of nothing\nbut bank notes. They were done up\nIn bundles, according to tlielr denomination, live-pound notes by themselves, the tens by tlieiusclvcH, and so\non, aud each bundle wus held together\nby an clastic band.\n\"Now, then, you must count them,\nsaid Jlr. Motley.\n\"Why, 1 shall never finish,\" said I.\n\"Oh, yes, you will,\" ho replied, and,\ntaking a bundle under hla hnnd, he\ncounted thom off, two, four, six, and\nso on, multiplying the number in Unbundle by the value of each note.\n(To bo Continued.)\nINGROWING OP NAIL.\nIngrowing mill, or \" onglc lucnrue,\"\nas the Preach call it, is, as ls well\nknown, a very palaful affection, and\nunfortunately the operation necessary\nlor it\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD cure Is often dreaded by the\npatients, although local and general\nanesthetics are employed to render\nthe avulsion as painless as possible.\nA very simple method has been frequently employed by a confrere witli\nconstant success. It consists in painting the offending portion of the nnil\nwith a warmed forty per cent, solution of caustic, potash, In a few seconds the upper horny layer is rendered so soft that It can bo easily\nremoved by a piece of broken glass\nused as a scraper. Tlie application\nof tlio solution and the scraping' is\ncontinued until nothing but an exceedingly thin portion of the null remains, which can bu easily removed\nby a small scissor.\nTUP. ORIGIN OF MRS. (lltUNUY.\nHow many who dally use tho name\nof .Mrs. Grundy have any Idea or her\norigin? It ll generally believed that\nPickens was somewhat responsible for\nher, but a writer In tho Dundee Advertiser points out that this Is an\nutter mistake. The real creator of\nMrs. Grundy was Thomas Morton,\nthe dramatist (born In 1701, died\nIK.'IN). the father of lhe' author of\n\" Box and Cox,'' aud she Is rcferri'il to\nla his corned**, \"Speed the Plow,'\nwhich was first performed ill 170S,\nJlrs. Grundy Is aot a character iu\nthat play, she Is merely a mysterious\npersonage whom Dame Ashlield, the\nfanners wife constantly quotes, mueh\nIn the same way as Sair.v Gamp alludes to Mrs. Harris.\nODE TO Till; JIOUTII.\nSome moutlLs look like peaches and\ncream, somo like a hole chopped into\na brick wall to admit a door or\nwladow. The mouth- Js a'hotbed of\ntoothaches, anil a baby'-, crowning\nglory. Il Is patriotism's fountain\nliciiil, anil tho tool che.-t lor pie. With-,.\nout It the politician would bo a\nwanderer on the faeo of the earth,\nand tho cornoti.s* would go down\nto mi unhonored grave. It Is the\ngrocer's friend, the orator's 'pride\nand tho dentist's hope.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDNunila Herald. _\nREJECTIONS.\nSo many suitors hns she had,\nShe's gotten printed blanks,\nAnd forward-: to each lover snd\nDeclined with thanks.\"\nIt w]iile you re\nThc words\nrip\nA\nyoun\nsaw\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD(.lo\nYouth. THE WEEKLY NEWS. DEC. j, r8q\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD.\nTB^\ni\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD fMlil HIRs\nPublished cvary Tuesday\nAt Union, B. C.\nM Whitney Editor\nTRilMH OK -il'liSCnil'TIUN.\nta 4.JVANCE.\nDEISASTE HYdTEllI\nl*na Yft.r .. ..\nalii .Montha ....\n(\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDnulla ('\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD;.}'\t\nJflKi\nI \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD-.'\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nI] ki!\nRATES Ol* AI'VliRTISlM*'\nOnelanhparyeu \t\n. .. tunri'h\t\nuiitlilh '-ol |i,ir jftir \t\nfnirtli .. .,.\nvw-.ilc. ., linn \t\nl,l\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD.u'. HO!l'.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD,|hT lillll \t\nNotice; of llirtlis, Marriage\nDeaths, 50 cents each insertion,\nNo Ailvertismeni inserted for lo\nJo cents.\nTuesday, DKC 3,18915,\nThe Oil runt trial has brmi^lu nut a\n(discussion in the San Kttiftcifco ptiper**\nrelating to the duty of tht* lawyer in\nJcleiuliny a criminal, IT tlu:re is am\ndoubt about hU KU-lt. ami lie cannot be\nnvida to confess, surely he sIkuiIi! hr\ndefended, nnt by casting immcrited suS'\npicion on fin innocent party- -r by trick\nnr any of the m.my schemes souietitne-\nresorted to, but by sifting the evidence\nof\" the prosecution, and ur-.jin;r all le-.ii!\ninate consideration in favor of hi-* client.\nIt is indeed better that ninety-nine\nguilty persons should escape than thai\none (ij\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDi:ci)t oue sliould be convicted.\nThe importance *>f a thpeough course t\nof elocution i**. now recognized in all urn*\nscliools. This is due to the increasing\npopularity of Ihe UcUarie system now !\nadopted hy *hc leading teachers of \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD-\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD |\nmrv. The system hf Delstme i*s attract*\ning attention every .*\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD he. e, and the needs\nof.1 popular and thorough work on it is\nuniversally ielt. Realizing ihi* want a j\nbook of tlds hind f.ir use in colleges, j\naradnmies, mid public schc-nls as u*eh a***\nfnr home study has been prepar-pd to !\nj teach elocution from a practical *-taiul* i\npO nt, bt-j^ed on \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDhe DeUurtc system <\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDt\nI physical culture and expression, ii con*\n-,-,,,, i \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD;1*,IS valuable instructions and rules lor\nl an applying us pi maples, a teaches one\n, jtftU) ho.v to acquire flexibility of the body and\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD jj!!jl 1 if race of movement, whicli are mnst tin\n%\ j portam qnah lirat ions ofa good -peaher.\nj It tead \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD> tin. correct methods of rsprei \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nslop. It contains rump me imforinntioii\nregarding tho cultivation, preservaviou\nand tne of the voui:. Chw. nf us mnst\nvaluable features i*** a dritl, prepared expressly for th*s woik nn\nother medium, We object as strongly\nas any one to whnt is known as blood\nand thunder, or yellow covered litem.\ntare, but belie.e that our highest order\nof novel*. ccm;dn much ih-*t is best in\nthe English language. The writings of\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDGeorge Eliot, Mrs. Ward, Thackeray-\nDickens, Scott and many others shine\nwith itnpartshnblo lustre, and he who\ncondemns them should be treated for\nOUE MAIL FACILITIES\nEn ito a op r:~ \'i;*,v.*-.:*-If ihn-e in one\nI iiu g ni\"ie thi'ii hiii-ttiuf wbiith in uausu g\nua much tne* nvi'iiifjiio**?, profnaity to d\nexpvc-iii, it ti \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD r faulty m*ul nrvcu lit w\nic ii thar. li; ha* liueti ao long iicidcuted l*y\nthe gove rumen'1 .-aimed ttmWitiaud. Tiu:\nid\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD& that thw district -i C< max with a\npopulation of 't-Htwe- ru -l (tiio uod 3,101) iu*\nh&Oitaiit.-t Bhou'u n-ivy u vfnt kly mud t>< rv \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD e\nU pr ipo.tter-tns Tl.tirt- id uo oilier pU<\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nof it*- Hizc ia thf pr*\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDv nm tmued witli\nsuoh tojiwtieo. If we wur\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD livioii in tlie\nwili-U ut Sdhria or at the North Pole, m\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD-\neontd oot l-** st-tved wone, Tht* iite mem- j\nbor, Mr. D. VT, OnHon, preHH-td upon the\nl/overnmeot thn necennity of a uhaogo and |\nthfty Ii+d p-irdy j,\"\"en tlmir oimBu*4t t\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD hi\ndiji'iRinld Our prt-nsuot invm-Mo*, in whom\nw\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD have to look to urjt\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD thw oao-o, hns, I |\n(\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDuppd\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDn, heen the uovtii-nn-out tin the mattei 1\nbut I havu oot heard \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDf ite roult. I uml\nlooiiuetl to taink tbut the ieftld-fii a of tlie\ndiKtrict are th'-mwlve? to lituniu ii dn i\nPANTS\niiiitter. They are t*ni h a lung raff liutf\nmental lunacy, There is no doubt that 1 com-jinis-ant lot, that thoy talo* no niv\m to\nA certain class of novels are doing our havo tho pwoat had state of atfiirs r.-me\n,*.,,,, , i_ v ! died. Tnev quietly nuhinU to thr InjuuiU'e.\nyouth mcaicuble harm aud ought to bn I have observed tlwt littl\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD h to Lo hoc iu\ntuppresseri, this world.wiiiont \"kickiiiiT;\" it in the\ni:romhl\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDr\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD- aad pt-ople who mako thenit-flvei.\nHONOB YOUIt WOBD\nOne of the essential elements of a worthy\ncharacter i* respect fnr one's word.\nA person's word should be as jjftod mS\nhis bond. And this is not confined\nto business matters, but is equally ap\npticable to every relatioo of life, llm\nthe strict nbfetvance of one's word us,\nwid to aay, not a^ general as it should\nVie. We fretpiently find persons, otherwise fxeaiplary, utterly rare'e-.s of any j\npromise they make, ntt-fl disregard*;\niny it on the sli^litest pretest. Never.\nI he I ess, it is apparent, that when the)\npublic find anyone always respc-rting his j\nword a degree of respect is given him,\nwbicb perhaps nothing else would com I\nmand. I'arents and teachers should\nearlv instil into the ntinds ot children\nCorrect ideas on tlit**. suhjen, so I lut ;\nwhen lhey grow uo tn be men and wu |\nmen they will bum\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDr lheir word in all I\nthings and will rejjtrd i promise once\nmade a* something sacred. |\ndi'ti^n't'.ihlii who get on the I est\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDtt*\naiuifdi'i'i and ihi* meek aie ptH**ed Uy. I\nW'.idd ^uggeitr. that the peuplti t'ki\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD thin |\nprl-Mvaoee in h-md and i-end ina imiitina to\nOn awa from nil pdrtlotMof the diatriet and\nubm.ind what i** nur right, vi/.: a *rj w\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\"kl)\nmail Mervitie, Too t\"wu\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD or CutnWitmd\nand Union have nnw lec-me itoport-mt I\np-aituA aod are entith-d to t-etter troattncnt ,\nVVhtUt ou thia mil.'Jtet thera is another i\npoint whioh want* ainnuriina nnd ih-tt U\nthe irreitular hours ac thepn-t hthAn Thsre .\nouL*ht to U- u clerk there, if nut nil day, j\ncertaioly every day for a numht-r of stated\nhnnrri, I', in a mii'**'-**! to ho goh-tf oou*> |\nstaatly'n theiHiitotU*.* pud lind that io!\nnne is thore. Aod agaiti, arran^etnonts |\nonght tn he made ror a inure rapid delivery j\nof letter*- on (*te\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDrn\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDr dayh; and t,h\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD pidn-e j\nshould ,m that people wlio iro tor tueir\niiiad, take tluir proper pU(\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDa in line aud j\nbehave the waul vos. At pr-iut-nt it ia a\nmoat nnsee.nlv diniirderly miens, manv who\nare wiutu-f, pu-hiiiy wud behaving them-\nHohta in a distgracjtut way\nDrs Lawrence A Wtifttwood.\nPhysicians and surgeons.\nTTITIOST 3 C.\nWe hnva appointed IJ.r. Jatnen Abrams ou*.- collector until further notice, to v/hem all ovtrduu accounts\n\"\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDay \"oo jjaid.\n7 Nox. 1893.\nSociety Ca-ds\n1. 0. 0. K., No ,u\nUnion l.atljrpt I. O. 0, P., meets every\nFriday night ar 8 o'clock. Visiting brethren cordial.y inntni l\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD attend,\nWm. Anthony. R. S,\nWiirnA forSi-mploi?, Prcmpi doftvtry, I'et\ntuti Hi t uarunietd,\n*~mkfc,\nEsquimalt ancl Nanaimo Ry. j\nSteamer Join\nL.V. L<*>CKK, MASTER.\nOn and after Mar. 22111I, 1S95 I\nThe Steamer JOAN wit! sail \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD'i fullnwi.\nUnion Saw Mill.\nLUMBER\nAll Kinds of Rough ancl\nPWOSTliKTSP,\nKB. LEISEa COMPL*'*iIENTED\nOALUNO AT -WAY I'ORTS in pnnaraiiora I Ij|*eSSCtl llllllb\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD-r alvMl* S on\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD ami friiiubi im.\" oiivr ; h;.,-,cl and clclivun.'d at .'.lion no\nT,M.*n Vlrlnrlft. TihibiIh**, 7 ii.'m, i tice*.\n\" Nmi.titmi rm* Comox. Wttli.ti dny, 7 a. ni [\nlliram l.o^c N\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDI4A.F .'x A.M.,H.L.U |.0K\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDo Conius (or Niinn.irai. fi'lilii)'a.7\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD.iii\nCourtenay H. C, 1 \" Nni\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDaiiliofur Vlcliirla ShuimIi y. 7 n in\nt.ndjrp mcni< on evniv Saturday on nr j for frci-fht or mate vooms applv on\nbdort thv full of ihe milnn , ,\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD, \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDr .\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD lll(. Company's ticket ollice,! \ T Q I I I D 1 N C, S\n\ i-iiani; Hiotheis cordially requested ... . . . . .uvyu L,l/ll\VJij.\n,0HUend. Victoria Station, Store street. : . , w ^ ,|nu,\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD,.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD |.lu.in,,,,.,n,MlW u\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD,u.\nCOINc\" NOKTII\nO. f'.. meet in theil lodge room over\nMcPhee's store, Courtciny, every second ]\nSaturday at S p. in. Visiting brethren\ncordiallv invited in attend. !\nI. M. l-'nlt'in, Sec. ! Lv. VictArla Inr NanAlHio itt,cl^ a.^ m, i \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD M\n11'niiy. | H'ltMy.\nSTUMPING.\nStumping done at reasonable\nCOLUMBIA METHODIC! COLhUQE\nThe L'nion band visiteil the mamniotli\nsiore on Thursday evening last in compliment in Mr. Simon Leisor who was known\nm he in town, and that gentleman an.l\nlii^ numerous clerks were entertained for\nahout hall an hoLU in a unniu-r which\nshowed to advantage the. pro ciency to\nwhich the mtiiiclaiiH had nllninfcil. Mr.\nleiser responded in a ileal -p.-e-.h thank- j\n, in1' the \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDe'lilt'Mieii for their cnuriosy,\n. I entnplitiieniing them on iiu*ir excellent\nlllnirtoii 1 8.r\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD* i :i*i\nif; Wijtoo\"::::::*: :::::: I \_ 1 \"* > rates by our Giant Stumper.\n001SG SOUTH\nThe instilimnn ll Incite! at N'ew West\nminuei and is a wnl'tby in-titi'ti.m. |t*,H\nsttrelv heller lo nlmaie our vouth at\nhome than to send them \'..tn TllO col-\nle,\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDe has secured suitnhle hulldi\ncost nf $15,000 and $lo,ooo of ihu sum ! '\"mpnmenimg mem on ,ne,r exr,.,,e.,\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD ,\nhas been mo,m,e.-l bv Mr. Mruttv. ,|le I plHS'ini* nnd prnmi-inn them his support\nhead of the yreat inttnilfiiemrini.' firm of\nCumberland Encampment,\nNo. ', I. 0. 0, P., Union,\nMeets first and third Wctlncseays nf | ~ \"1~a\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD T TS\"\neach month at 8 o'clock p. ni. Visiting j w,.m\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDnn ,or V|rtoria ! I\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD.B' 'l*^'\nBrethren cordjall,''invited to intend. Lv. Nuimlino(or Vietorla... I sw I \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD.4\"\nWin. Anthony, Scribe, Ar, Vleiorla i IMO I \".oo_\n,''' I,'' \" , , ' ' :'.-'-----\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\"- | Koi' rntea anil Inlurniatlon apply nt Ctne\n, ,- >\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD I pany*< (tllees.\nXel-on (. amp No, 44 or ihe Canadian , A oUNHMUIll. J08EPU HfNTF.lt.\nOrder ol the Woodmen \"f the World\nWOOD.\nMistey & Co. Toronto, Londitioned as\nwe understand it upon lhe other J5.000\nW\m raised. To secure this last named\nlunt suhsrrintinns are asked fia from all\npail, ofthe province. Any sum however\nsmall will be acceptable. It is hoped to\ntilitaie. some help from ihis district and\nPiiy who are disposed to helptn this matter may leave the amount with the Rev.\nMr. Sutherland who will forward it to its\npropt.r destinatiou.\nNOTICX.\nAll aj-founts owing lo Robert tiraham's\ne-tate must be paid to the undersigned\nbv Nov. 30 or legal proceedings will be\ntaken.\nJohn llruce.\nHe ..lo ed with banding ihe treasurer ni\nthe bantl a $20 g'*:'l piece [this makes\ni'40 he bus given iln' '-and] and present\ning them a box of cigars, The treasurer\nexpressed liis thanks, and tbe band again\nplayed and reared,\nmeets every other Monday even |\ning at 8 p.m. Visiiing neighbours cor* 1\ndully invited to intend.\nGeo, Hull, Secretary.\npreside*,*.\nII, IC.PIUOK,\n(Jen. KrvkKiit ntul PassettRPr Ant.\nGoal, brick and lime on\nciiin'i Btipt 1 hand and delivered at short\nI notice.\nNCTIOE\nMr. M. Kellv of Tacoma and W. C\nPierce of the Klite Studio. Nanaimo, will\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDstop at Union wilh a Photo lent for a\nshort time.\nAll parties wishing Photo's taken should\ncall early, as we shall not stop over, one\nmonth.\nCloudy days preferred for sittings.\nKEU.Y & PIERCE.\nHOTICB\nNELSONnOUBE\nUNION HAT. 13 fi.\nWe Ihe undersigned hereby aulhoiiie i Having taken *(* hmf-e, except the\nlohn llruce to collect all accounts due tbe *Mfi \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD *>\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD* ,,e P1-***'1 l0 rcceiv*' ,hc\n' isute, Hoard |>er week, - $5. 1\nU U ''i-bgrger % Trustees,!., Sing*,, merds -- 'J.-*\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD*\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\"\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD \\nV , ^. Jj I'lenrv.\nUanaimn Saw Hill.\n-AND-\nSasli and Door\nFACTO R Y\nA. HASLAM, Prop\n(OFHCErMlLt STREET.)\n. rf. O. Drawur 36. Totophone CaU, IW\nNANAIMO, B. C.\n83^* A rninplrte stock of Rotlfih nnd\nDresicd I.umhpr alw.-iy- on lianU. Also [\nShingles laths, Pickets, Dnors, Windows and Blinds. Moulding, Srntli |\nSawing*, Turning, and till kinds j ^ , _ _ j\nof wood finishing furnished. 'Nc\"w novels, plain and fancy st\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD. '\nCedar. White Ptne. Redwood. | tt-wuspy at ptn\*>'.tr-.v'H.\nCUMBERLAND\nMEAT MARKET\nCHOIOBST\ni FIvLTilSl^:\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDMJ~ Ja~~\n*c I\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD---\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD,-\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\ni FARM\nraODDTJCB i\nK.t'lraiu it L. Mounie, 1'roprs.\n1VERY-\nI c-na prepared to\nfumlab Styllati Rigs\nand do Teamtng\nAt reasonable rates.\nt , pacu Ti ' !D- xorwwi*-**.\nLowest LAbH rnce ub**sB,b.c\nA, 0. FULTON. I-*.- 0\n|-EAMrNL-EE Mtvkft&JisOw\nTHE WEEKLY NEWS, DEC\n1.595.\nLOCALS\nU- Only, fruit tree ngeptis in town,\nJohn Frew ol S*atuin*o is in town.\n*r, the fashionable iniitiner\ncf Nanaimo \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD:as among lhe passengers\nou Wednesday.\nA. Davis, cigar manufacturer nf the\nbastion renwjieii icity was up here a day\ntor two lately.\nspring medicines for elsansinf*\nthe system and Dtood at Hlmijuf y'a\ndrugstore.\nTom VIcLuy, pnim-fr of Nanaimo, arrived here by the lent steamer, and is oow\n-employed at Thf. Njcws office.\nKwong on Lung, a wholesale dealer of\nVictoria came up Wednesday and pro\nneeded to Chinatown - a businesa trip.\nC.E. Stevenson, the dry goods iner.\n-chant af Nanaimo snd I'uion was np from\nthe .Hack Diamond City last Wednesday,\nreturning Krtday morning.\nMcPhee S; Moore are now opening up\ntheir Kail and Winter-lock of Blankets,\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDQuilts, Mens' underwear, Sox, Gloves\n{Ml clothing, and ruV-ber goods.\nMr. Siuum Leiser was in town for on*\n 1\ncouple came up on the Joan Wed'nestduy.\nt'oing straight to Comox where thev look\nx carriage for Union, ineir present home.\nProf. Spear nf Nanaimo is in town,\nlie lias the reputation ot being a tirst\nclass musician as well as teacher of mu\n*>ic. We li.'pc some arrangements ma\nl>e made witli him lo keep him in Union.\nas be and his faintly would certainly be\nan acquisition to the pi.ice.\nFoil SAl.lt,-- ** acres cheap at Coniox\nTerms to suit. Owner going to England.\nK> I- Leigh Spencer\nP. O. llox 370, Ximaimo, or al Cumberland Club.,Onion,\nMr. McKim, the p, .'t'ar merchant,\nhas now arranged his store so that he can\ndisplay and handle his large ami varied\nstuck of goods to the best advantage.\nHis rubber goods are jusl the thing nt cord for this weather antl his st'irk of men'*\nfurnishings anil under clothing is vert\ncomplete, and in addition to this is the\nlarge consignment of goods diract from\nGlasgow all of which are guing at rod.\nbottom prices.\nB. C. FRUIT\nThe grievances of our farmers and fruit\ngrowers have heen ventilated throughout\nthe press of the Province, The importations from across thc line have grieved\ntheir souls; but who is to blame? The\nimported fruit and produce ts honestly\nand carefully packed while more or less\nwhich conies from the Fraser valley is\ncarelessly put up. We have seen consign\nments front the section mentioned which\ncontain much rubbish and unsaleable\nstock. Not every shipper does this hut\nenough are so careless about what they j\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDhip and how it it packed as to injure the\ncareful honest producer. If more care |\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDrere taken in litis matter there wonld be\nless importations ftom abroad, The lion\nrst farmers and fruit growers should combine in some way 10 remedy Ihis evil and\nconmund the home trade.\nHARNESS SHOP\nI have opened a Harness\nShop in building corner 3rd si\nand Dupsniuir Ave, Union,\nopposite to ihe The News,\nwhere I will keep in stock ancl\nmake to order all kinds of harnesses and everything in my\nline at reasonable prices. Also will neatly and promptly do\nrepairing, and carriage trimming.\nThe patronage of the public-\nis respectfully solicited.\nWesley Willard\nJAMES ABRAMS\nNotary Publle.\nAgent for the Alliance Fire\nInsurance Company of Lon\ndon and the Phoenix of\nHartford\t\nAgent; (or the Provincial\nSulldlnc and Loan Association of Toronto\t\nUnion, 3 c.\nMias B..B. Williams,\nTeacher of Music, Shorthand\nand Typewriting\nPupils can have free use of Typewriter\nand Piano for practice.\nBARKER I POTTS,\nBARRISTERS,\nSOLICITORS, NOTARIES. &e.\nOltlce ItotiiuS, Klci'ltee& Mooi'o b'id'gamlat\nNANAIMO. B. f.\nI'. O. tiKAW.Jt 18.\neQry:y-yyyyy ryyy\nI'SOC tfit-'CSiQ\nF. Cur ran !*'\nSCAVENGER\nI 5 UNION, B. C. I\nI \ \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD; ' \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD N\nfryy y r.r /. f.s;r rO;y.y-7yy,yz/vr. y.yy'ry?/>.\nOUHBBBLANO SHOE SHOP.\nI have moved into my new shop on |\nI'irsl Si. next tothe Customs olT.ce, where I\nI am prepared lo manufacture and repair\nall kinds of men's, women's, and children's\n(hoes. Give me a call,\nNelson Park*.\nXILLtmiBT\nVail and Winter Good-3 will be sold for\nthe next 30 days nt a reduction of 10 per\nrent. I have received by last steamer a\nlot of Ncw Hats and llonnets for Children which I will sell verv cheap.\nMrs. J. S. Kendi.ll.\nWABNUIO.\nAll parsons driving over the wharf or\noridges in Comox district lastar than a\nwalk, win be prosecuted according to\nlaw,\nS. Cfeeeli.\n' finv. View.\nC. H. TARBELL,\nCor. 2np ami Dunsmuir Avis.\nKeeps a full line of\nGurnsey Tiklen\nStoves, everywhere famous,\nAND DOES ALL KINDS OV\nTin work\nSheet-iron work\nRooting\nJob work\nAND Repairing\nCnmtalanil Hotel.\nUnion, B. C.\nThe finest hotel building\nFixtures and Bar\nNorth of Victoria,\nAnd the best kept house.\ninr.rjt'T:r7.-j~cnrr*a.i\nSpacious Billiard Room\nand new\nBilliard and Pool Tables\nBest of Wines and Liquors.\nJ, Piket, Pnop.\nRI*P*A*N*S\nThc modern standard Family Medicine : Cures the\ncommon every-day\nills of humanity.\n-X.\nBIMBEGK\nUnion Mines\nInvestment security Savings Co\nOt TORONTO\nAdvances money fcr Building. : , ,\nM--n..ger lor Boum-no, Wellington i t UJ'MJtMTg Af-OI'-g\nand Cumoerituid.\nR L LEIGH-SPENCER ' \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD0\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nMead ollice, Commercial Street N.t\nnaimo, 11. C\nMiss Leigh Spencer visits Union from\nthis date on every bi'ttt succeeding payday, for collecting dues, and advancing\nlho Coin|i.t*n>'s business. Patties call at\nCumberland Club\nDirectors Meeting following Thursday\nevening at 7.30,\nFire, Lite, 'Accident Insurance,\nKer.l Estate.\nA Full Line of Everything\nIncluding Curtains, Carpets\nand Runs, ancl our\nCelebrated\nwoven wire\n/\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD>\njw-'m;\nW. CHENEY Sa CO.\nAUCTIONEER AND\nCOMMISSION MERCHANT\nUNION, li. C.\nWill linndle all kinds of g:bds,\ninr tiding\n\"\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDM\narmors\nGive us a call\nIn Teparate\nvvt Vecu\nSecond Hand\nFuriiita\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD -:-^*^S^^P^\nI\nPRACTICAL ARCHITECT\n--AN11-\nBRIDGE & WHARF\nBUILDER.\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDS3\n-jONTaiOTOS 3 AUE) *3X7I*L,t:'E*r*.S\nGrant tfc McGregor\n-=\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD/\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD.\nI. J.\nHouse anl Sip Painter,\nPaper-Hanging, Kalsomining\nand Decorating.\nGRAINING A SPECIALTY.\nAH orders Promptly Attended to\nUnion, 8. C.\nPuntiedge Bottling Works.\nDAVID JONES, Proprietor,\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD MANUFACTURER OK \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nSDOA WATER, LEMONADE, GINGER ALE,\nRarsatmralla, Champagne Cider, Iron Phosphate* and Syrupi.\nBottler ot SiiTeient Erauda of Lager Beer, Steam Beer and Porter\nAgent for tlio Union Brewery Company.\n*SBO 3EEB SOLD \"FOE GASXX CNX/2*\nCOURTENAY, B. C.\nStage and Livery\nC OJJ1R>T~)7\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD'\nH. A. Simpson\nBarrister \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDr Solicitor. No's 8 & 4\nCommercial Street.\n2SJL.'27\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD.Zi^O, ro. e.\nKssvn oiHco,\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDUXtiOiVt -B. c.\nJ. A, Ca**thew\nARCHITECT nnd BUILDER,\nt.-*:*r*.c\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDT, JB. c.\nNanaimo Cigar Factory\ni Thillip Gable and Co., Prop's\nnaton Street \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD Nenaimo B. C.\n| Manufactures thr fitleit cifjars an\nI employes none but *>hite labor.\nWhy purchase inferior foreifn (igari\nI when vou can obtain a siterior ART\"-\nI'oi the mme rrlmiay \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDHr?\nFARM AND GARDEN.\nAGRICULTURE.\nThe plant food in the weed U not\navailable fortuity like that which\nit took from the soil during its\ngrowth. Tlie timo wheu a weed\ncan be destroyed with the greatest\nbenefit ia Immediately after It -has\ngerminated; tliis is also the easiest\ntime to kill it. Even the thistle, at\nIts start, is as easily killed as any\nof tlie annuals. \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nTo stand still while the world is\nmoving onward is the same as going\nbackward. The preservation ol the\nstraw and fodder in good condition\nla the thing Which now confronts the\nfarmer, whether he has full and\nbountiful cropa or whether he has\nnot much else thnn that straw and\nfodder. Ou the tine hand ho can save\nhis grain; on the uther he eau do\nwithout it.\nOften the difference between a good\nami an Indifferent yield of wheat is\ndue to a difference in methods. July\nand August aro favorable months\nfor beaklng the ground, aa it is theu\ndoue easily, nnd soon settles into a\nfirm seed lied. Following a good rain,\napply the harrow, and tliis will make\na. Hue soil, which will retain the moisture.\nWixty per cent, of the world's supply of sugar Is contributed by tho\nsugar beet, much as this fact may\naurprise us. Most of us would declare\nthat wo had never tasted beet sugar,\nfor, of course, wo would know it if\nwe had! This does away with the\nfallacy of beet sugar being yet but\nan experiment.\nL'rystalizable sugar, or caae sugar,\nils it Is called, is always the same,\nwhether extracted from the sugar\ncane, beets, maple trees, sorghum or\nanything else capable of producing it.\nIt looks the same, tastes the same,\nand is the same. The cane belt is\nlimited, but the sugar belt is unlimited.\nThe U, S. crops this year will be a\nBtrong stimulus toward the raising of\ncattle and hogs. The export demand\nfor corn is light, and there Is no other\nmethod by which such profitable returns can be procured. Stock raising witl eee sueh a revival as has not\nbeen noticed for a long period.\nFrom Consular reports we learu\nthat from the large quantities of apples received from other countries\nLato Europe American apples command the highest prices. Forty-five\nper cent, of the wheat and 90 per\ncent, of the flour in the Liverpool\ndistrict come from the United\nStates. The cattle are superior, but\nan much can not be said of the sheep.\nThe hay crop oi' tho United States\nla only second to that of any other\ncrop in value. Departmental agricultural statistics for 1800 givo the\nvalue of the corn crop, in round numbers, at [~,92 million dollars, hay crop\n571 millions, and cotton crop 285\nmillions.\nSTOCK.\nAnimals can not thrive their best\n-when food I.s given them at any time\nof day or of night which happens to\nsuit tho convenience of tlio feeder. Irregular feeding disturbs and deranges thi; organs of dig-estlou and\nassimilation, so that they fail to make\ntho most out of tho food supplied. If\nfood is given before its regular time\nthoro is overloading, and the organs\nare put to work before they havo recovered from tho previous meal. If\n(lolayod, the animal Is apt to eat too\nmuch and too rapidly ; there is poor\nmastication and digestion, and, there-\nlore, there Is loss and harm.\nII we stint a ration we fail to make\nall which is possible out of the food\nand oat of the animal. It is food\nconsumed over and above whdt is\nleeded to sustain life which gives a\nreturn of profit; so that fullest prollt\nollows fullest Judicious feeding.\nVariety of food necessarily lesions waste, for the animal then gets\nall tho elements essential to animal growth. A continued ration of\nbut a single Item will probably supply\nsome elements to excess, nnd that\nwhich is uot made use of is wasted;\nami a. variety conduces to a good appetite, too.\nThe more we look Into tho fodder\nquestion the more one is convinced\nthat if the intelligent, economical\nfarmer will save everything which\ngrows on his farm, suitable for forage, in 10 .years he may bo independent, able to keep a, years supply on hand to tide off nn occasional\noff year when it comes.\nWhy not save time and labor by\nhaving some old wagon standing near\nthe stables, and a plank reaching it\non whicli a wheelbarrow can be run,\nthat tin' manure may U; dumped therein directly, to lie hauled away as often as full, and taken to the fields\ndirect? Uoslde, tlm wastes of tho\nbarnyard win ho avoided.\nBright, fresh straw, with thr? chaTf,\nuolls better when haled, nnd may be\nstored under a shed and hauled off\nin the winter. In this shape It Is\nmore convenient for feeding, and will\nHavo a lot of good liny which will\nsell for a higher price For bedding\nit* not only Improves the coat of the\nanimals, hut Improves the manure for\ntho fields as well.\nIn Franco thoy use donkeys ln\nplace of our cheap horses, while In\nBelgium thoy use dogs. That country\nhas 50,000 draught dogs, drawing\nmilk, broad and vegetable enrts. Tin;\npure brods of the valuable kinds \"of\ndogs are worth too much to put to\nBUCll ignoblo uses. Tbey raise none\nlint the finest nf horses, Importing\nsome or our cheaper ones to bo made\nInto sausage when done with them.\nTho station at Lafayette, Indiana,\nfinds that, other things being equal,\nsteers fed on cut clover hay will make\na. better growth than those fed on\nthe whole hay, and in their experiment of a hundred days the. gain wns\nnearly 50 per cent. A slight amount\nof exercise was found beneficial during the fattening process.\nPOULTRY.\nRegularity In feeding procures rapid\ngrowth In chicks. More food of the\nsame kind given at long but irregular\nIntervals will not give them the same\nvigor of size. The man who follows\nhaphazard ways in anything these\ntimes will get behind the procession.\nAs a health mensure, where large\nnumbers of fowls are compelled to\n' range on a limited enclosure, air\nI slacked Ume should be liberally used.\n1 Let it lie scattered late in the evening,\ni after the chickens have gone to roost.\n; It will greatly counteract the decom-\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD posing matter which is so deleterious.\nLet young chicks make their home\n1 in their own coops at night until cold\nI weather uiakes it necessary to take\n> them tn permanent winter quarters,\nif they outgrow these coops, give\n' them larger ones in the same place,\n1 cleaning and airing them olten, and\nI liming them occasionally.\nThere is a surplus of small potatoes\nthis year, and tliey can be utilized as\npoultry food. Boil, mash and mix with\nmeal and bran; feed while warm. Feed\nmoderately, ami not every day, remembering that hens need a variety.\nToo many potatoes will make light\neolored yolks.\nKeep tlie older ge;-se and sell the\ngoslings. The older ones arc the best\ni breeders, the best layers and grow\nthe most and best feathers, while the\nj voung geese bring the bost prices tn\ni the markets. Two or three weeks\n! will get them in marketable shape,\nI if fed freely, and at least five times\n1 a day.\nThere is nothing like going to market with attractive goods. Kggs\nshould be cleau and in tidy packages;\nbut do not make a rule of washing\nthem, Tor it takes away the appearance of freshness. If the soiled spots\nare wiped off \"before they become\nstains, nothing else is required.\nGive the hens all possible freedom,\nand there will be less trouble with\nsoft shelled eggs, and less danger of\ntheir being eaten. The exercise and\nthe lime the fowls pick up, in various\nforms, aro both essential in overcoming these troubles.\nIf the hens stop lading at this season of the year, as is uot unusual, a\nchange of feed for a lew days will\noften stajt them into business again.\nAlways, aad with any variety of hens,\nvariety la feed brings the best results.\nAppetites aa*e renewed aud new elements supplied.\nEdward Atkinson says that the\nproduct of the boa miues is greater iu\nvalue thau the product of the iron\nfuruaces ; is about twice the value of\nthe wool product, amd threo or four\ntiuie-s the value of our output of silver. While tho mines of silver own\nthe Senators, be asks wbo crows for\nthe Amoriciwi hen in the balls of Congress.\nAa a usual thing, scalded chickens\nsell best to the home trade, and dry\npiucked to shippers. Dry picking Is\nmore eahily done while their bodies\naXO ploymenc You work ln tho locality\nv. here you live. Send us your address and we\nwill explain thebustnQPB, Writo to-day.\nThe Queen Sllvorware Co., Montreal,\nA GREAT WO Kit SOON Til UK ISM'till.\n\" Sllluantlilt 111 Enrupe,\" hy .luMiali Allen'.\nWlto,;\nWill lie published early lu .November,\numl will be sold only by subscription\nthrough our specially appointed\nagents, Sixty thousand copies ol\n\"Samantha\" at the World's Fair\nwero sold In twelve months. One hundred thousand of this new work\nwill be sold iu tho same length of\ntime. Write at once for particulars.\nApplications for torrltory treated in\norder received.\nFUNK & WA13NA1.LS CO.,\nNo. 11 Richmond street, Toronto.\n$150 For an Old Canadian Stamp,\nEvery Canadian Stamp used between ISSl\nand 1895 U valuable and worth from luo. to f,lau\neaoh. 1 buy any quantity, ou thc original cover*1\nproforred; also all other kinds of atampB,\nparticularly thonc collected 25 years ago. Send\ntor price list to C. A. NEKUHAM, 651 Main\nytreet East, Hamilton, OdU\nOLD CANADIAN POSTAGE STAMPS.\nPARTIES HAVINQ OLD LETTERS In\noriKlnal envelopes of tlio dates 1851 io 1870 with\npostnyo stamps thereon will got sood prices for\nthe Btaiups by applying to Box 1U5. Hamilton,\nOntario,\nAdams' Tutti Frutti\naids digestion.\nSave coupons inside of wrappers.\nChildren Shrink\nfrom taking- medicine. They\ndon't like its taste. But they are\neager to take what they like-\nScott's Emulsion, for instance.\nChildren almost always like\nScott's Emulsion.\nAud it docs them good.\nScott's Emulsion is the easiest,\nmost palatable form of Cod-liver\nOil, with the Ilypophosphitcs of\nLime and Soda added to nourish\nthe bones and tone up the nervous system. The way children gain flesh and strength on\nScott's Emulsion is surprising\neven to physicians.\nAll delicate children need it.\nDon't bo pemtadtd to accept et substitute!\nScott it Brno, Belleville 50c. and fi.\nTUCKETT'S\nT&B\nMAHOGANY\nIs the clennest and best,\nASK YOUR DEALER FOR IT.\nManufactured by the Geo. E. Tuckett\n& Son Company, L't'd.\nHamilton, Ontario.\nHOR TWENTY-FIVE YEARS.\nDUNNS\nBAKING\nPOWDER\nTHECOOK'SBEST FRIEND\nLARGEST SALE IN CANADA.\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDs-a'BK'iai'ire!!*'^\nWHO WOULD\nSUFFER\nThe excruciating Pain of\nRHEUMATISM OR NEURALGIA\nWhon you enn buy a bottle of\nEBY'S RHEUMATOLE\nFor 25 conts and have Immediate relief.\nSOLD BY DRUGGISTS.\n\sasstEnauvnrti.t. mamas\nFAKMS FOB. SALE.\nFOR SALE-The most profitable Iruit\nand farm lands In tlio world, $4 tier\naure up, easy payments. Mercury seldom reaches the freezing point or ua\nhigh as 1)0 degrees. Send for maps\nand farm facts describing the Garden\nSpot of tho Union. Cash and Luekel.\nHouston or flalveston, Texas, D.\nS. A.\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDJOUTtlLBN MANITOBA FAli.M.-\n820 acres\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDfor sale, chenp; fivo dollars an aero and no cash required It\nsecurity given; near Carmen and Miami ; write quickly If you want It, to\nthe Etna Life Oflice, Toronto.\nFABMH, MILLS, MERCHANDISE,\nHOTELS, ETC.,\nFor sale and exchange.\nJoseph Pollard, Jun., Washington,\nIowa.\nKIC11 FLOKIDA LAN11S-A11O0T\nforty-six hours from Toronto; ln\nhealthiest part ol State; yielding two\nor three crops yearly i low prices ;\neasy terms. For particular*, apply\nto W. J. FENTON, 2011 Church street,\nToronto.\n10,000 ACRES\nOf tho bent lands in Michigan, at from 82 to tl\nporacro. Situated in foureountien, on and near\ntho Michigan Central, Detroit, Alpena <\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD Loon\nLake Railways:\nEASY TERMS AND BEST TITLES,\nNow is the timo to buy.\nAddroea R. M, Pierce; West Ba.y City, Aticb\nior Ja W. Curtis, Whittemore Mioh. ,\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD MRS. WINSLOW'S nw**1\n- FOR CHILDREN TEETHING \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nI tor \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD!\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD byiU Urtl-RUU, **\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD'> I'cnun bottle, j\nvi PISO'S* GURE* POR\nH'\nCONSUMPTION MfaVJBlti&jthW\nHAKES 1 BUSINESS OF DRINKING,\nA New York Doctor Who Spends His\nLifo Absorbing Alcohol.\nAB OMNIVOROUS DRINKER\n\"There is a former physician living\nin this city whose present occupation\nIs thut of scientific dipsomaniac. He is\na Scotchman about GO years old and\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD lives in a quiet uptown flat on the\nwest side.\n'. He. camo tu this country UO years\nago,*.uad practiced 'medicine successfully for fifteen years ia Sun Francisco. It was there that lie developed\nhis extraordinary appetite for new\nsensations In the form of liquid stimulants. The doctor lias never been\nmarried, and when lie had accumulated what he thought sufficient wealth\nto enable him to live well and indulge\nhis pcculalr appetite lie migrated\neast, and lias resided in tliis city at\nintervals sine** theu.\nEvery pursuit has had to give way\nto his hobby. He does not practice\n., his profession aay more, except at\nrare Intervals, when he will attend\nto one of his few old and favored\nfriends.\n. Dr. Wattson Is a short, slout man,\nwith a round face and short curly\nhair, whicli has once been yellow. It\nis now mostly gray. His little bluo\neyes have tl' shrewd twinkle iu spite\nof his years of inebriation. His hands\nare short and pudgy, with fingers\nlike bunches of bananas. He has a\nqueer habit of closing and unclosing'\nthem wliile talking.\nWEDDED TO THE HABIT.\nLike all eccentric beings, lie hates\nnotoriety, and it wns with difficulty\nthnt he was Induced to talk about\nhimself a few days ago.\n\"Probably somo one else will give\nyou a fantastic account of me if I\ndon't talk myself,\" he said, \"so I will\ntell you anything you want to know,\nprovided you don't ask mc for reasons'. That annoys me.\n\"Travelling was the cause of my\nmaking a study of inebriation,\" continued the doctor, \"and that is the\nonly why or wherefore you! will get.\"\nHere he clutched convulsively at\nnothing.\n\"When a young maa I waa a ship's\nsurgeon, and have visited many countries.\n\"I have drunk arrack with Malays\nand Hindoos, koumiss with Tartars,\neaten hasheesh witli Persians \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD and\nsmoked opium witli Chinese, from\nmandarins to coolies.\n\" No matter how backward in the\nmarch of civilization any race may\nbe, they have all heen ablo to evolve\nsomo method o( muking fluids of a\nmore cheering nature than water.\nTho aborigines of Australia, the Pacific islanders, and even the Uttle\ntroglodytes of Central Africa have\nall got tlielr special firewater. I\nhave tried them all and believe I\nhave experienced more varied sensa-\n, tions in the use of intoxicants than\nany living man.\"\nThis was said in a quietly triumphant manner, such as a modest' man\nwould uso In announcing that ho had\nannexed tho north pole or some\nequally useful article.\nWhen asked If he felt no 111 effects\nfrom his prolonged course of \" experiments,'' us he calls his never-ending\ndrunks, he replied:\n\" No. Science teaches us that the\nuse of any alcoholic liquor ln large\nquantities and for long periods ls\ninjurious. Experience shows this to\nbe true ln the thousands of instances,\nbut the accepted theories are all\nwrong In my case.\nDOESN'T. GET BEASTLY DRUNK.\n\" Of course, I do uot get into a\nstato of beastly drunken Insensibility while pursuing my studies,\" continued the Ilttlo doctor, rapidly making clutches at handfuls of air as he\nspoke. \"My plan ls to take things\neasy and to get nil possible pleasure\nout of every mouthful of whatever I\ndrink.\"\nThis strange man Indulges In solitary orgies, which generally last six\nor seven days. During that time he\nlocks himself ln his bedroom and will\nnot seo or even.spenk to anyone.\n\" Won't yoii loo*k, at my den 7\"\nasked thc scientific drunkard, working his fat fingers rapidly. He led the\nway into an Inner room.\nIt was fitted as a bedroom, with\nadditions. A narrow tablo stood by\ntho side of tho bed. Bewildering numbers of bottles stood on tho table.\nWines In great quantities and of all\ndescriptions were there. Bare old\nport and claret. Hungarian wines in\n.strange-looking flagons, aged Ciilunti\nand Lachryniu Christl could all ho\nseen. Thero were also spirits of\nevery kind, from tho various brands\nof whiskey,.. brandy, rum and schnapps to arrack and other fiery products of aula's ingenuity in devising\nmeans to get drunk. Other bottles\nheld bitters, tonics and materials for\ntho concoction of mixed and fancy\ndrinks, Kvery bottle, except those\nused for mixing drinks, had a long\ntube and moutlipieco .attached to\nIts neck. ,\n\" This is where I conduct my experiments,\" ho said, as lie chuckled and\nmade frantic grabs at the atmosphere,\nseemingly delighted at the thoughts\nof past and future revels.\nETHER tiltlNIUNG IS FASCINATING\nHe then went on to explain that he\nnever rises from his couch when engaged in his researches. The various\ntubes enabled him to absorb his beloved nectars Just as comfortably as\na child draws Its refreshment from a\nnursing bottle.\n\" Tho most Interesting of all branches of drinking,\" Bald the doctor, \"ls\nether Intoxication as practised in the\nnorth of Ireland. Ether is one of the\nproducts of the large distilleries\nthere, and, being easily proourod by\nthe workmen, Is largely used Instead\nof spirits.\n\" It is preferred to whiskey because\na man can get comfortably drunk\nand sober again on ether 'in two\nhours. This enables one to have six\ngood times in twelve hours, a thing\nnot attainable by other means.\"\nReplying to a question ns to the\nmanner in whicli ether Is used, he\nsaid:\n: \" Tliey drink .It. Inhalation would\nproduce anesthesia. The effect when\nswallowed*is rfulte different; It Is a\nstrung stimulant; its nauseous taste\nis the principal objection to its use,\nand I don't, drink much of it.\n\" Still, if tt were possible to hnve\nits effects combined, with the delicious\nflavors of some\" rare old wines the\nresult would be perfect. I nm preparing for a series ot experiments\nwith that end in view.\"\nThis eccentric man imagines he ls\ndoing a great work, nnd makes copious notes nfter each luxurious drinking bout.\nHis Intellect does not appear to be\naffected ln other ways, and his conversation Ir most relined and brU-\nllnnt.-N. V. World.\nVES, ASK PAPA.\nSometinifK Ilic Tuna I, Not Fa-iy to Ihc\nVomit; tfallow,\nHowever much nerve n young man\nmust possess beforo he can ask a lady\nto become his wife, it certainly requires more for him to work himself\nup to that pitch where he can unblush-\nIngly ask her father for his consent\nin the matter. Ono Sunday night lost\nsummer Bugby was drawing near the\nabode of his affianced when he saw\nher father ln the garden. What better\nopportunity would ever present itself? With.a trembling step and a\ngiddy brain he approached to within\nten feet of where the old gentleman\nwas seated, and gasped, \" Please, sir.\"\nThe person addressed made no re-\nspouse, if n force-pump of forty\nhorse.power had been ejecting hot\nblood into Bugby's hoad it could not\nhave felt worse. He moved forward\nabout two Inches. \"Please, I\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDI \"\nThis was as far as he got, for his\ntongue seemed to be about as thioK\nas a .London fog. The person addressed did n|Dt seem to move a;\nmuscle. Bugby moistened his feverish\ntongue, and then began where he left\nolf, \"I love yo\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\". He could proceed no farther. Composing himself\na little by a desperate effort he\nbegan nt the beginning\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\" Please sir,\nI love your daughter and \" This\nwas about one-third of what he had\nto say, but It seemed far less, there\nwas so mueh remaining. It was now\ngetting quite dark. The old gentleman's Indifference made Bugby more\ndesperate, and he determined to finish\nwhat he had to say, come life or\ndeath. \" Please, sir, 1 love your\ndaughter, and wish to make her my\nwife. Do you give your consent?\"\nAnd with the question he rushed forward and flung himself on his knees\nbefore the old gentleman. Just then\na gust of wind came along, and the\nold gentleman, who proved to be a\nscarecrow placed there to frighten the\nbirds from some strawberries, fell\nover on Bugby and nearly frightened\nhim to death, for he thought that\ntho parent of his adored was so\niwratlilul at his presumption that he\nwas intent upon making mincemeat of\nher suitor. After a furious struggle\nwith his foe had proceeded for Bome\nminutes, Bngby rolling about and getting covered with mud, he discovered\nthe real nature of his antagonist, and\nsadly picked up his hat and went\nhome. Bugby is still unmarried.\nONE WAT OF FINDING A SCOTSMAN\nIt ls related of a successful Glasgow\nmerchant that, sight-seeing ln Paris\nonce, he lost his way. For a considerable time he wandered about\ntrying to got bock to his hotel. The\nhours went by. He never could speak\nFrench, and his Glasgow English only\nbrought a smile and a shake of the\nhead.\n\" Oh for a body wl a guid Scotch\ntongue in his head!'' he sighed.\nThen come a \"happy thought.'' By\nsigns he bought a basket, measure,\nand berries of a trim Frenchwoman,\nand, shouldering the stock, went\nalong the street shouting:\n\"'Fine grossets, a bawbee the pine;\nfine grossets, a bawbee the pine.'\nTlie crowd laughed at the mad Briton, but the familiar cry soon brought\nsome Scotsmen on the scene, and the\nmerchant was able to retire, from\nbusiness and smoke his pipe in the\nbosom of his family, thankful that he\nhad found real Scotsmen ln his hour\nof need.\nPAYING A CHCECH DEBT.\nA Presbyterian Church, at a place\nnot far from Glasgow, was ln debt,\nand the minister's stipend was a\ngradually vanishing quantity. The\ntraveller of an enterprising sonp\nfirm, hearing of the financial straits\nto which this particular congregation was reduced, proposed that aa\nadvertisement extolling tho merits of\nhis special make of soap should be\nput In some conspicuous place In\nfront of the gallery of tho church. In\nreturn for this publicity, tho firm offered to give tho congregation 1*100\nne year for five yoars. Tlio proposal\nwas gravely debated by tho eldors anil\nminister of the congregation, wlio\nfinally agreed to accept tho offer.\nA KEEN-SCENTED DOC.\nA German sportsman oncn snid to\na well-known Scotch baronet: \"Talk-\ntug about dogs with keen scent, I have\none ln Germany that will conipni'0\nfavorably with any you have in England.\" \" Very remarkable dog, 1\nsuppose?'* yawned tbo listener. \"I\nshould sny so. Tlio day after I left\nhomo ho broko his chain, and, although I had heen away for hoars,\nhe tracked me and found mo merely by\nscent. What do you think of that?1'\n\"I think you ought to take a bath,'\nreplied the Caledonian, turning calmly away.\nAN EASY TASK.\nCotton may be distinguished from\nlinen when one is buying handkerchiefs\nby moistening the tip ol the finger and\npressing to the handkerchief. If it\nwets through at once it ls linen, while\nIf any cotton enters Into its manufacture it will take several seconds to\nwet through the threads. Also ln\nlinen the threads are more uneven\nthan ln cotton.\nINDICTED AS A COMMON SCOLD.\nHlaa Jacnuea, of Weatueld, Will be Sentenced on Saturday.\nMiss Esther F. Jacques, the oldest\ndaughter of Mr. and Mrs. John D.\nJacques, of Westfield, N. J\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD looks like\nanything but a cuuimun 6Cold, yet\nthat is the charge made against her\nin an indictment lound by the Union\ncounty grand Jury.\nShe Is, says the New York Herald,\nof medium height, has dark hair, is of\nslender build nnd good iuu-kiiiL, und Is\nsaid to be about 30 years old. The\nJacques family, father, and mother\nand the two daughters, live ln a large,\ncomfortable looking square frame\nhouse ln ProBpect street, which stands\nln a cluster of trees and has trailing\nvines about its front nnd side. It\nstands about forty feet from the road\nand is probably forty feet distant Irom\ntho houses on either side and perhaps\none hundred nnd thirty leet Irom the\nhouses opposite. '\nMiss Jacques wns arraigned in the\nUnion County Court, ln Elizabeth, on\nTuesday, nnd, although sho declared\nherself not guilty, she pleaded non\nvult rather than submit to a trial ol\nthe case. Saturday wus set down as\nthe tline to sentence her, and every*\nUoily in and nr.rtind Edzabejth and\nWestfield is wondering what her punishment will be.\nWhen I called on Mr. Conant last\nnight he said: \" I must say It got beyond endurance. .It was simply the\nnoise and annoyance of Miss Esther's\nvoice when there was trouble ln the\nJacques household. What the trouble\nwas I don't 'know. I am sorry the\nmatter has gone eo far. I didn't expect there would be any time made\nabout it, else I would not have acted.\nThe family ls an old ono here and a\nfine one.\"\nAfter I had rung the bell of the\nJacques house a dozen times a tall,\nwhite-haired woman opened the door.\n\" Miss Esther ls not at home,\" she\nsaid. \" Yes, I am her mother, but I\nwill say nothing about this matter.\nMy daughter asked me to keep\nsilence.\"\nProhibition ln Portland Town.\nThe Portland Press states that the\nclergymen of that city are' preparing\nto enforce the prohibitory law. Our\ncontemporary is \"glad to see it,\" but\nthinks alter a few months' experience they will have gained knowledge\nthat will make thein more charitable\nto the public authorities. It says a\ngood many of them now talk as if\nthe suppression of the liquor traffic\nwas the easiest thing imagiaable.\nAfter a few months' experience tliey\nwill have discovered what the Hon.\nCharles F, Libby\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDa gentleman to\nwhom they accord the credit, and\nrightly, too, of doing his best to enforce the law\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDdiscovered, that they\nhave perhaps changed the form- somewhat of the liquor traffic, but not\nsuppressed It, nor indeed much diminished it. After five years of tbe\nmost vigorous prosecution of tlie liquor sellers of Portland town Mr.\nLibby lound .what V Let him tell in\nhis own words:\n\"I found that I had driven out of\nbusiness one set of men, and another\nset of men hud cume ia ; and so far\nas I could Judge from my experience\ntho last set ol men engaged in the\nbusiness was worse than the) first set\nwho were driven out. In uddition to\nthat I found thut when tho law was\nvery stringently enforced it created\na demand Ior club houses, nnd I\nfound that young men were establishing club rooms here in the city,\nand not only did they become places\nwhere drinking was carried on. but\ngot to be gambling places. I found\nthat, while I was driving the liquor\nout of ordinary shops wnere it had\nbeen sold I was driving it Into the\nhouses and kitchens where the children of the family who up to that time\nnever saw It, were accustomed then\nto see tt dealt out In that surreptitious munner. The rigid enforcement\not thc law introduced also the system of pocket peddling, something wo\nnever had in the city before. Not\n11, ' thai, but 1 found that perjury\nwas becoming remarkably common ,n\ntht courts.\"\nf'thtequently Mr. Libby was Mayor\not th- city, and It is generally auimt-\nteil that lie enforced the law the :.s\nvigorously and impartially as wis\npossl * What did he find this cinie?\nHe' ound himself defeated for reelection fiy about 800 majority.\nHOUSEKEEPERS SHOULD TRY.\nSteaming an old lowl before roasting, not adding thd stuffing until it\ngoes to tlie oven, but putting a few\nsticks ot celery inside to flavor it.\nKeeping steel knives from meting by\ndipping in strong soda water, wiping,\nrolling In flannel and laying in a placo\nto dry.\nSweetening wooden or iron ware by\nscalding ia iiot water and hay.\nThree teaspoonfuls of kerosene in\nthe boiler in washing clothes.\nAdding a little vinegar to the water\nIn whicli salt fish is cooked.\nSoaking black calico lu salt water\nbefore washing.\nWashing uu Ink stain In strong salt\nwater; then sponging with lemon\nJuice.\nSimmering rice flour und water together for a cement.\nA canton flannel knife caso stitched\nInto compartment...\nFor disagreeable odors, a pinch of\nsulphur on a hot stove.\nA littio copperas water and salt ln\nwhitewash.\nSoaking salt fish in sour milk to\nfreshen them.\nA palette knife for scraping kettles.\nA clam shell for scraping kettles.\nCovering a dish tnblo with zinc.\nFor sewer gas, chloride of lime.\nCayenne pepper for ants,\nA GENEROUS BEQUEST.\nA husband, feeling his end approach,\nsent for a solicitor to moke his will.\nV I leave my wile a life interest in\na hundred thousand francs.'\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\n\" Very good ; hut If sho marries\nagain ?'\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD i\n\" In that case, I'll make it two hundred thousand. It is not Tor her,\nhowever\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDI leave It to her husband.\nPoor fellow; it will be hard-enrned\nmoney !'\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDIllustrazione Popolare.\nFOOTBALL AS PLATED TO-DAY.\nHarmful and Daniorallxlug to Sludeiii*.\nand Leads All Sport, ln Falalitlea.\nSo far as the brutality of football\nis concerned tliere can no longer lie\ntwo sides to the question, writes Edward W. Bok in November Lndles'\nHome Journal. The most uncompromising advocates of the game have\nconceded the fact. If one game ol\ncollege football differs from another\nit Is purely aad simply in Its degree\nof brutality. How disastrous and\nfatal were these displays last year\nwijl be brought home more directly\nto people when by carefully computed\nfigures It ls shown that forty-six\ndeaths resulted last year from collegiate gaaies of tuotliall within a short\nperiod of four months. No record has,\nof course, been 'kept of broken ears,\nlost visions and other disfigurements.\nAmi a mutter of fact, thero is no sport\npractised by any civilized nation which\ncan equal a record of forty*slx deaths\nIn four uionthB. . . . When we regard tho effects upon tho players we\nmeet a condition of things equally\nserious. Leaviug the physical Injuries\nentirely out of the question, the game\nof football, as It Is played to-day, Is\nan absoluto detriment tu the mental\ndevelopment of those who participate\nin It. I have, during tho past six\nmonths, been nt some pains to carefully inquire into tho class standings\nof the men who comprise college football teams, and the results were interesting. In two oases I found that\nthe majority of the football players\nstood' ainong tho lowest in their\nclasses, while ln the other two Instances the. same tact was true of\none-half of the members of the tenons.\n..... Furthermore, the so-called\n\" tame\" which is bestowed upon these\ncollege football players Is directly Injurious. Their lives are exploited, their\nportraits nre printed, their every\nmovement ls chronicled until the subjects are made to feel a prominence\nwhich Is at once preposterous and\nabsurd. Before a boy Is hardly out of\nhis fitting school he Ib spoiled with\na misplaced Importance ol himself and\na mistaken \" fame,\" the evil effects\nof which he carries with him through\nhis life. , . . \"Nor Is the effect on\nother students a wholesome one. It\nrequires a stronglytbalanced mind,\nsuch ns Is rarely given to a growing\nboy, for a young mnn to pursue a\ncraving for knowledge when all\naround him he hears .nothing but\nfootball talk, and sees the men next\nto him become the talk of the country. It strikes for him, at the very\noutset ot his career, a false note.\n1KKAKS OF .MKMOKV.\nEffects of Disease aud Dronfeenneaaon Tbat\nFaculty.\nThe most singular cases of memory-\nloss are In connection with language.\nIt is quite common in our hospitals\nto see a sick German unable to speak\na word ol the language he had\nthoroughly mastered.\nA very singular Instance of this Is\nreported from New York. Many years\nago a Doctor Scandelll died in a hospital In that city. When first admitted ho conld only speak in English ; as the illness progressed he forgot that language and could now\nonly converse in French; but on the\nday of his death another change occurred, and lie could speak nothing\nbut his own language\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDItalian,\nMany varieties of this loss of memory of words exist. A clergyman,\nsome time ago*, lost all recollection ot\nwords; but he could still remember\nthe letters of which they were composed, and could express his ideas\nfreely by spelling the worda.\nAn officer suffered from, a slight attack of apoplexy, and, as a result,\nforgot all bnt a very tew words.\nWhen he tried to speak he merely\nuttered nonsense; but If a book or\nmanuscript were handed to him he\nread It with perfect propriety.\nOne of the moet extraordinary ot\nall memory losses Is waen a person\nforgets how to write with the right\nhand, but still has the power to do\nso with his left hand. In such a case,\nafter he has written with hla left\nhand the desired sentence, he can\ncopy It with his right hand.\nWhen the memory of words Ib gradually lost It invariably progresses\nin one particular order.strango to say,\nFirst the proper names go, then proper nouns, then adjectives, and this\nstage ls followed by the (allure of the\npower to recollect events. Very many\npeople Suffer from the first degree-\nexcessive smokers, for Instance, It ls\nsaid, sometimes find It difficult to\nrecall proper names.\nDrunkenness ls a well known cause,\nand there ls the very curious case of\na man who mislaid a package while\ndrunk, forgot where he had put It\nwhen sober, and had to get drunk\nagnln to find It.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDSt. James'Gazette.\nA HEALTHY NOSE;\nFew Imagine tlie Importance a\nhealthy uusu bears to the general\nhealth, yet ili.-i-.nise uf this organ is\ncapable of sending its ownor to an\nearly grave. The nuse In Natures re-\ni spirator; It warms, moistens and\npurifies tlio air we breathe, preventing not only throat disease, but lung,\nbronchial ami gastric disturbance,\nWhich, in susceptible subjects, and after prolonged omission to breathe\nthrough the nose, may lend to pthtsls,\nMany Infantile complaints are due to\nnasal obstruction, such as \" adenoid\ngrowth,\"- whicli ea uses the child to\npractice oral breathing, especially at\nnights. Adults suffer equally as\nmueh, not only by taking cuius, but la\nsuffering from Incurable, ukin disease,\ndue to mild chronic inflammatory condition of ttie nose. This condition interferes with the due circulation of\nlymph, and will thus aflect the nutrition of tbe cerebral lobes, setting up\npains, giddiness, want of mental concentration, and many minor nervous\nsymptoms, wrongly attributed to\ncerebral disease. The eyes, the ears\nand the sensory and motor nerve centres\" are all affected by a healthy\nnose, yet many persons go through\nlife Witli nasal disease, never attempting to tetter It becauso there Is no\nactual pair-.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDLennox.\nAn American, dressed in broad\nchecked clothing to look like an Englishman, Is very much like a board\nhouse painted In squares to simulate\nbrown stone.\nHOW I UOT AINT A GAL.\nWhin Biddy lei' my ole Aunt Sail,\nSho writ t.'r me an' sod:\n(That's Aunty did) I've lus' my gnl,\nFlu' ino a'mitlier, Ned.\nI got 'or letter Monday noon,\nIt s'prlsod mo orful, too,\nI set nu' thought: Gosh, purty soon\nI knowed Jes wat ter do.\nFer Susan Lopheel was th' ow\nAs Jos' 'ud suit Aunt Sail,\nSko'd do 'er duBtin' on th' run,\nUthout a breathin' spell.\nHumily! Woll, I should say she war?\nWot did thet signify ?\nAll freckled hup, an' red 'er ba'r-\nBut couldu't sho jes' fly !\nEf eny onc should know 'er wrll,\nI reckoned I'ze th' Ind;\nI'd courted Susan, fer a spell,\nYos, I'll own hup, 1 'ad.\nBat Jes' fer pas' time, course ye fenow,\nIntontions wasn't meant,\nSo ovor thar, 1 guessed I go,\nBy olo Aunt Sally sent.\n50 n'tor I 'ad eat my pie,\nI shambled tor th' shed,\nTor run th' buggy eout an Si\nYells, \"Whar' yl goin', Ned'.'\"\n\" 0,\" boz I kinder careless like'/\n\"1 thort I'd drivo th' colt,\"\n51 latfed an' winked, then snys, \" All\nright,\nTako care 'e dosen' holt.\"\nAn' so I botched 'im up, an' soon\nOut on th' road I war,\nA-goln' tor Bee If sho war hum,\nTh' gal '1th th' red ha'r.\nTh' door wuz opened by Su's mar\nSho didnt' know me firs',\nAn' while she sized me up, 0 .law ,\nI thort my 'art ad burs'.\nSho wnsen' hansomo by long sight,\nBut ugly like ns Bin,\n\"Is Sally hum ?\" sho answers right,\n\"I guess so, jes' step in.\"\nWall, purty soon In walked ole \"Sn,\"\nAll grins nnd freckles, see?\n\"Why, Ned, Ned Jenkins, how de dor\nI'd re'ly no ide'e\nThot It uz you, take off yu' hat,\nAn' resit fer a spell.\"\n\"O, no,\" sez I, \"I guesB thet\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDthet\nWe'd better drive awhile.\"\nOn goes her hat, an' out we go' '\nTo drive along the road,\nAn* a'ter we 'ad neared a field'\nWhar alder bushes growed,\nI thort it war a flttln' plnctf\nFer me ter ease my 'art,\nSo, gazin' Beared like In 'er face,\nI says, \"Say, Sue, don't start\nAn' grow pale like they dew in booka,\nI Jes' come up ter-doy\n(I give 'er 'ere some more queer looks)\nTer take yer far away.\"\nI 'ad ter 'ong ter thet blamed ccfl\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nAn' tug ter beat ther band,\nFer H th' beggar'd ever bolt,\nWhar would th' riders land 7\n\"I want yer fer ter come\"\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDWhoa,\nBUI !-\n\"An' live 'ith\"\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDWhoa, thar, boy I\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nI yanked th' lines an' Susan\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDwell\nShe cln.pt 'er 'anils fer Joy,\nJes' then thet boy colt stood \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDtm*\nstill,\nAn\" me 'n Susan flew\nTl'ar over neebor Casey's hill.\nAn' Ut whar thistles grew.\nI Jes' a,bout mnde up my mind\nTo swear a WB oath thin,\nBut heartn* some one groan behind,\nI swallowed It ag'in.\nJes' 'ere th' thistles brought 'cr +o,\nAn', risln' tew 'er feet,\nShe snjys, \"Dear Ned, I'll go with J0\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nAn' be yer wlfey Bweet.\"\nGreat Scott! I stopped from plotkW\ntbem\n'Ere thistles from my pants,\nAn' stammered, \"All right, Sue; alien?;\nWe'll live down at my aunt's-.\"\nI knowed she loved me, an' I'm Jee'\nSol'* hearted as a gal,\nAn' so I tlhort it 'ud be bes'\nTew make sure fer Aunt Sail.\nA BOON TO THE WORLD.\nIt is reported that Professor Stuart,\nof the University of Sydney, has invented nn artificial larynx, and that\nit has been tried with Buccesu upon a\nman who hnd lost his voice. The\nmochnnism can be regulated bo as to\ninn'-to the voice soprano, tenor, contralto or bass, at will. It Is sincerely\nto be hoped that the managers ot\nccrtnin companies on the road will lay\nIn a liberal supply of theso articles\nfor \" artists\" who have no voice, but\nendeavor to sing for thc public.\n(-\nf\nA CASE OF CRUELTY.\n\"Marry you?\" sbo shld, provokiug-\nly, \"why, you nre nothing but a\nchild.\"\n\"Then I ean have you arrested,\" he\nsold.\n\"Arrested Ior what?\"\n\"For cruelty to children,\" he paid,\nami she collapsed.\nSPOILED Till*. FIGURE.\nWhyte\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDDon't yuu think Browi\nu good descriptive writer'.'\nBlack\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDYes, generally, but he m\nmi.sta.kes sometimes.\nWhyte\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDFor Instance?\nBlack\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDWell, ho was writing .*\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nnaval battle once and he said\n300 brave sailors on tlie ilofeateit\nsel bit the dust.\n;l rt\nthai\nves-\nNO COMPANION FOR HIM.\n' Johnny,\" called his mother, \"nui*\ni using thnt bad language.\"\n\" Why,\" replied tho boy, \" Shs-kc-\nI epearo said what I lust did.\"\n\" Well,\" replied tho mother, growing Infuriated, \" you sliould quit goittst\nwith him\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDhe's no companion for joa.\nDENTISTRY.\nPatient\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDWhat do you charge IW\nextracting a tooth ?\nQuack\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDTwenty-five cents, mnd.-vro.\nFatacnt\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDWhy, how enn you affpro\nto do ft so cheaply?\nQuack\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDOh, I have a pull, you knew.\nI\nWe Imitate only what we better*\nand admire.\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDWlllmott. G. A. McBain &, Ca, Real Estate Brokers, Nanaimo, B.C.\nLATE LOCALS.\nJoseph McPhee left for Victoria on Fri\n(Jay,\nAt LeUer** ymi will find some fine\nChilliwuck cheeae.\nWillard, the hurnes-i roaker dve*-* gT****-\nwork, and sells at rea-oi.able rate*.\nA. Lindsay jr left on the Joan Friday,\nfor Californu.\nMiss Nash' stock -if seasonable millinery has arrived, also a large variety of\nfancy articles.\nFrog in yrur thrnit ii a*i inslant-menu*-\nremedy for colds and -.uie throat to be\nfound at \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD. Pimljnrv & Co's.\nLovers pay sw-etTi/Mrts compliments;\nhusbands pay fives' bills. Which do\nprefer ?\nFok Rl'NT \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD Threo ntce,w.irm rooms.\nEnquire of K. I'. lul wards\nWill a woman nover find out she loves\na man until his engagement is announced\nto another woman ?\nMr. Rite, nur pnstnv strr reached Sew\nYork citv on Snturdav anrl will sail 'or\nLiverpool Der, 71b 011 the steamship Lu\ncania uf tin; Cunard line.\nWANTED:\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD A strong farm h*->rsf\ at\na moderate price. Proposals marked\n\"Morse' may be left, at Tm*: Ni:\v-s office.\n2 \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD 15U\nMalcolm Williams while out hunting\non Friday got Inst nnd remained out all\nnight in the woods over near the Coin te\nnav Kiver. He was discovered by a\nrescuing pany the next morning.\nOn Friday evening at the Epworth\nLeague meeting a paper will be read bv\nMr. N\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDlsnn nn The Ideal Man, folio-veil\nbv discussion. An evening wilh Shakes*\npear the following Friday evening.\nMr. Leonard Frank, manager of the\nwell known tailoring establishment of\nCeo. H. Jack-on, Victoria, It. C, is still\nat the Cumberland hotel and will remain\nuntil Friday Dec. 6th.\nThe Japs who exhibited battle scenes\nat Piket's Hall, Thursday evening did not\ncatch Friday's train tn season and so had\nto remain over although they had advertised to exhibit Friday evening in Nanaimo\nBedroom suites, bedsteads, ma'trass****,\ncrockery, &c iSfcc. ;it half price at Chenev's\nauction rooms. All kinds of furniture\nbought (tr sold on commission.\nThe organ recital at Trinity Eptscnp il\nchurch Sunday evening was well attended and excited most favorable comment\nIndeed we have attended many paid con\ncerts in this town which while excelling\nin quantity did not approach it inf quality,\nWe trust these monthly recitals will be\ncontinued.\nMrs. Wm. O'T HI is prepared to give\norgan and pianoforte les-nm*., both vocal\nand instrumental, to elementary and advanced pupils.\nTHK FAMOUS NEW DOCK\n\"DABKNE89 AND DAYLIGHT\"\n- OR -\nLights at*a BLadovis sf Kar, Yoik I..V*.\n11 thi*5* nnw nmi nuwhly Hluft+rttml v nrlt\na Loiilrt L'liri-1-.ia'i \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD man ii-lln the thrilling\nhht> ot h*r pvrm.iid i*x|j\"iicn\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD in'iofpel,\ntfni]i*-runt*e. miaciiiii. mihI re-cue work iu a\nUrea', cry. No recent publication ia n iw\n1'iiiiiiuirntiiUi Ht) illUlMl Htlentl'in ?*i tha Jowoub uupttu; i'.\n(i.vHH Rl*riKiDg t'-t-tirnoui a uf tlm redeunted;\nunit from all them rich and varied txper \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nf-ncnait drawn living truth* fur heal aid\nheart that met w. r u to auy reader tt-Uliiii'-n\nih\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD) i rice of the book, Mrs. Oamp wll1.-*\nacco iiit of reucuo work In full ut Hinder-'\n-u-ly totiuiiiilg m-ideu-s $.ranger \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDt \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD h-h\nare here to.rl than rninince tv, r dieiint-d\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDf, every oae f*f them itr-iw 1 io m real ole\nhy a woti.au'-- hand. Iu every ch-i-jitr --he\nwe v 'it 111 aiu-ciiote after anecdote, luuxlt-fut\nat vr incident, utor/ after n nr , not tt e\nread r*M attention id held itreuthl m tit the\nemi ot the vulutiit-e. *\S-raii|i' Imt mm-t\naugne-tivejs the'ae',\" iaya K nl op I 'oxo\ni-t wa'nily eomniendieg tlita volt.tntit, -ithat\n('hri-!t ia to h-j visitid in tloce dtuti und\n-liven; there are tho.* ft whom He will bir\nin mi'id w'ien Honajt*: \"V\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD vi i*e.t 111 \"j\nor. wheu Km trayat \"'Ve ilid ic nut to Me.''\nttev. Dr. Lvmati Altbott'a lite long\nin'ereMt iu Cay MiH-iou work, ami In*.\npenonal share iu that wor't, pieitnineutly\nti ted him to write for thi*) book. Iu hia\niiitrndnutioii to is he t-a/Hi \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD'My iutereat in tho*.* ub-sea of city IKe\nda e< from my eolh*i*e da-a. Fioiii that\nday to ih h\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDovf.u a thiui* ov a OKSTUKV\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDI have con iuued Lhe ntu ilea iheo Iwgda,\natol t e -m-'jeet of thi-i hook ha-t Iih-11 oub of\nthe great- siiMjvutJ of my h',iiil)--*(nut*tunea\niu I'tci-aiur , often 111 lift.\"\nNo nppeal from temper m< cailvnci-'ea can\ndo uiftn* tn prom--*.*- th-s ciu-m of CetWpdr*\nance thau the thrilling iicit.iea and inoide Oa\nno well dettwri-wd; at leaa**. *to \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD+$* Mri*.\nMary A. Livunuore aud Mim Frauoo*. E\nWillard.\n0. li, HUNTER\nHouses and Lots for Sale - - - Easy Terms.\nti\n\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD ii nn-11 m 1 emwt n \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD[\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDmi nmmmetmmmwmt)gmmmmmm*mmmm\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDmmmamwmmw\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD_t\nInsurance, English, Scottish, Canadian\nancl American Companies.\nMoney to Loan on Approved Security\nOne of the inont absorbingly interesting\nunrtiouit of the honk it that wntt\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDn by\nloipeutoi* Hyriietgiving the ripe exp-rienee\nof thirty yeara of tirtfeuve lite Many of\ntnt* t-tarthng revelaiioua he makea ure\ntaken front hia private diary. Tbey have\nDi-vi-r bt-rfnrH hi no pnliliahed.\nThi* fa-u:iiiKi.ii'g y -tumo** U indeed a\nwoKierfnl tale of Christian lovu aud faith,\nadabvew'th luteiiae and a^rikiog reality.\nT ie Ite-n of ic ii tht: it ia a pure and e'eviu-\num b.'ttk tY-iiul\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD*L-inning to end\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDa volume\nfor thefitnily uiroK Oi thtH point the\nworda of R-;v, L>r. 'fwiuhell (*h-\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD hai *\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nfamdy of ion c-iilvirou) aod lluv. Or. Mi*\ngouii, Pretiiilent Iowa tjolluge, aru worth\nipto'ing h\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDr\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD-: Dr Twit-hull writ'**, \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\"'My\nwife.say* that, nhe in goiut* to nut our joung\np-?\"p.e on ih look right oil. for tlm btood it\n* \u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD1 Octivo, 740\nI pag>-a. 252 (tuu pla'us, portrait*, aud text\nI lllua ratioiH.\nBATXLB SCENES EXHIBITED\nThe lime li-.'ht exhibition of battle\nscenes between Japan and China was\npresented in accordance with the advertisement at Piket's Hall, Thursday evening. Tbe lecturer-- a native of that\nCO\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDntry\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDwas dressed in the uniform of .1\nJapanese officer. The scenes were fairly\npresented, but did r.ot cover a sufficient\nspace of canvas**, so ns to bii as distinct\nas was desirable. The picture of Victoria was one of\" the best we have seen.\nThere were some Japanese bongs sung\nin their native language with good effect.\nThe audience owing to the rim and a\nbee lecture elsewhere was not large,\nabout halt tilling the ball.\nREVISION AND APPEAL COURT\nNotice i**. herein* give**' that a Court of\nRevision and Appeal, under ibe *'A-sess*\nment Act'1 for ihe District of Comox, in*\nchiding Nelson, Newcastle, Deo man and\nHornby Islands, and a sitting of the\nCounty Court ol Nanaimo uill be held in\nthe I'nuri House, Comox, on Thursday,\nthe 5th day of December next, at the\nhour ol eleven a.m.\n(Ily order)\n\V, 11. Anderson\nA--.se-i.ior,\nComox K,C.\nV.v. aoth. 1895.\nRANCH FOR BALE\nOne mile and \ half from Umon: enn*\ntains ite acres and will be disposed of al\na low tigtae. Enquire of\nJames Abrams.\nNOTICE\nAny person or persons destroying or\nwithholding the keg^ and barrels of tlie\nUnion lire-very Company Lid of Nanai*\nino, will be prosecuted. A liberal reward\nwill Ik* paid for information leading to\nconviction.\nW. K. Norrts* Sec'y\nA FRAGMENT OF BOKO\nI li/trd my head from the silken pillow\nAnd strained mv ears half deaf with\npain.\nTo hear more plainly the words ofa sinprer,\nWho sang from' her soul this sweet\nrefrain:\n\"Send showers' nf blessing,\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nShower** of*blft5*smg we need;\nMercy drop- found us are falling,\nIim for the showers we p'.etict.\nTlie voice was sn tender, so full of pathos,\nTbat I longed to see the singer's face.\nAnd secretly wished that the walls between us,\nCould have been transformed in thin-\nne\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BDt lace,\nCutting and basting, and hemming and\nfrilling,\nSewing, tewing, nhile the light grow-i\ndim,\nAnd when the bobbins needed filling\nThe seamstress sun4 this blessed hymn:\n\"Mend showers of blessing,\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD*\nShowers nf blessing we need;\nMercy drops round us are f.tllint',\nBui for thc showers we plead.\"\nThe voice was so tender, so true nnd\ntender,\nThat I quite forgot my own heart-pain,\nAnd fousd myself softly and slowly re-\npeat ing\nTbe precious words over and over\nagain.\nInvisible hands seemed to lift, seemed to\nhold\nMe above the dark clouds that threatened my shy,\nAnd a deluge of peace-God's own precious gold,*\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\nSwept over iny soul *iih lhat melody.\nWith whirr and rattle, and rattle and\nwhirr,\nThe noisy machine plays the interlude;\nTbe voice bre-iks, tlie voice titmblts, I\nneep with her\nAnd whisper, \"Have patience, our God\nis good.\nWhitever v-e a-*k in the name of His Son,\nTbat will the Father most certainly\ngive;\nWe ha* e only to trust and plod bravely\non,\nTo forget past defeats in the Clown to\nbe v, on;\nAt the end ol the road a gracious, \"Well\ndune\"\nFrom Christ we shall surely receive.\nLephia M. Bryant.\nNOTICE.\nPersons using the mule* and horses of\nthe Union Colliery Co. without permission will be prosecuted according to law.\nF.D. Little, Supt.\nCall at Mel'hee & Moore's and pur*\nchase 1 package of their splendid brand\nof \"Siml.t\" tea, They are sole agents for\nthe l'n vime.\n I\nDon't foil i\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD\u00EF\u00BF\u00BD take advantage of the rare\nBARGAINS we are offering in our NEW\nSTORE. Clothing at less than half priee.\nMen's Furnishings at less than half priee.\nSHOES AT COST\nfie have j mt received as fine a lot of ladies\nand child reus Mackintoshes as was ever imported into British Columbia.\nSI]VIOfl LEfSEp"@en . "Newspapers"@en . "Courtenay (B.C.)"@en . "Courtenay"@en . "Weekly_News_1895-12-03"@en . "10.14288/1.0067985"@en . "English"@en . "49.6894444"@en . "-124.995833"@en . "Vancouver : University of British Columbia Library"@en . "Courtenay, B.C. : M. Whitney and Son"@en . "Images provided for research and reference use only. Permission to publish, copy, or otherwise use these images must be obtained from the Digitization Centre: http://digitize.library.ubc.ca/"@en . "Original Format: Royal British Columbia Museum. British Columbia Archives."@en . "The Weekly News"@en . "Text"@en . ""@en .