d' . n
Stalls at Ocean.
he! were made for seeing then
, ilits awnexouse for being?
7 you seen our Cone Shells and
' to: beauty of color. Everyone
; Wu) invoices, 150 each. Come
‘hdmthem.
W’s farms Creamerytunei
m we sell is extra nice just now.
tries down to 28c. ‘
people donor. like sweet
PRUNES.
. Qiiutdo lihe‘ tart ones. We have some
‘ line Oregon Prunes that are tart, mic lb.
. We are showing some extra good
BANANAS.
state a den.
W‘P‘”
libbleiiliomslock
i .
fiend 2-ccnt stamp for pictures.
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Hot Air Heating.
Piano and estimates furnished for either
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an
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A woum‘Fflav.
I took my woo-idler! one to see
“Mir—the play that so attracts-
Intending. incidentally,
To breathe my love between the acts.
But from the moment Armand stepped
Upon the stage her earnest eyes
Their yearning gm upon him kept
- With furtive tears and stifled sighs.
And each time that the drop scene dropped
Until it rose again her talk "
Was all of him-vshc never stopped-
* About his smile, his voice, his walk.
Camille, she thought, might prettier be,
But he was splendid. noble. great.
“Oh. I could love him!" This to me.
Who trembled for my own sad fate!
Strange that the mimic lover. tried ,
And tortured. thus should give her pain.
While the real lover, at her side.
Ignored and silent. chewed his cane.
‘ —Madclinc S. Bridges.
THE FREETHINKER.
Micheline, the little model from Castle
Gondolfo, told mo this:
"It was my own father," she said, “but
you must understand it was years before
he was my father—years beforo he took
the wine shop“ or married momma and
years and years before any of us were
born or thought of. Afterward ho was my
father, but then he was young, Just like
anybody else, and he worked in the Non-
no's fields at home. and when there was
Wino or oil to sell he put it all on a his 0:
cart and covered it over with fresh green
leaves in the proper fashion and drove it
all the way along the side of the hills un-
dortho trees to the market place at Al-
bano.
"You, gentlemen—you are not Chris-
tians at all,” says littlo Miohciina, shak—
ing her long earrings and lmklngstrnlght
over at Dysart, who had just left Oxford
and had feelings—assorted feelings—about
ritualism, “but you come ovcr hero in
crowds from outside, and you make stat-
ues, and you make picturos, and that is
work for us. Father Francesco was parish
priest at Gonzano, and Father Toobaldo
was parish priost' at Arriccin, and at
Castle Gondoifo we had our own Father
anrlolo. And whon the oil was not want—
ing for one nlmr or the com and the Ghost.-
nuts hnd all born bit-550d and a little por-
tion carriod homo for ouch good fathor to
taste, as was only just and fitting. thorn
were always nil tho bn-thron in thoblg
convent on tho other side of the lake, who
novor tom-bod ought but clear water at
their meals—holy mon—oxcopt by dispen-
sation or in crew of urgont sickness. That
was why my own futhor and other young
men of his ago and his way of thinking
would stwak of tho limo of the now wine
making as ‘fho sickly souson.’ Ill words
have u. hundml logs, so that those things
and othorsoamo to tho ours of Fathor Ga-
briele, who thereupon took his stick in his
hand, chipped his hat on his hood and
cllmbod up tho» hillside to call upon the
bloom».
"I havo hoard my fathor and my grand-
fathor loll tlu- story many timos—«how.
whon all tho- propor onurtosios bud parsed
and his rovurrnoo lmd iuokod up his skirts
and was routed under tho arbor, with a
glass of last your's iwst boforu him and
this your's m‘t'on grupvs hanging down
our tho top of his tonsilrod hood, -‘,\ lino
house, a rich huuso. Sor Miohoio,’ ho ho»
gins, looking up and down the dim and
taking no mannor of notioothat my fathor
was busyouliing the young vino shoots
not in yards away. ‘A rich huusw—tho
I'll-host in my purishfl ho Buys, and omssos
his logs one our tho othor, with the flat
stool imokios twinkling in tho sun.
" ‘Eh—oh,’ says my grundl'athor, “his
rovorom-o will how- his iittio jok‘o with
us.’ ’i‘hon ho picks up a rind of ourth and
crumbles it holwoon his llngom, and looks
at it, and turns it ovor, and smolls it, and
thou throws it away from him, usif it
woro too poor stuff oven to moniion in
such company. lacking lli‘li’St‘S, a man
drives doukrys, your rovoronoo. And tho
thirsty use will drink dirty wufor—«us his
rovoronoo knows llt'ltl‘l‘ than l.‘ suys my
grundl'nthor wry innooontiy, and poor“. to
fill up ilon linhrioio's glass. .\nd my
fathor sniokon-d, bonding his bond down
owr his vim-s.
“ ‘Sor Miolwiw. For lilohwlo. 'tls nn ox-
ponslvo donkry that kicks iisnwn mush-r.‘
buys his rovoroxm-, looking: wry dark.
‘Axni 'tisl who hnpo you may not llnd it
out for }'(llil‘>~l'lil——'\\‘lli'il it is foo into, For
Mlohclu,’ h.- mys. lill'liliifl with his hand
of. his blzu'l. momma
“’i‘hru my urundfmhvr, who was an old
whito \vull' I’or l‘li‘Vi'l‘lli'hS—"llli‘ minis huvo
his soul—«aw ho "vi nolu- tun m-ur iho
llro. '(A'on rial,“ what is that?” ho
asks us if ho. bud not. board or umlorstmid.
‘Wns your rm'vronoo moaning my litiio
old .Hho me who i-urrios down tho buskvlr.
to Album: of u morning? .v\i'l'oddln! l
was just thinking in my mind it Would lw
inlay for lirr in Hull at tho i-nnnnim door
on hor way do“ n. it \\'niliil lw an honor
to us nil. und silo Would lt‘t‘l it, poor boast,
if his roVon-nro'a mink WHliltl just look
ovor lho llilnlu‘ll-i. Him kuowuwlil-n hvr
load is llnhlvm-d. Silo uudvrstnndn ilk.-
uny (.Jllrlailuu,‘ my» my grandfather, ri‘i'l-
lug urn-my. ,
” ‘rior hllutiu-lo. For Miv'lu-lo, ho t'urofui
that thoroumnoi lxvil’i'ri’iirlntlmmin your
cow niaido than about your limirihntuno.’
says lion iiuhriola- wry uoiomniy, and at.
that myowu iuthvr drops his big vino rul—
tor and stops up m-aror, dragging his old
hutoli his curly lwmiwilh both bands.
‘I’orhape, if your row-romeo in kindly
smoking of mo.’ ho iwuim, half laughing,
for ho mot a lion of courage, was my fir
thor. liut he now! got a ohanoo to finish
what ho nit-ant to say.
“For his rovomioo junipmi up, ioavlng
his full glass untuuohod lmforo hlln, and
for those who know him that was enough
to turn ono's iiosh and blood into planter.
‘i-ior Mlcholi', and thou. Micbolo‘n Will. I
say it toimth of you alike. This is but
the lwginning of the working week, but
before the end, bcfom Hominy at early
mass, 1 shall have soon you down on your
four know in the dust. In the dust of tho
common highway you shall knot-i, before
the weight of your sins of pride and stiff-
noclrednoss and evil speaking of dignities
be lifted from of! your miserable mule.
You shall lint-oi them and it is I, your
parish priest, with autlmrity to lmiso and
to bind, who tells you so. In nomino l’a-
trio ct Fun at Spiritual Fancil,’ says he
thcr (lulu-leis, making a great sign of tin-
. “When he was solely away down the
hill, ‘By Diana and lliogonvsi‘ says my
father. 'Wbcre the for has linen, there you
can smell his skin,’ mys my father,
scratching his head.
“But the Nonnu, ho was a true wolf for
wisdom. “Silence, thou diagram of my
ruined home! U thou mummies, than
lewbrcekerl Truly, truly it is said, "Boas
touring up, iron mom.“ Corns, come
dice hither to m. that i when! «viz
bone in thy buoy . cw »
' without ‘
“com- on
Wt “is W‘ -
Bi. Michael
tweatueond‘ovili ,Amcn.
"And now, gentlemen, listen to what
happened, for this was on it Monday that
his reverence visited the house. And the
working week passed, and every night
"Tie one more gono,’ says my father, and
his heart rose lighter and lighter inside
him, like the wings of a little bird. But
the Nonno, he said nothing. And on Sat-
urdey it was market day at Albano, and
'what with this and with that, and a fright
that one of the new oxen had gone lame,
and the tasting a glass every time a bar-
gain was finished, and another glass or it
might be two while he told the story of
Father Gubrieio's prophecy to a friend-it
was nearly to o’clock, and every light was
out in the village before my father turned
his cart out of Albano goto. "Tia one
more day gone, and, by Diana, 'tis tho
last,’ he says to himself as the empty cart
crooked, and the two brave beasts stepped
out side by side, all white, under the trees,
in the faint moonlight. For I must tell
you there was a little, small, old moon
that night, a witches’ moon-when the‘
horns point upward. ‘Now the Holy Vir-
gin stand between all good Christians and
harm,’ says my father, when he notices
that, and crosses himself two or th rec times
over. For it is one thing to talk in piazza,
and another to be out, all alone, in the
black hollow of the night. And, for all
his boosting, ho was his own father’s son,
and know better than to go on bloating in
hearing of the wolf.
“W *1], ho erVo on. The onrt crooked
peacefully. Tho oxenchowod their cud,
and under tho thick trees their breath was
like the breath of fresh cnt“hay and flow-
crs in a room. ‘Mothcr of Mort-y, what is
that?’ yolls my father, starting up to his
feet in the ox cart, and tho skin crawlod
and shivorod all over his hour-s.
“Far on in front, undor tho gallory, as
we call it, whore the ’road was. darkest
even by day, ho was awaro of a little, faint
sound of n. culling. It might have been a
strayed lamb or a kid. It might have
been a little, small, lost child in pain. It
called and called, and alllho night was
very still. ‘lllusions,’ says my father.
‘Old women‘s talcs,’ says my fnlhor. ‘It
was that last glass of rod. I must foil
Toni, and how we will launb!’ says my fu—
thor. Thou the thing callod again, and a
cold wind played about tho roots of his
hair. '-
"llut ho was a lion, gonllomon, was my
futhor, and a roaring lioman lion ho
showed himsolf that night. ‘ifourago,’ he
says to himsoii. '(fourngo, (Tamar, my
son. Tho dot-ii is doud,’ says my futhor.
‘Ur, if not, ho is wry old. I must ask his
myon-noo,’ ho says to himsoif and laughs
out loud.
“Ills laughing mudo astrungo, ouipty
sort of noiso, and tho nourox liin-d his
houvy hood and lookod him in tho faoo
and blow out n grout breath from his nos-
trils. ‘.\lo-——nw—~mo-oh,' says tho and lit-
tle \‘oico, coming outof tho dark shadows.
Thou my fathor cluppod his but on his
bond and sworn n grout oath that suro if
was tho child of sonic uoighlmr, wnndorod
out thorfv'by itself and lost and loft to per.
lsh in tho him-k night. And at that tho
blood soonmi to flow book in his wine.
and his. honrt got light with a bound,
‘Wait, ilttix- our)! Wait, thou smallest. I
am comimr!‘ ho kopt calling out. and ho
just stoudiod hims‘i-lf fora morm-mwitii
his hand on tho tail of tin.- cart, for, bo-
cuuso of what ho had drunk that night, it
soomod that tho high road mm grown un-
Wfliuw putlonoo. I come, thou
small ono. thou iittiost E” And all that
timo the thing kopt on crying and calling,
so that it was pity to hour. i’mlur tho
bushos ho found it. lio found it. groping
about with his hands in tho dark-«ammo-
thing warm and soft and living—and after
ho touohod it it boutmo quite still. A
littlu thing it was. not moro than two
years old by tho also of it. and tin-sml in
a little goutskin coal. liul, for all that.
it shook and in'mhlod iiko niouf who" my
fathor hold it in his arms.
" 'In tho dust—I. Vivian sonof )iioiuwi
—I was to have knoll in tho dust iloforo It
fat, dustypriosf, and, behold, I roturu liko
Cmmr of Bonn; like our ain'lvnts—nmi
whito oxon dmw my ohnrinf.‘ says my in-
thor, Climbing buok to lily. old place upon
thomri. 'lioon. 1:.y breaths. L!" on.‘ ho
says. still out loud. fur tho road just thorn.
undvr tho iii-x ll‘i‘t'r. int wry dark ruud ut
nlghl. ‘.\io-—~nu~.' says. llu- thing in id~
arms.
“ 'is itoryint: fur-it“ uuuumy, oh? .\'o\\.
tho Holy Virgin, our lilt‘ufil‘il Molina: koop
lhoo until I van ilzul uud rmlurv thou to
thy own moihor'n lm ml. thou mm: un
luippy.’ say»: my fulhor wry tomloriy.
“ ‘Mo-olwh,’ my: lbw lining, and of tho
mono of tho numl. holy .‘lUllii'l‘ ll. lwxun in
strugulv :md kirk lilu- om- Ismsvrwi'il. .\nd
this shows how lrllv ii i-~ that tho «ivvil ni-
\\'n,\’n lom‘osono illilll‘nlu‘il in llll'hlillilh,
for, whvu tho thing iwguu ll» :‘univn,
'Slw'p.’ hays my l'ulhvr wry p-nlly in lbw
erratum iu lllri arms. ‘hioop. ’i'hnu mm
lm‘l Him a lililo hli'ilyl‘tl lamb. \‘ol 1
found thou. ‘l'lu'n-l‘uro sloop, 'l‘ho (mud
(iod.' my: my fallwr. ‘h. wry “mill. llr
mud» tho liiiio loudo-r now gram and tho
b'ndor illllu now lambs tw rib-'r. nudm
holy minis. Howard 5i. Mloliuvl and all
mun-i.» ho with onl' says my fullwr. And
tho blood shawl frozen at his hourl.
"For you must undorataud. noulivmm,
that as ho was coating and ('Hiulurllilg
that evil ihinu in tho piioh dairkuosa, bo-
huid, his hand pow-d over its land, and
tin-ro, through tho mil, silky buhy curls-
thlti. oovon-d ll, ho loit Wm iittlo, sharp,
budding horns.
“’l‘lu-n he know it for what it was, and
how, by his own wanton smoking of holy
ruon, ho had fullon into ilio wry riuloh oi
tho ovli «mo, and ho uii uiono in nu ox cart.
and coming mfhobud turn of lilo 1'” l
whore, on mn- hand tin-m in tho lullisldp
and on tho othor thorn intho imttomhw
lake.
" ‘Mo—nmohl’ says the thing “new
more, and louder, for tho povwr was wax-
ing strongorin it. And it struggled again.
“Then all at once the mists of tho Wino
had loft my father. The knowledge of
things canm back to him, and, lichoidmnm
more ho income as a lion—a limimn lion.
llc shut his eyes tight. ‘In tho namooi
Father, Sound Iioly (lb i' he said, and
he flung tho occur-mi t ing for, for out
into the mmnlight. ‘llie—mc-vmm' it
called thrico over as it spand through the
air, and by that time its voice had grown
in in tho volco of a woman. Thou it fell
into the lake, and either the wator flee to
meet it or it full in, and the waves closed
over “It horned hood.
“Hy father novor waited to two which it
was. He leaped out of tho carton the
other side. and it was not if) minutes--
no, not live, before ho was knmkingat the
door of the priest's house and calling upon
his mvoronoo to help him. ‘In the dust,
in thodust, in the dust,’ he sold. and he
knelt moi tbctimcm Dun Gaiirleie
was waiting from lib and get-
mmtchiobuckidmmd much.
“And Mm how mm W con-
Mhm am Chole-
~5’4 WM
’ l‘ d, y y m
I'm" II y if“
mammograms.»
m m III.” of?“
A‘triumph of mechanical ingenuity.
unsurpassed in its line, is recorded at
the celebrated tin works, Swansea.
Wales. The iron from which the shoot
was rolled was worked in a iinery with
charcoal and the usual blast afterward
taken to the hammer to be formed into
a regular flat bottom, thence conveyed
to the boiling furnace, and when snfli-
ciently heated taken up to the rolls,
lengthened and cut by shears into prop-
er lengths, piled up and transferred
to the balling furnace again. When
heated, it was passed through the rolls,
back again into the boiling furnace,
and when duly brought to the proper
"pitch taken to the rolls and made into
a thorough good bar. Subsequently,
at the tin mills, it was rolled till it was
supposed to be thinner than 23 grains,
afterward passed through the cold rolls
to insure the necessary polish, the re-
sult being the thinnest sheet of iron
ever rolleduthat is, the sheet was 10
by 5}; inches, or 55 inches in surface,
of only 20 grains weight, which, being
brought to the standard of 8 by 5};
inches, or 44 surface inches, is but 16
grains, or 80 per cent less than pre-
vious attempts, at least 4,800 being re-
quired to make one inch in thickness.
—Now York Sun.
The Ruling Passion.
He loved the Winsome loss with a
lovo‘nono the less ardent because she
was a clerk in a dry goods store, and
he had met her there behind the coun-
ter when he had come in to make pur-
chases.
But she was no ordinary girl, and he
knew that if he won her as his own
it would be no easy cdnquost.
For weeks and weeks he had been to
see her, and for weeks ho had hesitated
on the brink of a proposal which in-
volved all his happiness.
Yet the girl did not seem to realize
how near she was to him, nor that any
moment might precipitate tho final
question.
However, these things cannot con-
tinue forever, and mm Sunday affor-
noon ns they were walking his voice
became low and tromuious, and she
looked up shyly into his face.
“Christine,” ho whisporod, “nniyl
ask you a quo-stinn'r"
“Certainly, (it-urge," sho ilSh'i‘iltittl
frankly. " What is it?” /
"Will you ho my wife?"
Silo turnul us if :1 shelf were behind
her.
"I'm very sorry," sho raid softly.
”ls thorn anything olso toduy?"-—Dc-
troit Froo I’ros‘a‘.
A Tout of Bravery.
A Custom liki‘ this has spread, of
course, illiiollg livigilhul‘ll’lg tribes under
various forms. That of tho Abyssinian
brut‘os is described by Mr. Mansfield
Purkyns. Tho girls thomsoivos play an
activo part there.
Win-n young people uro gathered for
amusement, after a church festival, for
instance, one of them will begin peel.
logo straw of green millet, which is
full of pith. ill-r lover‘s blood runs
Cold probably, but ho must smile or
own himself a curve. When sho has cut
the pith into bits an inch long, he
strotohvs out. his intro arm. Tho unm-
plo sol, every girl who rospoots herself
and has n luvor follows it. Tho young
men form a virolo, with their arms ex—
tended.
Blitholy, thou, with many a just
doubtless, tho maidens nrraugo thoir
bits of pith, upright, in sumo iunoifnl
dosign, on tho lum- flush and sot thorn
alight. Thoy urn nvnrly an inch thiok,
and tin-y burn wry slowly, but lilo
helpless youth must :«thI uud i‘llilli' as
“T” int ho (‘iili (iii lilo blood and Jilit'l'n
of llinr‘vlirml llvsh L-xtiuguish Lin-m.»—
Loudon Standard.
l'ndc-r the Wrong ring.
Tho following amusing slniy is told
of tho lulu llr. \Vllliliimill. l'urnu-rly ro-
oordvr of North pm]: lio wns .m on.
llumusln‘ udviwuio of tho first grunt ro—
torm lull. Um; duy, walking out in tho
ltl‘l‘l‘t with an equally ki-uious friend, a
highly rrspootulllu g-‘ntiomnu llku him-
solf, homw approaching a grout. pru~
commit hwulod by a bond and a bun-
uor. Tho lath-r, us it stl‘oulIu-d in tho
lu'ov-zo, was soon to hour un insoriptiou.
This ouuld not bu quito uuulo out, but
llu- Word rol’orm mm oomph-nous in tho
midst of it. This was qniio onounh for
llr. Wilkinson and his fr'u-nd. Without
a numn-nl'n limitation thoy joinod tho
throng and marohvd proudly along
with tho not. lint prmonfly tho
wind droppod a lililo. and tho log-'nd
on tho bunnor bonmo fully legible.
(trout was the horror of Dr. Wilkinson
and his companion to find that tho pro-
cession tho-y bad so ongoriy joined, and
in which they had proved Hilt'lt promi'
nont iigumo. was ono of “liofonncd
Dru nkurda. "~— London Figaro.
bounding.
h’mlding is mostly a habit. it is of-
ten tlm result of norvouenoss and an
irritable wmliiiou of both mind and
body. A pel’lklll is triml or annoyed at
some trivial causo and forthwith com-
mences finding limit with cvorything
and everybody within reach. Scolding
is a habit very easily formed. It is as-
tonishing how econ one becomes addict-
ed to it and continued in it. It is en
uni-cumulus and unreasonable habit.
Persons who once get into the way of
scolding always find norm-thing to scold
about. If there is nothing else, they
begin scolding at the mere alliance of
anything to scold at. it is an extreme
ly disagreeable habit. it is contagious.
Once introduced into a family, it is
pretty certain in a short time to afleci
all the members.~l§xchenge.
Emutrleitien of nice Mood-
Mrs. Highnmbo you believe it is
true that the Emperor William is bev-
ingthemilkfrmhisfam ”Potsdam
Mailed in Berlin from m with.
his name Med on them?
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