anaheim-gazette 1884-05-03

WEEKLY GAZETTE. Published every Saturday. Richard Melrose, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION: One Year $2.00 Six Months 1.25 Three Months 7.50 OFFICE: In Comed's Brick Building, Los Angeles street, Anaheim. TRANSIENT ADVERTISING: THE STAGE-DRIVER'S WIFE. Four bay horses dashed in fine style up to the door of the inn, pulling behind them the gorgeous red stage, which swayed and reeled and rocked in a fashion that made the more nervous passengers wince and shiver. Hollister threw the lines to the stable boy, and went into the house. He was a bluff, big fisted fellow—rather rough looking in his wolf-skin overcoat and broad-visored cap. Nobody ever doubted the kindness of heart under that unpolished exterior, however. Now, as he tramped through the big hall, on his way to the bar room he paused at the sight of a female figure in one dim corner, with her face dropped into both hands, and her whole attitude one of sorrow and despair. The figure was slender and young, in a well worn gray suit, and the hands on which the brown head was bowed were white and delicate. "I beg your pardon, ma'am. Are you in trouble? Can I be of service to you?" Then the girl looked up, and Hollister recognized the daughter of a man who had been at the inn for some weeks—a man whom the driver had no hesitation in classing an adventurer and blackleg. He had pitied the girl on the night when he had first seen her—when he had brought them from the city; for she seemed a lady, with her quiet ways and wistful eyes, and not at all fitted for a life of Bohemianism, such as her father was leading her. She looked up, and meeting the expression of honest kindness in Frank Hollister's clear gray eyes, she struggled for a moment for self-control, and then burst into tears. Frank squared his broad shoulders before her in order to screen her from the curious gaze of any who might pass through the hall and waited in silence. Presently the girl raised her head once more, looked at him with tear-stained eyes, and said, with quivering lips: "I am in trouble, sir. Yours are the first friendly words I have heard today. My father"—here a crimson flush dyed her fair brow—"my father has left me; where he has gone I do not know. I am absolutely alone here among strangers; and our bills are not paid." For one instant Frank looked at her doubtfully, and then, with a sudden rush of self-shame and chivalry, his hand went into his breast pocket and drew therefrom a big leather pocketbook. The girl made an indignant gesture, and looked at him with wide open haughty eyes. "Sir! I scarcely expected an insult." Whereenpon Frank began a hurried and indignant repudiation of her insult. He insulted a woman! He who had the sweetest little sister and the dearest mother in the world away of there in the Eastern States praying for him! "Praps I can't so dainty in my choice of words as I might be, lady. I am a rough fellow at best, but I'm dreadful soft-hearted where a woman is concerned. If you choose to look on me as a friend and a straight man he said: 'Mass Cream a few days, but you know that I am sure you won't be to say. I'm not sure I haven't very badly living, and—and gal, and I love you do my prettiest woman in the court. Cora smiled up eyes, and this gavarm over the back her closer to his sire. She murmured most a stranger to wonderfully bold lids over the girl! "Do you love any answered honestly are the best man? Whereenpon F upon the lips this proposition, to widen listen. But the w nest-hearted wood result was a call to and when they rea the girl was Cora Hollister, and Fraternity. In the dingy crowd was gathered Frank endeavoring the doorway, but caught a glimpse of "Father!" she came room. Yes, there he w with bloodshot eyes might have been was just the ghost him still despite her guarded him o "What has he pallid lips. Some one in the enough: "Killed miles back. They are the city." Then the poor h h faint in her husband her up stairs with her white one. All night he w she went from one other. At last, smiled sadly into whispered, "Do not away." "Not if I can h with a grim set of offenders. Then all at once the pillow and begin old baby. With her slenderman's big, curly hair a sweet, weary wa his warm heart. "Dear friend," she selfish you are, but make such a sacri D. W. HUDSON & CO. Real Estate Brokers and General Land Agents At Anaheim, Los Angeles County, California. Office: Center Street, City Property Bought And Sold, Orange Groves, vineyards, farms and unimproved lands for sale. Abstracts of Titles Furnished, Loans Negotiated, Taxes Paid and Rents Collected for Non-Residents. Those desires of making profitable INVESTMENTS cannot hold better than to call on us at our office. Correspondence Solicited. THE FAMOUS, UNRIVALLED KNABE PIANO. THE HARDMAN PIANO. A strictly first-class instrument at a moderate price The Celebrated Chicago Cottage Organ. A. L. BANCROFT & CO. 721 Market Street, San Francisco General Agents for Pacific Coast. GIANT BAKING POWDER THE ATTENTION OF HOUSEKEEPERS AND the public in general is called to the following facts: The value of Baking Powder is determined by the amount of gas it contains and the freedom of the article from any injurious ingredients. The GIANT fully, and then, with a sudden rush of self-shame and chivalry, his hand went into his breast pocket and drew therefrom a big leather pocketbook. The girl made an indignant gesture, and looked at him with wide open haughty eyes. "Sir! I scarcely expected an insult." Whereupon Frank began a hurried and malignant repudiation of her innuation. He insult a woman! He who had the sweetest little sister and the dearest mother in the world away off there in the Eastern States praying for him! "Praps I can't so dainty in my choice of words as I might be, lady. I am a rough fellow at best, but I'm dreadful soft-hearted where a woman is concerned. If you choose to look on me as a friend and a straight man—one who never goes back on his word—you shall not be disappointed. Now, how can I serve you." The big pocketbook had disappeared, and the girl's face had softened at his rough gallantry. She extended her hand frankly. "Forgive me, sir; I know that you are all that you seem! I cannot accept any pecuniary aid from you or any one. The landlord has offered me a situation as table girl. I shall accept it, and in that way can pay our indebtedness. Thanks for your kindness. I shall not forget it." With a fitting smile she slipped past him and went swiftly up the dark stairway, while the driver proceeded to the bar room, where the men were talking, laughing, smoking, and drinking. Here Hollister listened to a detailed account of the disappearance of Colonel Pressy, interspersed with various comments concerning him and his daughter. Pressy was stigmatized as a cheat, a villain and a sponge—anything and everything they called him except an honest man. There were some expressions of sympathy for the girl, but it was easy to see she was not liked. Miss Pressy held herself too far apart from every one in the house to win the approval of this free-and-easy Western community. One loutish looking fellow, leaning against the bar rail, remarked with a sneering grin: "That gal's a mighty stuck up little critter—reckon she won't put on any more airs with me!" and he sent a stream of tobacco juice in a very skillful manner straight into the mouth of a spitton which occupied the very center of the room. Hollister, who had been a silent listener until now, crossed leisurely to this extraordinary marksman and striking him a light blow upon the shoulder, said, evenly and distinctly, "Look here, Jerry, you don't want to talk any more like that about Miss Pressy." "Going to marry her, Frank?" "I expect to," replied Frank, coolly, as he turned to select a cigar from the case. There were no more insinuations against Cora Pressy in his hearing. The daughter of an unknown adventurer, no matter how thorough a lady she might seem, and the sweetheart of the jolly, keen-eyed, strong-armed stage driver, were two different persons, and when the lonely girl entered upon her new duties the next day she was surprised at the kindness and consideration of all about her. Frank did not try to weaken the impression that his words had made. He knew that it would be her surest protection; that he felt an intense desire to protect and help her—she was so delicate and sorrowful, so absolutely alone now that her unnatural parent had deserted her. Two or three uneventful days went by, Cora tilled her new situation with satisfactory promptness. Every night, on the arrival of Hollister's stage, she was left to wait upon him in the dining room. She felt an instinctive confidence in this big bluff on her chest fully, and then, with a sudden rush of self-shame and chivalry, his hand went into his breast pocket and drew therefrom a big leather pocketbook. The girl made an indignant gesture, and looked at him with wide open haughty eyes. "Sir! I scarcely expected an insult." Whereupon Frank began a hurried and malignant repudiation of her innuation. He insult a woman! He who had the sweetest little sister and the dearest mother in the world away off there in the Eastern States praying for him! "Praps I can't so dainty in my choice of words as I might be, lady. I am a rough fellow at best, but I'm dreadful soft-hearted where a woman is concerned. If you choose to look on me as a friend and a straight man—one who never goes back on his word—you shall not be disappointed. Now, how can I serve you." The big pocketbook had disappeared, and the girl's face had softened at his rough gallantry. She extended her hand frankly. "Forgive me, sir; I know that you are all that you seem! I cannot accept any pecuniary aid from you or any one. The landlord has offered me a situation as table girl. I shall accept it, and in that way can pay our indebtedness. Thanks for your kindness. I shall not forget it." With a lifting smile she slipped past him and went swiftly up the dark stairway, while the driver proceeded to the bar room, where the men were talking, laughing, smoking, and drinking. Here Hollister listened to a detailed account of the disappearance of Colonel Pressy, interspersed with various comments concerning him and his daughter. Pressy was stigmatized as a cheat, a villain and a sponge—anything and everything they called him except an honest man. There were some expressions of sympathy for the girl, but it was easy to see she was not liked. Miss Pressy held herself too far apart from every one in the house to win the approval of this free-and-easy Western community. One loutish looking fellow, leaning against the bar rail, remarked with a sneering grin: "That gal's a mighty stuck up little critter—reckon she won't put on any more airs with me!" and he sent a stream of tobacco juice in a very skillful manner straight into the mouth of a spitton which occupied the very center of the room. Hollister, who had been a silent listener until now, crossed leisurely to this extraordinary marksman and striking him a light blow upon the shoulder, said, evenly and distinctly, "Look here, Jerry, you don't want to talk any more like that about Miss Pressy." "Going to marry her, Frank?" "I expect to," replied Frank, coolly, as he turned to select a cigar from the case. There were no more insinuations against Cora Pressy in his hearing. The daughter of an unknown adventurer, no matter how thorough a lady she might seem, and the sweetheart of the jolly, keen-eyed, strong-armed stage driver, were two different persons, and when the lonely girl entered upon her new duties the next day she was surprised at the kindness and consideration of all about her. Frank did not try to weaken the impression that his words had made. He knew that it would be her surest protection; that he felt an intense desire to protect and help her—she was so delicate and sorrowful, so absolutely alone now that her unnatural parent had deserted her. Two or three uneventful days went by, Cora tilled her new situation with satisfactory promptness. Every night, on the arrival of Hollister's stage, she was left to wait upon him in the dining room. She felt an instinctive confidence in this big bluff on her chest fully, and then, with a sudden rush of self-shame and chivalry, his hand went into his breast pocket and drew therefrom a big leather pocketbook. The girl made an indignant gesture, and looked at him with wide open haughty eyes. "Sir! I scarcely expected an insult." Whereupon Frank began a hurried and malignant repudiation of her innuation. He insult a woman! He who had the sweetest little sister and the dearest mother in the world away off there in the Eastern States praying for him! "Praps I can't so dainty in my choice of words as I might be, lady. I am a rough fellow at best, but I'm dreadful soft-hearted where a woman is concerned. If you choose to look on me as a friend and a straight man—one who never goes back on his word—you shall not be disappointed. Now, how can I serve you." The big pocketbook had disappeared, and the girl's face had softened at his rough gallantry. She extended her hand frankly. "Forgive me, sir; I know that you are all that you seem! I cannot accept any pecuniary aid from you or any one. The landlord has offered me a situation as table girl. I shall accept it, and in that way can pay our indebtedness. Thanks for your kindness. I shall not forget it." With a lifting smile she slipped past him and went swiftly up the dark stairway, while the driver proceeded to the bar room, where the men were talking, laughing, smoking, and drinking. Here Hollister listened to a detailed account of the disappearance of Colonel Pressy, interspersed with various comments concerning him and his daughter. Pressy was stigmatized as a cheat, a villain and a sponge—anything and everything they called him except an honest man. There were some expressions of sympathy for the girl, but it was easy to see she was not liked. Miss Pressy held herself too far apart from every one in the house to win the approval of this free-and-easy Western community. One loutish looking fellow, leaning against the bar rail, remarked with a sneering grin: "That gal's a mighty stuck up little critter—reckon she won't put on any more airs with me!" and he sent a stream of tobacco juice in a very skillful manner straight into the mouth of a spitton which occupied the very center of the room. Hollister, who had been a silent listener until now，crossed leisurely to this extraordinary marksman and striking him a light blow upon the shoulder，said，evenly and distinctly，“Look here，Jerry，you don't want to talk any more like that about Miss Pressy.” “Going to marry her，Frank?” “I expect to,” replied Frank，coolly，as he turned to select a cigar from the case. There were no more insinuations against Cora Pressy in his hearing. The daughter of an unknown adventurer，no matter how thorough a lady she might seem，and the sweetheart of the jolly，keen-eyed，strong-armed stage driver，were two different persons，and when the lonely girl entered upon her new duties the next day she was surprised at the kindness and consideration of all about her. Frank did not try to weaken the impression that his words had made. He knew that it would be her surest protection；that he felt an intense desire to protect and help her—she was so delicate and sorrowful，so absolutely alone now that her unnatural parent had deserted her. Two or three uneventful days went by，Cora tilled her new situation with satisfactory promptness。Every night，on the arrival of Hollister's stage，她 was left to wait upon him in the dining room。 She felt an instinctive confidence in this big bluff on her chest fully，and then，with a sudden rush of self-shame和 chivalry，his hand went into his breast pocket和 drew therefrom a big leather pocketbook. The girl made an indignant gesture，and looked at him with wide open haughty eyes. "Sir！I scarcely expected an insult." Whereupon Frank began a hurried and malignant repudiation of her innuation. He insults a woman! He who had the sweetest little sister and the dearest mother in the world away off there in the Eastern States praying for him! "Praps I can't so dainty in my choice of words as I might be，lady. I am a rough fellow at best，but I'm dreadful soft-hearted where a woman is concerned. If you choose to look on me as a friend and a straight man—one who never goes back on his word—you shall not be disappointed. Now，how can I serve you." The big pocketbook had disappeared，and the girl's face had softened at his rough gallantry。She extended her hand frankly. "Forgive me， Sir！I scarcely expected an insult." Whereupon Frank began a hurried and malignant repudiation of her innuation. He insults a woman！He who had the sweetest little sister和the dearest mother in the world away off there in the Eastern States praying for him! "Praps I can't so dainty in my choice of words as I might be，lady.I am a rough fellow at best，but I'm dreadful soft-hearted where a woman is concerned. If you choose to look on me as a friend and a straight man—one who never goes back on his word—you shall not be disappointed.Now，how can I serve you." BAKING POWDER THE ATTENTION OF HOUSEKEEPERS AND the public in general is called to the following facts: The value of Baking Powder is determined by the amount of gas it contains and the freedom of the article from any injurious ingredients. The GIANT BAKING POWDER is absolutely pure, and contains about one-quarter more gas than any brand of Baking Powder in use on this Coast. Three cans of GIANT BAKING POWDER are equal to four cans of any other brand. Study economy and use none other. Your grocer will furnish you with a sample can free. Try it. FACTS. San Francisco, July 13, 1884. BOTHIN MANUFACTURING CO. Gentlemen: The sample of GIANT BAKING POWDER you handed me, also samples of the following brands of Baking Powders purchased by me in open market. I have tested for total quantity of available gas, with results as follows: GIANT 196 cubic inches per ounce avoirdupois. ROYAL, 159 cubic inches. NEW ENGLAND, 110 cubic inches. PIONEER, 107 cubic inches. OOLDEN GATE, 107 cubic inches. DR. PRICE'S, 90 cubic inches. Yours, respectfully, THOMAS PRICE, Chemist. San Francisco Sept. 24, 1883. H.E.BOTHIN, President Bothin Manufacturing Co. Dear Sir: After a careful and complete chemical analysis of a can of GIANT BAKING POWDER, purchased by us in open market, we find that it does not contain alum, acid phosphate, terra alba, or any injurious substances, but is a pure, healthful Cream Tartar Baking Powder, and as such can recommend it to consumers. W.M.T.WENZELL & CO., Analytic Chemist. R. BEVERLY COLR, M.D. J.L.MEARES, M.D., Health officer. Alfred W.PERRY, M.D. Members of the W.A.DOUGLASS, M.D. San Francisco AUG. ALERS, M.D. Board of Health. MANUFACTURED BY THE BOTHIN MANUFACTURING COMPANY 17 AND 19 MAIN ST., SAN FRANCISCO FOR SALE BY ALL DEALERS A PRIZE. Send six cents for postage and re-ceive free, a costly box of goods which will help all, of either sex, to more money right away than anything else in this world. Fortune awaits the workers absolutely sure. At once address Tara & Co., Augusta, Maine. Frank did not try to weaken the impression that his words had made. He knew that it would be her surest protection; that he felt an intense desire to protect and help her—she was so delicate and sorrowful, so absolutely alone now that her unnatural parent had deserted her. Two or three uneventful days went by, Cora filled her new situation with satisfactory promptness. Every night, on the arrival of Hollister's stage, she was left to wait upon him in the dining room. She felt an instinctive confidence in this big, bluff, sunburned fellow. There was a bond of sympathy growing between them which she had no desire to break. One day, twenty miles down the route, Frank heard a bit of news which worked him into a fever of impatience. Never had the whip curled so sharply over the flanks of his sturdy horses; never had he made better time than on that day, when it seemed to him but a snail's pace. At last, however, the stage drew up before the inn, whose roof sheltered the girl who, in a few short days had grown inexpre sibly dear to the driver. He held a hurried consultation with the hostler, which resulted in the latter agreeing to drive the stage on to its destination for a certain sum of money. Then Frank went into the long dining-room, and seating himself at one of the small tables in a secluded corner, he waited for Cora Pressy. He flushed to the roots of his crispy, curling brown hair, as he smiled at her. She noticed it, and wondered silently, thinking, meanwhile, that he was not a bad-looking fellow, with his broad brow, honest eyes and firm ipsa. "Miss Cora," he said, rather awkwardly, "I would like to have you ride with me this evening, if you will. I have something of importance to tell you," he added, hurriedly, growing redder than ever with embarrassment. Cora looked at him wistfully. Was it something about her father? But she dared not put the thought into words—there were too many about. So she merely bowed her head in acceptance of his invitation, and went away. Half an hour later she was tucked into a trim little cutter beside him, dashing along over the moonlit road, and waiting anxiously for him to reveal the matter of importance at which he had hinted. But Frank was curiously silent for a long while. It seemed to Cora that he would never speak. At last, with a sudden effort, Women deceived them; it is a kind of other. An asp would remorse by dipping in coquette. Rascal! That woman addressed to me means—angel. We meet in society men whom we would be like the child who is afraid. It is easier for a vute against man than women. Women swallow that flatters, and draw that is bitter. She is the most nature has made the reason the coldest. A new fashion has taken Parisian drawing arrive, in response soiree dansonte, they a young lady who goes each person, and shall be attached to gentleman or the co gentleman is then e lady who wears a respect to his own; the customary salutner for the rest of the pulsory coupling; w favors many intriguing; and affords a g display of spite by people together." WIFE. style up to them the and reeled the more over. table boy, a bluff, kicking in his cap. No-heart univer, big hall, room he figure in piped into one of as slender suit, and bead was you in llister had been hom the add once cursious the hall had once eyes, I am in friendly weather" brow where absolute our bills doubt of self-into his arm a big ure, and tiny eyes. cried and annuation. sweet mother in eastern Stachoice of a rough hearted you choose right man he said: "Miss Cora, you've known me only a few days, but you've seen enough of me to know that I am a blunt-spoken fellow, so I hope you won't be upset by what I'm going to say. I'm not much of a gentleman, but I haven't very bad habits, and makes a fair living, and—and—well, I want a wife, little gal, and I love you. If you'll have me, I'll do my prettiest to make you the happiest woman in the country." Cora smiled up at him through tear-filled eyes, and this gave him courage to slip one arm over the back of the cutter and draw her closer to his side. She murmured something about being almost a stranger to him; but Frank, grown wonderfully bold, pressed with his lips the lids over the girl's dark eyes, and queried: "Do you love any other man?" "No," she answered honestly enough; "I believe you are the best man I ever knew." Whereupon Frank kissed her again—upon the lips this time—and made a second proposition, to which at first she would not listen. But the will and energy of her earnest-hearted wooer carried the day, and the result was a call upon a Justice of the Peace; and when they re-entered the inn that night, the girl was Cora Pressy no longer, but Cora Hollister, and Frank's face was radiant and triumphant. In the dingy waiting-room an excited crowd was gathered. Frank endeavored to hurry his wife past the doorway, but her quick glance had caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. "Father!" she cried, and stepped into the room. Yes, there he was, haggard and disheveled, with bloodshot eyes and unshaven face. He might have been fine-looking once. There was just the ghost of a debonair look about him still despite his wretchedness. An officer guarded him on either side. "What has he done?" cried Cora, with pallid lips. Some one in the crowd answered, brutally enough: "Killed a brother gambler twenty miles back. They're taking him through to the city." Then the poor little bride went into a dead faint in her husband's arms, and he carried her up stairs with his brown cheek against her white one. All night he watched beside her, while she went from one deathly swoon into another. At last, in the gray morning, she smiled sadly into her husband's eyes and whispered, "Do not be troubled. I will go away." "Not if I can help it," answered Frank, with a grim set of his under lip. Then all at once he put his face down on the pillow and began to cry like a two-year-old baby. With her slender hands she stroked the man's big, curly head, and talked to him in a sweet, weary way, that went straight to his warm heart. Dear friend," she said, "I know how unselfish you are, but I will not allow you to make such a sacrifice. You shall not share HOUSEHOLD HINTS. PINK TOAST.—Take cold boiled fish of any kind, pick it into flakes and heat in enough milk to moisten it; add a bit of butter and season with pepper and salt. When it is hot, pour it on slices of buttered toast, and garnish with hard-boiled egg, cut in slices. SWEET POTATO FRITTERS.—Take three or four plump sweet potatoes and wash, peel and cut them into slices lengthwise. Soak these half an hour in brandy with a little lemon peel in it. Then drain them, dip them into batter and fry them to a golden brown color. Dish up and serve, sprinkled with powdered sugar. DELICIOUS PORRIDGE.—Fill an enamelled saucepan three parts full with skimmed milk, adding salt. When the milk boils sprinkle in wheatmeal with one hand, stirring briskly all the while with the other hand. Stir in sufficient meal to make the porridge the consistence of thin dough. Let it boil up after it is so thick, stirring it all the while. Then remove it to where it can simmer twenty minutes, stirring it occasionally. Eat with cream or new milk. Much time may be saved in making this porridge if it is commenced to be made when the milk is hot enough to be made when the saucepan. BANANA AND ORANGE SALAD.—Bananas and oranges sliced and mixed in a salad bowl may be made into a delicious salad by pouring over them a dressing made thus: To the juice of two oranges add one gill of sherry wine and two ounces of sugar and the white of one egg, heat to the boiling point, then let it stand where it will not boil hard, but will remain simmering for five minutes. Strain through muslin. If you do not care to use wine, it may be omitted and water used instead. After this dish is prepared it should be placed in an ice-box or a very cold closet until it is put upon the table. LEMON SOUFFLE.—Mix very smoothly a pound of flour with a pint and a half of milk. Then add quarter of a pound of crushed sugar which has been well rubbed upon the rinds of lemons, absorbing the zest of two or three of them. Add also a quarter of a pound of butter and then let the mixture boil gently until it becomes thick and smooth. Now, pour it into another vessel and stir it until it is nearly cold, then add the well-beaten yolks of six eggs. Stir these in and then whisk the whites of nine eggs to a stiff froth and add them to the rest, together with the strained juice of two lemons. Now, butter well a souffle mould, till it half full of the mixture, and bake in a moderate oven. Serve immediately on taking it from the oven. OYSTER SALAD.—One pint of celery, one quart of oysters, one-third of a cupful of mayonnaise dressing, three tablespoonfuls of vinegar, one oil, half a teaspoonful of salt, one-eighth of a teaspoonful of pepper, one table-sauceful of lemon juice. All night he watched beside her, while she went from one deathly swoon into another. At last, in the gray morning, she smiled sadly into her husband's eyes and whispered, "Do not be troubled. I will go away." "Not if I can help it," answered Frank, with a grim set of his under lip. Then all at once he put his face down on the pillow and began to cry like a two-year-old baby. With her slender hands she stroked the man's big, curly head, and talked to him in a sweet, weary way, that went straight to his warm heart. "Dear friend," she said, "I know how unselfish you are, but I will not allow you to make such a sacrifice. You shall not share my shame." "Look here, little woman, I knew all about this affair yesterday morning; that's why I was in such a rush to get married. I knew they would bring Colonel Pressy through here, and I knew if I did not make sure of you then, that I never should get you. My little darling wife," he went on, kissing her hair, eyes and lips, "thank God, nothing can separate us, nothing but death." And looking into her husband's eyes, Cora knew that here was her safe home and shelter forevermore. My reader would set me down as an unsatisfactory story-teller were I to omit the sequel. Colonel Pressy committed suicide a month later in his prison cell. Frank took his little wife away to his Eastern home, where she lives a contented little matron, proud and happy in her husband's love and the possession of a cooing, bright-faced baby. What Men Have Said About Women. In love, as in war, a fortress that parleys is half taken. A fan is indispensable to a woman who can no longer blush. The man who can govern a woman can govern a nation. The mistake of many women is to return sentiment for gallantry. It is easier to make all Europe agree than two women. God created the coquette as soon as He had made the fool. A woman who has surrendered her lips has surrendered everything. Of all heavy bodies, the heaviest is the woman we have ceased to love. Woman is a charming creature, who changes her heart as easily as her gloves. Who takes an eel by the tail or a woman at her word soon finds he holds nothing. I have seen more than one woman drown her honor in the clear water of diamonds. How many women would laugh at the funeral of their husbands if it were not the custom to weep? Women deceived by men want to marry them; it is a kind of revenge as good as any other. An asp would render its sting more venomous by dipping it into the heart of a coquette. Rascal! That word on the lips of a woman, addressing to a too darling man, often means—angel. We meet in society many attractive women whom we would fear to make our wives. The woman who pretends to laugh at love like the child's head at birth. Oyster Salad. One pint of celery, one quart of oysters, one-third of a cupful of mayonnaise dressing, three tablespoonfuls of vinegar, one of oil, half a teaspoonful of salt, one-eighth of a teaspoonful of pepper, one tablespoonful of lemon juice. Let the oysters come to a boil in their own liquor. Skim well and drain. Season them with the oil, salt, pepper and lemon juice. When cold, put in the ice chest for at least two hours. Scrape and wash the whitest and tenderest part of the celery, and with a sharp knife cut in very thin slices. Put in a bowl with a large lump of ice, and set in the ree-chest until serving time. When ready to serve, drain the celery, and mix with the oysters and halt of the dressing. Arrange in the dish, pour the remainder of the dressing over, and garnish with white-celery leaves. Tongue with Caper Sauce. For luncheons, when tired of heavy meals, this will be found a pleasant change. Soak a fresh tongue in cold water twelve hours. Boil in clear hot water about ten minutes, or until the white outside skin can be scraped off; prepare four carrots, the same number of small onions, and a little paralyx finely chopped together, some red pepper, salt and three cloves. Put the tongue back in the vessel with these ingredients, cover with fresh water and boil six hours. It is to be very nice, have less water and add some white wine or very nice bouillon. When done, put into a saucepan some of the liquid from the tongue, add a tablespoonful each of butter and flour creamed together and cook a few minutes. Some prefer putting the butter and flour in the saucepan when nettled stirring in enough of the liquor to form a rich sauce. When ready, add the yolk of an egg and a tablespoonful of capers well beaten together, pour over the tongue, and serve. Chocolate Strudles. Beat well the whites of two eggs and the yolks of four, warm a piece of butter the size of an egg, and add it to the eggs with a little salt; work in by degrees as much fine flour as will form a rather stiff dough, kneed this till quite smooth. Divide the parts into small balls, roll them round in the hands, then with a smooth rolling pin, roll them out very thin, as thin as possible. They should be about the size of a saucer, but rather oval. Grate vanilla chocolate, and mix it with some pounded almonds, and the yolks of two or three eggs, with the whites beaten to a snow. Spread hot butter over the strudles, and then the chocolate as thin as a knife blade. Roll them up when the shape will be larger in the middle, and tapering off at both ends. Lay them an inch apart in a baking tin, or a large stewpan that has been well buttered; cover, and bake them in the oven, or over a slow fire, with red coals on the lid to draw them. When they are risen and beginning to color, pour some hot milk over, and finish baking a very pale brown. The last thing before putting them in the oven they should have some grated chocolate and crushed sugar strewn over them. Pigeon Fricassee. A friendly correspondent contributes the following to The New York Post for a pigeon fricassee: Take six pounds of meat for personal or family use. Tells how to order, gives exact cost of every sale prices direct to consumers on all goods for personal or family use. Tells how to order, gives exact cost of every sale prices direct to consumers on all goods for personal or family use. Tells how to order, gives exact cost of every sale prices direct to consumers on all goods for personal or family use. Tells how to order, gives exact cost of every sale prices direct to consumers on all goods for personal or family use. Tells how to order, gives exact cost of every sale prices direct to consumers on all goods for personal or family use. Tells how to order Women deceived by men want to marry them; it is a kind of revenge as good as any other. An asp would render its sting more venomous by dipping it into the heart of a coquette. Rascal! That word on the lips of a woman, addressing to a too darling man, often means—angel. We meet in society many attractive women whom we would fear to make our wives. The woman who pretends to laugh at love is like the child who sings at night when he is afraid. It is easier for a woman to defend her virtue against man than her reputation against women. Women swallow at one mouthful the lie that flatters, and drink drop by drop a truth that is bitter. She is the most virtuous woman whom nature has made the most voluptuous and reason the coldest. A new fashion has found favor in certain Parisian drawing rooms. As the guests arrive, in response to an invitation for a soiree dansonne, they are met at the door by a young lady who gives a small bouquet to each person, and insists that the flower shall be attached to the buttonhole of the gentleman or the corsage of the lady. Each gentleman is then expected to seek out the lady who wears a nosegay similar in every respect to his own, and be thereupon, after the customary salutations, becomes her partner for the rest of the evening. This compulsory coupling, when skillfully organized, favors many intrigues, promotes match making, and affords a good opportunity for the display of spite by bringing unsympathetic people together. A rather handsome young lady in Pittsburg called on a physician the other day and complained of a slight dulness of hearing, which interfered with whispered conversations. A shoe button was found in one of her ears, and a couple of beans in the other. She supposed that they had been poked in there by her lover as a joke, The Legislature of Quebec is apparently in favor of giving a grand lottery enterprise the authority of law. Pigeon Fricassee. — A friendly correspondent contributes the following to the New York Post for a pigeon fricassee: Take six pigeons, cut them in pieces, wash and dry them quickly; do not spoil the flavor by leaving them in the water to soak. (Fowls that are tender and fine flavored are often spoiled by soaking.) Put them in a porcelain kettle, sprinkle over them half a teaspoonful each of majoram, thyme, mace and pepper, teaspoonful salt; take a piece of butter the size of an egg and rub with it thoroughly two teaspoonfuls of flour; add also a small onion; pour over all these ingredients one pint of claret and one pint of cold water. Let the pigeons boil gently until tender. If young, three-quarters of an hour will be long enough. When done remove them to a hot platter, and thicken the gravy with the yolks of three eggs, well beaten; stir the gravy until it is thick and smooth. The color will be a rich brown. Water-cress is a pretty garnish, but if you cannot procure it or any other suitable green garnish, try this: Peel half a dozen large potatoes, let them lie in cold water for a quarter of an hour, then cut them round and round as if you was paring an apple, and do not break the paring; in order to keep from breaking it, it must not be too thin, and you must let the end rest on a plate. Heat a sancepan, and then put into it a quarter of a pound of butter, the very best butter must be used for this, drop the potato curls into it and fry them a light brown; drain them well and put around the dish of pigeons. Another garnish of potatoes may be made by cutting potatoes in the shape of little balls about the size of hickory nuts; these should be fried in butter; if the sancepan is heated before the butter is put into it, it is not likely to change its color; it is a very convenient way to fry these potato balls to put them into a small wire basket and set that into the melted butter; they can then be shaken, drained, and taken out without breaking. Ammen's Cough Syrup cures colds, coughs, bronchitis and consumption. BER YARD ING, SAWING, AND DING MILLS. OF on & Cox, naheim. RAILROAD DEPOT Pine, Redwood,and Spruce MBER! and Blinds, Grape Boxes, Fruit Hives,and Fruit Dryers. hardware and Nails CROLL SAWING at Short Notices m Grist Mill! deal, etc.of all Varieties LED AND SHIPPED. EIM STORAGE EHOUSE. AND GENERAL MERCHANDISE ON STORAGE. and TWINE constantly on hand MENTS SOLICITED PRODUCE. Advances made, MER hed and sold on Commission in best Markets. 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You are hereby required to appear in an action brought against you by the above named plaintiff in the Superior Court of the State of California, in and for the County of Los Angeles; and to answer the complaint filed therein, within ten days (exclusive of the day of service), after the service on you of this Summons—if served within this County; or, if served elsewhere, within thirty days—or judgment by default will be taken against you according to the prayer of said complaint. The said action is brought to obtain a decree of said Court dissolving the bonds of matrimony exerting between the plaintiff and defendant, and for such other or further relief in the premises as may seem meet and agreeable to equity, and for costs of suit. Reference is had to complain for particulars. And you are hereby notified that if you fail to appear and answer the said complaint as above required the said plaintiff will cause your default to be entered and will apply to the Court for the relief demanded in the complaint. Given under my hand and the seal of the Superior Court of the State of California, in and for the County of Los Angeles, this 6th day of February in the year of our Lord, one thousand eight hundred and eighty-four. A. W. POTTS, Clerk. By A. RIMPAU, Deputy. GLASSELL, SUFFIT & PARTON. Attorneys for Plaintiff.