anaheim-gazette 1884-11-15

ANAHEIM VOL. XV. HANNA & KEITH REAL ESTATE AGENTS. Live Stock Bought and Sold on Commission. ANAHEIM. Before Removing into our Store NOS. 13 AND 15 NORTH SPRING STREET, WE OFFER AT GREATLY REDUCED PRICES 50 Extra Fine Walnut Bedroom Sets, 75 Medium Fine Walnut and Ash Bedroom Sets, 125 Low Priced Walnut and Ash Bedroom Sets. WE HAVE ALSO MADE GREAT REDUCTIONS IN CARPETS, OIL CLOTHS, LINOLEUMS, MATTINGS, ETC. Don't fail to call on us before purchasing. O. T. BARKER & SONS, 322. 324. 326 N. Main Street (near Pico House), Los Angeles. NEW No. 8 WHEELER & WILSON, With Straight, Self-Setting Needle and Back-Feed. ABSOLUTEGY NEW! In Principle and design No. Shuttle to thread. News from the thinnest gauge to the heaviest cloth or leather. Can DARN, PATCH, MEND and EMBROIDER without any attachment. Only needs to be seen and tried to be appreciated. THE KING OF NUECES. [Felix Gray in N. O., These-Democrat.] It was a winter night; winter not only by appointment of the almanac, but by the more potent authority of the fierce "norther," that raiding wind of the Sierra, that shrieked wild through the streets, battering in its loud, hectoring way, at shutters and doors, as if demanding admission upon penalty, bullying and tormenting the helpless trees as if it would at once and forever make an end of them, catching the unresisting rain in its strong clutch, whipping it against windows and walls, and driving it through a thousand unsuspected crevices—a sort of Golish of Gath wind, that roared up and down through the camp, daring the whole host to come out and do battle with it. Of the few unfortunate whom circumstances compelled to meet this rude challenger, the omnivores of the Island City hotel held two, just arrived by train from some indefinite region to the northward, and continuing in this perilous manner their journey toward rest and shelter. They were of opposite sex, the man a burly, black-bearded person, with bold black eyes that glowed beneath the shadow of his wide-brimmed hat with a fire scarcely inferior to that of the imposing diamond upon his shirt-front. He sat squarely in the middle of the seat, with one arm stretched along its back, nursing a heavily booted foot upon one knee, and complacently threading the fingers of his brown hairy hand through his thick beard. The woman, whom even the uncertain light of the intellectual little lamp showed to be young and attractive, was buttoned from throat to an all-enveloping waterproof, but her hat was a stylish little affair of felt, trimmed with a handsome plume; and a muff of rich dark fur, which reposed upon her lap, united its testimony to that of the Russia leather traveling sachet upon the favorable side of the question as to her fortune and social standing. She sat with her back as early turned upon her fellow-traveler as the construction of the vehicle would allow, gazing fixedly out NEW No. 8 WHEELER & WILSON, With Straight, Self-Setting Needle and Back-Feed. ABSOLUTEGY NEW! In Principle and design No. 8 to thread. Bows from the thinnest gauge to the heaviest cloth or leather. Can DARN, PATCH, MEND and EMBROIDER without any attachment. Only needs to be seen and tried to be appreciated. Don't buy until you have seen the New No. 8. Satisfaction Guaranteed or no pay. E. C. GLIDDEN, Agent, 33 North Main Street (Ponet Block). LOS ANGELES, CAL. WEEKLY GAZETTE Established 1870. For Terms, see Fourth Page. J. H. BULLARD, A. B., M. D. Physician and Surgeon. Office and Drug Store on Los Angeles St. opposite Planters' Hotel. HOMEOPATHIC DRUGs always on hand. Office Hours, 8 to 9:30 and 12 to 12:30 A.M.; 1 to 2 and 6:30 to 7:30 P. H. C. KELLOGG, Surveyor and Civil Engineer. ARTIES WILL PLEASE LEAVE THEIR ORDERS with Mr. John Hanna. Anaheim M. B. HARRISON, Attorney-at-Law, ANAHEIM. WILL PRACTICE IN ALL THE COURTS OF the State. ROBT, W. SCOTT. ATTORNEY AT LAW AND NOTARY PUBLIC Commissioner of Deeds for Arizona Territory Troger's Block, Anaheim, Cal. VICTOR MONTGOMERY, Attorney-at-Law, SANTA ANA, CAL. Office in Dibbles' brick building, nearly opposite the Postoffice. Office hours from 10 A.M. to 3 P.M. RICHARD MELROSE, NOTARY PUBLIC GAZETTE OFFICE. L. GUNTHER, Pioneer Boot and Shoe Maker, Ger. Adelae and Los Angeles streets. ANAHEIM. GEORGE BAUER, ROOT AND SHOE MAKER LUMBER YARD PLANING, SAWING, AND MOULDING MILLS. OF Saxton & Cox, Anaheim. NEAR THE RAILROAD DEPOSIT All Varieties of Pine, Redwood,and Spruce LUMBER! Doors, Sashes, and Blinds, Grape Boxes, Fruit Boxes, Bee-Hives, and Fruit Dryers. Builders' Hardware and Nails Plain and Fancy SCROLL SAWING at Short Notice Anaheim Crist Mill! Grain, Feed, Meal, etc., of all Varieties CORN SHELLED AND SHIPPED. ANAHEIM STORAGE WARE HOUSE GRAIN, WOOL AND GENERAL MERCHANDISE TAKEN ON STORAGE. GRAIN SACKS and TWINE constantly on hand CONSIGNMENTS SOLICITED Of all kinds of PRODUCK. Advances made, MERCHANDISE forwarded and sold on Commission in best Markets. A. E. WHITE. E. A. WHITE BLACKSMITHING AND Wagonmaking! All Work Warranted. The omnibus labored heavily forward in the gale, which laid its lash of raindrops sharply across the closed glasses. All at once, with a fearful lurch, it came to a momentary stand, hesitating apparently upon the verge of catastrophe; while the flickering ray gleamed brokenly upon the agitated surface of a body of water of undetermined extent. The young woman started up, grasping her sackel and looking about her as if for means of escape. "Don't be frightened, ma'am," said her fellow-traveler, in a deep voice. "Just forin' one of the city ponds; keep your seat." Is there no danger? The driver hasn't gone into the gut by mistake, you think! she panted in a sweet, tremulous treble. On no; we're all right. I'll be dog-goned if the omnibus oughen to be schooner-rigged, though, or the city caughter keep ferries on their lakes. They never know whether they're afloat or ashore in this town. I'll be dogged if I'd live in it of they' give me the 'hol' layout. The lumbering vehicle resumed its dark and petiless way, the young woman sank into her seat and the hard man into silence, still coiling his whiskers with his brown hand, and nursing the heavy foot upon his knee. Here we are, he said cheerfully, as with a final lurch, and a complaining green from each separate joint, their ark rested, and gathering his valise in one hand and laying the other upon the door he seemed to dive headlong into space. As the young woman timidly followed, however, she saw that he was waiting for her, his figure indisputedly outlined against a luminous doorway, opening into a huge square shadow, which she guessed rather than saw, to be the hotel. It's too wet for them there shoes of yourn," he said by way of explanation, and without further speech he cast an arm about her waist, and crossing in two strides the intervening strip of water and sand, set her down upon the gallery in front of the open door. A waiter pouenced upon them, and taking the sacchel and vaise into one hand, as if satisfied that they belonged together, led the way to the ladies' parlor. "Here's a fire," said the burly man, "come set by it an warm you self." You must be pretty nigh froze." She yielded quietly, though with a little air of reserve, to his direction, and accepted the chair he placed for her before the open fire, which was doing its inefficient best to warm the large empty room. She looked like a woman accustomed to being taken care of, one toward whom every man would naturally experience the protective impulse, and her present self-slected guardian regarded her with an expression at once critical and approving, as she leaned back, and put two shapely, well-shod feet upon the fender. "I spouse I better go an' see 'bout my room an' some supper," he said. "Ain't you hongry!" RICHARD MELROSE, NOTARY PUBLIC GARNET OFFICE. L. GUNTHER, Pioneer Boot and Shoe Maker, Cor. Adele and Los Angeles streets. ANAHEIM. GEORGE BAUER, BOOT AND SHOE MAKER, Center Street MAKING AND REPAIRING AT THE LOWEST cash price. All orders promptly attended to All work guaranteed. WM. R. HARKER, SADDLE & HARNESS MAKER, CENTER STREET, ANAHEIM. CHARLES WILLE, COOPERAGE. Pipes, Barrels and kegs on hand at all times. Tanks and Tube made to order. Honor Barrels for sale cheap S. A. DENNIS, Carriage and Sign Painter, Center Street, Anaheim, OFFERS AS REFERENCES THE NUMEROUS wagons and signs painted by him in Anaheim PRICES REASONABLE. The patronage of the public respectfully solicited may Casks, Pipes AND PUNCHEONS IN PERFECT ORDER For Sale at Low Prices. B. DREYFUS & CO., Anaheim. R. L. GOLDSTEIN, Anaheim, Photographs, New York B. DREYFUS & CO. Growers and Dealers in California Wines and Grape Brandy. 650 Lo 642 Brannan Street San Francisco; 15 Broadway New York. CONSIGNMENTS SOLICITED Of all kinds of PRODUCE. Advances made, MER CHANDISE forwarded and sold on Commission in best Markets. A. E. WHITE. E. A. WHITE BLACKSMITHING — AND — Wagonmaking! All Work Warranted. Prices as low as the lowest. Los Angeles Street, Anaheim, (Adjoining the Garrett Office). City Stables, Center Street (Opposite Kroeger's Block) ANAHEIM. L.F.Lewis, -- Proprietor. THESE STABLES ARE THE BEST VENTILATED and most commodious in the town, and special attentions will be paid to Boarding and Grooming horses. The charre in all cases will be reasonable. Single and Double Teams Purchased at short notice, and careful drivers, familiar with the country, supplied when required. The patronage of the public is respectfully solicited. Masonic Notice. THE REGULAR MEETINGS OF ANAHEIM Lodge No. 207, F. and A. M. are held in Masonic Hall on the Monday evening of or preceding the full moon in each month. Sojourning brethern in good standing are cordially nylted to attend. TWO. KISSNER, W. M. S. GARDINER, Secretary. Anaheim Photographic Studio, Center Street, in P. O. Block, Will be open from the 16th to the 30th (inclusive) of each month. Large Views of Residences, etc. ALSO — India ink or Crayon Portraits from Life or Copied. A SPECIALTY. A choice assortment of large frames, views, chinam, etc., always on hand. A. E. WHITE. Here's a fire," said the burly man, "come set by it an warm you self." You must be pretty nigh froze." She yielded quietly, though with a little air of reserve, to his direction, and accepted the chair he placed for her before the open fire, which was doing its inefficient best to warm the large empty room. She looked like a woman accustomed to being taken care of, one toward whom every man would naturally experience the protective impulse, and her present self-elected guardian regaled her with an expression at once critical and ap-proving, as she leaned back, and put two shapely, well-shod feet upon the fender. "I spose I better go an' see 'bout my room an' some supper," he said. "Ain't you honry?" "I think I could eat something." "I shu'd think so. You'll want a room too, I reckon." "Why, yes, to be sure. I forgot that I must register." "I spose I might register for you jis' i well as not, if you'd give me your name." If you would be so kind, I should be so much obliged," she assented sweetly. "My name is Hemming, of St. Louis; wait, I have a card." She drew from some concealed receptacle under her water-proof a round pocket-book, from which she extracted a dainty card. "All right," he said, "taking it, 'tflat' I'll fix it. I'll be back in a minit." He strode away, and she, turning herself a little in her chair, looked after him with an expression of amused wonder. As the door closed behind him she rose from her chair and rapidly unbuttoned the long waterproof threw it off, and ran to the pierglass. It is not often that a full length survey of one's person after a long railroad journey proves so satisfactory: The dark, well-fitted costume looked fresh and crisp, and when she had effected some mysterious charge under cover of the overdress, the apparently short skirt fell into a graceful demi-train, with what the modistes call a charming arrangement of flouces and drapery. Bringing her sachel from the chair where the porter had deposited it, she poured some cologne upon a handkerchief, and rubbed it over her face, following it up with a bit of chamois which she first applied to the contents of a small oval box of white cardboard, retied her scarlet cravat, settled her hat into a more becoming position, then, with an approving nod at the image thus readjusted and brightened, returned to her place by the fire. The image was not indeed unworthy of approval. A rather petite image it was, with well-rounded figure, and a face which, though somewhat heavy-featured, had that piquant charm of clear, light gray eyes shadowed by long, dark lashes, and contrasted with olive skin and dark hair which belong to or obey of a deeper hue. She had hardly regained her seat when her new acquaintance returned. He also had transformed his appearance somewhat by the removal of his hat and overcoat, and koled a trifle less barley, through his underskirt made an pretence of fitting him. His face presented that contrast in color common to last-wearing men who live much out of doors in warm climates; the furband being several shades whiter than the chinah. His eyes satisfied that he noted the change throughout his life. WEEKLY GATHERING OF NUECES. ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA: SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 1884 UNG OF NUECES. In N. O. Times-Democrat.) winter night; winter not only by the almanac, but by the authority of the fierce "norther," wind of the flirrers, that through the streets, battering torching way, at shutters and demanding admission upon pen and tormenting the helpless could at once and forever make them, catching the unresisting clutch, whipping it against walls, and driving it through unsuspected crevices—a sort of wind, that roared up and the camp, daring the whole out and do battle with it. We unfortunately whom circumciled to meet this rude challenge of the Island City hotel arrived by train from some inroads to the northward, and continuous manner their journey to shelter. They were of opposite burly, black-bearded person, dark eyes that glow beneath the wide-brimmed hat with a fire door to that of the imposing his shirt-front. He sat squarely on the seat, with one arm digging its back, nursing a heavily upon one knee, and complacently the fingers of his brown through his thick beard. whom even the uncertered of the ineffectual little lamp young and attractive, was but throat to an in all-enveloped, but her hat a stylish felt, trimmed with a hand-and a muff of rich dark fur, upon her lap, united its testi- of the Russia leather traveling the favorable side of the question mine and social standing. In her back as nearly turned upon traveler as the construction of would allow, gazing fixedly out upon their return to the parlor, the lady signified to an attendant her wish to be shown to 47, and the colonel also decided to investi- can settle my own affairs." Handome Jack Hemming, alias Holden, suitoral slowly down the main street of "Corpus," his wide sombrero in his hand, his curly head bared to the mild evening breath that breathed softly in from the gulf. He wore the custm of the "cattlemen," but somehow it fitted and became him as it became no other. On him the blue blouse belted at the waist, the leather braces and the high boots seemed the proper dress of a gentlemen. Jack spent much of his time in "Corpus" now, since his marriage had put him in funds again, and there were men in the town who, had they chosen, could have given the Cattle Queen of Nueces some information that would have disturbed the complacent satisfaction which she regarded her handsome prince commute. Jack, however, concerned himself not at all about such possibilities. His scheme of life included little beyond enjoyment of the present, and he was already beginning to tire of the resources Corpus offered in that direction. As he sauntered down the street with the sun in his eyes, he was revolving a plan for getting possession of certain thousands belonging to the Cattle Queen, and as he phrased it to himself: "Lighting out for him; he was half sorry he had not struck out for that city in the first instance. A woman's figure issued from a doorway a few yards in advance and moved toward him. The sun being in his eyes, he did not see her very well, not even when she paused in front of him with a glittering something in her outstretched hand directed at his breast. Something about her must have struck him as familiar, however, for he made a step forward with an inarticulate cry, almost simultaneously with the red flash and the sharp report that split the evening quiet. He wavered a moment, turned half about, made a futile effort to put on his hat, pressed his hand against his breast, then fell slowly forward. The great red wines of Gironde are into five classes, and belong to members of the aristocracy. The Laffite stands in the midst of woods, its tower at the end of a over-looking summits of trees. It was in a chamber of that that the owner of the castle in 1792 Pichard, was arrested, and from was dragged to Paris and executed was President of the Parliament of The present owners of the estate Alphanse, Guahave and Elmund child. The Chateau-Lafite is like teau-Margaux, the Chateau-Latour-Chateau-Haut-Brion, a vineyard choosest brand. It produces on average, 200 casks, out costs the yearly outlay of 100,000f. The Latour is a large square building back to the commencement of the Louis XII. The estate belongs now. her back as nearly turned upon traveler as the construction of allow, gazing fixedly out window, where the flickering ray lamp showed her the wet back cars of the horses. Her position an admirable view of the bridee of large, with a fringe of illuminated curls that fell from behemoth a sleigner, the black-barded man seemed useless labored heavily forward in which laid it lash of rindrops as closed glasses. All at fearful lurch, it came to a moan, helpless apparently upon catastrophe; while the flickering broken upon the agitated curse of water of undetermined extent woman started up, grasping and looking about her as if escape. rightened, ma'am," said her felled in a deep voice. "Just forin' my ponds, keep your seat." The danger hasn't guilt by mistake, you think? A sweet, tremulous treble. We're all right. I'll be dog-gone as oughen to be schooner-rigged, city ouchter keep ferries on they never know whether they're here in this town. I'll be dogged at if they' give me the 'hol laying vehicle resumed its dark and the young woman sank into the early man into silence, still whiskers with his brown hand, the heavy foot upon his knee, he said cheerfully, as with a complaining green from point, their ark rested, and valise in one hand and laying in the door he seemed to dive space. As the young women looked however, she saw that he for her, his figure indiscretly was a luminous doorway, openings square shadow, which she far than saw, to be the hotel. We cowet for them there shoes of by way of explanation, and her speech he cast an arm about crossing in two strides the imprint of water and sand, set her gallery in front of the open announced upon them, and taking alvaise into one hand, as if they belonged together, led the dies' parler. said the burly man, "come I'm warm yourself. You must be braze." And quietly, though with a little to his direction, and accepted the place for her before the open was doing its insufficient best to change empty room. She looked accustomed to being taken care of when every man would matrace the protective impulse, and self-esteemed guardian regarded her expression at once critical and appalled she hanged back, and put two shot feet upon the fender. better go an' see 'Lout my room pepper," he said. "Ain't you I can't cry a rooster book, (negaland duke was at the time flashing comet-like about the country)," but they call me a king down my way. I spouse you've beard tell of the cattle kings! "Oh, yes, to be sure; and are you one!" "That's what they call me—cattle king of Nuccese county." "Nuccese county, indeed!" and the lady looked interested. "Ever been out that-a-way!" "No, never." "Well, you ought go," and encouraged by her attentive look, he launched into glowing description, which quite obscured the cold and meagre supper, and endured to its end. Upon their return to the parlor, the lady signified to an attendant her wish to be shown to 47, and the colonel also decided to investigate the quarters assigned to himself. They ascend together as far as the second story, but there the waiter darted down an obscure passage, and throwing open a door, deposited the lady's sachel within, then led his remaining charge to higher regions. It was very cold in the narrow little closet to which she found herself assigned, and by the time she had taken off her hat and arranged her hair, and superintended the placing of her trunk in nicely-calculated space left vacant for the purpose, she was shivering to such an extent that she determined to seek the parlor once more. Half way down a heavy tread behind her made her look over her shoulder. It was the colonel also descending. "Coller'n Lapland, ain't it?" he said. "Going to the parlor to get warm, I reckon; I'll go with you." He seemed to have no dawning of doubt as to the acceptability of his company, and, indeed, she made no objection. The two ladies who occupied easy chairs before the fire, politely made room for them; then finding it difficult to carry on their interrupted gossip in the presence of strangers, rose, and after sauntering about the room a few moments went out. Well, I trighed they concluded to leave," said the colonel. "They didn't look sociable like I hate these stuck-up lookin' females that five you like of them" never seen like after. We've got the place to ourselves now, an here's a planer. Couldn't give us a tune, could yet. Oh, yes," she said, willingly, and taking her place before the open instrument she dashed at once into one of those noisy compositions usually labeled "Morceau de Concert." Her author listened, but not with interest. "That's pretty good," he said, indifferently. "I know you couldn't look 'Listen to the Mocking Bird,' could ye! I know a lady down my way et kin jis' knock that tune on like noise." She laughed good-naturedly, and at grace began the variations upon "And Lang Syme," which so inspecibly introduces the other once popular melody. She played with a fluent case and brilliance that showed industrious practice, bringing out her melody well through all the labyrinth runs; arpeggios and tremolos devoided for it by the ingenious author. The colonel sat entranced; the aperture between mustache and whistle widened to a degree that gave his countenance quite a cavernous aspect. "Bally!" he cried, when she had finished. "That jis' bangs the Witder Bates all to thunder. You ain't married!" "Yes, I am," she said nodding her head and glancing at him miseriously. "Not by thunder that' too bad! You fill the bill almost' to har, you do. I did say she should have this yer fine yaler har et gain' about now, but that ain't no great matter of she's got style an kin play the pianer, an that you kni jis everlastingly do. I sorter tak a likin' to you the minit I see you. I swear it's too confounded bad." "Didn't you see from my card that I was Mrs. Hemming!" she asked, as he paused ruefully. "Why, yes; but I sorter tuk it for granted." "A woman's figure issued from a doorway a few yards in advance and moved toward him; he was being in his eyes, he did not see her very well, not even when she passed in front of him with a glittering something in her outstretched hand directed at his breast. Something about her must have struck him as familiar; however, for he made a step forward with an articulate cry, almost simultaneously with the red flash and the sharp report that split the evening quiet. He waerved a moment, turned half about, made a futile effort to put on his hat, pressed his hand against his breast, then fell slowly forward. The woman who had stood watching him with a face from which every particle of blood had fled, sprang forward with a loneli shrill, and throw herself beside him. A man it was Col. Sharp, ran to her and tried to lift her up. "Come," he urged in a low tone, "that's a crowd gatherin'! You must' git away." "What! with you?' she exclaimed. Then crying out, 'Wait Jack,' I'm coming too," she turned the muzzle to her own breast and fired a second shot, as sure as the first. The colonel slowly recovered himself. "Thar nain', he said solemnly, taking off his hat and stretching out his hand as if about to pronounce an oration," "thar nain'a man in Nuceses that's her equal fer grit, or a woman that's her equal for panier-playin'". Henry Clay's Debts. [Ben: Perley Poore.] Henry Clay was pronounced insolvent by his Kentucky opponents in 1843,and they paraded some mortgages on his property as evidence of his inability to pay his debts. In a letter to a friend, denying this calumny, Mr. Clark said: "I am not free, absolutely from debt. I am not rich. I never coveted riches. But my estate would even now, be estimated at not less than $100,000. What ever it may be worth; it is a gratification to me to know that it is the produce of my own money. The part of it being hereditary except one slave, who would oblige me very much if he would accept his freedom. It is sufficient; after paying all my debts, to leave my family above want it if I should be separated from them. It is a matter also of consolation to me to know that this wanton exposure of my private affairs can do me no pecuniary prejudice. My few creditors will not allow their confidence in me to be shaken by it. It has indied; led to one incident which was at the same time a source of pleasure and pain. A friend lately called on me; at the instance of other friends,and informed me that they were apprehensive that my private affairs were embarrassed,and that I allowed their embarrassments to prey upon my mind. He came; thereforewith their authority; to tell me that they would contribute any sum that I might want to relieve me. The emotions which such a proposition excited can be conceived by honorable men. I felt most happy to be able to undecide them,and to decline their benevolent proposition." Mr. Clay never had any outstanding accounts at Washington,and as he did not keep house it was not difficult for him to "pay as he wert." The Motto of the House. [Chicago Herald.] Merchants complain that everybody is talking politics,and that it is impossible to do business.Even the salesmen and women and cash boys have caught the fever.In one of the State street stores the other day their counters and assembled about the elevator man who happened to be a lawyer,a theologian and a politician.Hew or erating on the Best motors for the Republicans and Democrats,and some of the clarks were making suggestions,而 customers were vainly striving to secure attention.When the discussion was at its height a floor-walker happened around just in time to hear the end of one Therick of Pauilla across the Pichon-Longueville east the Mouton. Then come the Mountaineer Cos'd Estournel. The third class brands,tothe nineteenth include the Lagrange en Palmer vintage;Mr.Barton's Lafaye Calon-Calon Surge. In the fourth class must be rawn Talbot,Mme.Hune's Chateau-Brion andthe Latour-Carnet and finally fifth,numbering seventeen,the Canet owned by M.Herman C could eat something." think so. You'll want a room, to be sure. I forgot that I might register for you jis' is of you'd give me your name." should be so kind. I should be so she be saddened sweetly. "My coming, of St. Louis; wait, I have from some concealed receptacle water-proof a rotund pocket-book, she extracted a dainty card. he said, 'taking it,' that'll fix lock in a minit.' away, and she, turning herself a chair, looked after him with an amused wonder. As the door him she rose from her chair, unbuttoned the long waterproof, and ran to the pierglass. It is at a full length survey of one's a long railroad journey proves fry: The dark, well-fitted cosfresh and crisp, and when she some mysterious charge under overdress, the apparently short to a graceful demi-train, with lists call a charming arrangeflounces and drapery. Bringabel from the chair where had deposited it, she poured upon a handkerchief, over her face, following it up chamois which she first applied to a small oval box of white ted her scarlet cravat, settled a more becoming position, then, proving nod at the image thus and brightened, returned to her fire. was not forced unworthy of apterette petite image it was, with figure, and a face which, though navy-featured, had that piquant or light gray eyes shadowed by shen, and contrasted with olive hair which belong to orbe of a rally regained her mast when her finance returned. He also had his appearance somewhat by of his hat and overcoat, and a hast burly, though his undernature of fitting him. His that contrast in color commonman who live much out of the chinna, the husband laden with whiteness than the chinna. Him that he noted the change in his hairstyle and a new hairstyle. "Bully," he cried, when she had finished. "That jis' bangs the Wilder Bates all to thunder. You ain't married!" "Yes, I am," she said noiling her head and glancing at him miscelliously. "No! by thunder, that's too bad! You fill the bill almost to a bar, you do. I did say she shu'd have this yine feller har et's gain about now, but that ain't no great matter of she's got style an' kin play the pianer, an' that you kin jis everlastingly do. I sorber tuk a likin' to you the minit I see you. I swear it's too confounded bad." "Didn't you see from my card that I was Mrs. Hemning? she asked, as he paused ruefully. "Why, yes; but I sorter tuk it for granted you was a widler, you bein' alone so. Mrs. Bates was a widler. Her and me had it all made up to be married next spring. Her husband was shot 'bout a year ago, an' her range bein' nex to mine it seemed to come in natural like et we shud jine lan's and han's. She's a middlelin' fine woman, too, an' kin play the pianer, through nothin' like you kin. She puts on a heap of style, though, an' calls herself the Cattle Queen of Nueces. So when she throwed me, I swore I'd bring a cattle queen to the county 'ud make her take a back seat. I did think of gettin' one of them white-faced, yaller hard gals, such as I've seen at the theater; but when I send you I says to myself, 'She'll do mighty well es fer looks an' style goes, an' when I heard you play I was jis' carried clean off my feet. An' now you're married." "Yes," she said, and her face darkened, "I'm married. It's funny, though, I am going to Nueces county. I am going by the next steamer." "Are you! what for? He ain't ran away from ye is he!" "Yes, he's run away from me," she returned in an even tone that seemed to cover some repressed feeling. "Well, dog on his mean hide! I'll shoot him on sight if you say so. You didn't hear he was in Nueces county, did ye?" "Yes, he heard he was there." "I oughter know him, then; I know putty nigh every man in the county. What's his name?" She did not answer at once, appearing to reflect whether it were prudent to place so much confidence in a stranger, but finally she said slowly, and as if more to herself than to him: "He calls himself Holden." "Jack Holden!" cried the colonal, excitedly. "So I heard," she said, looking keenly at him. "The Wilder Bates' husband, by—." The colon尔 forgot the restraint he had hitherto laid upon himself and uttered a genuine oath. "It's true that he's married, then!" she asked quickly, and with flashing eyes. "Han some, light-completed, early-bound faller." "Yes." "Thuya the fiddle?" "Yes." "That's him! explicitified that's the Wilder Bates' husband! D-o him! Shorttime too paid for him. I'll wake a crew out hang him." Do you worry? did ask and then hung themselves behind her neck at Grendel. The Motto of the House. [Chicago Herald.] Merchants complain that everybody is talking politics, and that it is impossible to do business. Even the salesmen and women and cash boys have caught the fever. In one of the State street stores the other day a number of clarks left their counters and assembled about the elevator man who happened to be a lawyer, a theologian and a politician. He was orating on the best mottoes for the Republicans and Democrats, and some of the clarks were making suggestions while customers were vainly striving to secure attention. When the discussion was at its height a floor-walker happened around just in time to hear the end of one speech and the beginning of another. He grabbed a bolt of cotton cloth, and smashing a couple of young men on the bend with it; he remarked: "The motto of this house during the campaign is to be,' Git thar, Eli.' Now we sell dry goods from this time forth, and the next man or woman who orates on politics will go out of this alle head first. Hosery! Yes, ma'am; next aside to the right. Colored silks! Last aside on the left. Forward there, you patriots." Social Life in Mexico. [Philadelphia Call.] First Signorita — Let's have our party start at 10 o'clock to morrow morning. Second Signorita — I fear 10 o'clock will be a little too early. The young gentlemen can't get here. "Why not?" There is to be another revolution at half-past 9 and, of course, they will be in the field. "True. I forgot that. But what hour shall we fix?" Say half-past 10. It will be over by that time." A Domestic Scene. [New York Sun.] Where in the world have you been?" demanded a wife of her husband. "It's nearly 5 o'clock in the morning." "I know (hie) it is, my dear. But I cannot tell a lie. I've been working at the (hic) office." "Well, I can tell a lie," she replied sharply, the moment I hear it, and—" Then the fur flew. New Variety of Fruit. [S.F.Bulletin.] This morning a species of tropical fruit was placed in our markets for the first time. Included in a cargo of orangees pineapples and lemons imported from the City of Mexica by Wightman Husse was a case of apples known as the Chirimoyo or Castred apple. It is said to be a fruit of delicious flavor, and much prized in its native home. The inversion now introduced to local markets is attaining general altitude and curiosity. Chirimoyo tamales and collagenes are the only organisms that can be raised in Grendel. The Motto of the House. [Chicago Herald.] GAZETTE. EMBER 15, 1884. THE GREAT VINTAGES OF FRANCE The Interesting Facts About the Famous Brands of Claret This year's vintage, says Galignan's Messenger, promises to be exceptionally good, as regards quantity and quality. The onion has been exactly similar to that of when the vintage was a fortnight earlier in consequence of the excessive heat which prevailed throughout the summer. Recolle was one of the best remembered, as regards red and white wines, the Chateau-Yquem realizing 2,500 francs, and as much as 10,000 francs per cask. The yeast, or cask, in the vineyard districts, consists of 900 liters (about 200 English gallons) and the piece of 225. The great red wines of Gironde are divided into five classes, and belong to wealthy owners of the aristocracy. The Chateau-Lafite stands in the midst of extensive land, its tower at the end of a terrace, overlooking the summits of the highest altitude. It was in a chamber of that tower the owner of the castle in 1793, M. de Hardy, was arrested, and from which he dragged to Paris and executed. He President of the Parliament of Bordeaux, present owners of the estate are MM. Honsee, Guahave and Elmud de Rothschild. The Chateau-Lafite is, like the Château-Margaux, the Chateau-Latour, and the Chateau-Haut-Brion, a vineyard of the most brand. It produces on an annual average, 200 casks, not costs the proprietors early outlay of 100,000f. The Chateau-Lafite is a large square building, dating back to the commencement of the reign of Louis XIII. The estate belongs now to MM. GELIBAGY IN ITALY. [National Review.] For the immense majority of the wretched placemen and place hunters, the first of all luxuries to be announced is that of adamantine establishment. Newborn in the world is salubriety more generally the order of the day than among the Italian middle classes. It is a law among the clergy, a rule of discipline for the land and sea forces, a necessity for the mob of minor functionaries and professional men; finally, a matter of fashion for the golden youth to whose natural inclinations poverty need be no hindrance. It would be superfluous to dwell on that complication of social disorders to which the anomalous condition of intersexual relations must needs give rise—especially in a country where the passions, owing to a variety of causes, are allowed to run riot, and domestic affections having the strongest hold on man's hearts. An Italian who, owing to his narrow circumstances, only marries late in life—if he marries at all—and is seldom guilty of a love match—as likely enough to turn out an indifferent husband, but he has been, as a rule, a dutiful son, and will probably show himself a food and even indulgent father. Indeed, the parents' tenderness for their offspring is only too generally carried to the extremes of fault, and nowhere are children more hopelessly and mercilessly spoiled than in Italy. And here, also, it is to poverty that the evil is mainly to be referred, for that same want of means which deprives a middle-class Italian of the blessings of a happy-wedded home compels him also to dispense with a nursery—an institution which may be looked upon as almost utterly unknown in that country. Indeed, the social vices by which that other American annuity frags are more and more French. A New Jersey tammer is antiquities successful crop of cotton. Berlin's exports to this country have hardly been falling off except an increase. Brazened purchases are said to be encouraging the market fruit. They are much cheaper. Wool-growing in Ohio, it is mild, in followed for a livelihood by over 48,000 heads of families. The silver flag out of the Chateau-Lafite in Nevada would lead a wagoon train 647 miles in length. A single plantation in California, devoted to the culture of pyrethrum, makes $4.21-000 a year.—Eidera Paper. The number of brick handled by the trade in New York is between 700,000,000 and 800,000,000 per annum. Alarmist statements are made in England that India is on the brink of war and rebellion fomented and backed by Russia. The native states and Princes in India have arrived with 349,000 men and 4,227 common which are not under British control at all. The man who goes to France and lands on either Calais or Roulogne will pay a shilling toward improving the harbor he enters. The sacred flag blessed by the Mabili and presented to Queen Victoria was so dry and smelled so badly that she had it removed to the attic. Cholera is raging in Madras, India. The panic-struck peasant refuses to jump. The President of the Parliament of Bordeaux presents owners of the estate are MM. House, Gushave and Edmund de Rothschild. The Chateau-Laffite is like the Château-Margaux, the Chateau-Latour, and the Chateau-Haut-Brion, a vineyard of the finest brand. It produces on an annual average, 200 casks, not costs the proprietors early outlay of 100,000f. The Chateau-Lafitte is a large square building, dating back to the commencement of the reign of King XIII. The estate belongs now to MM. Vlera de Beamont, de Granville and de Dervivron. Its annual production is nine six casks. The Chateau-Margaux is more uniquely situated. You suddenly notice at the end of a long avenue of time restored trees. Count Pillet-Will is the account proprietor. The production of the aging vineyard is 100 casks per annum. Last of the premiers crues is known as the Chateau-Haut-Brion, and it annually produces 130 casks of excellent wine. Of the second class brands there are six, all of fine quality. They are headed by the Brane-Cantenac, with a production of 100 casks a year, and the Rauzan-Gassies, merely connected with the Rauzan-Segia, one of the oldest domains in the Bordeaux district. A curious anecdote is told about a squire named de Cassies, who on falling disgrace at the Court was sent into exile to his estate at Rauzan in 1530. He there covered that his people had been cultivated some excellent wines. Returning almost immediately to Paris with two casks of 100 bottles of the wine, he offered some produce to the ladies and Lords at the court. The latter called the attention of Francis I to it, and the monarch, after tasting the newly discovered nectar, no longer used the slightest ill-will toward his formerer and took him back into his service. Rauzan-Gassies vintage amounts to six casks a year, and that of the Rauzan-Segia estate to forty-five. The cambre vineyards produced twenty five casks, but those of the Darfort-Vivien are nearly fifty. In the Commune of St. Denis we find the estates of Laoville-Lasagne (125 casks); Leville-Puytere (80); ville-Bartin (70); Guaud-Larose (60), Gruand-Larose (57). The Loire estates, taken collectively, form one of largest series of vineyards in the Messe district, and adjoins the Chateau-Lafitte. Latter wine is sold only in bottles, and its genuine maras of the domain on its vents, corks, etc. The Chateau-Brandon, another deutsche crau, is another St. Denis, with an annual production of 110 casks. In the direction of Pauillac we come across the Pichon-Longueville estate, and Monton. Then come the MONTROSE and COAS d'Estournel. The third class brands, to the number of tenen, include the Lagrange estate; the mer vintage; Mr. Barton's Langoa and Calon-Segur. In the fourth class must be ranged the spot, Mme. Heine's Chatean-Bycheville; the Latour-Carnet and finally in the numbering seventeen, the Pontetet, owned by M. Herman Cruse; N. A Distilling Inset. [The World of Wunder.] Livengstone met with a wonderful distilling insect in Africa on fig trees. Seven or eight of the insects cluster round a spot on one of the smaller branches, and these keep up a constant distillation of a clear fluid like water, which dropping to the ground, forms a puffle. If a vessel is placed under them in the evening, it contains three or four but he has been as a rule, a dutiful son, and will probably show himself a food and even indulgent father. Indeed, the parents' tenderness for their offspring is only too generally carried to the extremes of fault, and nowhere are children more hopelessly and mercilessly spoiled than in Italy. And here also, it is to poverty that the evil is mainly to be referred, for that same want of means which deprives a middle-class Italian of the blessings of a happy-wedded home compels him also to dispense with a nursery—an institution which may be looked upon as almost utterly unknown in that country. Indeed, the social vices by which that otherwise highly-gifted Italian race may be said to be tainted, have all their source in the fairly training of the young. The beat of Italian parents take pride in making themselves the indivisible companions of their progeny. From the moment a child is taken from the breast it is made to keep the late hours, to share the diet, to join the talk of grown up people. From that moment, "It my plus d'enfant," Italian children grow up pale and piny, but precociously wise and knowing, the nerves all developed at the expense of the muscles, ingeniousness awakened to the detriment of ingennonousness. And that same selfish, unreasoning love which deals with a child as with a hothouse plant from the cradle, equally stunts its growth in every stage of its roaring. There are hardly any boarding schools, hardly any collegiate institutions south of the Alps. An Italian mother calls in a private tutor, mostly a priest, for her son, so long as she can afford it and when too poor, she sends him to the lyceum or gymnasium of the town where she resides, and where the organization is on the plan of a day school. To combine the advantages of a home with those of college and university life seems to the Italians the most plausible arrangement. But the result, to a great extent, is to tie a youth to his mother's apron-strings, to deprive him of every chance of learning that good self-reliance, that regard for others, that give-and-take sense of mutual duties which make a man of a boarding school-boy, injure him to a hard but wholesome discipline, care him of conceit, and prepare him to take the place that awaits him in the world. An Italian mother never seems to understand what "Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits." She is always too sure that there is a continuation in all youthful intercourse. Home for her boys and a nursery for her girls are her ideal of a perfect family management, and the consequence is that her daughter not frequently comes back to her from her convient a frivolona bigot, and her son goes forth into the world a milkop, "muff," and corgeumb, unit to avoid pitfalls and resist temptations, unable to fight the battles of life. A Distilling Inset. [The World of Wonder.] Livengstone met with a wonderful distilling insect in Africa on fig trees. Seven or eight of the insects cluster round a spot on one of the smaller branches, and these keep up a constant distillation of a clear fluid like water, which dropping to the ground, forms a puffle. If a vessel is placed under them in the evening, it contains three or four but he has been as a rule, a dutiful son, and will probably show himself a food and even indulgent father. Indeed, the parents' tenderness for their offspring is only too generally carried to the extremes of fault, and nowhere are children more hopelessly and mercilessly spoiled than in Italy. And here also, it is to poverty that the evil is mainly to be referred, for that same want of means which deprives a middle-class Italian of the blessings of a happy-wedded home compels him also to dispense with a nursery—an institution which may be looked upon as almost utterly unknown in that country. Indulgent, social vices by which that otherwise highly-gifted Italian race may be said to be tainted, have all their source in the fairly training of the young. The beat of Italian parents take pride in making themselves the indivisible companions of their progeny. From the moment a child is taken from the breast it is made to keep the late hours, to share the diet, to join the talk of grown up people. From that moment, "It my plus d'enfant," Italian children grow up pale and piny, but preoccupiously wise and knowing, the nerves all developed at the expense of the muscles, ingeniousness awakened to the detriment of ingennonousness. And that same selfish, unreasoning love which deals with a child as with a hothouse plant from the cradle, equally stunts its growth in every stage of its roaring. There are hardly any boarding schools, hardly any collegiate institutions south of the Alps. An Italian mother calls in a private tutor, mostly a priest for her son, so long as she can afford it and when too poor, she sends him to the lyceum or gymnasium of the town where she resides, and where the organization is on the plan of a day school. To combine the advantages of a home with those of college and university life seems to the Italians the most plausible arrangement. But the result, to a great extent, is to tie a youth to his mother's apron-strings, to deprive him of every chance of learning that good self-reliance, that regard for others, that give-and-take sense of mutual duties which make a man of a boarding school-boy, injure him to a hard but wholesome discipline, care him of conceit, and prepare him to take the place that awaits him in the world. An Italian mother never seems to understand what "A Distilling Inset." [The World of Wonder.] Livengstone met with a wonderful distilling insect in Africa on fig trees. Seven or eight of the insects cluster round a spot on one of the smaller branches, and these keep up a constant distillation of a clear fluid like water, which dropping to the ground，forms a puffle. If a vessel is placed under them in the evening，it contains three or four but he has been as a rule，a dutiful son，and will probably show himself a food and even indulgent father. Indeed，the parents' tenderness for their offspring is only too generally carried to the extremes of fault，and nowhere are children more hopelessly and mercilessly spoiled than in Italy. And here also，it is to poverty that the evil is mainly to be referred，for that same want of means which deprives a middle-class Italian of the blessings of a happy-wedded home compels him also to dispense with a nursery—an institution which may be looked upon as almost utterly unknown in that country. Indulgent，social vices by which that otherwise highly-gifted Italian race may be said to be tainted，have all their source in the fairly training of the young. The beat of Italian parents take pride in making themselves the indivisible companions of their progeny. From the moment a child is taken from the breast it is made to keep the late hours，to share the diet，to join the talk of grown up people. From that moment，"It my plus d'enfant," Italian children grow up pale and piny，but preoccupiously wise and knowing，the nerves all developed at the expense of the muscles，ingeniousness awakened to the detriment of ingennonousness. And that same selfish，unreasoning love which deals with a child as with a hothouse plant from the cradle，equally stunts its growth in every stage of its roaring. There are hardly any boarding schools，hardly any collegiate institutions south of the Alps. An Italian mother calls in a private tutor，mostly a priest for her son，so long as she can afford it and when too poor，she sends him to lilyceum or gymnasium of the town where she resides，and where the organization is on the plan of a day school. To combine the advantages of a home with those of college and university life seems to the Italians the most plausible arrangement. But the result，to a great extent，is to tie a youth to his mother's apron-strings，to deprive him of every chance of learning that good self-reliance，that regard for others，that give-and-take sense of mutual duties which make a man of a boarding school-boy，injure him to a hard but wholesome discipline，care him of conceit，and prepare him to take the place that awaits him in the world. An Italian mother never seems to understand what A Distilling Insect. [The World of Wunder.] Livingstone met with a wonderful distilling insect in Africa on fig trees. Seven or eight of the insects cluster round a spot on one of the smaller branches, and these keep up a constant distillation of a clear fluid like water, which, dropping to the ground, forms a profile. If a vessel is placed under them in the evening, it contains three or four pints of fluid in the morning. To the question, Whence is the fluid derived? The natives reply that the insects suck it out of the tree, and naturalists give the same answer. But Livingstone could never find any wound in the bark, or any proof whatever that the insect pierced it. Our common frog hopper, which before it gets its wings, is called "Pencko spit," and leaves on many plants in a frothy, spittle-like fluid, is like the African insect, but is much smaller. Livingstone considers that they derive much of their fluid by absorbing it from the air. He found some of the insects on a castor-oil plant, and he cut away about twenty inches of the bark between the insects and the tree, and destroyed all the vegetable tissue which carried the sap from the tree to the place where the insects were distilling. The distillation was then going on at the rate of one drop in every sixty-seven seconds, or five and a half tablespoonfuls every twenty-four hours. Next morning, although the supplies of sap were stopped, supposing them to come up from the ground, the fluid was increased to one drop every five seconds, or one pint in every twenty-four hours. He then cut the branch so much that it broke, but they still went on at the rate of one drop every five seconds; while another colony of the insects on a branch of the same tree gave a drop every seventeen seconds. The Great West End 'Bus Company' Mr. S. Child, Manager of the West End 'Bus Company, Auckland, New Zealand, states in the Daily Herald of that city, as follows: We have much pleasure in hearing testimony to the affection of St. Joseph Oil. Its success has been particularly marked in one case of hazard, that of a very valuable horse suffering from severe pain of the back shown, so severe as to defy the usual ramifications. Other remedies having failed, we were induced to try St. Jacob's Oil and after using it for a few days, the lameness, which was without chronic, entirely disappeared, and the horse has almost stood complete well. We have also used the Oil most successfully for bruises. It is a really sharp should be at hand in every situation. The fire engines in Italian cities are still the same as little hard-pumps used in the beginning of this century; not a single steam fire engine exists on the peninsula, owing to the rarity of fires, but a movement is now on foot to introduce steam engines according to the American style. Russian army expouses are to be reduced about $4,500,000 a year. The number of men in peace will be reduced 100,000, and the term of service extended from them to five years for infantry and artillery, and from four to six years for cavalry, to lessen the expense of recruiting. On a trip around the world the most expensive link is that from San Francisco to Yokohama, which costs $250, with an out rate, because there is no competition. And even at these figures the steamship company claims to lose money now that an embargo has been placed on Chinese travel. The island of Cocos in the Mediterranean contains a gigantic plane tree, in whose shade Hippopotamus, the Pather of Medicine, is said by tradition to have been committed by his patients. The branches over spread nearly the whole of the market-place of the town of Cocos, and are supported by marble pillars. Photographs of this ancient tree were recently exhibited at the Berlin Museum Society by Professor Vinehow. A Hardble Expertise Ouden, U.T., Nov. 8.-To-day a busy man, aged about thirty-five years, appeared at Market-Lake, Idaho, without a list and with very little clothing on. His feet and hands were hardly trussed and hanging in shreds. Being driven to starvation, he had eaten off the two first fingers of both hands, and bit out large chunks of flesh, and would have bitten off the entire hands had the spectators not overpowered him. He was taken to Eagle Rock, Idaho, and after receiving attention said his name was Shafer and he was from Eagle Rock, Idaho. He remembered having been in a main-bank and wandering about for two weeks. No one at Eagle Rock knew the man. (His hands will be amputated to day, and it will probably be necessary to amputate one or both feet.)