anaheim-gazette 1888-04-12

VOLUME XVIII. LORGE MEETINGS. ANAHEIM LORGE, NO. 307, P.R.A.M. hold regular meetings on the Monday of or preceding the full moon in each month. Beginning breaches in good standing him monthly invited to attend. PHILIP DAVIS, W. M. J. B. GRAEMM, BOSTON. MALVERN HILL POST, NO. 131, O A R. Mason at I.O. P. Hall, Los Angeles street, Anaheim, every fourth Saturday of each month. J. B. MACULLOUGH, F.C. F. B. WALLACK, Adjutant. PROFESSIONAL SAMBOW. J. M. BULLARD, A.B., M. D. PHYSICIAN AND BURGOM. High and Prairie Street, north of Flanerville Hotel. OFFICE HOURS: 8 to 9:00 a.m.; 1 to 2; and 6:30 to 7:00 p.m. DR. L. COWAN, DENTIST. Office on the corner of Sycamore and Los Angeles avenue, Anaheim, Cal. RICHFIELD ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. Room 54 and 57 Temple Blvd., Los Angeles. Will be at his office in Anaheim every Friday and Saturday. Special information given to PROBATE matters. CHARLES JOHNSON - R.A. TAYLOR - (Simon Bennett, JOHNSON, BORDEN & FORBA, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, AND EXAMINERS OF TITLES). Room 54 and 57 Temple Blvd., No. 7b N Spring St. Los Angeles, Cal. Refer to James Mayra. JOHN C. PELTON, J.A. ARCHITECT. Whitman Block, No. 14 W First Street, but Spring and Main, Los Angeles, Cal. REAL-ESTATE AGENTS. $ E.J.PELLZORIN. Frank Ey. --- A--- RICHFIELD FOR INVESTMENT. FRANK EY & CO. POSTOFFICE BLOCK, ANAHEIM, CAL. Free Conveyance from our Office Daily. ANAHEIM EVREGREEN NURSERY Large stock of Orange tree 1 and 2 Years Old. ANAHEIM EVREGREEN NURSERY Large stock of Orange trees 1 and 2 Years Old. Fifty Thousand Pepper Trees ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND Cypress and Blue Gums ALSO A LARGE ASSORTMENT OF ORNAMENTAL TREES Soft-shell and English Walnut Trees! Fruit Trees of Different Kind TIM CARROLL, ANAHEIM, CA. PIERCE & LITTLEFIELD, GENERAL LAND AGENTS AND REAL ESTATE BROKER We will sell land belonging to OURSELVES, well located and in lots and prices to suit purchasers who want a home. And we buy, sell, rent and care for the property of others. PIERCE & LITTLEFIELD. Anaheim, CA H. D. POLHEMUS, REAL ESTATE AGENT Postoffice Block, Anaheim, Cal. Walnut orchards and Orange Groves in full bearing. Also FIVE AND TEN GALLON KEOS For sale shop. Apply to R. NEXTFUS & CO. ANAMER F. J. BACK R. Importance, manufactures and dealers in FURNITURE, HEDDING, PAPER MANGING, PICTURE FRAMES, NYC UNDERTAKERS Agents for the News, Heritage and Victorian Brewing. Los Angeles street, Anaheim. A. T. WALL F. GROCERY AND FRED STORE Our center and Los Angeles streets. CHARLES PAMPERL ... Dealer in HARDWARK, CROCKARY, and HOUSE-FURNISHING GOODS Los Angeles street, Anaheim. F. NITTURNE Priest from Eastern Patteries. LATEST STYLES At prices lower than in Los Angeles Call and examine for year-end. F. A. J. BACK R. S. DREXI A. CARRIAGE & SIGN PAINTER. Offers as reference the minstrel wagons and signs painted by him in Anaheim. PRICES REASONABLE. The palettes of the public responsibly collected. Center street, Anaheim. B. MARTY R. CARPENTER AND BUILDER. Promises attention given to all kinds of carpenter work, and establishes general laws. Condones or permits required. Center street, Anaheim. SCHAUMAHN & BORTTCHER, BLACKMATTER AND WAGONMAKER. Center street, Anaheim. All kinds of joining done at reasonable rate and additional payment. New work specially RESTAURANT. WHOLESOME: COOKING ALL THE Delicacies of the Sonoma Serendipity Miss Building, Center Street, Anaheim. Mrs Brazee, Prop'r H. D. POLHEMUS, REAL ESTATE AGENT Postoffice Block, Anaheim, Cal. Walnut orchards and Orange Groves in full bearing. Also improved lands in irrigating district and artesian-water belt. Free five acre upwards. Prices extremely low. Terms easy. Correspondence Solicited. Buena Park Buena Park Buena Park Buena Park Buena Park Buena Park Located on the great Santa Fe route, twenty miles southwardly from Los Angeles, twenty miles north of Santa Fe Springs (formerly Fullton West and Anahiem). An Artisan Well for every lot can be built. This hole has the essential advantage of living beneath the South Fork River, made Railroad, a mile distant from each other. A 100 foot avenue of a little over one mile long through the center of the town, stretching both transects at the north end of Grand Avenue, which is plan throughout with Beautiful Shade Tree and which is decorated with an ever-flowing lake called the Basin Lake. Artisan Water located the Basin Lake. The streets at right angles with Grand avenue are 60 feet in width. Being located in the artisan belt and surrounded all sides by mums and damp lands, it will be shipping point for the products of thousands of farmers and many fertile land in this rural locality. Artisan wells on the basin lake, new flooding, fully drench their sheenment and utility as a water supply. Ogurda Creek is also close by, and water can be delivered there in great quantities for irrigation with water. This section of the country has minimal advantages still, water and location which, in the near future will support a prosperous town. The Prairie Oil Wells, new flowing, are about five miles from the town, and all can be carried its own generation through paved lines to the dale and three-lane roads. The ground will be laid out a scheme for manufacturing in light from the walley clay, and burning with sulphur all. PACIFIC LAND IMPROVEMENT COMPANY WILSON BLOCK, LOS ANGELES. W. M. WILSHIRE C. C. CARPENTER H. C. WILSHIRE WILSHIRE & CO. Real Estate. No. 11 Temple St, Telephone 665. Los Angeles, Cal. ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA, THERSDAY, APRIL 12, 1888. GENTS. FRANK EY. HIELD & CO. ANAHEIM, CAL. Our Office Daily. A LADY'S MAID'S STORY. "Yes, miss, certainly, I lived with Mrs. Birch—Miss Grigg that was before she married Mr. Birch. I new all about that affair. It was very singular indeed—very. I'm not sure that I ought to mention it, for if a lady's maid can't hold her tongue she can't find good places. Dear tue, I'm no talker. I'm as mom as a mouse. Bushels of pearl powder and quarts of rouge have I applied with my own hands and never so much as hinted at. As for cotton, bless your heart. I've never so much as breathed about it. "I lived with a lady once that took arsenic regularly for her completion. That's so secret, for she took too much one day, accident, and died. It all came out in the window. Early next day the doctor came. I answered his question as to what sort of a night she had passed by saying she had 'been much the name.' Then I took a little note she had written to Mr. Birch, who was anxiously waiting. "I knew what was in it. She told him that rather than leave the world without keeping her vow to him she would be married on her dying bed. I powdered her up well, mine, and dressed her in the embroidered dressing gown, with tube roses at the throat. I pulled down the green shades and darkened the room. She fixed the jilaws to prop herself up with, and then skipped into bed. ""Give me my pearl bracelets," she said, "and the handament of those handkerchiefs, and all my rings; and Flora, mind you must sob all through the ceremony. I'm going to be calm." "We hadn't five minutes more, but just as the first knook came to the door, the whispered almost sorrowfully: ""Oh dear! If I only could have slow music. Couldn't you catch that 'Travista' organ, Flora, and get him to play for half an hour outside the window! He's always on his corner. I'll leave you something handsome, if you do." "I did it, short as the time was. I caught that man and he ground out his quarter's worth. "The clergyman was a very nice, neat, near-sighted old gentleman. Mr. Birch was the dreadful sight—pale as a ghost and shaking from head to foot. The grammarian looked drastically sorry; the four or five intimate friends looked as though they were at a funeral, and to see her, with her calm smile and powdered face, one hand against her heart, the other in—I was glad I'd been told to sob; I had to do something. And so they were married. "I feel," said Miss Grigg, slowly, "that this perhaps the last moment of my life is very awake. To die thus, with my hand in yours—ah! Dear friend, aliens! Flora, my faithful maid, take this ring." (I saw her pick out the cheapest; no matter.) "Remember me by it. Now—leave us." "Thus everybody kissed her and went out of the room sobbing. "In a moment more there was a scream; Mr. Birch had fainted away. It took an hour to bring him to." ROYALTY. Complete List of the Living archy of Europe. Queen Victoria now holds a place older sovereigns of Europe. I next year she will be 70 years of age has been on the throne for half a year. She enjoys good health, and bids farewell for many years yet. I trains the age of her grandfather. She will wield the sceptre up to the 1901. If at that time her son, the Wales, becomes King, he will have the ripe age of 60 years, and his ten baldness will doubleless hays been marked than it is now. The new German Emperor Frederick years of age, and his Empress, the Queen Victoria, is 46. Judgement photographs he does not closely his departed father in the face, but very much like her mother. If should live to be as old as his fate perhaps he may, he will wear his coat to the year 1922. His aimments prospects, but the Scotch Dr. Mc may banish his ailments. The King of the Belgians, Leopold years old, and if he should reign reaches the age at which his father will be King up to the year 1910. Been on the throne nearly twenty years. The Emperor of Austria, Francis is 58 years old; and he has worn partial crown for forty years. His porous was his uncle, who abdicated in his favor when but 53 years of age became he was tired of the turmoil and Francis Joseph is a polished scholar guest, an equistrian, an admirer of pomp and charmer. He is healthy fairy to reign for a long time yet. The King of Italy, Humberto is old, and has worn the crown since the of his father, ten years ago. He is second of the Kings of United Italy throne in the eternal city of Rome. The Emperor of Russia, Alexius is 43 years old, and mounted the ther murder of his father, seven age. The King of Denmark Christian MISS GRIGG that was before she married Mr. Birch. I new all about that affair. It was very singular indeed—very. I'm not sure that I ought to mention it, for if a lady's maid can't hold her tongue she can't find good places. Dear tae, I'm no talker. I'm as mum as a mouse. Bushels of pearl powder and quarts of rouge have I applied with my own hands and never so much as hinted at. As for cotton, bless your heart. I've never so much as breathed about it. "I lived with a lady once that took arsenic regularly for her completion. That's no secret, for she took too much one day, by accident, and died. It all came out in the injustice. It's well it did, for amusement pointed at the husband. Somehow it always seems to strike a jury that a hairstyle is the likeliest person to wish a wife out of the way. "But this isn't anything about paint; Miss Grigg being on the stage, made no secret of that. She played queens and such, misse. I often had tickets given me and gone with my young man to see her set. And when she was caught and talked away down in her throat, like a pigeon gurgling, she was splendid, misse. It made me think how nice it would be to be a queen, and take air over everybody." "Well, Miss Grigg was engaged to be married. Mr. Birch had fallen in love with her when she was playing Haulet's maid. Perhaps you have seen the play, miss? The young man objects to his maid getting married the second time, so I seemed to make out, and acted most entertinent, giving case in his maid and his steppe, and carrying on well. And there was a poor young lady quite one of her mind that almost went downward. "Well, she was playing Humble's ma and Mr. Birch fell in love with her better and called and made an offer, all in time. She answered him of course, and then preparations for the wedding began. I don't think any lady ever had so many dresses before. Silk and satin and velvet and lace. Dear dear; Mine. Blank's whole establishment was hard at work for a month and if I had twenty fingers instead of only ten I'd have had use for them all. "At last everything was finished, the trunks were packed—fifteen of them, miss—and fourteen were in go on that afternoon, and one with the wedding and traveling dresses, was of course to go on with the bride when she started next day. She was to be married at 10 o'clock in church, and then drive home, have a splendid breakfast, change her fescue and catch the 3 check train. Of course I saw to the trunkcase and I was very careful, but just when I was needed most, just as the trunks were being taken downstairs, Miss Grigre called for me. "Miss Grigre was a lady who didn't like to wait, and so I went to her at once, miss, as was my duty, and I said to Bridget Durar, the chambermaid; "Bridget, watch that black trunk, and see that the men don't carry it off." "Bridget understood with her elbows, of course, miss, and after I had been to the land's end for two yards of blue ribbon of exactly such a slake as she wanted, and got back. I found that she had sent off the black trunk after all, and was very proud of having bean so milled away by that time. "There was nothing for it but to tell Miss Grigg. She flew at me, miss. I don't blame her for being angry. I would forgive her in such a case. She flew at me, miss, and then, miss, she had spasms. She beat the sofa, she torched hair, she screamed, and me all the while saying: "Remember your eyes, Miss. Think how you will look, Miss. Your nose swelling dreadful, Miss." "Finally she came to and bathed her face and gave me all the secrets." "A DRUG That Brings Sleep and Enchanting Thems." St. Louis Gabe Demarco. The romantic and beautiful villa of a rich Turkish merchant was my temporary home when traveling in the orient in 1851. My host, who spoke French fluently, had furnished his residence with all the splendor and luxury one only finds in oriental climes. My eyes were dazzled, when through an antique gate I entered the park-like flower garden, where in midst of tropical flowers and trees my admiring glance fell upon costly European statues, most of French and Italian artists, mingling with the enchanting beauty of marble catoliques and hours; but like of which I had never been borne in our cold European climates, spread their yellow-colored wings in the air, and birds bathed their soft feathers in the crystal clear waters of the large and beautiful fountain. It was a perfect picture of fairyland, dreamlike and enchanting in its space and quietness. Only one feature was wanting to convey the highest beauty to the otherwise so lovely acuity. It was the mistress, or better, the mistresses of the garments I was longing to see. But in vain! They were not to be seen. Kyes of men, and above all those of the "hinder," she "Franco," must not sacrifice the goddess beauty of oriental women with their glances. I was interrupted in my contemplations by a summons of a servant, who brought me through lofty halls sweetly perfumed and splendently furnished apartments to the dining-room, where my host awaited me. He saluted me and did the honors of the house with all the ceremonious gallantry and grace of the Turkish nobleman. Low and soft velvous cushions were laid before the richly-spread table. Noiselessly glided the attentive客声 hitherthift. My host ate but sparedly, and drank water out of his handsome carved golden goblet, while choice wines were served to me. The meal was over. The sweet accent of fine Turkish tobacco perfumed the atmosphere, and a cup of sparkling champagne was handed to me by one of the slaves. In honor to my hosts I drained the cup and leased back; contemplating the blue ringlets of smoke which I blew from my cigarette up to the ceiling. A strange feeling of drowsiness overcame me. Low and exceedingly sweet music sounded on my ears; fair visions of the beautiful gardens I had wandered in rose and vanished; beautiful faces and figures of women swung to froil in the rhythmic movements of a dance; and angelic voices accompanying the music with sweet songs. Ialled me to sleep undisturbed, and yet more beautiful by the most enchanting dreams and visions. Gradually the intimate friends looked as though they were at a funeral, and to see her with her calm smile and powdered face, one hand against her heart; the other in his—I was glad I'd been told to sob; I had to do something. And so they were married. "I feel," and Miss Grigg slowly, "that this perhaps the last moment of my life is very sweets. To die thus, with my hand in yours—ah! Dear friend, alien! Plura my faithful maid, take this ring." (I saw her pick out the cheapest; but no matter.) "Remember me by it. Now—leave us." "The everybody kissed her and went out of the room sobbing. "In a moment more there was a scream; Mr. Birch had fainted away. It took an hour to bring him to. "The reporter of the evening paper was waiting outside for the news. It was all published that night; but the next afternoon the travelling dress came back in the black trunk. "Yes, miss., of course—Miss Grigg-I mean to say Mrs. Birch—recovered at once And that's the whole story. I'm only one that knows it, and I wouldn't mention it to any one else but you, ma'am." ORIENTAL "HAS HEESELS" A Drug That Brings Sleep and Enchanting Thems. St. Louis Gabe Demarco. The romantic and beautiful villa of a rich Turkish merchant was my temporary home when traveling in the orient in 1851. My host, who spoke French fluently, had furnished his residence with all the splendor and luxury one only finds in oriental climes. My eyes were dazzled, when through an antique gate I entered the park-like flower garden, where in midst of tropical flowers and trees my admining glance fell upon costly European statues, most of French and Italian artists, mingling with the enchanting beauty of marble catoliques and hours; but like of which I had never been borne in our cold European climates, spread their yellow-colored wings in the air, and birds bathed their soft feathers in the crystal clear waters of the large and beautiful fountain. It was a perfect picture of fairyland, dreamlike and enchanting in its space and quietness. Only one feature was wanting to convey the highest beauty to the otherwise so lovely acuity. It was the mistress, or better, the mistresses of the garments I was longing to see. But in vain! They were not to be seen. Kyes of men, and above all those of the "hinder," she "Franco," must not sacrifice the goddess beauty of oriental women with their glances. I was interrupted in my contemplations by a summons of a servant, who brought me through lofty halls sweetly perfumed and splendently furnished apartments to the dining-room, where my host awaited me. He saluted me and did the honors of the house with all the ceremonious gallantry and grace of the Turkish nobleman. Low and soft velvous cushions were laid before the richly-spread table. Noiselessly glided the attentive客声 hitherthift: My host ate but sparedly, and drank water out of his handsome carved golden goblet, while choice wines were served to me. The meal was over. The sweet accent of fine Turkish tobacco perfumed the atmosphere, and a cup of sparkling champagne was handed to me by one of the slaves. In honor to my hosts I drained the cup and leased back; contemplating the blue ringlets of smoke which I blew from my cigarette up to the ceiling. A strange feeling of drowsiness overcame me. Low and exceedingly sweet music sounded on my ears; fair visions of the beautiful gardens I had wandered in rose and vanished; beautiful faces and figures of women swung to froil in the rhythmic movements of a dance; and angelic voices accompanying the music with sweet songs. Ialled me to sleep undisturbed, and yet more beautiful by the most enchanting dreams和visions。Gradually the intimate friends looked as though they were at a funeral, and to see her with her calm smile and powdered face; one hand against her heart; the other in his—I was glad I'd been told to sob; I had to do something. And so they were married. "I feel," and Miss Grigg slowly, "that this perhaps the last moment of my life is very sweets. To die thus，with my hand in yours—ah! Dear friend，alien! Plura my faithful maid，take this ring." (I saw her pick out the cheapest; but no matter.) "Remember me by it. Now—leave us." "The sovereign or Sultan of Turkey.Hamud II，is 46 years old，and is crowned only six years ago，when he jetted twelve years ago，when he jetted who preceded him was depressed is twenty-eight Sultan since he quoted Constantineople by The Turkish throne.He finds it job to rule the modern Greeks or key favor. "The sovereign or Sultan of Turkey.Hamud II，is 46 years old，and is crowned only six years ago，when he jetted twelve years ago，when he jetted who preceded him was depressed is twenty-eight Sultan since he quoted Constantineople by The Turkish throne.He finds it job to rule the modern Greeks or key favor." "The sovereign or Sultan of Turkey.Hamud II，is 46 years old，and is crowned only six years ago，when he jetted twelve years ago，when he jetted who preceded him was depressed is twenty-eight Sultan since he quoted Constantineople by The Turkish throne.He finds it job to rule the modern Greeks or key favor." "The sovereign or Sultan of Turkey.Hamud II，is 46 years old，and is crowned only six years ago，when he jetted twelve years ago，when he jetted who preceded him was depressed is twenty-eight Sultan since he quoted Constantineople by The Turkish throne.He finds it job to rule the modern Greeks or key favor." "The sovereign or Sultan of Turkey.Hamud II，is 46 years old，and is crowned only six years ago，when he jetted twelve years ago，when he jetted who preceded him was depressed is twenty-eight Sultan since he quoted Constantineople by The Turkish throne.He finds it job to rule the modern Greeks or key favor." "The sovereign or Sultan of Turkey.Hamud II，is 46 years old，and is crowned only six years ago，when he jetted twelve years ago，when he jetted who preceded him was depressed is twenty-eight Sultan since he quoted Constantineople by The Turkish throne.He finds it job to rule the modern Greeks or key favor." "The sovereign or Sultan of Turkey.Hamud II，is 46 years old，and is crowned only six years ago，when he jetted twelve years ago，when he jetted who preceded him was depressed is twenty-eight Sultan since he quoted Constantineople by The Turkish throne.He finds it job to rule the modern Greeks or key favor." "The sovereign or Sultan of Turkey.Hamud II，is 46 years old，and is crowned only six years ago，when he jetted twelve years ago，when he jetted who preceded him was depressed is twenty-eight Sultan since he quoted Constantineople by The Turkish throne.He finds it job to rule the modern Greeks or key favor." "The sovereign or Sultan of Turkey.Hamud II，is 46 years old，and is crowned only six years ago，when he jetted twelve years ago，when he jetted who preceded him was depressed is twenty-eight Sultan since he quoted Constantineople by The Turkish throne.He finds it job to rule the modern Greeks or key favor." "The sovereign or Sultan of Turkey.Hamud II，is 46 years old，and is crowned only six years ago，when he jetted twelve years ago，when he jetted who preceded him was depressed is twenty-eight Sultan since he quoted Constantineople by The Turkish throne.He finds it job to rule the modern Greeks or key favor." "The sovereign or Sultan of Turkey.Hamud II，is 46 years old，and is crowned only six years ago，when he jetted twelve years ago，when he jetted who preceded him was depressed is twenty-eight Sultan since he quoted Constantineople by The Turkish throne.He finds it job to rule the modern Greeks or key favor." "The sovereign or Sultan of Turkey.Hamud II，is 46 years old，and is crowned only six years ago，when he jetted twelve years ago，when he jetted who preceded him was depressed is twenty-eight Sultan since he quoted Constantineople by The Turkish throne.He finds it job to rule the modern Greeks or key favor." "The sovereign or Sultan of Turkey.Hamud II，is 46 years old，and is crowned only six years ago，when he jetted twelve years ago，when he jetted who preceded him was depressed is twenty-eight Sultan since he quoted Constantineople by The Turkish throne.He finds it job to rule the modern Greeks or key favor." "The sovereign or Sultan of Turkey.Hamud II，is 46 years old，and is crowned only six years ago，when he jetted twelve years ago，when he jetted who preceded him was depressed is twenty-eight Sultan since he quoted Constantineople by The Turkish throne.He finds it job to rule the modern Greeks or key favor." "The sovereign or Sultan of Turkey.Hamud II，is 46 years old，and is crowned only six years ago，when he jetted twelve years ago，when he jetted who preceded him was depressed is twenty-eight Sultan since he quoted Constantineople by The Turkish throne.He finds it job to rule the modern Greeks or key favor." 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I don't blame her for being angry. I would forgive her in such a case. She flew at me, miss, and then, miss, she had apaused. She beat the sofa, she tora her hair, she soreheaded, and me all the while saying: "Remember your eyes. Miss. Think how you will look, Miss. Your nose swalling dreadful, Miss." Finally she came to and bathed her face. And says she: "Flora, what shall I do?" "I don't know, Miss," said I. "unless you put off the wedding until you can telegraph for the trunk." "No, that's unlucky; besides, one never knows. Menaint to be depended on." "You might borrow a dress," said I. "Aha if I would be married in a dress that did not fit, she said. 'Stop; don't speak a word.' I've an idea." She sat with one finger on her lips for a while. Then she said: "My embroidered dressing gown. The white one! That's here!" In the bureau, Miss, said I. "Very well, said she. I'll be married in Telegraph for the trunk, Flora." "The white dressing gown, Miss," said I, easily astonished out of my muses. "Yes," said she, "the white dressing gown. You goose, you don't think I'm going to be married in church in that! I won't put off the welding and I won't stand up before a crowd in anything but my white satin dream. But I'll be married at the appointed hour, for all that. So telegraph for my trunk and come back soon." When I came back I found Miss Grigg in bed and the doctor sent for. He was pawled, I could see that. He couldn't tell what the matter, and Miss Grigg was two faints to speak. He questioned me. I said she had been very much agitated. He prescribed something and wont off, holding me for if she should him worm. The evening paper published the report that Miss Grigg was dangerously ill and Mr. Birch came to the hotel in a terrible fright, as palms as a sheet, to ask how she won. I took him home "Hat love and she was very ill." Then Miss Grigg said to the ladies who had come in— "Leave me with my faithful Phrase." "We were very much left alone. I can't say that I was surprised when she sat up in bed and said briskly— "Look the door. Here. I'm sick of lying on my back. I'm taken into heaven's D You me what I am about now? "Exactly, Miss," said I, "be me ill to be married within the time frame." "No," said she, "to be ill enough to be married in the white dressing gown." I'm going to be married an ugly bed. Here, "I gave a second and she lingered, and then she made a supper of sandwich and biscuits and wine, and threw the midline out while choice wines were served to me. The meal was over. The sweet scent of fine Turkish tobacco perfumed the atmosphere, and a cup of sparkling champagne was handed to me by one of the slaves. In honor to my host I drained the cup and leaned back; contemplating the blue ringlets of smoke which I blew from my cigarette up to the ceiling. A strange feeling of drowsiness overcame me. Low and exceedingly sweet music sounded on my ears; fair visions of the beautiful garden I had wandered in rose and vanished; beautiful faces and figures of women awaung to and fro in the rythmic movements of a dance, and angelic voices, accompanying the music with sweet songs. I pulled me to sleep undisturbed, and yet more beautiful by the most enchanting dreams and visions. Gradually the music died away, the voice sounded lower and lower, and with intent regret I saw the enchanting visions of dreamland. Late in the morning I woke up. Yet I seemed to be in fairyland, and slowly only reality came back to me. With the last cup of champagne I had drained a small dose of hasheem, the dring which oriental people use to convey themselves to sleep and enjoy the enchanting visions of dreamland. Austrian Blanchard's Magazine. There is no story in the history of the world more remarkable than those of Austria. It is the history of the triumph of diplomacy over war, and yet of a diplomatic dependent always for its power on a certain kind of military strength. To me it seems that though undoubtedly the heterogeneous character of the monarchy, which has always weakened its armies, is more apparent on the surface than ever, yet that in a context with Russia which should take place a year or two hence, Austria would be practically stronger than she had been at any time during her history. The Austrian armies have probably sustained more defeats than any other troops in Europe, yet over and again she has become the divisive power whose influence thrown into the male has determined the issues of victorious war. It was her union with the allies that proved fatal to Napoleon in 1812. Her union with us during the campaigns of Mallorca is connected with some of the most glorious periods of our own military history. The power of compensation which she has again and again shaken after defeat has been marred. It is no doubt due to the fact that her population almost entirely agricultural has always maintained a vast supply of hardy healthy soldiers, while the museums of her rural folk have deepened the sensibilities of the towns; hence has dispensed toward revolutionary change them any other in Harlem. Paterson's escape in Hungary is no doubt difficult for the inhabitants of the age eliminate apples. It is hard to know how much need they have taken up with persons given by young Byron by his Newfoundland. His admiration of the beauty of Newfoundland was sinister; and his pride which he inherited fascinated him hag because the hollow winds through its battlements, and the whirlwind had caused the rooms of his garden. The evil hand was once smiled until Byron had parted with it ever. His grandmother, to a demonized堡 destroyed the timber, and made such maidens slaughter of the door, that like many Maidenfield were guarded with rumins infamous accented to his likeness Newfoundland when it passed into his hands Colonial Wildman, and the work he began was taken up with persons given by young Byron by his Newfoundland was taken into his hands Colonial Wildman, and the work he began was taken up with persons given by young Byron by his Newfoundland was taken into his hands Colonial Wildman, and the work he began was taken up with persons given by young Byron by his Newfoundland was taken into his hands Colonial Wildman, and the work he began was taken up with persons given by young Byron by his Newfoundland was taken into his hands Colonial Wildman, By entering through the principal ROYALTY. Complete List of the Living Monarchy of Europe. Queen Victoria now holds a place among the oldest sovereigns of Europe. In May of next year she will be 70 years of age. She is been on the throne for half a century, enjoys good health, and bids fair to live and reign for many years yet. If she attains the age of her grandfather, George III, she will wield the sceptre up to the year 101. If at that time her son, the Prince of Wales, becomes King, he will have reached the ripe age of 60 years, and his tendency to admire will doubtless have become more marked than it is now. The new German Emperor Frederick is 57 years of age, and his Empress, the dangler Queen Victoria, is 48. Judging from biographies, he does not closely resemble departed father in the face, but she looks much like her mother. If Frederick lived to be as old as his father, and shape him may, he will wear his crown up the year 1922. His ailments dim his aspects, but the Scottish Dr. Mackenzie banish his ailments. The King of the Belgians, Leopold II, is 53 years old, and if he should reign till he chooses the age at which his father died, he be king up to the year 1910. He has worn on the throne nearly twenty-three years. The Emperor of Anatria, Francis Joseph, 85 years old; and he has worn the initial crown for forty years. His predecessor was his uncle, who abdicated the throne when but 55 years of age, because he was tired of the turmoil and trouble. Francis Joseph is a polished scholar, a knight, an equistrian, an admirer of military cap and a charmer. He is healthy, and a fair to reign for a long time yet. The King of Italy, Humberto I, is 44 years and has worn the crown since the death his father, ten years ago. He is but the sound of the Kings of United Italy, and his niece is in the eternal city of Rome. The Emperor of Russia, Alexander III, 33 years old, and mounted the throne after the murder of his father, seven years way from the Manafield near you gain a charming drive of nearly a mile in length before the abbey comes in view. The cupices, shrubberies and embankments are picturequally varied, and this conclusion portions of the descending drive somewhat audibly reveals the abbay and the famous lake apes and in which Byron spent a considerable amount of time, mostly with the dog Bantawain for a companion. As the poet says in the stamina devoted to a pen-and ink sketch of the "old, old monastery," with its rich and rare "Mint Gothic," the manion "Lee a little low;" his explanation being that the former monash inhabitants preferred a hill behind to shelter their devotion from the wind. The picturesequemens of the abbey depends in truth, not a little upon this situation. The venerable pile fits well into that sheltered corner with treas beyond, and the fine lake in front. The handsome stables near the lake are covered with ivy, and look as ancient and classical as the abbey, but they were built by Mr. Webb to harmonize with the surroundings. The grand rains of the west front, the Byron oak, Bantawain's tomb, the quadrangle with its historic fountain I need only mention. The eagerness evinced by visitors, English as well as American, to see these familiar objects, is proof of the importance with which they are invested. We cannot be too grateful for the kindly manner in which all are open to the inspection of visitors, at the times and with the necessary restrictions laid down for pilgrimages to the place. There is a curious mixture of ancient and modern in the objects of interest in the interior, but the latter are so curious and rare that they might be allowed to rank with the former. Mr. Webb has been a mighty nimrod, and very early after entering the low-called crypt yew are brought face to face with the trophies of his African chase. By and by a case of brilliant birds will be seen sides by sides with old armor and antique furniture, and there are in the abbey many riches of Mr. Webb's old friend Ludwigstone, who, during his last visit to Newcastle, wrote the greater portion of his book on the Zambesi. To students of Byron—the most interesting rooms are doubled those in part that was to some extent habitable when the young poet and his roystering companions occasionally kept their revels at way from the Manafield near you gain a charming drive of nearly a mile in length before the abbay comes in view. The cupices, shrubberies and embankments are picturequally varied, and this conclusion portions of the descending drive somewhat audibly reveals the abbay and the famous lake apes and in which Byron spent a considerable amount of time, mostly with the dog Bantawain for a companion. As the poet says in the stamina devoted to a pen-and ink sketch of the "old, old monastery," with its rich and rare "Mint Gothic," the manion "Lee a little low;" his explanation being that the former monash inhabitants preferred a hill behind to shelter their devotion from the wind. The picturesequemens of the abbey depends in truth, not a little upon this situation. The venerable pile fits well into that sheltered corner with treas beyond, and the fine lake in front. The handsome stables near the lake are covered with ivy, and look as ancient and classical as the abbey, but they were built by Mr. Webb to harmonize with the surroundings. The grand rains of the west front, the Byron oak, Bantawain's tomb, the quadrangle with its historic fountain I need only mention. The eagerness evinced by visitors, English as well as American, to see these familiar objects, is proof of the importance with which they are invested. We cannot be too grateful for the kindly manner in which all are open to the inspection of visitors, at the times and with the necessary restrictions laid down for pilgrimages to the place. There is a curious mixture of ancient and modern in the objects of interest in the interior, but the latter are so curious and rare that they might be allowed to rank with the former. Mr. Webb has been a mighty nimrod, and very early after entering the low-called crypt yew are brought face to face with the trophies of his African chase. By and by a case of brilliant birds will be seen sides by sides with old armor and antique furniture, and there are in the abbey many riches of Mr. Webb's old friend Ludwigstone, who during his last visit to Newcastle, wrote the greater portion of his book on the Zambesi. To students of Byron—the most interesting rooms are doubled those in part that was to some extent habitable when the young poet and his roystering companions occasionally kept their revels at way from the Manafield near you gain a charming drive of nearly a mile in length before the abbay comes in view. The cupices, shrubberies and embankments are picturequally varied, and this conclusion portions of the descending drive somewhat audibly reveals the abbay and the famous lake apes and in which Byron spent a considerable amount of time, mostly with the dog Bantawain for a companion. As the poet says in the stamina devoted to a pen-and ink sketch of the "old, old monastery," with its rich and rare "Mint Gothic," the manion "Lee a little low;" his explanation being that the former monash inhabitants preferred a hill behind to shelter their devotion from the wind. The picturesequemens of the abbey depends in truth, not a little upon this situation. The venerable pile fits well into that sheltered corner with treas beyond, and the fine lake in front. The handsome stables near the lake are covered with ivy, and look as ancient and classical as the abbey, but they were built by Mr. Webb to harmonize with the surroundings. The grand rains of the west front, the Byron oak, Bantawain's tomb, the quadrangle with its historic fountain I need only mention. The eagerness evinced by visitors, English as well as American, to see these familiar objects, is proof of the importance with which they are invested. We cannot be too grateful for the kindly manner in which all are open to the inspection of visitors, at the times and with the necessary restrictions laid down for pilgrimages to the place. There is a curious mixture of ancient and modern in the objects of interest in the interior, but the latter are so curious and rare that they might be allowed to rank with the former. Mr. Webb has been a mighty nimrod, and very early after entering the low-called crypt yew are brought face to face with the trophies of his African chase. By and by a case of brilliant birds will be seen sides by sides with old armor and antique furniture, and there are in the abbey many riches of Mr. Webb's old friend Ludwigstone, who during his last visit to Newcastle, wrote the greater portion of his book on the Zambesi. To students of Byron—the most interesting rooms are doubled those in part that was to some extent habitable when the young poet and his roystering companions occasionally kept their revels at way from the Manafield near you gain a charming drive of nearly a mile in length before the abbay comes in view. The cupices, shrubberies and embankments are picturequally varied, and this conclusion portions ofthe descending drive somewhat audibly revealsthe abbay andthe familywithgreat injustice. One publication—that which most gave her pain—represented some time ago, just after Mrs.Garfield started to Europe; that real purposeof her long journey was to get her daughter oneofthe country in order to be latter ableto break off a marriage that she contemplated.The story，asthetypesofthesemonogmengaveitwasthatJ.JanuaryBrownwhowasGeneralGarfield'sPrivateSecretary,hadwonMissMollieGarfield'sheart,andwasanxioustomakeherhiswifeforwhithoMr.Garfield'sinterestdisposition.MissGarfieldwaspicturedbeingcarriedofftocureherofherlovebyarapidEuropeantourwhereinnewscenesandnewfaceswererelledupontomakeherforgestfulofherawetheart.Mr.Brownisearatelythirtyyearsold.Hebrahasbrainsandprinciple.BornofpoorparentshehasanlittlefortunenowforhardworkandprudentwayshavebroughthimprosperityWhenGeneralGarfieldwas electedtothePresidencythereweremanyadviserswhohoughtyouasoungaomanasStanleyBrownhisExcuse The King of Italy, Humberto I, is 44 years old and has worn the crown since the death of his father, ten years ago. He is but the head of the Kings of United Italy, and his son is in the eternal city of Rome. The King of Denmark, Christian IX, is 60 years old and has reigned for seven years. He is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughters is the wife of the Irishman Ciar; another of his daughters is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughters is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughters is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughters is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughters is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughters is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughters is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughters is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughters is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughter is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughter is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughter is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughter is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughter is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughter is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughter is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughter is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of her daughter is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of her daughter is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of her daughter is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of her daughter is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of her daughter is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of her daughter is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of her daughter is the wife of the Russian Czar; another of her daughter is the wife of her daughter is the wife of her daughter is the wife of her daughter is the wife of her daughter is the wife of her daughter is the wife of her daughter is the wife of her daughter is the wife of her daughter is the wife of her daughter is the wife of her daughter is the wife of her daughter is the wife of her daughter is the wife of her daughter is the wife of her mother is not mentioned. The power and authority of the King of Spain, Alfonso XIII, who is not yet two years old, is limited by the regency of his sister. He never saw his royal sire. The King of Greece, or King of the Hellenic throne, he built it a hard rule to rule modern Greeks or keep their sovereign or Sultan of Turkey, Abdul II, is 45 years old, and succeeded to abruptly twelve years ago when he predeceased him was deposed. He was twenty-eight Sultan since the conquest of Constantinople by the Turks. The King of Netherlands, William III, is the oldest monarch in Europe, being at age 71, and entered upon the sixth year of his reign St. Patrick's Day. He was a son of the royal house of England. Even in Holland, the old monarchery at times. The King of Romania, Carol I, is 49 years old, and was pronounced King only in nine years ago, but before that time he been for fourteen years the Domunal subjects. The King of Servia, Milan I, is 34, and crowned only six years ago, but before he had held the throne for fourteen by election as Prince Milan Obrenovic. He is the fourth of his dynasty since threw off the Turkish yoke in 1829. Predecessor was assassinated. The reigning Prince of Montenegro is Josel I, who is 47 years old, and has lived for twenty-eight years. Germany there are three Kings and a Duke besides the Emperor of Germany and King of Prussia, which are one are the King of Bavaria, the King of Luxemburg, the King of Saxony and the King Grand Duke of Baden. Are there in Europe two kingless councils—France and Switzerland. Both of these politics seem to be able to get along and peace without the guidance of either Emperors. The President of the French republic, M. Mott, is 51 years old, and was elected twice in December last. He is a graduate in Polytechnic School in Paris, and held office before his election as President. There are over 38,000,000 people in French republic. The republic of Switzerland has highest rank at the government is President Federal Council, holds office for this term. The King of Italy, Humberto I, is 44 years old and has worn the crown since the death of his father, ten years ago. He is but the head of the Kings of United Italy, and his son is in the eternal city of Rome. The King of Denmark, Christian IX, is 60 years old and has reigned for seven years. He is the wife of the Irishman Ciar; another of his daughters are his wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughters are his wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughters are his wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughters are his wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughters are his wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughters are his wife of the Russian Czar; another of his daughters are his wife of... BYRON'S ANCESTRAL HOME Atlantic Abbey, New York the House of the African Traveller, W. F. Wash. London Daily News. A visitor to Newland abbay in these may take train to the boundary of the but the favorite method of making the mission is to drive from Mansfield or Notham, and take Hackhall Torkand (in church Lord Byron's body is buried) in way. Summer is the season for Newabay. Only when the trees (memorable of them of the days when Sher was verily a format) are in full foliage can fully understand the delight, al- accompanied by foreboding and dagened to young Byron by his demolate land. His admiration of the honeymoon was sinner; and the rainbow which he inherited fascinated him per- because the hollow winds whistled high its battlements, and the honeymoon had caused the rooms of the once living garden. The evil hand was on Newmanal Bryon and partied with it for His granddaughter, to a demonstration frenzy, raised the timber, and made each whale-mouth of the door, that like marmots were gurgled with roses. The influence seemed to be lifted from sound when it passed into the hands of Wildman, and the work of restraints began was taken up with permanent maintenance by the present owner, W. F. Wash. The lance African traveller, and usual heartiness by Mrs. Wash. Newabay at this day is in excellent preamble, the problems were probably minor; yet the push has been long remembered in the ransom of the "wrist old manning through the principal gold mining" and deeply rolled collar. Black lace dresses are now made up over ships of shot silk, either mosaic green with rose, pink with gray or red with blue. Flowers are now mounted with their own leaves, or ferns or grass, as the taste of the moment is against the mixture of blossoms. Close wreaths of roses, without leaves, either upon the edge, or half-way the brim, will be immensely stylish upon lace spring bonnets. Very few handkerchiefs have not merely a colored border, but dots, blocks, bars and rings—even Pompédour bouquette—rieting over their whole surface. New baskets have pointed backs, stiffly boned throughout, and though there is an effort to trim sleeves into untidiness the favorite mode is yet the uttaty ruff of folds, held by a closely strapped bow. Parts milliner are just now making large use of ribbon velvet and quilled gold lace, but it is to be hoped they will think better of it and not doom us to a whole season of such eye-offending barbarity. New parapets are larger and longer than those of last year, and natural wood, stained and then tortured out of coneit of itself into rings and bows and knots and so on, the favorite material for handles. Tailors are sending home with spring suits caps of dark cloth barely touching the waist behind and with fishure fronts, pinked upon the edges, which are underlaid with a pink strip of cloth of a lighter contrasting color. There are 2,000 married miners in Butte, Montana, that want handsome fellows who are just aching to get married and would pay $100 marriage license with the greatest pleasure. A good wife at any price is cheap enough. TO AN OAK-TREE IN SPRING. Harper's Weekly. Then art a true conservative stunt oak, And wearer loyalty thy withered leaves. For neither mold October's rains, that erries in sightless woods, nor wild November's stroke Of furnace animals could win them from thy hold. And all the winter through, when placed by hall And befitted by blades of key jaws. Thorn still has minded me of Larry, old. Drumming his habit round his royal limbs And reminiscent of summer funny? Do they keep permanent summons for them Of emmy warmth, and humming breeze, Of chaining birds that marked in thy hover? Or are they hungry and down their fondly wails? Will they shuffle thru them with their former sister Alas for summertime? These and the hour Will bones win thy group, until they drown Where lies a sunny flag twenty-burnt in pavement fight to lead a hospitable bed; In pearls fight to lead a hospitable bed; Now lime and buried in hospital homes. No face burden in all the mood as soon That has not deserved to sound the morning queue. All things with my smile Mrs. right in rags, and yield her hard dress. She is here well, warmed up and thin. More mobility through the other months than flowers. Volunteers fill the cultivated air. They maintain are here, made a woman. A prophet hatch is shaking on thy branches, Shagging of橡皮树 shall with him clear Instant of opposing the sails of Mr. Brown, I have welcomed it. I know how many he is and how worthy of every confidence. I could not trust my daughter's fortunes to any other that could make me happier. I am deeply sorry that my trip has been made the pretext for inflicting embarrassment upon him. The only fault that I can find with him is that he did not promptly deny the offensive tale, as he had away authority to do. Instead of thus putting himself right, however, he deemed that it would be unmanly for him to enter into anything like a dispute with the rumor-distributors, wherein the names of ladies would have somewhat to figure. He was purported by inquiries about the stories, but he refused to dissuase them, waiting patiently for our return; and even when we are here he has continued to ignore the reports, fearing that we might be annoyed at the liberty taken with our names. That was manliness, wasn't it? Do you wonder that I am proud of such a prospective son-in-law, and insist on the formal announcement of the engagement at once? AN ENGINEKERING FEAT. The Brighton Bench Hotel moved back from the sea. New York, April 3. — The Brighton Bench Hotel stands 117 feet farther back from the beach to night than yesterday. The hotel was built a dozen years ago on Coney Island 500 feet back of high-water mark. Little by little she erept in, and of late years the old band stand, which could be reached by swimming or rowing. Last summer she splashed on the foundation, and the hotel people decided to move it back, and it was thought a good scheme to build a lot of railroad tracks under the hotel, then run flat cars under it and lag it away with locomotives. One hundred and twelve men were placed under the hotel. The building is a four-story wood structure with five towers. Its sea frontage is 500 feet, and it is 120 feet deep. Its estimated weight is about 8,000-10,000 pounds. This morning the job of moving the building begun. Six engines arranged in groups of three were shortly completed together and stood on the fourth and twentieth tracks, at the twenty-fourth which are twenty-three feet apart. The cars and engines were hitched together by long chains. The big chains were anchored at one end by eleven and one inch inch mesh abutten; these hawkers led through a building and a number of blocks until the other ends were made fast to the hindmost loosening. The hawkers walked more than than three miles and went into miles long. Thousands of people flocked to the beach. The engineers hauled away for a minute and moved the building seven feet. After about six hours and half they finished their twelfth foot. Then it was found that the sails and just six inches behind the sails. Within the next ten days the hotel will be handed back until it finishes in 600 feet from high-tile-mark. The cost of moving her 110 by 600-900 and total cost of building lower site will be $190-500.