anaheim-gazette 1894-07-19

SCATTERED ROSES. A little maiden strayed one day Where roses bloomed along the hedges. Where dancing daisies decked the way, And ferns peeped out from mossy sedges She heaped her little wooden cart With the bright blooms to overflowing. Then turned to go, her little heart Unconscious where her feet were going. A hillside lay along before. With every step the child ascended. She spilled her roses more and more Till all were gone, and day was ended. And when the maiden came not back Came anxious loved ones out to find her And traced her by the rosy track Of all the flowers she left behind her. Our little maiden grows in grace. Her path along life's highway leading. Her still ascending feet we trace By flowers she droppeth, still unheeding. THE ASSASSIN. Polydore Chapoteau, grocer, had retired from business. He had taken a house in the country, where he raised chickens and lived happily. He was considered among the fortunate few who realized their dreams here below. Chapoteau was a good fellow and was fond of entertaining his neighbors. Champignol was his best friend. They had played some famous games of billiards together and had become intimate, though not without a little rivalry in caroms. Champignol lived at the other end of the village, and every Thursday he came to take pot luck with Chapoteau. Well, one Thursday when the melons were ripe Champignol arrived, as usual. "Mme. Chapoteau and the servant have gone to the city and will not return till the last train. We are alone and must prepare our feast ourselves." Champignol put on the servant's apron, Chapoteau his wife's apron, and while one prepared the vegetables the other one roasted the meat. It was a fine feast. A melon just ripe, cultivated by Chapoteau with paternal tenderness, appeared at dessert. Champignol adored melons. He left only the rind and the seeds. "I have eaten too much," he said after the coffee. He became melancholy. Chapoteau got up, and without saying a word opened a drawer where his pharmacy was arranged, and taking one of the vials poured from it into Champignol's mouth a teaspoonful of medicine. "You do not find me unprepared," he said. "Do you not feel better?" Champignol rubbed his hand over his stomach and nodded affirmatively. Suddenly he mind a little. Near the hedge there was a large round hole. Chapoteau rolled the body of his friend into it. His feet projected beyond, so he covered them with straw. "Adien, Champignol," he sobbed. There at least his victim was in a secure place. They would not discover him there very soon. Chapoteau would have time to escape. He reached the fields, walking straight ahead, without plans. He had only one thought—to get away, to go to the end of the world, but his feet refused to carry him. Every few minutes he was obliged to sit down by the roadside. He had knotted a handkerchief about his head, so as not to be recognized. Already he was devising the ruses of the criminal. Three hours had suffled to lose his assured position, to make an assassin of him, to lower him to the ranks of the greatest rascals. What did his conscience matter to him? He would not be the less culpable in the eyes of the world, and his crime would appear all the more horrible because his victim had been his best friend. And yet he had been an honest man during 55 years. He had practiced all the virtues. He had dreamed of dying in his bed. Poor Chapoteau! Most unfortunate Mme. Chaputeau! He saw himself on the bench of the accused. The judge was talking to him. They had spread out before him the victim's clothes, and in the darkness the crowd howled, stamped and threatened to kill him. Then a greater fear spurred him on, and he began again to walk. Sometimes he stopped, believing he could hear some one running after him. The trees took on strange forms in the darkness. The wind whispered, "Poisoner!" He stopped for a long time on the bank of a pond trying to persuade himself to jump in. A noise of footsteps caused him to look up suddenly. Two policemen were coming toward him. In the dusk they seemed enormous, like the pillars of the guillotine. "It is all over," moaned poor Chapoteau, "they have followed me. They will arrest me." He hid himself behind a hedge. The policemen passed on. Chapoteau wandered for an hour or two. He could no longer see nor hear. His head swayed on his shoulders, as an empty gourd sways in the wind. "By this time," he thought, "I should be in my bed at home." And distracted by his fears he stumbled against a wall. There were houses in front of him, black as his crime, as his thoughts, as his remorse. However, a light gleamed beneath a door. Tired YARNS ABOUT GOULDEN INCIDENTS SHOWING CHARACTERISTICS OF THE FINANCIER. He Avoided New-paper Men, but a Denver Reporter Trapped Him Once—Sent On Man to Jim Keene—How He Learned That Whisky Was a Bad Surveyor. There was nothing he detested more than newspaper notoriety. He used fudge reporters, and only one of them as far as known, ever fairly outwit him. Fred Skiff, the city editor of the Denver Tribune, detailed reporter after reporter to interview Mr. Gould during one of his visits to Colorado, but can brought back word that the little road king would not be seen and he posted sentiments all along the hotel corridors to drive intruders away. So Skiff set out to do the job himself. He hunted up a friendly Pullman car conductor and borrowed his uniform. Then he walked into the hotel and up the stair. "Look a-here," said he to the sentinel he met, "what does Mr. Gould propose to do about that car? I must know right away, for if he isn't going to use it tomorrow I've got to take back to Chicago." The sentry knew nothing about the car, of course, and advised Skiff to say Gould about it himself. So Skiff successfully ran the gantlet of the half dozen lockes, growling all the time about another people's business. Judge Ushah one of Gould's attorneys, who was consultation with his client when he bogus sleeping car conductor was shown in, immediately recognized Skiff, having known him back in Kansas. "When did you get out of the new paper business?" inquired the astonished lawyer. "I ain't out of it," replied Skiff, "but I had to put on this disguise in order to get in here to interview Mr. Gould." "Young man," said Mr. Gould steely, "if you're a reporter, you can take yourself right out of the room, for I am not to be interviewed." Skiff argued the point and not being invited to be seated coolly sat down on the floor. "Unless you put me out," said he "I shall stay here till you tell me what your plans are." This audacity pleased Gould. He looked at Usher, and seeing the law clutching heartily broke out into a loud laugh. "Well, what do you want to know he said finally in the tone of a man who is weared with objecting." It was a mid-19th century cultivated by Chapoteau with paternal tenderness, appeared at dessert. Chapignol adored melons. He left only the rind and the seeds. "I have eaten too much," he said after the coffee. He became melancholy. Chapoteau got up, and without saying a word opened a drawer where his pharmacy was arranged, and taking one of the vials poured from it into Champignol's mouth a teaspoonful of medicine. "You do not find me unprepared," he said. "Do you not feel better?" Champignol rubbed his hand over his stomach and nodded affirmatively. Suddenly his chin dropped, and he appeared to be asleep. "Refreshing sleep!" murmured Chapoteau, happy at the effect of his drug, and while waiting for Champignol to awaken he commenced to wash the dishes. Half an hour later he returned to the room on his tiptoes. Champignol had not awakened. "I will look after my chickens," said Chapoteau to himself. Half an hour passed thus. Champignol still slept on. "He is taking a long nap," thought Chapoteau. "I will arrange the lettuce." That occupied a full hour. Now Champignol would surely be awake. But Champignol still slept. "Ah, the idea!" growled Chapoteau, and he commenced to slap his friend on the back, gently at first, then harder and finally with his fists. Champignol did not move. Then a cold shiver ran over Chapoteau. Had an accident happened to him? Could he have burst a blood vessel? Melons are traitorous. He opened Champignol's hands and slapped them, opened his mouth and breathed into it. Finally, not knowing what to do, he began to tickle him under his arms and laughed loudly to excite him. In truth, poor Chapoteau had no desire at all to laugh. Champignol remained as lifeless as a work of art. "Perhaps it would be better to leave him alone." He will awaken himself. Chapoteau walked about his garden, a prey to a vague agitation. Suddenly the idea came into his mind that his friend was playing him a trick. He knelt before him. "Now, Champignol, no more foolishness. You have deceived me long enough." Champignol did not move. "Champignol, dear old Champignol, my dear Champignol, Guonal, my little Pignol!" Chapoteau employed all the tones of tenderness, surprise and terror. "Little Pignol" was said in a heartbroken way, with a trembling voice. A stone would have been touched, but Champignol remained insensible. "Ah, that's it, is it?" said Chapoteau, and becoming fierce he gave his sleeping friend a blow in the face. "There! Now we shall see!" Champignal oscillated, swayed and fell forward with his head upon the table. "Ah! You want to frighten me! That won't do! There and there!" He was becoming exasperated. The honest and gentle Chapoteau had been transiently cultivated by Chapoteau with paternal tenderness, appeared at dessert. Champignol adored melons. He left only the rind and the seeds. "I have eaten too much," he said after the coffee. He became melancholy. Chapoteau got up, and without saying a word opened a drawer where his pharmacy was arranged, and taking one of the vials poured from it into Champignol's mouth a teaspoonful of medicine. "You do not find me unprepared," he said. "Do you not feel better?" Champignol rubbed his hand over his stomach and nodded affirmatively. Suddenly his chin dropped, and he appeared to be asleep. "Refreshing sleep!" murmured Chapoteau, happy at the effect of his drug, and while waiting for Champignol to awaken he commenced to wash the dishes. Half an hour later he returned to the room on his tiptoes. Champignol had not awakened. "I will look after my chickens," said Chapoteau to himself. Half an hour passed thus. Champignol still slept on. "He is taking a long nap," thought Chapoteau. "I will arrange the lettuce." That occupied a full hour. Now Champignol would surly be awake. But Champignol still slept. "Ah, the idea!" growled Chapoteau, and he commenced to slap his friend on the back, gently at first, then harder and finally with his fists. Champignol did not move. Then a cold shiver ran over Chapoteau. Had an accident happened to him? Could he have burst a blood vessel? Melons are traitorous. He opened Champigneols hands and slapped them, opened his mouth and breathed into it. Finally, not knowing what to do, he began to tickle him under his arms and laughed loudly to excite him. In truth, poor Chapoteau had no desire at all to laugh. Champignol remained as lifeless as a work of art. "Perhaps it would be better to leave him alone." He will awaken himself." Chapoteau walked about his garden, a prey to a vague agitation. Suddenly the idea came into his mind that his friend was playing him a trick. He knelt before him. "Now, Champigneol, no more foolishness. You have deceived me long enough." Champigneol did not move. "Champigneol, dear old Champigneol, my dear Champigneol, Guonal, my little Pignol!" Chapoteau employed all the tones of tenderness, surprise and terror. "Little Pignol" was said in a heartbroken way, with a trembling voice. A stone would have been touched, but Champigneol remained insensible. "Ah, that's it, is it?" said Chapoteau, and becoming fierce he gave his sleeping friend a blow in the face. "The there! Now we shall see!" Champigneal oscillated, swayed and fell forward with his head upon the table. "Ah! You want to frighten me! That won't do! There and there!" He was becoming exasperated. The honest and gentle Chapoteau had been transiently cultivated by Chapoteau with paternal tenderness, appeared at dessert. Champignol adored melons. He left only the rind and the seeds. "I have eaten too much," he said after the coffee. He became melancholy. Chapoteau got up, and without saying a word opened a drawer where his pharmacy was arranged, and taking one of the vials poured from it into Champignol's mouth a teaspoonful of medicine. "You do not find me unprepared," he said. "Do you not feel better?" Champigneol rubbed his hand over his stomach and nodded affirmatively. Suddenly his chin dropped, and he appeared to be asleep. "Refreshing sleep!" murmured Chapoteau, happy at the effect of his drug, and while waiting for Champigneol to awaken he commenced to wash the dishes. Half an hour later he returned to the room on his tiptoes. Champigneol had not awakened. "I will look after my chickens," said Chapoteau to himself. Half an hour passed thus. Champigneol still slept on. "He is taking a long nap," thought Chapoteau. "I will arrange the lettuce." That occupied a full hour. Now Champigneoll would surly be awake. But Champigneoll still slept. "Ah, that's it," growled Chapoteau, and he commenced to slap his friend on the back, gently at first, then harder and finally with his fists. Champigneoll did not move. Then a cold shiver ran over Chapoteau. Had an accident happened to him? Could he have burst a blood vessel? Melons are traitorous. He opened Champigneols hands and slapped them, opened his mouth and breathed into it. Finally, not knowing what to do, he began to tickle him under his arms and laughed loudly to excite him. In truth, poor Chapenteoll had no desire at all to laugh. Champigneoll remained as lifeless as a work of art. "Perhaps it would be better to leave him alone." He will awaken himself." Chapoteau walked about his garden, a prey to a vague agitation. Suddenly the idea came into his mind that his friend was playing him a trick. He knelt before him. "Now, Champigneoll, no more foolishness. You have deceived me long enough." Champigneoll did not move. "Champigneoll, dear old Champigneoll, my dear Champigneoll, Guonal, my little Pignoll!" ChapOTEOL employed all the tones of tenderness, surprise and terror. "Little Pignoll" was said in a heartbroken way, with a trembling voice. A stone would have been touched, but Champigneoll remained insensible. "Ah, that's it, is it?" said Chapeteoll, and becoming fierce he gave his sleeping friend a blow in the face. "The there! Now we shall see!" Champingeal oscillated, swayed and fell forward with his head upon the table. "Ah! You want to frighten me! That won't do! There and there!" He was becoming exasperated. The honest and gentle Chapteoll had been transiently cultivated by Chapteoll with paternal tenderness, appeared at dessert. Champigneoll adored melons. He left only the rind and the seeds. "It has all over," moaned poor Chapenteoll; "they have followed me. They will arrest me." He hid himself behind a hedge. The policemen passed on. Chapenteoll wandered for an hour or two. He could no longer see nor hear. His head swayed on his shoulders, as an empty gourd swains in the wind. "By this time," he thought, "I should be in my bed at home." And distracted by his fears he stumbled against a wall. There were houses in front of him, black as his crime, as his thoughts, as his remorse. However, a light gleamed beneath a door. Tired out, his strength and energy exhausted, he knocked. He heard voices inside. Finally they opened the door. Chapenteoll gave a loud cry. "Chapenteoll!" It was Chapenteoll in person. He had awakened in the hole and was still laughing at the joke. Chapenteoll a joker indeed! Chapenteoll thought himself dreaming. Then he had not given a fatal dose of laudanum—though a little too much, it is true. He had not killed Chapenteoll. He had not committed a crime! He would not die on the scaffold! He touched Chapenteoll with the tips of his fingers, as one touches a delicate piece of game, fearing that this shape was only Chapenteoll's shadow. In reality, Chapenteoll never forgave Chapenteoll for the fright which he gave him that day.—Translated From the French For Romance. HE NEVER FOUND IT OUT. Pathetic Tale of a Lost Pocketbook and a Charming Gown. “What a charming gown that is!” cried the young woman with the picture hat. “I only wish I had one like it,” but I never could afford it.” “Neither could I, my dear, if I hadn’t lost my pocket book.” “好 gracious，prosperity has affected your mind!” I don’t see how. “Well，你见，Albert gave me the money to buy a gown.” I told him it was not half enough，but he protested it was every cent he could afford. I cried for two days about it，and as he didn’t give in then I concluded he was really telling the truth，so I started out to do the best I could.I went to every dry goods store in town and never worked so hard in my life，但 I couldn’t find what I wanted at the price.Finally in despair I decided to take the first piece I had looked at，and oh，Laura，imagine my horror to find when the clerk had cut off that pattern that I had lost my pocketbook!” “How perfectly awful!” “我 wasn’t it? I thought I should die.I knew I would have to tell Albert all about it some time，so I rushed around to his office to tell him in the presence of strangers，when he could not say anything dreadful.I wept and accused myself of carelessness，when he said he would advertise，我 for I couldn’t remember when I had it last nor how much money was in it.His partner was there，and he seemed to feel so sorry for me—he’s an old bachelor—that Albert didn’t scold much and actually gave me the money she second time.” “And you went and got the gown?” “It is all over，” moaned poor Chapenteoll; “they have followed me.” It was all over when they told me what life was such a frigid expression that the interviewer has shivered at the moment memory of it ever since，but finally opened the door on a crack and asked. “Young man，do you want me?” Yes，sir。I want to interview you on the subject of—— Mr.Gould began to shut the door. “On the subject of the devil!” yelled the indignant reporter as he saw all her hopes fading away. “Young man，” said Mr.Gould，opening the door once more an inch or two.“on that subject you had better see JJ Keene.他 got all the points and anxious to give them away to spite of Flood!” Gould always believed that the secret of his ability to overcome others in any contest of wits was his temperate hale of life.Hever tasted whisky but once in the days when he was a surveyor,a small way and was mapping a county on the practical line of getting lodgings,and meals of the farmers in exchange for marking correct sundials on the doorsteps he became tired one hour dusty afternoon.Here came to a count tavern.In his pocket was a 5 cent piece It suddenly struck him that as a medeorit relieve faintness he ought to buy glass of whisky with his nickel.“I won ignorant of bar usage,”he said once describing the incident to a friend，“and so when a glass and a bottle were set before我a filmed the tumbler choo full.The bartender made no protections.I swallowed the big horn.Went my way,trundling my wheelbarrow row like measure of distances and occasionally taking the bearings with a seat.t.Never in my life had my worm gone off half so blithesomely,and fawlish I felt as though making a map.the starry heavens instead of a very dusty portion of this mundane sphere.After an hour or more of exaltation tenderness, surprise and terror. "Little Pignol" was said in a heartbroken way, with a trembling voice. A stone would have been touched, but Champignol remained insensible. "Ah, that's it, is it?" said Chapoteau, and becoming fierce he gave his sleeping friend a blow in the face. "There! Now we shall see!" Champignal oscillated, swayed and fell forward with his head upon the table. "Ahi! You want to frighten me! That won't do! There and there!" He was becoming exasperated. The honest and gentle Chapoteau had been transformed into an inquisitor. Suddenly his arm fell. If this should be real! If it were not a joke of Champignol's! He seized his hat and rushed out like the wind. Where should he go? For the doctor, parble! Why had he not thought of that sooner? He was only a few steps from the doctor's house when a terrible thought stopped him short. He had given laudanum to Champignoll, to be sure, but he thought he had given him only a fair dose. Perhaps he had made a mistake. Perhaps he had poisoned Champignol. They would have an autopsy of the body. They would discover the poison. He would be arrested, judged, condemned and dragged to the scaffold! To the scaffold! The ideas clashed together in his head. He felt as if a mill wheel were revolving in his brain. He retraced his steps. Perhaps—who knows?—Champignol may have awakened at last! Vain hope! Champignol had turned green. His hands were as cold as marble. His heart had ceased beating. Their little pleasuring was turning into a tragedy. Chapoteau buried his head in his hands, sad, distracted, seeing nothing but that inert, mass, those rigid members and closed eyes, and through the doors he seemed to hear the noise of the courtroom. He was alone, without witnesses. No one could prove his innocence. Everything was against him. It would be impossible also to provo an alibi. People had seen Champignol come in, and it was known that he came every Thursday. They had seen him also walking in his garden. Chapoteau believed himself lost. Only one resource was left him. He took Champignol in his arms, lifted him from his chair, and pulling him by his shoulders, his head and his legs dragged him to the end of the garden. It was growing dark. Suddenly a board fell near to Chapoteau. He started, cried out, ready to struggle, thinking the officers had come to arrest him. The silhouette of a cat, prowling the wall in the clear twilight, eased "How perfectly awful!" "Wasn't it? I thought I should die. I knew I would have to tell Albert all about it some time, so I rushed around to his office to tell him in the presence of strangers, when he could not say anything dreadful. I wept and accused myself of carelessness, when he said he would advertise, for I couldn't remember when I had it last nor how much money was in it. His partner was there, and he seemed to feel so sorry for me—he's an old bachelor—that Albert didn't scold much and actually gave me the money the second time." "And you went and got the gown?" "Well, no. I had changed my mind about that piece of goods, it had such a cheap look, so I just went home to think it over." "But you never got that gown cheap?" "No, I didn't. The fact is, I found my pocketbook on the hall table where I had left it when I took out my car fare to put in my glove. I am so careful of money that I don't like to display much in the cars." "And what did Albert say when he found it out?" "He would have said a great deal if he had found it out, but he never did. I knew he'd scold me for carelessness if I told him, so I just kept all the money and bought my gown. I'm so glad you like it, dear!"—Chicago Tribune. A youth who had been paid by the enemies of the poet Lamotte to hiss a tragedy of the latter which was being performed for the first time was so deeply affected by a pathetic scene that, bursting into tears, he turned to a friend who was sitting by and said to him: "Do me the favor of hissing instead of me. I haven't either the courage or the strength to do it."—Odi Giotto. Circumstantial Evidence. Even the clearest and most perfect circumstantial evidence is likely to be at fault, after all, and therefore ought to be received with great caution. Take the case of any pencil, sharpened by any woman. If you have witnesses, you will find she did it with a knife, but if you take simply the aspect of the pencil you will say she did it with her teeth.—Mark Twain in Century. The Largest Book In The World. When the British museum catalogue is completed, says Dr. Garnett, the librarian, it will be positively the largest book in the world. During the 13 years which it has been in preparation 1,400-600 distinct titles and entries have been printed in all sorts of languages and presenting all sorts of difficulties. In some forms of heart disease proves a useful sedative, while in other it is positively injurious. 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Grogan, deceased, to the creditors of, and all persons having claims against the said deceased, to exhibit the same with the necessary voucherers, within 41 months after the first publication of this notice (which publication was first made on the 28th day of June, 1894), to the said executor, at the office of Jan. G. Scarborough, Esq., Rooms 4 and 5, First National Bank building, city of Santa Ana, hereby designated as the place where the business of said estate is transacted in the county of Orange. Dated this 21st day of June, 1894. James E. Grogan, Executer of the last will and testament of B. R. Grogan, deceased. Foreman & Corbett —BLACKSMITHING—and WAGON-WORK. Horseshoeing a Specialty. SUNDAY, JANUARY 14, 1894. Trains will leave Anaheim as follows: 7:23 A.M. (DAILY) LOCAL PASSENGER train for Buena Park, Norwalk, Downey, Florence, Whittier, Los Angeles and way stations. 8:13 A.M. (DAILY) LOCAL PASSENGER train for Buena Park, Norwalk, Downey, Florence, Los Angeles and way stations. Connects at Los Angeles with Passenger Trains for Colton, Heilanda, Riverside, San Bernardino, Monrovia, Long Beach, San Pedro and Santa Monica. Also with "Sunset Express" for San Francisco, Sacramento, Portland, Or., and First Class for the East via Ogden. 10:40 A.M. (DAILY EXCEPT SUNDAY) LOCAL Passenger Train for Mirafores, Orange and Santa Ana. 3:13 P.M. (DAILY EXCEPT SUNDAY) LOCAL Passenger Train for Buena Park, Norwalk, Downey, Florence, Los Angeles and way stations. Connects at Los Angeles with Passenger Trains for Colton, Chino, Redlands, Riverside, San Bernardino, Monrovia, Long Beach, San Pedro and Santa Monica. Also with "Sunset Express" for San Francisco, Sacramento, Portland, Or., and First Class for the East via Ogden. 5:58 P.M. (DAILY) LOCAL Passenger Train for Mirafores, Orange and Santa Ana. 6:17 P.M. (DAILY) LOCAL Passenger Train for Mirafores, McPherson, Tustin and way stations. OVERLAND TICKETS SOLD Sleeping Car Bertha Secured ...AND... Full information regarding transcontinental routes furnished on application. Parties can arrange to join the WEEKLY FAMILY EXCURSIONS Over the Sunset Route by corresponding with T.A. DARLING, Agent, DEPOT, Or J. M. CRAWLEY, ASST.GEN.PASS.AGT., 141 South Spring street, Los Angeles. RICHARD GRAY, T.H. GOODMAN, General Traffic Mgr. San Francisco, Cal. DOMINICK LIEB, GROCERIES Provisions, Lowest Prices. Goods delivered to all part of the City. Everything First-class. Center street. Opp. Commercial Hotel; ICE CREAM! BOSTON BAKERY Stephen Kistler, PROPHIETOR. FRESH BREAD, PIES，CAKES，ETC. For parties and bails furnished on short notice. Wedding cakes and cake storries a specialty. Fresh Bread Delivered to all parts of Anaheim and vicinity. Lime, Hair, Plaster of Paris and Cement For Sale in Quantities to Sult. JUDSON LATH NAIL The best lath nail on the Coast. A.M.WILLIAMS. And give our Patrons the We have bargains in Bargains that are real Bargains that will astonish you. When You SOUTHERN CITY reaches all points of interest in IT is the only line with its own trains two daily overland trains Chicago without change ITS trains make from 12 to 24 points East. Personally Leave California every Wednesday asking Cars in charge of special agents complete with carpets; curtains and For tickets; maps; berths and get W.F.WHITE. Pass'r Trf. Mgr. Chicago, Ill J.H. Clabaugh, Agent, Anaheim O. Watchmall A FINE ASSORTMENT OF WATCHES Clocks, Jewelry, Silverware and Optical Goods Always on Hand. Center Street, Comm (Corner) J.J.EVERHA First-class Accomm THE COMMERCIAL, heim Hotel has been in first class style. Foreman & Corbett BLACKSMITHING AND WAGON-WORK. Horseshoeing a Specialty GENERAL JOBBING. A share of the public patronage is respectfully solicited. SHOP—West Broadway (near S. P. depot) may 31st California Saloon. D. Vincent, Proprietor. LOS ANGELES STREET...ANAHEIM THE FINEST WINES, LIQUORS And Cigars constantly on hand. Billiard : Table W. L. DOUGLAS $3 SHOE NOT RIP. Do you wear them? When next in need try a pair. Best in the world. If you want a fine DRESS SHOE, made in the latest styles, don't pay $6 to $8, try my $3, $3.50, $4.00 or $5 Shoe. They fit equal to custom made and look and wear as well. If you wish to economize in your footwear, do so by purchasing W. L. Douglas Sheets. Name and price stamped on the bottom, look for it when you buy. W. L. DOUGLAS, Breckton, Mass. Sold by S. S. FEDERMAN Fresh Bread Delivered to all parts of Anaheim and vicinity. Lime, Hair, Plaster of Paris and Cement For Sale In Quantities to Sult. JUDSON LATH NAIL The best lath nail on the Coast. A. M. WILLIAMS. At Residence on Los Angeles street. City Stables, A. L. LEWIS & CO., - PROPS. Center St, opp. Kroeger Block. These stables are the best ventilated and most commodious in town, and special attention will be paid to boarding and ground horses. The charrers in all cases will be reasonable. Single and Double Teams. Furnished at short notice, and careful drivers familiar with the supply when required. The patronage of the public is respectfully solicited. New Barber Shop. The undersigned having opened a New Barber Shop on Center Street, and fitted the same with new chairs and furniture of the latest style and pattern, respectively ask for a share of the public patronage. The best of workmen employed, and our customers may rest assured of a first-class shave, hair cut and shampoo. HERMAN HUSMANN, OTTO HUSMANN. Give us a call. Poultry Supplies! INCUBATORS, BROODERS, BONE MILLS, GROUND BONE, GROUND SHELLS, ROUP CURSES, CREOSOZONE, MORRISOZONE, POULTRY CURE, EGG POOD, ETC., etc. Manufacturer's Agent to Bessey's Jubilee Hatchers and Brooders. The best Machines on Earth. Call any time and see them in operation. Catalogue Free. WM. SOHWENCKERT. WhhmeyerPlace, Anaheim, Cal. Commission (Corner) J. J. EVERHALE First-class Accommodation THE COMMERCIAL, Heim Hotel, has been in first-class style. A slender solicited. SAMPLE The Finest of Wines, Liquor DUBLIN STOUT Fashion Livery Stables in or furnished with or with W.F. ROBISCO PROPRIETOR— Anaheim Wine Rent ON LOS ANGELES STREET Weiland's Philadelphia MILK PUNCHES —and all Mixed Drink Choice Wine FINE LIQUOR Cigars, Gigarettes, Chewing Notice to Redeem (Under Section 3785, of the Politics To owner, occupant or claimant: Please take notice that the following property aluate in the City of Anaheim of Orange State of California p. 31, in Block G, Vineyard C p. 32, in Block G, Vineyard C p. 33) the Tax Collector of said Orange County delinquent taxes for the year 1892. Ruhrmann for the sum of three and thirty thousand due at the date hereof; 1-100 dollars; and on the 2nd day of June underigned will apply to the Tax the County of Orange chose to pay said property. Witness my hand this 20th day of June je21-st YOU Who are Sufferin' From La Gripe, Headache, Cold, Chills, Colic, Dysenteria Complaint, etc., go to Anaheim Pharma get a bottle of FAMILY MEDICINE And be Cured. STERN BROTHERS The General Live Merchants OF ANAHEIM ARBITRATION We are Arbitrators in the Line of... Dry Goods, Clothing, Boots, Shoes, Hats, Caps, Furnishing Goods, Hardware, Willowware, Cutlery, Groceries and Provisions. Arbitrating between the manufacturer and the consumers, always ready to adjust any difference in opinion between what the former think they ought to get for their goods and what the latter think they ought to pay for the same, and in almost every case the consumer gets the benefit of our decision. We are always ready to Snap Up Bargains and as a Rule Get Them! And give our Patrons the benefit. We have bargains in every one of our different departments. Bargains that are really Bargains. Bargains that will astonish you as well as our competitors. STERN BROTHERS. And give our Patrons the benefit. We have bargains in every one of our different departments. Bargains that are really Bargains. Bargains that will astonish you as well as our competitors. STERN BROTHERS. MINCELLANEOUS. When You Travel, Take the SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA RAILWAY. —Santa Fe Route.— Traches all points of interest in Southern California. It is the only line with its own tracks from California to Chicago and St. Louis. Train two daily overland trains with Pullman Palace and Tourist Sleeping Cars through to Chicago without change. Trains make from 12 to 24 hours quicker time than any other line to Chicago and all points East. Santa Fe Route. Personally Conducted Excursions Have California every Wednesday and run through to Boston in improved Pullman-Tourist Sleeping Cars in charge of special agents. These cars have upholstered spring seats and are furnished complete with carpets, curtains and bedding. For tickets, maps, berths and general information, apply to any agent of the Santa Fe Route, or W. F. WHITE, Pass'r Trf. Mgr. Chicago, Ill H. G. THOMPSON, Gen. Pass'r Agt Los Angeles, J. H. Clabaugh, Agent, Anaheim, Cal. O. R. LUEDKE, Watchmaker and Jeweler. FINE ASSORTMENT OF WATCHES All work carefully repaired and warranted Center Street, Opp. Commercial Hotel. Commercial Hotel. (Corner Center and Lemon Streets) J. EVERHARTY, - PROPRIETOR. First-class Accommodations for Families & Tourists THE COMMERCIAL, FORMERLY KNOWN AS THE ANAheim Hotel, has been thoroughly renovated, and will be conducted first class style. Wommer & Halpin Draying Trucking. Express AND A GENERAL Transfer Business. Leave orders at office, on Center Street. All orders given prompt attention. Hay and Coal for Sale FRANTZ'S SHAVING and HAIR-CUTTING PARLOR. Hot and Cold Baths, 25 Cents. Everything new and in first-class style. OFFICE OF SANTA ANA Steam Laundry Work Done Promptly and Neatly. Leave clothes on or before Monday noon. Get them back Friday. This shop will be open on Saturday nights until 11 o'clock, and closed Sundays. W. A. FRANTZ, Prop. ANAHEIM BREWERY. F. CONRAD, PROPRIETOR. LAGER BEER! FURNISHED BY THE BOTTLE OR5 or 10-Gallon Ke Commercial Hotel. (Corner Center and Lemon Streets) M.J. EVERHARTY, - PROPRIETOR. First-class Accommodations for Families & Tourists THE COMMERCIAL, FORMERLY KNOWN AS THE Anaheim Hotel, has been thoroughly renovated, and will be conducted first-class style. A share of the public patronage is respectfully solicited. SAMPLE ROOMS ATTACHED TO HOTEL. The Finest of Wines, Liquors and Cigars DUBLIN STOUT, PALE ALE, HALF-AND-HALF. Fashion Livery Stables in connection with Hotel. First-class turn-outs furnished with or without drivers. Horses bought and sold. W. F. ROBISON PROPRIETOR Anaheim Wine Rooms ON LOS ANGELES STREET Weiland's Philadelphia Beer. MILK PUNCHES, And all Mixed Drinks. Choice Wines! FINE LIQUORS! Cigars. Cigarettes. Chewing Tobacco. Notice to Redeem. (Under Section 3785, of the Political Code.) Owner, occupant or claimant: Please take notice that the following described property attuate in the City of Anaheim, County of Orange, State of California, YE. Lot-50 and In Block G, Vineyard C, 34 assessed to H. Broeder, was on the 2d day of July, 1893, by Tax Collector of said Orange County sold for Inquent taxes for the year 1893 to Peltz Schmann for the sum of three and 34-100 dollars. The amount due at the date hereof is five and 100 dollars, and on the 2d day of July, 1894, the designation will apply to the Tax Collector of County of Orange photos id for a deed of property. Witness my hand this 26th day of June, 1894. YOU Who are Suffering from La Grippe, Headache, Cold, Griplug of Bowels, Chills, Colic, Dysentery, Summer implant, etc., go to Anaheim Pharmacy and a bottle of FAMILY MEDICINE And be Cured. FRITZ RUHMANN'S New Place. BACKS' NEW BUILDING. LOS ANGELES STREET. KEeps constantly on hand a large and complete stock of fresh liquors, wines and cigars. Cold beer always on draught. The patronage of the public solicited. Fountain Saloon Old Franklin County Whisky direct from the U.S. bonded warehouse. Anaheim Bottled Beer! BY THE BOTTLE OR DOZEN. For Sale by N. HART At Fountain Saloon, Anaheim. A. FREISE, KEeps the finest of Wines, Liquors And Cigars. Beer on draught. FRED MAURER DEALER IN... Fine Wines, Liquors and Cigars Call In and See Me. Opp. S. P. depot... Anaheim White-wine Vinegar FOR SALE.