anaheim-gazette 1894-11-01

GOING ABROAD. The other shore—she calls to that And leaves me here alone, whereat I alight in vain and let a tear Slip down my cheek. Another dear, However, still is left me at The old stand, and I hang my hat Up there until she come, whereat I much rejoice. Bettimes, I fear The other shore. Ah, me, I talk but through my hat When I begin to talk like that, And still I have a doubt and fear, And hope presents but little cheer, Yet if I'm left I'll take for that The other, sure. Detroit Free Press. THE RAY'S WORK. Of all the beautiful things in this beautiful world there was none that the little ray loved so well as the summer sea. He and his comrades would play by the hour together with the rippling wavelets, darting from one to another in dazzling, mad flashes of light, spreading themselves over the waters, a sheet of molten gold, till a touch of the wind's light lips broke it up into a thousand shimmering fragments. And the waves loved their playmates, too, and each, as the rays kissed it, became itself a little golden sun, sending forth its light into the radiant air, for the sea, like a flickle, lovable woman, answers back to all in their own moods and is loved just because she cannot be trusted. Then, where the waves broke on the golden sands or round the clean, dark rocks, the little rays would fill their foam with light till it shone more brightly white than the Jungfrau's crest, and the music of the waves breaking was a joy song for their own loveliness. Laughing, they ran up the smooth sand and embraced with teasing play the small pink feet which sempered away before them, while the sun's rays flashed from their surface to meet the light, brighter still, which shone from children's eyes. Oh, those were happy days, and as the little ray danced along over the waters he hoped that they never might end. But a time came when the voice of the wind sounded from afar. The sea heard it and was troubled to its depths at the new life of power and strength which was tearing within it, while the wavelets far and wide raised their tiny crests, and in ripples of white foam whispered the news one to another. The clouds, too, heard the voice and gathered together at its bidding to spread themselves a thick, dark curtain over the sea and hide from the sun's face the things which were to be. And so the little ray could visit the sea no longer nor join any more in sport with his favorite playmates. At this his heart was very sad, and he took no delight before. At the sight of it now he flashed back up to the heavens beyond the clouds. "Come," he cried to his comrades, "come and see, for there is something farther than aught that has been before, fairer than the sunlit sea or than the laughter on children's lips." His comrades flocked to his call and poured down through the crevice in the clouds, widening it as they went. Then they stretched themselves, a broad path of light, from the sky above to the lonely boat, which they bathed in their soft radiance. Across the storm driven sea, cleaving the waves asunder with stately motion, a great ship came. The eyes of those on board her, wearied with gloom, turned gladly to that bright spot on sky and sea, and turning saw the boat, saw the white face of the woman and her waving signal. So the ship altered her course, and soon the mother and her burden stood safe upon the decks. Evening drew near. The tempest had fled now, and thus left alone the tired, gray waves, their strength failing and their fury spent, were heaving in sudden impotence to rest. The clouds, falling away from the sky, gathered themselves in soft, changing masses of vapor around the edge of the sea. The sun, sinking lower and lower, called to the rays to come. Sadly they heard the call. They bade farewell to their beloved earth in a passion of fervid color. Upon wave and cliff, mountain and cloud, they rained their glowing kisses, and earth's beauty quivered into new glory, as does a maiden's in her lover's embrace. Then they drew together, a road of golden splendor on the sea as they crowded westward after their departing king. With slow, majestic motion he sank to rest. But the little ray hung back. He had found the cloud who had stood his friend that morning, and he waited to give her goodbye. He was filling her now with his own golden glory of light as he whispered to her of all the beauty which was in the world. Alas, she would stay with it still in the wonder of night, the great dark peace which he never might know. He thanked her, too, in loving words and kisses till she blushed red with pleasure, and then with tender, slow reluctance he drew away from her. As he went the flush faded, passing in gentle change through every shade of russet and purple till the cloud was left alone, resting soft and gray on her twilight conch. But the little ray was thinking of the light of hope which he had seen in the woman's eyes that day. "Ah," said he to himself, "if I could only shine like that." And with this wish in him he lingered still in the sky beneath, coloring it a green so pure and so tender that to the woman watching from the ship's deck it seemed as if heaven's own spring were bursting into blossom in her sight. At the sight of it now he flashed back up to the heavens beyond the clouds. "Come," he cried to his comrades, "come and see, for there is something farther than aught that has been before, fairer than the sunlit sea or than the laughter on children's lips." His comrades flocked to his call and poured down through the crevice in the clouds, widening it as they went. Then they stretched themselves, a broad path of light, from the sky above to the lonely boat, which they bathed in their soft radiance. Across the storm driven sea, cleaving the waves asunder with stately motion, a great ship came. The eyes of those on board her, wearied with gloom, turned gladly to that bright spot on sky and sea, and turning saw the boat, saw the white face of the woman and her waving signal. So the ship altered her course,and soon the mother and her burden stood safe upon the decks. Eventing drew near. The tempest had fled now,and thus left alone the tired,gray waves,their strength failing and their fury spent were heaving in sudden impotence to rest.The clouds,falling away fromthe sky,gathered themselves in soft，changing masses of vapor aroundthe edgeofthesea.The sun,sinkinglylowerandlower,calledto thraystocome.SadlytheyheardthecallTheybadefarewelltothebelovedearninapassionoffervidcolor.Uponwaveandcliff,mountainandcloud,therainedtheglowingkisses,andearth'sbeautyquiveredintonewglory.asdoamaiden'sinherloersenbraceThentheydrewtogether,aroadofgoldensplendorontheseydrawedwithpleasure,andthenwithtender,slowreluctancehowedawayfromher.Ashewenttheflushfaded,passingingentlechangethrougheveryshadeofrussetandpurpletillthecloudwasleftalone,rrestingsoftandgrayonhertwilightconch. Butthelittlerayhungback.Hewadfoundthecloudwhohadstoodhisfriendthatmorning,andhewaitedtogivehergoodby.Hewasfillinghernowwithhisowngoldengloryoflightashewhisperedtoherofallthebeautywhichwasintheworld.Alas,shewouldstaywithitstillinthewonderoftnight,thegreatdarkpeacewhichhenevermightknow.Hewaskededher,too.inlovingswordsandkissestillsheblushedredwithpleasure,andthenwithtender,slowreluctancehowedawayfromher.Ashewenttheflushfaded,passingingentlechangethrougheveryshadeofrussetandpurpletillthecloudwasleftalone,rrestingsoftandgrayonhertwilightconch. Butthelittlerayhungback.Hewadfoundthecloudwhohadstoodhisfriendthatmorning,andhewaitedtogivehergoodby.Hewasfillinghernowwithhisowngoldengloryoflightashewhisperedtoherofallthebeautywhichwasintheworld.Alas,shewouldstaywithitstillinthewonderoftnight,thegreatdarkpeacewhichhenevermightknow.Hewaskededher,too.inlovingswordsandkissestillsheblushedredwithpleasure,andthenwithtender,slowreluctancehowedawayfromher.Ashewenttheflushfaded,passingingentlechangethrougheveryshadeofrussetandpurpletillthecloudwasleftalone,rrestingsoftandgrayonhertwilightconch. Butthelittlerayhungback.Hewadfoundthecloudwhohadstoodhisfriendthatmorning,andhewaitedtogivehergoodby.Hewasfillinghernowwithhisowngoldengloryoflightashewhisperedtoherofallthebeautywhichwasintheworld.Alas,shewouldstaywithitstillinthewonderoftnight,thegreatdarkpeacewhichhenevermightknow.Hewaskededher,too.inlovingswords和kissestillsheblushedredwithpleasure,andthenwithtender,slowreluctancehowedawayfromher.Ashewenttheflushfaded,passingingentlechangethrougheveryshadeofrussetandpurpletillthecloudwasleftalone,rrestingsoftandgrayonhertwilightconch. Butthelittlerayhungback.Hewadfoundthecloudwhohadstoodhisfriendthatmorning,andhewaitedtogivehergoodby.Hewasfillinghernowwithhisowngoldengloryoflightashewhisperedtoherofallthebeautywhichwasintheworld.Alas,shewouldstaywithitstillinthewonderoftnight,thegreatdarkpeacewhichhenevermightknow.Hewaskededher,too.inlovingswords和kissestillsheblushedredwithpleasure,andthenwithtender,slowreluctancehowedawayfromher.Ashewenttheflushfaded,passingingentlechangethrougheveryshadeofrussetandpurpletillthecloudwasleftalone,rrestingsoftandgrayonhertwilightconch. Butthelittlerayhungback.Hewadfoundthecloudwhohadstoodhisfriendthatmorning,andhewaitedtogivehergoodby.Hewasfillinghernowwithhisowngoldengloryoflightashewhisperedtoherofallthebeautywhichwasintheworld.Alas,shewouldstaywithitstillinthewonderoftnight,thegreatdarkpeacewhichhenevermightknow.Hewaskededher,too.inlovingswords和kissestillsheblushedredwithpleasure,andthenwithtender,slowreluctancehowedawayfromher.Ashewenttheflushfaded,passingingentlechangethrougheveryshadeofrussetandpurpletillthecloudwasleftalone,rrestingsoftandgrayonhertwilightconch. Butthelittlerayhungback.Hewadfoundthecloudwhohadstoodhisfriendthatmorning,andhewaitedtogivehergoodby.Hewasfillinghernowwithhisowngoldengloryoflightashewhisperedtoherofallthebeautywhichwasintheworld.Alas,shewouldstaywithitstillinthewonderoftnight,thegreatdarkpeacewhichhenevermightknow.Hewaskededher,too.inlovingswords和kissestillsheblushedredwithpleasure,andthenwithtender,slowreluctancehowedawayfromher.Ashewenttheflushfaded,passingingentlechangethrougheveryshadeofrussetandpurpletillthecloudwasleftalone,rrestingsoftandgrayonhertwilightconch. Butthelittlerayhungback.Hewadfoundthecloudwhohadstoodhisfriendthatmorning,andhewaitedtogivehergoodby.Hewasfillinghernowwithhisowngoldengloryoflightashewhisperedtoherofallthebeautywhichwasintheworld.Alas,shewouldstaywithitstillinthewonderoftnight,thegreatdarkpeacewhichhenevermightknow.Hewaskededher,too.inlovingswords和kissestillsheblushedredwithpleasure,andthenwithtender,slowreluctancehovedowwardonlymyoutergarmentsIdownforaveryunacustomed. Mycandle I had，with a few drops melted wax，affixed to a small tavern near the center of the room，and have no desire to remain in darkness in this lonely place I left it burning. As I lay there，wandering at strange surroundings and not altogether free from a sense of fear at the silhouette and shadows of the deserted place.I noticed for the first time that beyond me candle and a little to the left hung against the partition wall separating two rooms a full length portion of a lady.The picture was an oil painting and the execution admirable It was fully life size，and the frame that closed it wide and elaborate，although now tarnished and dusty. But it was figure itself that made attracted me.The face was that owl woman not beyond 20 years of age beautiful in the oxtreme.Hair is a wealth of glistening gold，her dress that of a bride.The picture appeared have suffered but little from age，she light as it foll upon it made view from my position remarkably good.As I lay there in silent contemplation of this beautiful portrait I forgot a incipient fears that had hovered me and fell to speculating upon the story of this deserted house and the story of that fair bride. I was too tired to muse long My lids grew heavier，and I caught my mingle fact and fancy without being able to distinguish them. Then I slept asleep. I do not know what time it was woke I woke，但它 must have been very late for noticed that the candle had burned low and was flaring wildly as from draft.At that moment a fear came up such as I had never known.An unness seemed creeping over my body，winning at my foot and footfall the wind sounded from afar. The sea heard it and was troubled to its depths at the new life of power and strength which was tearing within it, while the wavelets far and wide raised their tiny crests, and in ripples of white foam whispered the news one to another. The clouds, too, heard the voice and gathered together at its bidding to spread themselves a thick, dark curtain over the sea and hide from the sun's face the things which were to be. And so the little ray could visit the sea no longer nor join any more in sport with his favorite playmates. At this his heart was very sad, and he took no delight in the other pleasures to which his comrades called him. They told him of the wild games they played with the wind shaken leaves of the forest; of the snow cold peaks which they crowned with dazzling splendor of jewels; of fog laden valleys filled with dream forms of weirdest, strangest loveliness; of mysteries of beauty revealed midst the world's most squallid dreariness. But it was all in vain. The little ray longed for his lost playmates and would care for none of these things. As he wandered sadly among the heavy, driving clouds, losing himself in their sullen masses, searching for some crevice through which he might penetrate, one of them pitied him. "Since you will it so," said she, "I will let you through, though I fear you will find that dreams that are past can never be dreamed again." Then she shrank back from her neighbor, and with one swift word of thanks the little ray darted down through the opening she had made. Down he went to the sea below and there lay quivering and lost in its black gulf. Oh, what a changed world it was! Above him the tempest hurried along and shouted to the waves as it went, and the waves threw their white heads up and answered back in crashing thunders. "Death, death, and the end of all things!" passionately yelled the tempest. "Ruin!" roared the waves. "Naught is that can withstand us!" a world of darkness and tumult and terrible unrest. The little ray lay where he had lighted, tremulous and afraid, now glimmering for an instant among cataracts of rushing foam and then lost again in the dark depths of the water. "Hal!" cried the waves when they saw him. "So you are here, little ray. The world is changed since you saw it last." "Changed indeed," said the ray. "Oh why cannot you be as you were before my playmates?" But the waves laughed, shaking spray from their crests till the tempest caught it and whirled it mountain high in the air. "Give us the winds for playmates," they cried, "and the men's lives for our sport. Talk to us not of the wretched, spiritless days that are past. The world is worth living in now." "But you were happy then. You rejoiced in the earth's beauty and were happy," said the little ray wisfully. "Because we know no better," they answered. "We have learned since then that there is something fairer than beauty, more glorious than joy. Oh, the rapture of fury when we raise the ship high in the air to hurl herown on the rocks beneath—the cruel rocks whom we love and linger to kiss and infold in our soft white grms oven then in the jaw of that moment of now." But the little ray was thinking of the light of hope which he had seen in the woman's eyes that day. "Ah," said he to himself, "if I could onlyshine like that!" And with this wish in him he hingered still in the sky beneath, coloring it a green so pure and so tender that to the woman watching from the ship's deck it seemed as if heaven's own spring were bursting into blossom in her sight. But the light lessened, and the color faded, and she remembered that it was but sun tinted vapor after all. She sighed, but the sigh left her lips in a smile, for the child laughing stretched his hands to her face. Lovingly she pressed him closer to her and drew her shawl more warmly round him. "Good night, little one," she whispered. "You must sleep now, for the day is ended. To morrow, when the light comes back, you shall wake again." Then she bent her head down toward his face and mingled her smiles with his in a long, soft kiss. That was the last thing which the little ray saw before he, too, followed the sun to rest.—Pall Mall Magazine. A DROP OF BLOOD. In the summer of 1888 I was employed to look after some legal business at Boone Courthouse, W.Va. Leaving the railroad at Brownstown and taking directions and a horse from my landlord at that point, I set out through the mountains early in the afternoon, expecting to reach Racine in time for supper. As the afternoon waned, however, I noticed that the road became constantly rougher and apparently more unfrequented until it was little more than a deserted pathway that crossed and recrossed the gravelly bed of a dry creek in a mad effort to remain in the narrow valley that wound circuitously among the mountains, whose black timbered summits seemed to stretch higher and higher above me in the gathering twilight. It being a cloudy day, I was completely mystified as to the points of the compass, and it became evident to me that I had in some manner missed my way. I had already gone too far to retrace my steps before nightfall, so that unless I speedily found shelter I would be obliged to pass the night in the open air. Being in nowise pleased with this prospect, I concluded to press on a little farther before abandoning the quest and had barely formed this resolution when a bend in the pathway brought me into full view of what appeared to be a large, square, southern mansion, surrounded by trees and situated a little way up the slope of a remarkably lofty mountain that rose precipitously behind it. A nearer approach revealed an outward appearance of overgrowth and dilapidation. The fence had fallen down in several places. The open gate was barely supported by its rusty hinges. But the little red with pleasure, and then with tender, slow reluctance he drew away from her. As he went the flush faded, passing in gentle change through every shade of russet and purple till the cloud was left alone, resting soft and gray on her twilight conch. But the little ray was thinking of the light of hope which he had seen in the woman's eyes that day. "Ah," said he to himself, "if I could onlyshine like that!" And with this wish in him he hingered still in the sky beneath, coloring it a green so pure and so tender that to the woman watching from the ship's deck it seemed as if heaven's own spring were bursting into blossom in her sight. But the light lessened, and the color faded, and she remembered that it was but sun tinted vapor after all. She sighed, but the sigh left her lips in a smile, for the child laughing stretched his hands to her face. Lovingly she pressed him closer to her and drew her shawl more warmly round him. "Good night, little one," she whispered. "You must sleep now, for the day is ended. To morrow, when the light comes back, you shall wake again." Then she bent her head down toward his face and mingled her smiles with his in a long, soft kiss. That was the last thing which the little ray saw before he, too, followed the sun to rest.—Pall Mall Magazine. A slight rustling sound from the room attracted me, and turning my eye involuntarily in that direction I almost expired from fear, for into the chamber her head bowed and wringing her hair in evident distress of mind, there derered the lady of the portrait. The co-terpart was exact—the dress, the pattern of the lace, even the rings upon slender white fingers. That it was spirit I never for a moment doubted. Slowly she approached the beds without noticing me at first and seas herself in a heavy armchair a few feet away, still moaning and wringing beautiful hands. Raising her eyes last, she seemed to become conscious my presence and spoke. "Oh, pray for me," she moaned "pray for my soul. Oh, pray for me." I know not what power possessed me at that moment, but suddenly, in spite of my abject terror, I found myself right upon my knees in the bed pour forth a prayer for the beautiful girl; tainted spirit before me. As she fell from my lips—words which seemed to be uttered through rather than me—I noticed that she seemed to grow misty in the flickering light of the piring candle. Suddenly the figure ran from the chair, and taking one step ward me stretched forth her exquisite arms above mine and vanished. As did so I distinctly felt something like wax from a dripping candle, falling upon the back of my right hand. That instant, too, the candle gave off final flare and went out. When consciousness returned, I lying across the bed, and the sun streaming in at the open window. In a moment I was a little dazed at surroundings; then it all came back me. Seized with a wild panic—so panic as possesses stampeding cattle-caught up my clothes and my horse saddle and fled. As I passed the portrait its eyes seemed to follow me and add to my terrors. Through the dust rooms, out of the weed grown yard store as one distraught to where no horse was quietly waiting. A moment later I was urging him down the unfurled path. Not until I was far away did I pause in my frantic flight. Then, suddenly remembering I glanced at the winds for playmates," they cried, "and the men's lives for our sport. Talk to us not of the wretched, spiritless days that are past. The world is worth living in now." "But you were happy then. You rejoiced in the earth's beauty and were happy," said the little ray wistfully. "Because we know no better," they answered. "We have learned since then that there is something fairer than beauty, more glorious than joy. Oh, the rapture of fury when we raise the ship high in the air to hurl her down on the rocks beneath—the cruel rocks whom we love and linger to kiss and infold in our soft white grims oven then in the joy of that moment of power. To crush into pieces the mighty vessel with all its wealth and labor of workmanship; to scatter abroad the heavy fragments, flinging them to and fro in the very soorn of our sovereign strength; to watch men gasp in their death agony as we lift ourselves above their writhing bodies, and then to crash down and dash the life from their lips—this is power, little friend; this is power, and there is no glory in the world like the glory of power." The ray grew chill and wan and trembled as he listened. "Is there nothing, then, left which is fair to look upon in all this waste of waters?" he cried, and he wandered dismally on. Everywhere the same dark gulfs and white crested mountains mingling together in tumultuous chaos; everywhere floating fragments of wreck and the stain of earth torn from its parent shore; ruin and destruction and nothing that was fair to look upon. Far out to sea a woman, with a child in her arms, floated alone in a small open boat. Alone they had been saved from a wrecked and sunken ship—saved from drowning, as it seemed, but to die of hunger, and for hours they had tossed helpless at the mercy of the waves. Many a ship had come near them, but the woman's cries were not heard in the howling of the tempest, and beneath the darkened sky the fluttering rag she waved was lost in the spray which enveloped her. So the ships went on. The woman's voice grew faint, and despair was in her heart. "Let death but come quickly," she cried, "and but for my child it would be welcome—but for my child and for his father awaiting him at home. I have cried. I have prayed in vain. No help is left in earth or in heaven." But the little ray wandered on toward her over the sea, and the woman, lifting her heavy lids, saw the coming glimmer on the water. Her breath came quicker, her pale lips trombled, her glance followed swiftly up to the patch of blue sky above, while over her death-like face and in her dulled eyes there broke a lightsmash as she lay down. Being in nowise pleased with this prospect, I concluded to press on a little farther before abandoning the quest and had barely formed this resolution when a bend in the pathway brought me into full view of what appeared to be a large square, southern mansion, surrounded by trees and situated a little way up the slope of a remarkably lofty mountain that rose precipitously behind it. A nearer approach revealed an outward appearance of overgrowth and dilapidation. The fence had fallen down in several places. The open gate was barely supported by its rusty hinges. The yard was a mass of weeds. The condition of the house I could not determine in the dim light made dinner by the heavy shadows of the trees. Between the tall weeds and briers there was a wide stone walk leading from the gate to the front door. The prospect was not an inviting one, but as my situation had become somewhat desperate I determined if possible to obtain accommodations for the night. My repeated knocks elicited no response beyond a hollow echo, and concluding the place to be deserted I tried the door. Somewhat to my surprise, it yielded, the rusty hinges creaking terribly as I pushed it wide open. As I entered I was greeted by that musty, lifeless odor common to places long closed and uninhabited. I had matches with me, and striking one I looked about me. I was in a wide hall. Before me a dark staircase, partially whitened with dust, led to rooms above. To the left and right were closed doors, and attached to the white casement of the latter was a little bracket candelabra containing a cluster of six half consumed wax candles. Lighting two of these, I took one of them from the holder, and opening the door at my right entered. The room in which I found myself was apparently the parlor of the deserted mansion. The dust covered haircloth furniture, which had evidently been for many years undisturbed, was of a style massive and once much in vogue. A number of paintings and engravings were upon the walls in tarnished gilt frames. A large chandelier suspended in the center of the room was of elaborate workmanship. The floor was covered with a heavy matting, the exact nature of which I could hardly determine, owing to the thick covering of dust. Passing on to the adjoining room, I was not disappointed in finding it to be a large bedroom with all the appointments peculiar to an old time southern home of wealth. I approached the tall canopy bed in the opposite corner and drew back the curtains. It was ready for the guests for which it had so long waited. The bedding was yellow with streaming in at the open window. A moment I was a little daunted by surroundings; then it all came back me. Seized with a wild panic—sweep panic as possessed stampeding cattle-caught up my clothes and my horse saddle and fled. As I passed the porch its eyes seemed to follow me and add to my terrors. Through the dusk rooms, out of the weed grown yard tore as one distraught to where no horse was quietly waiting. A moment later I was urging him down the unfrequented path. Not until I was far away did I pause in my frantic flight. Then, suddenly remembering, I glanced at the back my right hand, and there—round, red and dry, like a crimson wafer—was drop of blood.—Detroit Free Press. M. Stanislaus Martin states that, the result of an experiment on different criminals sentenced to death who accepted the scientific trial in princece to hanging. No 1, nourished clivously on tea, lived three years, after died. He had become almost skeleton and was in a transparent coat. No 2, on coffee, died in threes years, burned as if an interior fire had calmed him. No 3 lived on chocolate for eight months and died in a very vanced state of rottenness, as it were devoured by worries. SOUTHERN PACIFIC RAILWAY TIME TABLE Trains pass Anaheim as follows: FROM ARRIVE AT ANAHEIM Tustin 7:23 A.M. Santa Ana to Los Angeles 8:13 A.M. Los Angeles to Santa Ana 10:40 A.M. Santa Ana to Los Angeles 3:13 P.M. Los Angeles to Santa Ana 6:17 P.M. Annaheim to Tustin 9:17 P.M. Except Sundays. Street cars connect with trains. T.A.DARLING.Agent. SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA RAILWAY COANY. TIME TABLE—in effect Oct. 1, 1894. Trains pass Anaheim as follows: SOUTH BOUND. San Diego Accom., daily 9:05 A.m. Berk Lina Mall, daily (except Sunday) 11:50 A.m. San Diego Express., daily 3:25 p.m. San Bernardino Accom., daily 6:35 p.m. Santa Ana Accom., daily ex. Sunday 6:05 p.m. NORTH BOUND. Los Angeles Accom., daily 9:24 a.m. Los Angeles Express., daily 12:20 p.m. Los Angeles Accom., (except Sunday) 3:44 p.m. Los Angeles Accom., daily ex. Sunday 6:05 p.m. Los Angeles Accom., daily ex. Sunday 8:17 p.m. J.H.CLABAUGH.Agent. On October 3d following time table too effect on the Santa Ana and Newport railroad. Leave Santa Ana. Arrive Nowpoor. On Steamer days. 400 p.m. Arrive Santa Ana Regular trains arrive and depart from Second Street and Santa Fe depot, Santa Ana. DEMOCRATIC STATE TICKET. GOVERNOR... JAMES H. BUDD Of Stockton. Lieutenant Governor... William T. Jeter Santa Cruz. Supreme Judges (Long Term)... Jackson Temple of Santa Rosa, James E. Murphy of Del Norte Supreme Court Judge (Short Term). E. A. Bridgford Colusa. Secretary of State... Ben Maddox Visalia. Attorney-General... A. B. Parris San Bernardino. Controller... Martin Meagher San Francisco. Surveyor-General... Dwight M. Anglers Sacramento. Superintendent out of Public Instruction... C. S. Smyth Holliser. Clerk of Supreme Court... P. W. McGlade San Francisco. State Printer... J. J. Curry San Francisco. FOR CONGRESS. First District... Thomas H. Geary Santa Rosa. Second District... A. Caininetti Amador. Third District... Warren B. English Oakland. Fourth District... James G. Maguire San Francisco. Fifth District... Joseph P. Kelley San Francisco. Sixth District... George S. Patton Los Angeles. Seventh District... W. H. Allord Tulare. RAILROAD COMMISSIONERS. First District... H. M. La Rue Sacramento. Second District... James Stanton San Francisco. Third District... W. W. Phillips Fresno. BOARD OF EQUALIZATION. First District... James C. Nealon San Francisco. Second District... Thomas Wells Alameda. Third District... R. H. Beamer Yolo. Fourth District... Francis M. Nickel Los Angeles. COUNTY OFFICERS. Assemblyman... W. H. Spurgeon Sheriff.... Theo Lacy Clerk.... J. H. Adams Tax Collector... N. P. Steadman Assessor.... Jacob Ross District Attorney... J. G. Scarborough Treasurer.... J. C. Joplin Recorder.... W. H. Bowers Surveyor.... S. H. Finley Auditor.... David Yorba TRANSPORTATION. Pacific Coast Steamship Company. Goodall, Perkins & Co., General Agents, San Francisco. NORTHERN ROUTES Embrace lines for Portland, Or., Victoria, B. C., and Puget Sound and Alaska and all Coast points. SOUTHERN ROUTES. Time Table for October, 1894. LEAVE SAN FRANCISCO For Port Harford: S. S. Corona, October 6, 15, 24; Nov. 2. P.T.Los Angeles, P.T.Los Angeles, Oct. 2, 11, 20, 29; Newport.... Nov. 7. San Diego.... For East S Pedro, San Pedro, Oct. 4, 13, 22, 31; Nov. 9. S.Eureka, Oct. 9, 18, 27; Nov. 6. LEAVE PORT LOS ANGELES AND REDONDO. For San Diego: S.S.Corona, Oct. 8, 17, 26; Nov. 4. For San Francisco: S.S.Corona, Oct. 6, 15, 24; Nov. 2. S.S.Corona, Oct. 1, 10, 19, 28; Santa Barbara. LEAVE SAN PEDRO AND EAST SAN PEDRO. For San Francisco: S.S.Eureka, Oct. 3, 12, 21, 30; Nov. 8. S.S.Coos Bay, Oct. 7, 16, 25; Way Ports.... Nov. 2. Cars to connect with steamers via San Pedro leave S.P.K.R.(Arcade Depot.) at 6:00 p.m.Mand terminal railway depot at 5:15 p.m.Mand car to connect via Redondo leave Santa Fe depot at 10:00 a.m.Mand from Redondo leave Railway depot at 9:00 a.m.Mand car to connect via Port Los Angeles leave S.P.K.R.(Arcade Depot.) at 6:00 p.m.Mand terminal railway depot at 5:15 p.m.Mand car to connect via Redondo leave Santa Fe depot at 10:00 a.m.Mand from Redondo leave Railway depot at 9:00 a.m.Mand car to connect via Port Los Angeles leave S.P.K.R.(Arcade Depot.) at 6:00 p.m.Mand terminal railway depot at 5:15 p.m.Mand car to connect via Redondo leave Santa Fe depot at Not only Our Special Therefore Week long Special S have a Fin Working Finest D COAL. A.M.WILLIAMS& CO. Dealers In Lime, Hair, Plaster of Paris and Cement For Sale in Quantities to Suit. COAL By the Sack or Ton. Yard at Residence on Los Angeles St. octtf J.M.Griffith Company A CORPORATION LUMBER DEALERS Near Railroad Depot; ANAHEIM. Keep constantly on hand Doors, Blinds, Windows, MOULDINGS. Posts, Shakes, Shingles, LATH, HAIR, PLASTER OF PARIS. ANAHEIM GRIST MILLS OPERATING ON Wednesdays and Saturday of each week. Grain, Feed, Meal, Etc., of all varieties. Corn shelled and shipped. W.T.BROWN, Agent. St. Louis Barber Shop. --- BACKS' BLOCK --- Los Angeles Street..... Anaheim Try us for a first-class Shave, Hair Cut or Shampoo. A share of the public patronage is respectfully solicited. Give us a call. POOL TABLE In Rear of Shop. Cigars and Tobacco. 7:20 train for Buena Park, Norwalk, Downey, Whittier, Los Angeles and way stations. 8:13 A.M.(DAILY) LOCAL PASSENGER train for Buena Park, Norwalk, Downey, Florence, Whittier, Los Angeles and way stations. Connects at Los Angeles with Passenger Trains for Colton, Redlands, Riveride, San Bernardino, Monroe, Long Beach, San Pedro, Santa Monica, Port Los Angeles and Santa Barbara. Also with "San Francisco Express" for San Francisco, Sacramento and Second Class for the East via Ogden. 10:43 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, Redlands, Riveride, San Bernardino, Monroe, Long Beach, San Pedro, Santa Monica, Port Los Angeles and Santa Barbara. Also with "Sunset Express" for San Francisco, Sacramento, Portland, Or.; and First Class for the East via Ogden. 6:01 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 Berths 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, Anahiem, Or. J.M.CRAWLEY, ASST.GEN.PASS.AGT., 144 South Spring street, Los Angeles. RICHARD GRAY, T.H.GOODMAN, General TrafficMgr. Gen.Pass.Agt. San Francisco, Cal. City Stables, A.L. LEWIS & CO., - - PROPS. Center St, opp. Kroeger Block. These stables are the best ventilated and most comfortable in town, and special attention will be paid to boarding and grooming horses. The charges in all cases will be reasonable. Single and Double Teams. Furnished at short notice, and careful drivers familiar with the country, supplied when required. The patronage of the public is respectfully solicited. CITIZENS' BANK OF ANAHEIM. Capital Stock, $100,000 Hippolyte Cahen, President. W.T.Brown, Vice President. L.Goldwater, Cashier DIRECTORS: Kuspare Cohn, W.T.Brown. Richard Melrose, E. Goldwater Hippolyte Cahen. STOCKHOLDERS: Herman W. Hellman, T.J.F. Boceg, W.T.Brown P.Nicolus Richard Melrose, L.Goldwater, Kuspare Cohn, H.Cahen, J.A.Goldwater, J.Schlesinger. CORRESPONDENTS: Farmers and Merchants' Bank of Los Angeles; London; Paris and American Bank; San Francisco; Importers and Traders' National Bank; New York City; N.Y.: First National Bank; Santa Ana. ANAHEIM GRIST MILLS OPERATING ON Wednesdays and Saturdays of each week. Grain, Feed, Meal, Etc., of all varieties. Corn shelled and shipped. W. T. BROWN, Agent. St. Louis Barber Shop. --- BACKS' BLOCK --- Los Angeles Street.....Anaheim Try us for a first-class Shave, Hair Cut or Shampoo. A share of the public patronage is respectfully solicited. Give us a call. POOL TABLE In Rear of Shop. Clgars and Tobacco. Frank Baum, - Proprietor. Hier wird auch Deutsch gesprochen. F. BACKS, UNDERTAKER. And Dealer in FURNITURE. Wall Paper, Cornices, Window Shades, Picture Frames, Upholstery Goods, Paints, Oils and Glass. Sewing Machine Supplies, Etc. Corner Los Angeles and Chartres Sts. FRITZ RUHMANN'S New Place. BACKS' NEW BUILDING. OS 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 selected. A. FREISE, ...KEEPS THE FINEST OF... Wines, Liquors AndCigars. Beer on draught 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; respectfully 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. DIRECTORS. Kaspare Cohn, W. T. Brown. Richard Melrose, F. Goldwater Hippolyte Cahen. STOCKHOLDERS: Herman W. Hellman, T. J. F. Bocee, W. T. Brown P. Nicolus, Richard Melrose, L. Goldwater, Kaspare Cohn, H. Cahen, J. A. Goldwater, J. Schlesinger. CORRESPONDENTS: Farmers and Merchants' Bank of Los Angeles; London, Paris and American Bank, San Francisco; Importers and Traders' National Bank, New York City, N.Y.; First National Bank, Santa Ana. Exchanges for sale on all the principal cities of the United States and foreign countries. DOMINICK LIEB, DEALER IN.... GROCERIES Provisions, Lowest Prices. Goods delivered to all part of the City. Everything First-class. Center street. Opp. Commercial Hotel. ANAHEIM BREWERY. F. CONRAD, PROPRIETOR, LAGER BEER! FURNISHED BY THE BOTTLE 5 or 10-Gallon Keg ICE FOR SALE! 1 Cent Per Pound. When You SOUTHERN CITY reaches all points of interest in IT is the only line with its own trits runs daily overland trains reclining chair cars through to trains make from 12 to 24 points East. Personally Leave California every Thursday and ing Cars in charge of special agents complete with carpets, curtains and For tickets, maps, berths and genu W. F. WHITE, Pass'r Trf. Mgr. Chicago, Ill J. H. Clabaugh, Agent, Anaheim STERN BROTHERS Leading Merchants Republican — AND — Democrat! Be sure and Vote for the Best Office Seekers, and do not Fail to BUY YOUR GOODS OF :: Stern Brothers. For they not only make it an object to be Leaders in Low Prices, but They are Keeping the Best of Everything!...... And One Dollar will go further at STERN BROS.' Store than in any other store in this town or country. STERN BROS. Not only Take Your Cash, but STERN BROS. Not only Take Your Cash, but EVERYTHING -:- Raised on a Farm -:- AT THE Highest : Market : Price Our Special Shoe Sale was a Success. Therefore we continue the same for one Week longer. We also announce our Special Sale of Clothing, of which we have a Fine Assortment from the best Working Suit for $5, up to the very Finest Dress Suit. Stern Bros. LOS ANGELES IMPROVED LOS ANGELES IMPROVED Buy a Baker & Fosmor Gang Plow at JOHN SCHUMAN. CALL FOR PRICES. 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. Trams daily overland trains with Pullman Palace and Tourist Sleeping Cars and free reclining chair cars through to Chicago without change. TS 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 Thursday 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 Y. F. WHITE, Pass'r Trf. Mgr. Chicago, Ill H. G. THOMPSON, Gen. Pass'r Agt. Los Angeles, J. H. Clabaugh, Agent, Anaheim, Cal. 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 California Saloon. D. Vincent, Proprietor. LOS ANGELES STREET.....ANAHEIM THE FINEST WINES, LIQUORS And Cigars constantly on hand. Billiard : Table.