anaheim-gazette 1895-02-07

I STROVE WITH NONE. I strove with none, for none was worth my strife. Nature I loved, and next to nature art, I warmed both hands before the fire of life. It sinks, and I am ready to depart. —Walter Savage Landor. BLOOMERS. Before bicycling became a craze with women there had never been even so much as the shadow of a quarrel between Mr. and Mrs. Cranston. But after Mrs. Cranston bought a bicycle and learned to ride well there was a disagreement which came very near breaking up a happy home. They had been married three years, and they had often said that their married life had been one long honeymoon. Tom had yielded so readily to all of his wife's whims that she had unconsciously gained an opinion that her word was to him like the laws of the Medes and the Persians. But this idea was all knocked to pieces when one morning as they sat at breakfast Mrs. Cranston said: "Tom, I'm going to order my dressmaker to make a suit of bloomers for me today. I do so much bicycling now that skirts are too heavy for me." "What!" shouted Tom, dropping his spoon in the oatmeal. Mrs. Cranston also dropped her spoon and looked in surprise at her husband. "I said," she repeated, "that I was going to get a bloomer suit. What strikes you as particularly strange about that?" "What strikes me as particularly strange?" he repeated, with a wild look in his eyes. "Do you think for one instant that I will allow my wife to race around town looking like a lithograph of a variety entertainment? Not much." "But, Tom," said Louise in a tone that had never failed to persuade her husband that she was right and that he was wrong, "I don't see why I can't have bloomers. Mrs. Kynaston and Mrs. Bentley and Mrs. Jennings all wear them, and their husbands don't object, so why should you?" "It makes no difference why I should," said Tom doggedly. "I don't intend to have my friends on the exchange coming to me and saying, 'Tom, I see your wife's wearing bloomers.' Not if I know it." "But, Tom," she began, "I'— "Oh, don't talk any more nonsense, Louise," he broke in. "I am sick of it. You shan't wear bloomers, so that settles it." And Mr. Cranston, whose appetite had been taken entirely away by his wife's announcement, got up from the table and started for the door. "Goodby!" he called from the hall, and then the door slammed, and Louise sat at the breakfast table wondering how it was that she had never before known that her husband had a will of his own. want you to clean up the mess, and I'm not making a rag carpet. I'm making a bicycle dress, which I must have early tomorrow morning, and I want you to let me drape the skirt on you so that it will hang all right." "But, Louise," he objected, "I've got to go out to that dinner at 8 o'clock, and it's now nearly 7. I won't have time. Let the dress go for tonight." "I can't let it go, for I must have it tomorrow morning," she insisted. "You've promised to do what I asked, and now when I want you to do a little thing like this you refuse, and I think it's real mean." Mrs. Cranston stood up, holding a pattern in one hand and an unfinished dress in the other, and looked as though she were about to burst into tears. "Oh, come now, Louise," he urged impatiently. "Can't you see that your request is trivial and unreasonable, and I must go to that dinner?" The tears that had seemingly been held back with such an effort now became visible and rolled down her cheeks. "I think it's mean," she sobbed. "You promised to do anything I wanted you to, and now you won't keep your word. I've cut up my other dress, and the bicycle party is of just as much importance as your old dinner." Mr. Cranston looked grave. He did not want to lose that dinner, and he didn't want to break his promise. "How long will this fitting business last?" he questioned after several moments' silence, broken only by the sobbing of his wife. "About half an hour," she replied, brightening up a little. "Well, then, hurry up," said Mr. Cranston, throwing off his coat and standing erect. "Bring the thing here." And so the gown was put on Mr. Cranston, and Louise dropped on one knee and began pinning the draperies in a hurried manner. "You see, Tom," she said as she tucked up the first fold and surveyed it with a critical eye, "this is of the greatest importance to me, and I know you will help me out." "Um," was the only answer her husband made. He was looking straight at the clock and wondering how it was that the minute hand was moving so fast. He thought that the clock must be out of order. He pulled out his watch and saw that the minute hand there moved with the same railroad speed, and it was 7:30 o'clock. "Are you anywhere near through?" he asked impatiently. She shook her head and turned her attention to the dress. Tom fumed as he noticed that it was now 7:45. "Have you any idea how soon you will be through?" he asked, with a forced calmness. "Not the slightest," she replied in a voice that was either muffled with pins or laughter, Tom couldn't tell which, for she was stooping and studying the hem of the dress. At that moment the door opened, and Mr. Kynaston the husband of Mrs. came toward me along the street. Something in the fine figure and graceful carriage made me think that I had seen her before, and I waited. I recognized her as she came near me? "'Is this Miss Villiers of New York?' I asked in surprise, extending my hand. She turned and held out her hand frankly. 'It is,' she said, 'and this is Stuart Harding. I remember you very well. What on earth are you doing here?' "I have just arrived,' I said to her. 'But what could have brought you here?' 'Brought me here?' she laughed in surprise. 'Why, this is my home.' "I did not know her very well in New York, but she impressed me as having great depth. She showed a preference for my society, but when she turned those deep, unfathomable eyes upon me it always gave me a shifty, uneasy feeling. She went in elegant style, with good people and appeared to have plenty of money. "And now I had met Miss Villiers again, and she was even more beautiful than before. My pleasure at meeting an old acquaintance in this foreign city was reflected in her own happy face. I never see a New Yorker here,' she told me as we walked along together. "She was a charming companion, and I found that I had walked by her side until we had almost left the city behind us and stood in front of a stately enclosure, with a residence sitting far back half hidden behind the luxuriant foliage. We had become confidential, and her face was flushed with a rich glow." "Miss Villiers,' I said, 'wouldn't it be advisable for you to go back to New York awhile? I have trustworthy information that a terrible revolution is imminent. Your life would be in danger here.' "She glanced up at me, startled. 'Oh, I think these rumors must be unfounded,' she said hastily. 'The revolutions are so cruel. In case there is one you will help the government, of course?'" "She had placed her gloved hand on my arm in her agitation and was bending eagerly forward." "No,' I answered, for an instinct told me that I was saying just what she desired me to say. 'No, I will not. The government is too cruel. I am with the revolutionists—the people.'" "Oh, I can trust you, I know,' she said half passionately," continued Harding. "I knew it from the first hour I met you in New York. I know it now. I am so glad you are here. Perhaps you may help us. Perhaps you may advise father." "Yes, there is to be a revolution, and a bloody one, I fear. Father is the leader. He has sore grievances, for he has been thrown out of power by a revolt, and then he is the champion of a principle. Just as soon as the plans mature the insurrection will come." intend to have my friends on the exchange coming to me and saying, "Tom, I see your wife's wearing bloomers." Not if I know it." "But, Tom," she began, "I'— "Oh, don't talk any more nonsense, Louise," he broke in. "I am sick of it. You shan't wear bloomers, so that settles it." And Mr. Craston, whose appetite had been taken entirely away by his wife's announcement, got up from the table and started for the door. "Goodby!" he called from the hall, and then the door slammed, and Louise sat at the breakfast table wondering how it was that she had never before known that her husband had a will of his own. She had told all her friends only the day before that she would be wearing bloomers within a week, and when they had suggested that her husband might object she had said: "What! Tom object? Why, he never objects to anything." And now Tom had absolutely refused to allow her to wear them, with a facial expression which showed that he would not stop short of the divorce courts to prevent it. Finally she arose from the table and went to her room. She had an idea which, she thought, if properly carried out, would gain Tom's consent to the wearing of bloomers. She wrote a hurried note to her dressmaker ordering a bloomer suit of a pattern which she had already selected and then donned her old bicycle suit to pay a call to Mrs. Kynaston, who had a husband who did not object to bloomers. She told her troubles to the vivacious Mrs. Kynaston, who was not sparing in her sympathy for the poor friend who had a narrow minded husband who objected to a convenient bicycle dress. "Why, how foolish of him!" she said. "I don't believe the poor man has ever seen a proper bicycling costume. I'll tell you what we'll do. We'll all go bicycling this afternoon and come back by your house at just the time your husband gets home, and he will see what a bloomer suit looks like." And so the bicycle party was arranged, and when Thomas Craston arrived at his home that evening he saw five women riding in front of the house, and four of them were in full bloomer costume. The fifth, who wore skirts, was his wife. He was not so badly shocked as he thought he would be, and he wished that he had not been so decided in his refusal of his wife's request, but he made up his mind that it would be unmanly to yield after his remarks of the morning, and so, with a bow to his wife and her companions, he went indoors and began to dress for dinner. That night Louise again broached the subject of bloomers, but her husband silenced her by saying: "Now, see here, Louise, don't speak to me about bloomers again. You may go in for women's rights if you like, and you may wear standing collars and men's waistcoats, but you shall not wear trousers, even if bicycling does justify it in your eyes." "Tronsers!" cried Louise indignantly. "Who said anything about tronsers? I was talking about bloomers." "I know you were," said Mr. Craston, "and please don't talk about them any more. I'm tired of it, and I won't hear it mentioned again." The next morning when Mr. Craston put on his coat to start for his office his wife called him back and said: "Tom, I will promise never to mention and saw that the minute hand there moved with the same railroad speed, and it was 7:30 o'clock. "Are you anywhere near through?" he asked impatiently. She shook her head and turned her attention to the dress. Tom fumed as he noticed that it was now 7:45. "Have you any idea how soon you will be through?" he asked, with a forced calmness. "Not the slightest," she replied in a voice that was either muffled with pins or laughter, Tom couldn't tell which, for she was stooping and studying the hem of the dress. At that moment the door opened, and Mr. Kynaston, the husband of Mrs. Craston's bloomer wearing friend, threw open the door and stood gazing in open mounted astonishment. "Why, Tom," he said when he recovered himself, "I thought you were going to call for me if you left down town first? You know you told me so and said if I got ready first I was to come here and walk right in. Are you going to the dinner?" "This will be all over the exchange tomorrow," groaned Tom inwardly. "Yes, I'm going to with the dinner if Louise ever gets through with this miserable skirt," he added aloud. "Oh, nonsense. Why don't she wear bloomers? Come on. We are late already," said his friend. "Louise," whispered Cranston, "if you'll call my promise off, you may have the bloomers or anything else you want." "Oh, you dear good boy!" cried Louise, with well feigned surprise. "Go to your dinner. Now hurry, or you'll be late." Then Tom, after kissing her goodbye, rushed off to the club. Louise put on her bonnet and went to Mrs. Kynaston's house. "Katie," she cried as her friend welcomed her at the door, "I'm to have bloomers." And then she told the story of the manner in which her husband had been induced to change his mind. And she said in conclusion, "I bought the bloomers yesterday, and I will wear them tomorrow." "You really cried, did you?" asked Mrs. Kynaston. "Well, Louise, if you went in for woman suffrage we would have it in 24 hours. Talk about men's executive ability! Why, I believe you could make your husband wear bloomers himself." — New York Sun. THE DEAD BABE. Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, In agony I knelt and said: "O God! what have I done, @ in what wise offended thee, That thou shouldn't take away from me My little son? "Upon the thousand useless lives, Upon the guilt that vaunting thrives, Thy wrath were better spent! Why should't st thou take my little son? Why should't st thou vent thy wrath upon This innocent! Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, Before mine eyes that vision spread Of things that might have been— Licentious riot, cruel strife, Forgotten prayers, a wasted life Dark red with sin! Then, with soft music in the air, I saw another vision there— A shepherd, in whose keep A little hamb—my little child— Of worldly wisdom undefiled, Lay fast alceep! Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, In those two messages I read A wisdom manifest, And though my arms be childless now "Oh, I can trust you, I know,' she said half passionately," continued Harding. "I knew it from the first hour I met you in New York. I know it now. I am so glad you are here. Perhaps you may advise father. "Yes, there is to be a revolution, and a bloody one, I fear. Father is the leader. He has sore grievances, for he has been thrown out of power by a revolt, and then he is the champion of a principle. Just as soon as the plans mature the insurrection will come." "She laid the whole plan of the uprising before me. She trusted me implicitly, even to give me the names of the leaders and the date when the outbreak was expected to come. As I listened to her the conviction grew in my mind that her father was about to stir up a cruel and causal rebellion. No higher motives than those of revenge and power to be gained impelled him onward. And yet she believed in the righteousness and justice of his cause with all her heart. "I went to my room and wrote out the story. I gave every detail, mentioned every name I could remember and made it as picturesque as possible. Miss Villiers figured in it in a very romantic way. I gave what she had told me as near word for word as I could recall it and described her as the beautiful girl whom many New Yorkers would remember, not as the daughter of a revolutionist, but as a charming woman just out of school. "The next morning I filed it, with a private message to the managing editor that it was to be used only on the eve of the outbreak. "The day after I sent my story I called on her. She was expecting me. Her dress, her manner, betrayed it, and the greeting I received was even more cordial than that of our first meeting. "She became more and more confidential each time I called, and it was plain to me that she was beginning to regard me as an ally. "It was the morning of the fourth day after my arrival at Honduras that I found my fellow correspondents grouped together gravely discussing some question, seriousness marked on every face. "There's Harding now,' exclaimed Hewton, who represented two papers. I walked up to them. 'Have you discovered a single germ of the alleged revolution?' I asked, with the easy feeling which came from my knowledge that my story was already in the New York office ready to be used in three days. "Why, the devil! You've beat the lot of us,' said Brisanb. 'I admire your nerve—read that!' and he shoved a yellow slip bearing a cable message under my nose. It was from his managing editor and asked if he were dead and instructed him, in case he were not, to come home. The others had similar messages. "My paper had printed my story four days too early! Not another paper had a line! "I left them abruptly and walked out of the place, going anywhere. I was confused. I tried to estimate the probable result of the premature publication. I felt a sense of personal unsafety. "I hadn't walked long before I stood in front of Miss Villiers' gate. I wondered if she knew of it. I was undecided whether to see her or not. I had started to turn away when I heard her voice, and there she stood facing me. She extended her hand in frank wel- "Now, see here, Louise, don't speak to me about bloomers again. You may go in for women's rights if you like, and you may wear standing collars and men's waistcoats, but you shall not wear trousers, even if bicycling does justify it in your eyes." "Trousers!" cried Louise indignantly. "Who said anything about trousers? I was talking about bloomers." "I know you were," said Mr. Cranston, "and please don't talk about them any more. I'm tired of it, and I won't hear it mentioned again." The next morning when Mr. Cranston put on his coat to start for his office his wife called him back and said: "Tom, I'll promise never to mention bloomers again, but if you ever change your mind about them please tell me, for I'm really very anxious to wear them." The smile which for 24 hours had been absent from Tom Cranston's face came again, and he kissed his wife. "That's a dear good girl, Louise," he said. "I hated to refuse your request, but really I don't like the idea of your wearing those things. And now if there is anything else you want me to do for you just name it, and I'll do it." He went away, but returned in a moment and called out: "Oh, Louise, I'm going to a dinner at the club tonight, and I want you to have my dress suit handy when I come home. Goodby." "Now, then," said Louise as she went up stairs, "I'll see if I can't make Mr. Tom change his opinion about bloomers. That promise of his was the very thing I wanted." The hour longed for by both came at last. Tom entered the house and rushed to his room to put on his dress suit. "Oh, Tom!" Louise called while he was dressing. "Come down here. I want you to redeem your promise of this morning and do me a favor." "All right!" he called. "I'll be down in a minute, and I'll keep my promise." He found his wife sitting on the floor with a dress pattern in front of her and dress goods scattered all around. "Well, what's all this?" he asked. "Are you making a rag carpet? What is it you want me to do for you? If it's to clean up all this mess here, I shall refuse, for I have some work to do next week." "No." she said. laughing. "I don't" ROMANCE OF A "BEAT" It was Harding, a fine specimen of the hardworking, versatile and travelled newspaper man who cared little for society or for anything but his profession, who told this story to a group of reporters the other night: "Five years ago I was working on a New York newspaper. One afternoon just as I set out from the office to do my routine assignment the managing editor sent for me. He held a yellow cablegram in his hand, and as I entered his room he glanced up from it and said: 'Harding, I am going to send you to Honduras. You leave in two hours.' 'He explained that a new uprising was imminent—an uprising that promised to be a bloodier one than any ever before experienced by that country of constant revolutions. 'I need give you no instruction,' he said. 'You know what news is. Go there and send it to us. We want the situation just as you find it.' "We got into Truxillo after doubling Cape Honduras about the same hour in the afternoon that we had left New York several days before. "I strolled out that afternoon in order to get some idea of the situation and to meet English speaking people to save myself from feeling hopeless isolation. "I suppose I watched the crowd for an hour and had just started to return to my hotel when a woman's figure" My paper had printed my story four days too early! Not another paper had a line! "I left them abruptly and walked out of the place, going anywhere. I was confused. I tried to estimate the probable result of the premature publication. I felt a sense of personal unsafety. "I hadn't walked long before I stood in front of Miss Villiers' gate. I wondered if she knew of it. I was undecided whether to see her or not. I had started to turn away when I heard her voice, and there she stood facing me. She extended her hand in frank welcome, and I felt unspeakably relieved. Evidently she had not heard the truth. "We walked together to the house, and she led me to a small parlor up stairs. She was very calm in all her movements, but I could see that she was disturbed. "'Where is your father?' I asked. 'Is it possible that you have not heard?' she answered sadly. 'He was arrested last night, but so were 50 others of the leaders.'' "Here was a worse state of affairs than I had anticipated. My cablegram had informed the government. I felt like a guilty coward, but she had no word of reproach for my action. "'And what will become of you?' I asked excitedly. She was very calm then, and said simply: 'I am expecting the soldiers every moment. I too, will be arrested. Perhaps they have already surrounded the house.'" "This must not be,' I told her. 'There is a way to save you. You can leave with me for New York tonight. You must come, I entreat you to do it.'" "Her face brightened, but the next instant she shook her head sadly. 'They would get both of us,' she said. 'Go alone. You shall not be dragged into trouble on my account.'" "Then what will you do?' I asked her. 'You must not be arrested. Is there anything I can do?'" "Nothing,' she said decisively; 'nothing, but leave me. I will go with the soldiers. I have no weapon.'" For a moment we looked into each other's eyes. Hers did not flinch. I looked at the floor. Both of us felt that it was the last time we should ever meet." MISCELLANEOUS. CITIZENS’ BANK OF ANAHEIM. Capital Stock, $100,000 Hippolyte Cahen, I... President. W. T. Brown, Vice President L. Goldwater, ... Cashier DIRECTORS. Kaspare Cohn, W. T. Brown Richard Melrose, L. Goldwater Hippolyte Cahen. STOCKHOLDERS: Herman W. Hellman, T.J. P. Boege, W. T. Brown P. Nicolus, Richard Melrose, L. Goldwater, Kaspare Coha, II. 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. PALACE. Shaving Parlor Pool and Billiard Room, Cigars & Tobacco. Hot and Cold Baths. Office of Santa Ana Steam Laundry. Leave Wash on or before Mondays. Delivered on Fridays. New Tables and Everything in First-Class Style. Frantz & Cooper — PROPRIETORS — Four Doors east of Postoffice. JOSEPH BACKS, — DEALER IN — FURNITURE Repairing Done. Funeral Director. Store in Backs Building (next to irrigation district). 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 Coastal points. SOUTHERN POUTES. Time Table for February, 1895. LEAVE SAN FRANCISCO ForPort Harford... S. S. Corona, Feb. 8, 16, 24 March 4. ForS. S. Santa Rosa—Feb. 4, 12, 20, 28; March 8. ForS. S. Goos Bay—Feb. 6, 14, 22; March 2. ForEast San Pedro... S. S. Eureka—Feb. 2, 10, 18, 26; March 6. LEAVE PORT LOS ANGELES AND REDONDO. ForS. S. Santa Rosa—Feb. 6, 14, 22; March 2. ForS. S. Corona—Feb. 2, 10, 18, 26; March 6. ForSan Francisco... S. S. Corona—Feb. 8, 16, 24; March 4. ForSan Francisco... S. S. Corona—Feb. 4, 12, 20, 28; March 8. LEAVE SAN PEDRO AND EAST SAN PEDRO. ForS. S. Eureka—Feb. 5, 13, 21, March 5. Cars to connect with steamers via San Pedro, leave S. P. R. (Arcade Depot) at 5 P.M., and Terminal R. R. Depot at 5:15 P.M. Cars to connect via Redondo leave Santa Fe depot at 10 A.M., or from Redondo Railway Depot at 9 A.M. Cars to connect via Port Los Angeles leave S. P.R.R. Depot at 1:10 P.M. for steamers north bound. Plans of steamers’ cabins at Agent’s Office, where berths may be secured. The Company reserves the right to change the steamers or their days of sailing. For passage or freight as above or for Tickets to and from all important points in Europe, apply to W. PARRIS, Agent, Office—No. 124 W. Second Street, Los Angeles. SOUTHERN PACIFIC COMPANY. (Pacific System.) Commencing... THURSDAY, DEC. 20, 1894. Trains will leave Anaheim as follows: A. M. (DAILY)LOCAL PASSENGER train for Buena Park, Norwalk, Downey, Florence, Whittier, Los Angeles and way stations. 12:13 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, Hiverside, San Bernardino, Monrovia, Long Beach, San Pedro, Santa Monica, Port Los Angeles and Santa Barbara. Also with “San Francisco Express” for San Francisco, Sacramento, Portland, Or.; and First Class for the East via Ogden. 10:38 A.M.(DAILY)LOCAL PASSENGER train for Mirrafores, Orange and Santa Ana. 3:33 P.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, Chino, Redlands, Riverside, San Bernardino, Monrovia, Long Beach, San Pedro, Santa Monica. Also with “Sunset Express” for San Francisco, Sacramento, Portland, Or.; and First Class for the East via Ogden. 2:53 P.M.(DAILY EXCEPT SUNDAY)LOCAL Passenger train for Mirrafores, Orange and Santa Ana. There is to be a revolution, only one, I fear. Father is the he has sore grievances, for herown out of power by a reenhe is the champion of aJust as soon as the plans ma-resection will come. And the whole plan of the up-me me. She trusted me im-mented to her the conviction my mind that her father wasir up a cruel and causelessNo higher motives than thoseand power to be gained im-onward. And yet she belie-ghtuousness and justice ofwith all her heart. To my room and wrote outgave every detail, mentionme I could remember and the date when the out-expected to come. The Louises committed and can covera multitude of sins, and Peter Marie anda few other experts on interior decorations had a splendid time setting someof the women straight on their dates. The house will of course look evenfiner when lighted for a ball, with thecompany in evening dress, but evenas it was it truly merited all the praisegiven and denotes a new era in thesplendor of American living.—Cholly Knickerbocker in New York Recorder. A Dramatic Holdup. Missouri Fireman—Give 'er air, Bill,Stop 'er! We're held up! Engineer—I see—hist! There's sevenof them on this side— "Wearin masks, too, Bill"'—Robber (with drawn sword)—anddar-r-est thou insult me to my beard?Marry! It is more than human thatp-r-ompts me thus to spare thy insignificance— Engineer—It's all right; let 'er go!Fireman—Wh-what is it, Bill? "Thee-aytor troop, rehearsin for thenext town!"" "What're they doin out here in thisdense swamp?" "Tryin to get to the next town."—Cleveland Plain Dealer. A curious phenomenon has been discoveredon the ranch of S. (L.) Helm, ten miles northof Fresno, near the San Joaquin river. Fifteen years ago, when the land was used asa sheep range, a well was dug 100 feet. Nothing peculiar was noticed, but recently ithas been found that at certain intervals a strongin-rush of air takes place which drawsstraws, sticks or light objects into it. Thiscontinues for thirty-six hours, at the expirationof which time the air is expelled, carryinglight articles with it. The period of expiration continues just about as long as thatof inspiration. No explanation has beengiven for the phenomenon. Louise Elizabeth Blaxton, alias Merton B.Mataon, the woman in man's clothes, went toLos Gatos from the San Jose jail in a hilariousstate of intoxication. She at once soughta hotel near by and paraded herself and proceeded to get drunk on Los Gatos rum. Herold bills had all been paid by a sympatheticJustice of the Peace. When she reachedLos Gatos she asked for a room and at oncewent into seclusion, saying she did not wantto be recognized by any male friends. Sheonly remained in her room half an hour,when 'she emerged on the street, andwas soon surrounded by a crowd of youngmen. Then she began drinking and making merry.In attempt to walk about she fell and gota big black eye. She says she has receivedseveral handsome offers from dime-museummen to exhibit herself. 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Everything First-class. Center street. Opp. Commercial Hotel, STOCKHOLDERS' MEETING. Office of the Anaheim Co-operative Beet Sugar Company.To the stockholders of the Anaheim Co-operative Beet Sugar Company:Please take noticethat annual meeting of the stockholders ofthe Anaheim Co-operative Beet Sugar Companywill be held at Krieger's Hall,Anaheim,Orange county,California,the11th day of February,1895,at 2 o'clock p.m.,for the purpose of electingDirectors,and for the transaction of suchother business as may properly comebehind them and/or them,maybe barred and foreclosed of all right,title,claim,len equity of redemption and interestinand to sold mortgage premises,and for otherand further relief.Nreference is had toCom-plaint for particular. And you are hereby notified that if you failto appear and answer the said Complaint as aboverequired,said plaintiff will cause your defaultto be accepted and apply to the Court forthe reliefdemanded in the Complaint. Given under my hand, the seal of theSuperiorCourt of the County of Orange, State of California,this 8th day of November,A.D. 1994.[SEAL]D. T. BROCK,ClerkRichard Melrose, attorney for plaintiffnov15-2m GO TO THE Oak Barber Shop FOR A FIRST-CLASS SHAVE OR HAIR CUT. TWO DOORS WEST OF BANK. HUSMANN BROS. Roman Wisser. Finest of Wines, Liquors & Cigars Pool & Billiard Tables Schindler's Building, Cent-r Street. SOUTHERN PACIFIC RAILWAY TIME TABLE. Trains pass Anaheim as follows: To Los Angeles, Lv. From Los Angeles, Ar. Daily... 7:48am Daily... 10:35am Daily ex.Sun.12:13pm Daily ex.Sun... 2:53pm Daily... 3:39pm Daily... 6:08pm To Tuscan, leave daily... 6:08pm To Whittier, leave daily, ex., Sunday... 12:13pm In effect Dec. 29. Street cars connect with all trains. T.A.DARLING, Agent. Santa Fe Route. SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA RAILWAY COMPANY. TIME TABLE—In effect Nov. 4, 1894. Trains pass Anaheim as follows: SOUTH BOUND. San Diego Accom., daily... 9:05 a.m. Belt Line Mall, daily (except Sunday). 11:59 a.m. San Diego Express, daily ex.Sunday... 5:14 p.m. Santa Ana Accom., daily ex.Sunday... 2:55 p.m. Santa Ana Accom., daily... 5:14 p.m. NORTH BOUND. Los Angeles Accom., daily... 9:24 a.m. Los Angeles Express, daily ex.Sunday. 12:20 p.m. Los Angeles Accom., daily... 5:47 p.m. Los Angeles Accom., daily... 8:00 a.m. J.H.CLABAUGH, Agent. On October 3d the following time table took effect on the Santa Ana and Newport railroad: Leave Santa Ana. Arrive Newport. *9:00 a.m. 9:30 a.m. On Steamer days. 4:00 p.m. 4:30 p.m. Leave Newport. Arrive Santa Ana. *3:00 p.m. 3:30 p.m. *Regular trains arrive and depart from Second Street and Santa Fe depot, Santa Ana. Harry Jessen, the old reliable marble cutter of Santa Ana, will not be outdone in quality of work or prices by any firm in Southern California. Goods delivered to all part of the City. Everything First-class. STOCKHOLDERS' MEETING. Office of the Anaheim Co-operative Beet Sugar Company. To the stockholders of the Anaheim Co-operative Beet Sugar Company: Please take notice that the annual meeting of the stockholders of the Anaheim Co-operative Beet Sugar Company will be held at Kroeger Hall, Anaheim, Orange county, California, the 11th day of February, 1895, at 2 o'clock p.m., for the purpose of electing Directors, and for the transaction of such other business as may properly come before the meeting. The stock transfer books of the company will be closed on the 31st day of January, 1895, at 3 o'clock p.m., and will remain closed until Tuesday, the 12th day of February, 1895, at 10 o'clock a.m. By order of the Board of Directors, dec27td I.G.MARKS, Secretary. ANAHEIM BREWERY. F.CONRAD, PROPRIETOR. LAGER BEER! FURNISHED BY THE BOTTLE OR 5 or 10-Gallon Keg ICE FOR SALE! 1 Cent Per Pound. 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. 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. F. CRIST, Merchant Tailor. Winter Goods of latest styles and fabrics, to which the attention of the citizens of Anaheim and vicinity is directed. Suits to order,$25 up! Pants to order,$6 up. A cordial invitation is extended the call and examine this stock. Bentz & Steadman, Wholesale and Retail Butchers Anaheim, Cal. Dealers in Beef, Pork, Mutton, Veal, Sausages and Lard Of Our Own Make. Highest Market price Paid for Live Stock. John Schauman Dealer in AGRICULTURAL IMPLEMENTS. Blacksmithing and Wagonmaking. Horse-shoeing a Specialty. A Large and Complete Stock of Bradley Plows, Old Hickory Wagons, McCormick Mowers. Horse Beet Drills and Cultivators Will Give You Bargains in Them. Gang Plows, Farm Wagons, Harrows. Call for Prices. MRS. G. DAVIS Groceries and Seeds! Informs her customers and the general public that she is prepared to sell goods at the smallest margin possible. She buys for cash and therefore can sell for a very small profit, giving her customers the benefit of low prices. No charge for showing goods or answering questions. Come one, Come all! All Kinds of Produce and Poultry Taken in Exchange When You Travel, Take the SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA RAILWAY. — Santa Fe Route. It reaches all points of interest in Southern California. It is the only line with its own tracks from California to Chicago and St. Louis. It runs daily overland trains with Pullman Palace and Tourist Sleeping Cars through to Chicago without change. ITS trains make from 12 to 24 hours quicker time than any other line to Chicago and the East. Santa Fe Route. When You Travel, Take the SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA RAILWAY. Santa Fe Route. Personally Conducted Excursions Leave California every Thursday for Kansas City, St. Louis, Chicago, St. Paul, Minneapolis and intermediate points, in improved Pullman Tourist Sleeping Cars running through without change in charge of special agents. Personally conducted Excursions also leave every Thursday for Boston and intermediate points, via Chicago. The sleeping cars used on these excursions have upholstered spring seats and are furnished complete with carpets, curtains and bedding. If you are going East, or have friends coming West, call on nearest agent of the Southern California Railway for tickets, maps, and general information. J. H. Clabaugh, Agent, Anaheim, Cal. REMEMBER It will pay you in Dollars and Cents to Remember That we are carrying as fine and extensive a line of Groceries, Confectionery, Tobacco, etc., as can be found in the city. That we have on hand, at all times, a choice stock of Provisions, Flour, Feed, and above all That our Prices speak for themselves, and are as low as they make them. Don't forget the location, BOYD'S GROCERY STORE, Back's Block, Los Angeles st., Anaheim. REMEMBER O. R. LUEDKE, Watchmaker and Jeweler. A FINE ASSORTMENT OF WATCHES Clocks, Jewelry, Silverware and Optical Goods Alwayson Hand. ALL WORK CAREFULLY Repaired AND Warranted Center Street, Opp. Commercial Hotel. Ruddock & Case. PLUMBING, TINNING, Pump Work! SEED BARLEY Seed Rye, Barley Hay and Wheat Hay for Sale by Ed Kraemer. Three Miles Northeast of Anaheim. 1m* COAL. Ruddock & Case. PLUMBING, TINNING, Pump Work! Agents for Woodmanse, Galvanized Steel Geared Windmill. Write or call on us for estimates. ANAHEIM, CAL. 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 Saturdays of each week. Grain, Feed, Meal, Etc., of all varieties. Corn shelled and shipped W. T. BROWN, Agent. 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 grooming horses. The charges in all cases will be reasonable. Single and Double Teams. Kurnished at short notice, and careful drivers familiar with the country, supplied when required. The patronage of the public is respectfully solicited. SEED BARLEY Seed Rye, Barley Hay and Wheat Hay for Sale by Ed Kraemer. Three Miles Northeast of Anaheim. 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. Wheat, Barley, AND... BARLEY HAY FOR SALE. Apply to SAMUEL KRAEMER, on Ranch miles northeast f Anaheim. F. BACKS, UNDERTAKER. And Dealer in FURNITURE. Wall Paper, Cornices, Window Shades, Picture Frames, Upholstery Goods, Paints, Oils and Glass. Sewing Machine Supplies, Etc. Corne lo Angeles and Chartres St.