anaheim-gazette 1903-09-17

ON THE TRAIL OF A VALENTINE By LESTER GRAY ...Copyright, 1903, by T. C. McClure... Peace and harmony had descended upon the Briarton district school. Not a single braid was surreptitiously tweaked, nor did the usual feminine titter greet each masculine failure at the board. The reason was not far to seek. It was the work of the little blind god—aided by natural vanity and the desire of excelling. It was St. Valentine's day. Many an anxious eye was turned toward the canvas mail bag hanging before the teacher's desk. As yet it guarded its secrets jealously, but at the close of the afternoon session it would be opened and its contents distributed. The heads bent so studiously over books were filled with fancies never garnered from their dull pages. At recess the girls walked in twos and threes, with mysterious whisperings and shy glances. The boys gathered in an awkward group in the vain effort to evince the usual interest in skating and the respective merits of each bobbed. Carson's head towered above them all. The largest and oldest boy in school, he felt that it behooved him to put aside childish things and take up the dignity of manhood. In this spirit he had declared that valentines were "plumb foolishness" and that he, for one, should not send any. But the boys greeted his remarks with derision. It was all very well for him to talk, but every one in school would send valentines, and every one would get them except perhaps Mely Anderson. Jack glanced over at the window. Yes; there was the forlorn little figure looking out wistfully. Mely never came out with the others, for she was practically friendless. It was not because she was homely, though the boys made many a sly gibe at her red hair and pale cheeks. But she was a stranger, who in the first shock of orphanom had come to live with her grandmother. In her grief and shyness she had withdrawn from the first advances, and Briarton, unused to being snubbed, had thenceforth left her strictly alone. As the bell rang and they filed back into the classroom Jack again glanced at Mely. She was looking at the mall straight for the nearest directory. In vain; it did not hold the name of Amella Anderson. Inquiry in many quarters had also failed. And now he was undecided. Should he go home and leave the matter in the hands of some detective agency or should he stay and keep up the search in person? He was passing one of the great department stores. One window was gay with valentines of every size and shape. He sighed as he looked. Mely might have liked one of these. In his gloom even the thought of her brought a lifting of the clouds. He would buy a valentine and send it to her, care of the general post office delivery. Perhaps it might find her. It took but a minute to find the counter and he was fingering a daunty creation of painted catin and lace when a soft voice asked, "Can I wait on you?" Jack started and looked down into a pair of blue eyes. It was Mely. He stared dumfounded. It was Mely and yet not Mely. The angular figure had rounded out, and a neat well fitted dress of black revealed every curve of grace and beauty. Her red hair was a glory, piled up on the top of her small head. A laugh lurked in the corner of her red lips. Only her eyes were unchanged. They met his full of gratitude. In their depths he found courage. "Mely," he cried rapturously, "I've been hunting for you all day till I was just about discouraged. I wanted, he hesitated, "to thank you for the valentine." The girl's cheeks flamed. "I—I was transferred to this counter the other day, and the sight of all these pretty things made me remember that day in the Briarton schoolhouse. Not that I have ever forgotten it," she added hastily, while her blush grew deeper, "but it made me want to send you a valentine just to show you I hadn't forgotten. So I sent it, and you got it," she finished breathlessly. He had quite forgotten the probable presence of other shoppers. Fortunately it was late in the day, and the valentine counter was deserted. "And so I got it," he repeated tenderly. "That's why I came to—to ask you to go back to Briarton with me. I love you, Mely. I've been loving you ever since that day, only I've been too stupid to know it. Can't you find it in your heart to love me a little? The home is all ready, and mother is waiting." The girl caught her breath sharply. "It's so long since I've had a mother or a home," she whispered. And as Jack looked down into her blue eyes he knew that the battle was won "Besides," observed Lester, rolling himself a cigarette with an air of finery, "you will get your hands and fill all smut, and—think of your cloth Evie!" But Evylyn was not to be dissuaded. "Write me the order, Lester," she coached. "What is the good of beating the daughter of a man who owns railroad and the sister of a boy who thinks he owns the Bitter Creek division if I can't ride in the cab?" "But Jim Lestrange"— "Mr. Lestrange is nothing whatsoever to me. Merely because we used him when we were children makes no difference. He is only an engineer." "Humph!" Member when he and tried to elope together in his wagon and with a pound of crackle and some cheese that mother had said you to the store for, Evie? Le's—you were about five then, weren't you? Evylyn's glance would have withdrawn anybody but an older brother. Marched away with the order addressed to the engineer of the western social, her head in the air and a deepen color in her cheek. The fact that Jim Lestrange had been a playmate of her extreme youth did Evylyn hear of Jim. The Granthams went up the social and financial scale by leaps and bounds. Jim strange, with a pair of strong hair and some brains, had, to Evylyn mind, scarcely risen at all. Certainly the sooty faced fellow Greasy cap and overalls who took pass when she reached the platform beside which Ninety-nine and its train of vestibule cars stood would have made a strange figure in the colors of her eastern friends. And to mind his "Good morning, Miss Ewylyn was offensively familiar." She stepped aboard the panting locomotive with Jack glanced over at the window. Yes; there was the forlorn little figure looking out wistfully. Mely never came out with the others, for she was practically friendless. It was not because she was homely, though the boys made many a sly gibe at her red hair and pale cheeks. But she was a stranger, who in the first shock of orphanom had come to live with her grandmother. In her grief and shyness she had withdrawn from the first advances, and Brilarton, unused to being snubbed, had thenceforth left her strictly alone. As the bell rang and they filed back into the classroom Jack again glanced at Mely. She was looking at the mall bag, and there was unusual color in her cheek. An unpleasant thought seized him. Everybody thought that they would get a valentine. Did Mely think so? Jack was tender hearted. Many a battle had he fought to release some tortured kitten or unhappy bird. He was afraid to see the misery in Mely's face when she alone was unremembered. By the time the bell had rung for noonning his mind was made up. It was on the stroke of 3 when the teacher stood up and drew the first valentine from the bag. "Carol Roberts, Helen Wilkinson, Tom Brown," rapidly she read the names, and the recipients, blushing or sheepish, came up to claim their own. Jack Carson had quite a pile, but he still looked anxiously at the bag. At length teacher held in her hand a box of generous size. "Miss Amelia Anderson," she read slowly. Mely rose mechanically and walked up to the desk. When she reached her seat again the fingers which opened the precious package trembled violently. The lifted lid disclosed the prize valentine, which had reposed in admired state in the drug store window for the last week. There was a general murmur of surprise. Mely glanced about wildly. Her blue eyes, shining with joyful tears, encountered a pair of brown ones which sought to evade them. Jack blushed up to his ears. There were unspoken question and answer before Mely sank back in her seat with a little sigh of satisfaction. She knew, but somehow Jack did not mind her knowing. Yet he had a boy's distaste of "scenes" and so lingered behind the others with the ostensible purpose of helping teacher. But when he came out into the half light of the entry a little figure was waiting for him. Gratitude had overcome Mely's shyness. She stepped forward resolutely. It was Jack who faltered and backed away from the outstretched hands. "I want to thank you," she said breathlessly, "though the words don't half tell what I feel. I know why you did it. You are a kind, good boy, and I will never forget it." Jack gazed down into her shining eyes. Why had he never before noticed how blue they were? "I did it because I wanted to, Mely," he said gently. "I was glad to do it." An unusual emotion held him spellbound till teacher's steps on the stair filled him with the horror of discovery and sent him hurrying out into the frosty air. That was the last St. Valentine's day for Mely in the Brilarton school. In the spring her grandmother died, and she went to live with an uncle "in the city," as folks rageled said. And it was late in the day, and the valentine counter was deserted. "And so I got it," he repeated tenderly. "That's why I came to—to ask you to go back to Brilarton with me. I love you, Mely. I've been loving you ever since that day, only I've been too stupid to know it. Can't you find it in your heart to love me a little? The home is all ready, and mother is waiting." The girl caught her breath sharply. "It's so long since I've had a mother or a home," she whispered. And as Jack looked down into her blue eyes he knew that the battle was won Croup Usually begins with the symptoms of a common cold; there is a chilliness, sneezing, sore throat, hot skin, quick pulse, hoarseness and impeded respiration. Give frequent small doses of Ballard's Househould Syrup, (the child will cry for it) and at the first sign of a croupy cough, apply frequently Ballard's Snow Liniment externally to the throat. 50c at J. P. Hatzfeld's. THE LEONINE DUMAS. How His Worshipers Adored Their Literary Idol. One evening in the beginning of June I was taken to the residence of Dumas, on the Boulevard Malesherbes, by an intimate friend of the great novelist. As one thinks of a loneliness full of the jungle burs of adventure, so I can see the author of "Monte-Christo" as he appeared on that memorable evening. Standing about were women friends, actresses, writers, poets, attracted by a world of romance symbolized in the figure seated in the middle of the salon. I was instantly impressed with two things—the frescoes on the walls and the attitude of the host. He sat like a silent oracle, surrounded by a crowd of female admirers, the whole company set off by panels representing life sized figures from Goethe's great drama—Faust. Mephistopel eles. Marguerite. There were no other pictures in the room. The influence of these figures, the attitude of Dumas and his worshipers, concentrated on the quintessential element of romance. Half indifferent he sat, as some handsome young woman would stroke his head, while another would place her hand on his shoulder, as they might have done with an old lion long tamed and without teeth. There was nothing to distract the mind from the harmony of idea and personality—the company of women might have been part of the frescoes and Dumas the creator of "Faust" instead of "Monte-Christo." There was an enchanted element about the people and the room. The whole company conversed among themselves, standing as if they were at court, while the host sat still and mused. I was held by the mystery. The fascination of the romantic atmosphere, the peculiar spell of the huge mass that filled the fauteuil like an idol of adamant. For there was something of the idol about the man. I thought of a Buddhist statue in a sitting posture, corpulent at the base, crisp at the top. The lower part of the face was of porcine dimensions, the skin swarthy, the hair curly, the expulsion of the eyes calm and sphinx-like. He was a man who not only had invented life, but had seen it—Critic. You better sit over on this miss," the fireman said respectfully motioning to his own side of the But Miss Evelyn thought him office and crept in behind the lever squeezed into the engineer's seat. Did not know much about the huge chine on which she was to ride considered it a personal affront with Jim Lestrange swing himself aboard and stepped up in front of her, structuring her view of the lands from the front window of the cab. Under his tight fitting jersey saw muscles of his shoulders arms slip back and forth—like the tracing of the tiger's tendons up its tawny hide—when he stretched left hand back to seize the lever waited, glancing ahead for the doctor's signal. There was sometimes fascinating in his tense though pose. The compressed air signal "go overhead." Instantly hand on lever tightened. There was scarce jar as Ninety-nine, taking deep breath pulled out of the Logger station. There is little in the Bitter Canyon to please the eye of touch but it certainly awes them. S walls rise so high that only four hour at midday is the bottom of gorge flooded with sunlight. Three this single track of the div weaves its way, crossing and reciting the whitened torrent upon tree work. Around these piles we roars when at its full, seeking to down the obstructions man has placed in its path. "You should have chosen a pleasant or day for your ride, Miss Evie," said casually. "It's been raining morning and the creek is be lined And I shouldn't be surprised if we more of it before long. The car will be dark." She sat stiffly upright in her coat at the narrow seat and made no rubs. But the rain came ere she was special plunged into the gloom of gorge. Jim reached behind her shut the sliding pole to shield from any chance gust. In doing the sleeve of his Jersey touched shoulder and she shrank aside, but seemed utterly unconscious. The train swept into the canyon Jack gazed down into her shining eyes. Why had he never before noticed how blue they were? "I did it because I wanted to, Mely," he said gently. "I was glad to do it." An unusual emotion held him spellbound till teacher's steps on the stair filled him with the horror of discovery and sent him hurrying out into the frosty air. That was the last St. Valentine's day for Mely in the Briarton school. In the spring her grandmother died, and she went to live with an uncle "in the city," as folks vaguely said. And it was the last for Jack too. He left school and sent all his energies to the farm and the happiness of his widowed mother. He stamped into the Briarton post office one afternoon in expectation of nothing more exciting than a pile of summer seed catalogues. When the postmaster handed him out a package addressed in a feminine hand he gave a low whistle of surprise. One of the bystanders ventured the surmise that it must be a valentine. Jack laughed as he said easily: "guess not. I'm not enough of a ladies man to receive valentines. But tomorrow is Valentine's day, after all. I had forgotten all about it." Something seemed to keep him from opening the package under the eyes of the curious. It was not till he was well out of town that he cut the string and gingerly lifted out a card emblazoned with a wreath of forgetmenots. There was a pretty little verse, and he read it through wonderingly. But when he reached the end he gave a sudden ejaculation. There was a name signed, "Mely Anderson." His heart beat strangely as he looked down at the wreath of forgetmenots. In their place he seemed to see a pair of blue eyes. Suddenly he realized the cause of his indifference to the Briarton girls. It was Mely. Mely! He would find her, and then—But he did not even know her address. The package bore the postmark of the nearest city. That was all. But he could not fail. He must find her. The next afternoon found Jack Carson hopelessly walking the city streets. He still scanned the faces of the passersby, but the first enthusiasm of his search was gone. He had come in on the earliest train and had made themselves, standing as if they were at court, while the host sat still and mused. I was held by the mystery, the fascination of the romantic atmosphere, the peculiar spell of the huge mass that filled the fauteuil like an idol of adamant. For there was something of the idol about the man. I thought of a Buddhist statue in a sitting posture, corpulent at the base, crisp at the top. The lower part of the face was of porcine dimensions, the skin swarthy, the hair curly, the expression of the eyes calm and sphinx-like. He was a man who not only had invented life, but had seen it—Critic. 21 Years a Dyspeptic R. H. Foster, 318 S. 2d St., Salt Lake City, writes: "I have been bothered with dyspepsia or indigestion for 21 years; tried many doctors without relief; recently I got a bottle of Herbine. 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JUST TO MAKE SURE Customer (to waiter who has brought him a beefsteak very much underdone)—Waiter, just send for the butcher, will you? Waiter—Why, sir? Customer—This steak doesn't seem to be quite dead yet. She sat stiffly upright in her coat of narrow seat and made no rises but rain came ere she went special plunged into the gloom of gorge. Jim reached behind her shut the sliding pane to shield from any chance gust. In doing so she sleeve of his jersey touched shoulder and she shrank aside, but seemed utterly unconscious. The train swept into the canyon, sped over the glistening rails like fiery eyed serpent. It was dark and girl shivered. Suppose the angry cat should wrench free some portion of trestlework? She only breathed confidence when the train was upon solid ledges of rock, which had carved out of the cliffs by the ages before. Suddenly she shovel fell from fireman's hands, ringing again upon iron running board. He reached and shook Jim Lestrange by the arm. Evylyn turned also, for the face was white under the grime of coal dust. He pointed behind where the daylight was fast fading—the entrance of the canyon. But too, saw what had startled the man. A wall of white water curled at the tracks. It swept the canyon floor to wall, bearing down upon rear of the long train so swiftly it seemed as though the cars must almost instantly swallowed by flood. "A cloudburst!" she heard Jim. Get Rid of Scroful Bunches, eruptions, inflammations, stress of the eyelids and ears, diseases of bones, rickets, dyspepsia, catarrh, wastiness are only some of the troubles it causes. It is a very active evil, making havoc in the whole system. Hood's Sarsaparilla Eradicates it, cures all its manifestation and builds up the whole system. Accept no substitute. IN THE BITTER BREEK RUN By W. BERT FOSTER Copyright, 1903, by T. C. McClure. ides," observed Lester, rolling a cigarette with an air of finality you will get your hands and face out, and—think of your clothes, Evylyn was not to be dissuaded. me the order, Lester," she comlal. "What is the good of being laughter of a man who owns / and the sister of a boy wA he owns the Bitter Creek divi I can’t ride in the cab?" Jim Lestrange" Lestrange is nothing whatever. Merely because we used to him when we were children no difference. He is only the er." Amph! 'Member when he and you to elope together in his goat and with a pound of crackers some cheese that mother had sent the store for, Evie? Le’s—see; here about five-then, weren’t you?" Evyn’s glance would have withered but an older brother. She ad away with the order addressthe engineer of the western speher head in the air and a deepened in her cheek. Fact that Jim Lestrange had been mate of her extreme youth did zee Miss Evlyn Grantham. She bereed that her mother had by spanked her for the escapade had mentioned, and with the of that chastisement her interest had expired. fact, soon after that fateful day granthams had gone east. Only visits to the town of her birth evlyn hear of Jim. The Granwent up the social and financial leaps and bounds. Jim Lece, with a pair of strong hands some brains, had, to Evyn’s scarcely risen at all. mainly the sooty faced fellow in a cap and overalls who took her when she reached the platform which Ninety-nine and its long of vestibule cars stood would made a strange figure in the par-her eastern friends. And to her this “Good morning, Miss Evlie,” offensively familiar. She stepped in the panting locomotive without claim, and then, before the words had more than passed his lips, the train leaped ahead. Twenty miles an hour through the canyon was considered a safe speed; the western special darted away at a pace double that, for the chance of wreck on a curve ahead was less to be feared than the certain death that followed behind! Involuntarily Evylyn clutched at the arm of the engineer. “Will it catch us? Can't you go faster?” she gasped. He turned his face around to her slowly. When she could see it he was actually smiling. “We’ll make a record for the Bitter Creek run this day.” Exasperated, she shook him angrily by the arm. "That will catch us—it will!" she cried. "Can’t you cut off the train?" Couldn’t we get away if the cars didn’t hold us back? He turned a quizzical glance upon her. "Cut off the cars?" he asked. "There are hundreds of people back there. There are only three of us here. Would it pay to sacrifice the others?" She was silenced and abashed, but she did not know that the thought had shot through his own mind first of all. One smashing blow of the sledge on the complia and the locomotive and tender would be free of the heavy train of coaches, and that white wall of water was coming faster and faster. Evylyn could not keep her own eyes from it. She leaped down from the seat, with a shriek. Instantly the long arm of the driver reached around the lever. He caught her and lifted her bodily back upon the seat. "Stay where you are!" he commanded hoarsely, and she, forgetting the tidal wave behind, stared straight ahead, her lips a firm line of white, too angry for speech. Nobody in all her life had ever touched or spoken to her so. She saw the fireman again lean over the lever and shout in Lestrange's ear. "The basin!" Jim nodded. Suddenly the walls of the canyon spread apart. The train was flying so swiftly that it seemed the cliffs were moving instead of themselves. The train ran out upon a long trestle, for in this wider part of the gorge, known as "the basin," there were rock shelves on either side. The creek bed was wide, and the water roared among the debris fallen from the heights above. Jim reversed the engine, and to Evylyn's despair the train slowed down. But she was too angry to speak. And scarcely had the train stopped when the tidal wave broke about them. When it reached the locomotive the water had spread over so great an area that only damage it did was to rise into the standing room of the cab and under Ninety-nine's claim, and then, before the words had more than passed his lips, the train leaped ahead. Twenty miles an hour through the canyon was considered a safe speed; the western special darted away at a pace double that, for the chance of wreck on a curve ahead was less to be feared than the certain death that followed behind! Involuntarily Evylyn clutched at the arm of the engineer. "Will it catch us? Can't you go faster?" she gasped. He turned his face around to her slowly. When she could see it he was actually smiling. "We'll make a record for the Bitter Creek run this day." Exasperated, she shook him angrily by the arm. "That will catch us—it will!" she cried. "Can't you cut off the train?" Couldn't we get away if the cars didn't hold us back? He turned a quizzical glance upon her. "Cut off the cars?" he asked. "There are hundreds of people back there. There are only three of us here. Would it pay to sacrifice the others?" She was silenced and abashed, but she did not know that the thought had shot through his own mind first of all. One smashing blow of the sledge on the complia and the locomotive and tender would be free of the heavy train of coaches, and that white wall of water was coming faster and faster. Evylyn could not keep her own eyes from it. She leaped down from the seat, with a shriek. Instantly the long arm of the driver reached around the lever. He caught her and lifted her bodily back upon the seat. "Stay where you are!" he commanded hoarsely, and she, forgetting the tidal wave behind, stared straight ahead, her lips a firm line of white, too angry for speech. Nobody in all her life had ever touched or spoken to her so. She saw the fireman again lean over the lever and shout in Lestrange's ear. "The basin!" Jim nodded. Suddenly the walls of the canyon spread apart. The train was flying so swiftly that it seemed the cliffs were moving instead of themselves. The train ran out upon a long trestle, for in this wider part of the gorge, known as "the basin," there were rock shelves on either side. The creek bed was wide, and the water roared among the debris fallen from the heights above. Jim reversed the engine, and to Evylyn's despair the train slowed down. But she was too angry to speak. And scarcely had the train stopped when the tidal wave broke about them. When it reached the locomotive the water had spread over so great an area that only damage it did was to rise into the standing room of the cab and under Ninety-nine's claim, and then, before the words had more than passed his lips, the train leaped ahead. Twenty miles an hour through the canyon was considered a safe speed; the western special darted away at a pace double that, for the chance of wreck on a curve ahead was less to be feared than the certain death that followed behind! Involuntarily Evylyn clutched at the arm of the engineer. "Will it catch us? Can't you go faster?" she gasped. He turned his face around to her slowly. When she could see it he was actually smiling. "We’ll make a record for the Bitter Creek run this day." Exasperated, she shook him angrily by the arm. "That will catch us—it will!" she cried. "Can't you cut off the train?" Couldn't we get away if the cars didn't hold us back? He turned a quizzical glance upon her. "Cut off the cars?" he asked. "There are hundreds of people back there. There are only three of us here. Would it pay to sacrifice the others?" She was silenced and abashed, but she did not know that the thought had shot through his own mind first of all. One smashing blow of the sledge on the complia and the locomotive and tender would be free of the heavy train of coaches, and that white wall of water was coming faster and faster. Evylyn could not keep her own eyes from it. She leaped down from the seat, with a shriek. Instantly the long arm of the driver reached around the lever. He caught her and lifted her bodily back upon the seat. "Stay where you are!" he commanded hoarsely, and she, forgetting the tidal wave behind, stared straight ahead, her lips a firm line of white, too angry for speech. Nobody in all her life had ever touched or spoken to her so. She saw the fireman again lean over the lever and shout in Lestrange's ear. "The basin!" Jim nodded. Suddenly the walls of the canyon spread apart. The train was flying so swiftly that it seemed the cliffs were moving instead of themselves. The train ran out upon a long trestle, for in this wider part of the gorge, known as "the basin," there were rock shelves on either side. The creek bed was wide, and the water roared among the debris fallen from the heights above. Jim reversed the engine, and to Evylyn's despair the train slowed down. But she was too angry to speak. And scarcely had the train stopped when the tidal wave broke about them. When it reached the locomotive the water had spread over so great an area that only damage it did was to rise into the standing room of the cab and under Ninety-nine's claim, and then, before the words had more than passed his lips, the train leaped ahead. Twenty miles an hour through the canyon was considered a safe speed; the western special darted away at a pace double that, for the chance of wreck on a curve ahead was less to be feared than the certain death that followed behind! Involuntarily Evylyn clutched at the arm of the engineer. "Will it catch us? Can't you go faster?" she gasped. He turned his face around to her slowly. When she could see it he was actually smiling. "We’ll make a record for the Bitter Creek run this day." Exasperated, she shook him angrily by the arm. "That will catch us—it will!" she cried. "Can’t you cut off the train?" Couldn't we get away if they bite on it. I'd been going to New York too often and for too long a time for anything like that. Well, listen. "A week ago Monday morning last I was standing after breakfast on the Thirty-sixth street side of Marlborough hotel, in New York, taking a sun bath for myself and mapping out my programme for day. Two or three other men were standing near me doing same. "Our attention was lazily enlisted as we stood there bythe spectacle of a boy wearing a chef’s cap and apron recklessly swinging an empty crockery pitcher above his head. The boy was rigged up like a hotel kitchen apprenice." "'What infernal whelps most boys are, anyhow!' remarked a sporty looking man standing near me to a plain looking individual who was standing alongside of him.' Now, just look at that cub fooling with that pitcher. It’s a clutch that he’ll drop it and smash it to smithereens before he gets to Seventh avenue.' "'Oh, I dunno,' wasthe replyoftheplainlookingman.'Iguessthekidknowswhathe’sabout.He’sgotaprettygoodclutchonthehandleofthepitcher.He’llhangontoitallright.' "'BetyoufivehedropsitbeforebeachesSeventhavenue,’wasthequickresponseofthemanwiththesporylook.' 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The flier of the Bitter Creek division becoming popular. Some of her has been through the canyon when its marvels from the windows carar car, but no girl in her set armed ride from Logger to McMation, the towns guardian the ice and exit of the canyon, in the big Ninety-nine. On better sit to the town of her birth evylyn hear of Jim. The Gran went up the social and financial by leaps and bounds. Jim Lee, with a pair of strong hands some brains, had, to Evylyn's scarcely risen at all. Inly the sooty faced fellow in a cap and overalls who took her when she reached the platform which Ninety-nine and its long of vestibule cars stood would made a strange figure in the parthen eastern friends. And to her this "Good morning, Miss Evie," affensively familiar. She stepped into the panting locomotive without wring and heartily wishing she met come. What an adventure to tell the of when she went back! The flier of the Bitter Creek division becoming popular. Some of her has been through the canyon when its marvels from the windows carar car, but no girl in her set armed ride from Logger to McMation, the towns guardian the ice and exit of the canyon, in the big Ninety-nine. On better sit to the town of her birth evylyn hear of Jim. The Gran went up the social and financial by leaps and bounds. Jim Lee, with a pair of strong hands some brains, had, to Evylyn's scarcely risen at all. Inly the sooty faced fellow in a cap and overalls who took her when she reached the platform which Ninety-nine and its long of vestibule cars stood would made a strange figure in the parthen eastern friends. And to her this "Good morning, Miss Evie," affensively familiar. She stepped into the panting locomotion without wring and heartily wishing she met come. What an adventure to tell the of when she went back! The flier of the Bitter Creek division becoming popular. Some of her has been through the canyon when its marvels from the windows carar car, but no girl in her set armed ride from Logger to McMation, the towns guardian the ice and exit of the canyon, in the big Ninety-nine. On better sit to the town of her birth evylyn hear of Jim. The Gran went up the social and financial by leaps and bounds. Jim Lee, with a pair of strong hands some brains, had, to Evylyn's scarcely risen at all. Inly the sooty faced fellow in a cap and overalls who took her when she reached the platform which Ninety-nine and its long of vestibule cars stood would made a strange figure in the parthen eastern friends. And to her this "Good morning, Miss Evie," affensively familiar. She stepped into the panting locomotion without wring and heartily wishing she met come. What an adventure to tell the of when she went back! The flier of the Bitter Creek division becoming popular. Some of her has been through the canyon when its marvels from the windows carar car, but no girl in her set armed ride from Logger to McMation, the towns guardian the ice and exit of the canyon, in the big Ninety-nine. On better sit to the town of her birth evylyn hear of Jim. The Gran went up the social and financial by leaps and bounds. Jim Lee, with a pair of strong hands some brains, had, to Evylyn's scarcely risen at all. Inly the sooty faced fellow in a cap and overalls who took her when she reached the platform which Ninety-nine and its long of vestibule cars stood would made a strange figure in the parthen eastern friends. And to her this "Good morning, Miss Evie," affensively familiar. She stepped into the panting locomotion without wring and heartily wishing she met come. What an adventure to tell the of when she went back! The flier of the Bitter Creek division becoming popular. Some of her has been through the canyon when its marvels from the windows carar car, but no girl in her set armed ride from Logger to McMation, the towns guardian the ice and exit of the canyon, in the big Ninety-nine. On better sit to the town of her birth evylyn hear of Jim. The Gran went up the social and financial by leaps and bounds. Jim Lee, with a pair of strong hands some brains, had, to Evylyn's scarcely risen at all. Inly the sooty faced fellow in a cap and overalls who took her when she reached the platform which Ninety-nine and its long of vestibule cars stood would made a strange figure in the parthen eastern friends. And to her this "Good morning, Miss Evie," affensively familiar. She stepped into the panting locomotion without wring and heartily wishing she met come. What an adventure to tell the of when she went back! The flier of the Bitter Creek division becoming popular. Some of her has been through the canyon when its marvels from the windows carar car, but no girl in her set armed ride from Logger to McMation, the towns guardian the ice and exit of the canyon, in the big Ninety-nine. On better sit to the town of her birth evylyn hear of Jim. The Gran went up the social and financial by leaps and bounds. Jim Lee, with a pair of strong hands some brains, had, to Evylyn's scarcely risen at all. Inly the sooty faced fellow in a cap and overalls who took her when she reached the platform which Ninety-nine and its long of vestibule cars stood would made a strange figure in the parthen eastern friends. And to her this "Good morning, Miss Evie," affensively familiar. She stepped into the panting locomotion without wring and heartily wishing she met come. What an adventure to tell the of when she went back! The flier of the Bitter Creek division becoming popular. Some of her has been through the canyon when its marvels from the windows carar car, but no girl in her set armed ride from Logger to McMation, the towns guardian the ice and exit of the canyon, in the big Ninety-nine. On better sit to the town of her birth evylyn hear of Jim. The Gran went up the social and financial by leaps and bounds. Jim Lee, with a pair of strong hands some brains, had, to Evylyn's scarcely risen at all. Inly the sooty faced fellow in a cap and overalls who took her when she reached the platform which Ninety-nine and its long of vestibule cars stood would made a strange figure in the parthen eastern friends. And to her this "Good morning, Miss Evie," affensively familiar. She stepped into the panting locomotion without wring and heartily wishing she met come. What an adventure to tell the of when she went back! The flier of the Bitter Creek division becoming popular. Some of her has been through the canyon when its marvels from the windows carar car, but no girl in her set armed ride from Logger to McMation, the towns guardian the ice and exit of the canyon, in the big Ninety-nine. On better sit to the town of her birth evylyn hear of Jim. The Gran went up the social and financial by leaps and bounds. Jim Lee, with a pair of strong hands some brains, had, to Evylyn's scarcely risen at all. Inly the sooty faced fellow in a cap and overalls who took her when she reached the platform which Ninety-nine and its long of vestibule cars stood would made a strange figure in the parthen eastern friends. And to her this "Good morning, Miss Evie," affensively familiar. She stepped into the panting locomotion without wring and heartily wishing she met come. What an adventure to tell the of when she went back! The flier of the Bitter Creek division becoming popular. Some of her has been through the canyon when its marvels fromthe windows carar car,but no girl in her set armed ride from Logger to McMation,the towns guardian,the iceandexitofthecanyon.inThebigNinety-nine. On better sit to the town of her birth evylyn hear of Jim. The Gran went up the social and financial by leaps and bounds. Jim Lee,witha pairofstronghandssomebrains,hadno girlinhersetarmedridefromLoggertoMcMation,thetownguardian,theiceandexitofthecanyon.inThebigNinety-nine. On better sit to the town of her birth evylyn hear of Jim. The Gran went up the social and financial by leaps and bounds. Jim Lee,witha pairofstronghandssomebrains,hadno girlinhersetarmedridefromLoggertoMcMation,thetownguardian,theiceandexitofthecanyon.inThebigNinety-nine. On better sit to the town of her birth evylyn hear of Jim. The Gran went upthe socialandfinancialbyleapsthecanyon.inThebigNinety-nine. On better sit to the town of her birth evylyn hear of Jim. The Gran went upthe socialandfinancialbyleapsthecanyon.inThebigNinety-nine. On better sit to the town of her birth evylyn hear of Jim. The Gran went upthe socialandfinancialbyleapsthecanyon.inThebigNinety-nine. On better sit tothe townofherbirthevylynhearsenthecanyon.inThebigNinety-nine. On better sit tothe townofherbirthevylynhearsentthecanyon.inThebigNinety-nine. On better sit tothe townofherbirthevylynhearsentthecanyon.inThebigNinety-nine. On better sit tothe townofherbirthevylynhearsentthecanyon.inThebigNinety-nine. On better sitto therowntownofherbirthevylynhearsentthecanyon.inThebigNinety-nine. On better sitto therowntownofherbirthevylynhearsentthecanyon.inThebigNintery-nine. On better sitto therowntownofherbirthevylynhearsentthecanyon.inThebigNintery-nine. On better sitto therowntownofherbirthevylynhearsentthecanyon.inThebigNintery-nine. On better sitto therowntownofherbirthevylynhearsentthecanyon.inThebigNintery-nine. On better sitto therowntownofherbirthevylynhearsentthecanyon.inThebigNintery-nine. FACTS ABOUT ORANGED The census bureau has a bulletin on agriculture in California which we quote from extension another part of this issue.The interesting features of this is paragraph giving them off farms and acres of farming on five Southern Californias.The pre-eminance of county is apparent: Counties.No.farmLos AngelesOrangeRiversideSan BernardinoSan Diego But it is in the acreage of i lands that Orange county ta About fifteen sweet potato growers, representing an output of 2000 sacks, met recently in Santa Ana and decided to market the crop under one management. J. A. Vail will act as sales agent. Santa Ana Steam Laundry Agency I run a laundry wagon that will call for and deliver your laundry twice a week. Laundry coming in as late as 9 o'clock Thursday morning will be delivered to you Saturday at 5 o'clock. E. W. McCOLLUM. For Rent Furnished front room for rent, inquire at this office. Directors of the deciduous fruit association met on Saturday afternoon and appointed George Hunter to manage the association's packing-house at Loara. Walnuts are not expected to come in before October 15th. The crop is a light one, the lightest one in years. Everybody Knows About Pain-Killer A Household Medicine A Safe and Sure cure for Cramps, Coughs, Bruises, Diarrhoea, Colds, Burns, Sprains and Strains. Gives instant relief. Two sizes, 25c. and 50c. Only one Pain Killer, Perry Davis'. ENTIRELY RIGHT Tess—Oh, yes, I feel pretty sure of him. I rejected him when he proposed first because I was positive he'd try again. Jess—and you were right. He did try again; and I accepted him. THE CLEANSING AND HEALING CURE FOR CATARRH Ely's Cream Balm Easy and pleasant to use. Contains no injurious drug. It is quickly absorbed. Gives Relief at once. It Opens and Cleanses the Nasal Passages. Allays Inflammation. Heals and Protects the Membrane. Restores the Senses of Taste and Smell. Large Size, 60 cents at Druggists or by mail; Trial Size, 10 cents by mail. ELY BROTHERS, 65 Warren Street, New York, which we quote from extents another part of this issue. the interesting features of the farms and acres of farming on the five Southern California counties. The pre-eminence of county is apparent: Counties. No. farm Los Angeles...6877 Orange...2888 Riverside...2440 San Bernardino...2350 San Diego...2608 But it is in the acreage of lands that Orange county takes precedence over the other of Southern California: Counties. Los Angeles... Orange... Riverside... San Bernardino... San Diego... The area of Orange county square miles; that of Los ...3880; that of Riverside, 7008; San Bernardino, 20055, and San Diego, 8400 square miles. Orange county thus contains fifth the area of Los Angeles its irrigated lands approach to one-half those of its neighbor the north. Riverside embraces nine town areas yet it irrigates 9000 more or a fourth more than the borough county on the east. San Bernardino is 25 times larger than this jumbo county by nearly approximately ten per cent. San Diego is eleven times larger than it irrigates 25,000 acres more than the county on the south-central is the former's irrigation as compared with that of the almost the irrigated area Diego and Riverside combine. Orange county possesses the system of irrigation, the most water rights, that exist in South California. That is what it said many a time and oft-figures prove it. It is the highest and most productive counties outdoors and is settling up than any other in the State. Many a child has been fooled by the story of the pot of gold which is to be found just at the foot of the rainbow, and has started out to gather riches full of happy dreams. Many a man and woman have been deceived by the tale that there was health to be found out beyond the sunset, and they have started out dreaming of a healthful future, never to be realized. People who have tried change of climate in vain for the cure of weak lungs have been perfectly and permanently treated by the use of Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery. It cures deep-seated angina, bronchitis, bleeding lungs, emulsion, and other conditions which, if neglected or unskilfully treated, find a final end in consumption. Last spring I had a severe attack of pneumonia which left me with a very bad cough, also left my lungs in a very bad condition. States John M. Russell, Req. of Brent, Cherokee, Ind. Ty. "I had no appetite and was so sick I could scarcely walk. My breast was all with running sores. I got two bottles of Dr. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery, which I believe saved my life. I cannot express my gratitude to you. I am able now to do very good work." Any substitute offered as "just as good" "Golden Medical Discovery" is a shadow of that medicine. There are stress behind every claim made for the discovery," which no "just as good" medicine can show. The People's Common Sense Medical Visiser, a book containing 1008 pages, given away. Send 21 one-cent stamps or expense of mailing only, for the book paper covers, or 31 stamps for the volume bound in cloth. Address Dr. R. V. Pierce, Buffalo, N.Y. ACTS ABOUT ANAHEIM. Patch of the industries and Resources on this Most Beautiful Part of California. The City of Anaheim, with a population of 2500, is situated in the northern part of Orange county, in southern California, 12 miles from the ocean, 4½ miles from the footfalls, and 148½ feet above sea level. Is 27 miles from Los Angeles, the second largest city in the State of California. The climatic conditions are the most favorable for out-door life to be found in Southern California. Official Book Burnings. The last authorized book burning in Great Britain was in 1779, when "The Commercial Restraint of Ireland Considered," by the Hon. Hely Hutchinson, was given to the flames. The war against books began under Henry VIII., when books were burned by both religious parties. All copies of Tyndale's Bible that could be bought up were publicly burned at St. Paul's on Shrove Tuesday, 1527, and a general destruction by fire of unlicensed books was ordered three years later by the king. In 1585 the star chamber claimed the power of licensing and seizing books, and its scrutiny was as rigorous as that of the Inquisition. In 1607 Dr. Cowell's "Law Dictionary" was burned by order of the house of commons for its assertion of divine right in favor of James L. and "The King's Book of Sports" met with a similar fate at the hands of the Puritans in 1664. About a century later De Foe's "Shortest Way With the Dissenters" was burned by parliament, and in 1763 Wilke's "North Briton" was subject to the same wanton intolerance, which in some cases defeated its own object. Directors of the local Walnut Growers' association were notified to attend a meeting of the executive committee of the various associations at the chamber of commerce in Los Angeles on Tuesday for the purpose of naming prices for the walnut crop of 1093. The meeting was strictly an executive session. Sweet potato growers at Fullerton and other neighboring points, representing about 20,000 sacks, held a meeting Wednesday and decided to handle and market this season's crop through one management only, and have selected J. A. Vail, one of the pioneer growers of this district, as sales agent. Raised From the Dead C. W. Landis, "porter" for the Oriental hotel, Chanute, Kan., says: "I know what it was to suffer with neuralgia, deed I did, and I got a bottle of Ballard's Snow Liniment and I was 'raised from the dead.' I tried to get some more, but before I had 'deposed' of my bottle, I was cured entirely. I am tellin' de truth too." 25c, 50c and $1 at J. P. Hatzfeld's. Rates to Oceanside and Coronado Until September 10, 1903, the Santa Fe will sell excursion tickets to Ocean Beaches as follows: To Oceanside and return, with final limit 30 days from date of sale; rate The City of Anaheim, with a population of 2500, is situated in the northern part of Orange county, in Southern California, 12 miles from the ocean, 4½ miles from the foot-rails, and 148½ feet above sea level. It is 27 miles from Los Angeles, the second largest city in the State of California. The climatic conditions are the most favorable for out-door life to be found in Southern California. The temperature is extremely uniform, seldom rising above 90 degrees in summer, or falling below 32 degrees in winter. The abundance of sunlight and the absence of sharp costs and cold winds make it a place especially acceptable to those aspiring to escape the severe climate of the east. The country is very attractive. It practically level, with just sufficient slope from the hills to afford adequate drainage. The roads are level, well graded, and well kept, fording excellent opportunities for cycling and driving. The soil is a rich sandy loam which never bakes, making it a very easy ground to work; thus lending itself readily to the cultivation of berries, nuts, oranges, etc. The variety of products, and the possibility of procuring small tracts on land at low figures, and on easy farms, make our section of the county very attractive and advantageous for truck raising, or for farming on a small scale. The following are a few of the products: oranges, lemons, walnuts, grapes, peaches, apricots, sugar beets, berries and vegetables of all kinds. Anaheim is the possessor of a building and Loan Association, water company, two railroads, fruit nursery and drier, large oil industry, rich farm, bank, several adequate commercial houses, two hotels and two newspapers. The city also owns a water and lighting plant. FACTS ABOUT ORANGE CO. The census bureau has issued a bulletin on agriculture in California which we quote from extensively in another part of this issue. One of the interesting features of the report is the paragraph giving the number of farms and acres of farming lands in the five Southern California counties. The pre-eminence of Orange County is apparent: Counties. No. farms. Acres. Los Angeles...6577 895,963 Orange...2288 569,436 Riverside...2140 470,097 San Bernardino...2190 132 Diego...2698 805,419 But it is in the acreage of irrigated lands that Orange county takes easy C. W. Landis, "porter" for the Oriental hotel, Chanute, Kan., says: "I know what it was to suffer with neuralgia, deed I did, and I got a bottle of Ballard's Snow Liniment and I was "raised from the dead." I tried to get some more, but before I had 'deposed' of my bottle, I was cured entirely. I am tellin' de truth too." 25c, 50c and $1 at J.P. Hatzfeld's. Rates to Oceanside and Coronado Until September 10, 1903, the Santa Fe will sell excursion tickets to Ocean Beaches as follows: To Oceanside and return, with final limit 30 days from date of sale; rate $2.25. To Coronado and return, with final limit to September 30, 1903; rate $2.50. Special excursions to San Diego July 3d and 4th, July 31st and August 1st, August 28th and 29th; rate of fare $3.00 for round trip. Final return limit 30 days from date of sale. For full particulars call on Santa Fe agent at Anaheim. Santa Barbara Excursion Season 1903. The Southern Pacific Company will sell special round-trip tickets to Santa Barbara and return as follows: Return limit 30 days from date of sale. The fare from Anaheim will be $3.25 with stop-over privileges in both directions at Ventura and Santa Paula only. Dates of sale June 12th and 13th, July 3rd and 4th, August 7th and 8th, September 4th and 5th. Three Routes EAST and WEST 'Sunset' 'Ogden' 'Shasta' Via LL PASO and New Orleans Via SAN FRANCISCO and Portland The service on these trains is perfect. The time is the fastest. The scenery most beautiful. The tourist car service now directly to those who desire to travel at a high rate of speed, but prefer to economize a little on sleeping car accommodations. The Southern Pacific runs personally conducted tourist excursions every day in the week at reduced rates to various points in the east without change via all routes. A conductor accompanies the train to destination, and is ever ready to attend to the wants of the traveler. Southern Pacific THE SANDERS-ARNOTT DISC PLOW. The solid cast frame now being used on the Sanders-Arnott Disc Plow is the most valuable feature added to the Disc Plow since they were placed on sale. See them before buying. No more sprung beams out of line or bolts sheared off. We have a new pattern four gang plow for the largest ranches. Any disc plow without the solid cast frame is old style. Do not be misled into buying one. Made in one, two, three and four gang patterns. The most successful disc plow in the market. Draft reduced 50 per cent./ Send for circulars. We have a liberal proposition to offer any rancher who wishes to investigate the merits of this plow. Write for it ARNOTT & COMPANY Wagons, Carriages and Farm Machinery. 120, 122, 124 Los Angeles Street THE GAZETTE JOB - OFFICE THE GAZETTE JOB - OFFICE Is fitted to do all kinds of Commercial Printing From a Card to a Book or a Transcript, Etc., Etc. Call and see us and get prices. 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