The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on February 22, 1899 · Page 3
Get access to this page with a Free Trial

The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa · Page 3

Publication:
Location:
Algona, Iowa
Issue Date:
Wednesday, February 22, 1899
Page:
Page 3
Start Free Trial
Cancel

DBS MOINES: ALGONA IOWA, WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 22, 18S9 •'•"' **•* ^"^ . ..... - • -• -.-...-.-.-.- - J -->-•. •-• J^,--- -•-.-:-.^—U.--....— I.—- -•--'- J-- ----- -^-J^jj^I-i^Ji-jjJ-JulaJjJliJJMaiM.aajilllil^^ . Shell A ROMANCE Wilden. CHAPTER XII.—(Continued.) Shell's life has been so very uneventful during the absence that it does not take long to recount the few •email incidents which have broken its monotony. ... H "It was so stupid of you to come, remarks Ruby, during a brief! pause in' the dialogue going on between Mrs. Wilden and Shell. "I don't suppose " <we shall any of us be stopping here more than a few days longer." . Mrs. Wilden looks surprised. • ''How so? I have no intention of going home just yet. Ruby," she says a little tartly. -"The cottage is taken for 'two months, and since the rent must be paid, we may as well make the best of 'our bargain." "There is no beet about It," grumbles Violet "No, indeed—it is a downright snare . and delusion," agrees Ruby.' "Since even the Champley brothers couldn t stand it there can be no wonder if we . run away." "I don't think they grew tired of the moor," says Shell honestly. . -. "If not, why did they leave it?' demands her sister defiantly. ' "Can't say," responds Shell; then, after a pause, she continues—"I sup. pose you know that ^hey are going 'abroad in a few days." "Going abroa'd!" repeats Ruby, in a tone of positive consternation. "No, ' I had-no idea of, it; I understood that they -were merely going back to Champley House." They are starting for Switzerland in two or three days," says Shtll quiet- 4y; "and I rather fancy they wont be back till autumn." "In that case we may as well stop where we are," observes Ruby, without her ususal caution. "My dear Ruby, their movements cannot in any way affect ours," says Mrs. Wilden, looking puzzled and a trifle shocked. "No, of course not," stammers Ruby, with a momentary flush; "only I promised Robert Champley in a way to look after the children! and, since he is going abroad, I should not like to leave them alone on the moor. That nurse is a very illiterate person —I doubt if she can. write—and or he will want to hear how they are getting on." "Ahem!" ejaculates Violet suggestively, and then indulges in an amused from the light. Removing it gently, Shell notes that poor Meg is wan as a white may-blossom—even the slight movement sends a convulsive shiver through her little frame. Shell is not one to waste time over speculations. Stooping down, she raises the sleeping child in her arms, and, telling Bob to follow, proceeds to the farm. At the door she is met by the farmer's wife, a kind, motherly creature, who takes in at a glance Shell's sign to be silent. Mounting to the children's room, which is deserted, she undresses Meg and'lays her in her little cot. A few minutes' persuasion and tho promise of a fairy tale soon induce Bob to follow his sister's example. But Shell has no'need to cudgel her brains for tho promised legend. No sooner does Bob's head touch the pillow than he, too, sinks into a troubled sleep. Descending to the big flagged kitchen, Shell holds a hurried consultation with the farmer's wife, the result of which is that a boy is despatched for the nearest doctor. Whilst she is waiting his arrival, Piper turns up explaining that she has only just 'been down to the village for a few stamps; she looks much taken aback when she hears of the children's illness and finds that she cannot pooh- pooh it. After two hours' waiting the doctor comes. He is an elderly man, genial, reliable and fatherly. Shell and the mistress of the house accompany him to the sick-room. When the three return to the big kitchen there Is a as small-pox—no one could e*p>8et It Had it been anything else"—grandiloquently—"anything less repulsive, 1 would have gone to them myself." "And they are to be left entirely Co strangers, with no familiar face beside them?" queries Shell in her even voice. "I don't see any other possible arrangement, since you have been foolish enough to let Piper forsake her post," answers Ruby, with a sigh. "But I see that some other arrangement is imperative," says Shell decidedly. "It would be too cruel and cowardly to leave them to strangers. If you won't go and remain with them tfll the nurse arrives I shall." (To be Continued.) FOR BOYS AND GffiLS, SOME GOOD STORIES FOR OUR JUNIOR READERS. WON'T EAT WOMEN. Whore the Robin* Go for the Winter Time—"How Ther Became Acquainted," a Juvenile Romance—A Tale of Pn»sy-Wlllow. In Winter Weather. Oh, where is the children's playground It is buried beneath the snow; The flowers are dead, the birds have lied; Now where will the children go? scared look on two. at least of the faces. "All connection with that part of the house must be cut off, Mrs. Pom- fluid course fret, and a sheet with Condy's hung at the end of the passage. I will telegraph at once to Mr. Champley, if you can furnish me with his address." Piper, looking scared and pale, produces the address, and the doctor takes his departure. "The doctor is not certain," answers Shell in her low sweet voice—"but he fears small-pox; it seems there are some cases in the neighborhood." "Small-pox!" shrieks Piper. "And am I expected to stop here and lose my life through nursing children with small-pox? I won't do it—no, not f,or Queen Victoria herself!" Peruvian Cannlbnls Rcffnrrt the 8e« as Unclcnii Animals. Down in the darkest Peru, over an outlying eastern ridge of the Andes, toward the very unsettled boundary lines of Brazil and Bolivia, a flourishing race of cannibalistic Indians can be found. They are so fierce and unapproachable that few missionaries or explorers have ever felt courage enough to guarantee anything like a close study of their eccentricities. It was an Englishwoman who recently brought home a photograph of one of the women of a cannibal tribe, and though full of eagerness to know more of these people, she was persuaded to forego investigation. The civilized Indians regard them with a horror that only cannibalism can inspire, and only at long intervals have the white residents of Peru seen or captured any of the Cascibos, who range the forests where the precious Peruvian bark is found, and who fight each other in the hope of securing prisoners for a cannibalistic orgie. But there is a queer code in their savage law. They make no effort to seize -women' for their feasts. The very degradation of the sex is in a way its preservation. The male ante or Cascibo regards a woman as an impure being. She is a necessary torment, but by no means a comfort, though she accepts her share of duty, and a cannibal brave would well-nigh perish of starvation before he would pollute his lips with female flesh. Not only is a woman thus despised, but her blood is feared as a poison, from the taste of which no man could recover. The cannibal women profess no such distaste for man's flesh, but are They will go to the cozy corner, Where the fire burns warm and bright, And there they will meet the fairies, Who bask in the moon's pale light. They will find fair Cinderella; They will go with her to the ball; They will find that lovely fellow, Clever Jack, and the beanstalk tall. And Red Ridinghood will be there; And the wolf, he will be there, too; But now that he has wiser grown, I am sure he will not harm you. They will there meet Mother Hubbard, And good old Mother Goose as well, And a score of other people Of whom we have all heard tell. They are all there in the corner, For there is the Fairyland, true, A.nd when it is winter weather That's the place, children clear, for you. —Arthur J. Burdick. Where the Robing Go. to Pearl, "Run to the parlor window, dear, and see what it is." "O mamma, somebody's moving into the house across the street!" she cried joyfully, and then she watched until all the furniture was safely housed, and she forgot to be lonely. Each morning for several days, and many times during those days, Pearl would go to the parlor window and watch the Tiouse across the street, and more than once she said, "I wonder whether there is a little girl over there?" One cold day soon after this mamma was busy up-stairs, and Pearl stood again in the parlor with her little nose pressed against the window, watching the house into which the new neighbors had moved, when a little curly head bobbed up at the opposite winduw, and the bright face of a little boy smiled across at her. Then Pearl smiled, too. "I must bring Victoria Jane and Fluffy to see that nice little hoy," she said, and hurried off to get them, and soon they were perched up by her side at the window. The little boy greeted the newcomers with a smile, and then disappeared, but returned soon and arranged a company of soldiers on the window-sill, and held up a little white rabbit. Then Pearl and the little boy exchanged pleasant smiles; the soldiers marched across the window-sill; Victoria Jane silently looked on; the rabbit raised his ears and Fluffy barked, And then into Pearl's busy little brain came a thought, and away she ran, and • returned with her alphabet blocks. Then against the window she spelled with the blocks, PEARL. Once more the little curly head opposite disappeared, and when ho returned he spelled with his blocks' MISSOURI'S WAR QbVERNdft laugh. ,., Shell does not laugh, but turns with Impatient step from the room. CHAPTER XIII. "Where are you going, Shell?" asks Ruby, glancing up from an elaborate band of crewel-work, destined to trim (a morning-gown. "I am going over to Meadowcroft to superintend Bob's donkey-ride. I promised him yesterday I would come." "What folly! You know he is never allowed a donkey-ride unless he has been particularly good; and when I ask Piper if, he has been good enough to have one, she invariably answers •No.'" Shell gives one of those low rippling laughs of hers, which has in it a m.ock- "Shame upon you, woman! cries said to eat it with relish, while in their own turn they have evidently taken no active steps to convince the men against their ancient error and prejudice.—Washington Times. ing ring. "Piper does not care for running after donkeys—doubtless she considers it infra dig. As she knows that I always do the running business and leave her free, I invariably hear that the children are deserving of a ride." "Well, it's a bore any way," grumbles Ruby. "I wanted you to cut out my collar and cuffs, as I feel inclined for a good day's work." "That won't take five minutes, laughs Shell, stripping off her wash• leather gloves and good temperedly setting to the task. When, some twenty minutes later, she arrives at Meadowcrou Farm, she finds the children established in a hayfield near the house, and Piper nowhere visible. "Where is Piper?" asks Shell, sinking down in the fragrant hay. "Busy," answers, Bob, laconically. "Have you been good childrei^-good enough for a donkey-ride?" pursues Shell, smiling. "Don't know," responds Bob, with placid indifference—"s'pose not. Piper boxed my ears this morning." "Well, never mind," laughs Shell— "since Piper isn't here we can't ask her—you shall have your donkey-ride today, and then you'll ,'be a good boy tomorrow." "Don't want a donkey-ride," re' sponds Bob stolidly; "tell us a story instead'." "Not 'want a donkey-ride? Why, what sorb.of a boy do you call yourself?" demands • Shell, turning the child round to laugh, him out of what sho imagines to be a fit of the sulks; then she becomes aware that Bob's generally rosy face is pale and languid looking—that his bright merry eyes are dim and misty. "Do you feel ill?" asks Shell, thinking that the child must have been allowed to eat something unwholesome. • "No-no," falters Bob, with all a boy's reluctance to give in to physical suffering; "only my head aches rather." . With a strange thrill at her heart Shell turns to Meg. The little girl is sound asleep on a soft bed ofi 'hay, her • .'(attitude betokening thorough, lassitude fat little arm shields her eyes Mrs. Pomfret wrathfully. "Do you mean to tell me you would have the heart to go away and leave them poor little babies, with their father away goodness knows where, and their poor mother lying buried? I'd nurse 'em myself, and welcome, only I've got my own children to think of, and I cari't be running to and fro to the sick-room with small-pox hanging about my clothes." "Let who will nurse 'em—I won't," remarks Piper doggedly. "Do you think I would allow you?" flashes Shell, her bosom heaving with suppressed scorn and anger. "Do you imagine for one moment that you are fit to be trusted to nurse them?" "You are right there, miss," agrees Mrs. Pomfret; "for she neglects them poor dears, shameful. As for nursing, I wouldn't trust her with a sick cat;" then, turning to the nurse, she continues loftily—"Take your precious person out of this as soon as may be- though who's to attend to them children, I don't know." "Don't trouble yourself about that, Mrs. Pomfret. I will take care of them till a proper nurse is found," says Shell gently. "You mustn't miss—it's catching- dreadful catching," remonstrates Mrs, Pomfret. "Only when people are afraid," laughs Shell. "I don't feel in the least nervous about illness." '"Cause you haven't seen much," opinos Mrs. Pomfret, with a sage head- shake. There is general consternation at Gorse Cottage when Shell arrives with her news, "Small-pox! Are you quite sure he said small-pox?" cries Ruby, with a shudder. "How terrible! But surely A PEASANT WEDDING. Mrs. Alec Tweedie, in her journey- ings through Finland, appears to have displayed a happy aptitude for forming friendly relations with all sorts and conditions of people. At one peasant cottage of the poorest sort, where she stopped to buy a. bowl of milk, she fell into conversation with its mistress, a very clean and apparently very aged woman, clad in a short serge skirt, a loose white chemise and a striped apron of many colors—these simple garments being all of her own weaving. Over her head she wore a black cashmere kerchief. Her face might have belonged to a woman of a hundred or a witch of ancient times, it was oo wrinkled and tanned; her hands were hard and horny; and yet, after half an hour's conversation, we discovered she was only about flfty- five. Hard work, poor food and life in dark, ill-ventilated, omoky cottages age the peasants fast; at seventeen many a girl begins to look like an old Ray was looking out of the window, watching the snowbirds hopping about under the trees, looking for some of the crumbs he had thrown out that morning. "Auntie," ho asked, "where do all the other birds go when the snow comes—the swallows and the bluebirds and the robins? Where do the robins go?" "Come here, dear," sajd Aunt Bess, "and I'll tell you what I saw last winter when I was in southern California. Ray came, and the other children, Jack and Daisy and little Ted, left their play and came, too, for they were always ready to hear Aunt Bessie's stories, and especially ones about California. Auntie lifted Teddy upon her lap and began: "One morning in February, when the sun was bright and warm, I was out in the yard picking an orange, when I heard a queer little noise near me. It seemed to come from a big pepper- tree that stood there, and sounded like two things—like rain-drops pattering on the ground and corn-popping up in the tree. "While I was wondering what it could be, suddenly there was a 'chirrup!' that sounded very familiar, and I said, 'Why., they're robins, eating the pepper-berries!' And sure enough, there they were, a big flock of them, picking away, and that made the pop- a gainst the window, HARRY. All through that winter Pearl and Harry played together although the street separated them, and they lived in different houses. In the window' on one side were arranged day after day the different toys of a little girl, and in the window opposite those of a little boy, and mamma did not hear her little girl say again all that winter that she was lonesome. FRANK E. GRAEFF. A Tale of Pussy-Willow. From the time the willows grow bare in the fall till the first birds, appear in springtime little Ethel is watching for pussy-willow. She imagines all sorts of pretty things about the cunning fuzzy balls, and keeps the vases in the parlor full of willow bouquets. One of her beliefs is that all the kitties that have, ever been drowned in the creek down in the pasture come back in the shape of pussy-willows. For this reason she loves them and pets them, and talks to them as she would if they were real pussies. The other evening Brother Rob was having a torchlight procession .and all the boys in the neighborhood were helping him. Their torches were "cattail" flag reeds gathered in the swamps woman. The woman was a old, or cheerful middle-aged, and friendly ping, and the berries they dropped made the rain-drops. "The pepper-berries are tiny, round, bright red balls that grow in bunches, something like grapes, and- taste like our black pepper; and how the robins were eating them! Perhaps they needed something to warm them after their long journey from the north." "I know!'' said Jack, "pepper's good for chickens, and maybe it is for rob- and soaked in kerosene oll.which made them the jolllest torches imaginable. Ethel was having a merry time watching the boys form in line, when she happened to hear one of them call his torch a "cat-tail." She stopped and thought a moment, and then, rushing in to her mother, buried her face in her dress and sobbed, "Oh, it's dreful; the boys are using the tails of my grown-up pussy-willows for torches."— Ruth Newton Rennick. GOVERNOR T. C. FLETCHER. Hon. Thomas C. Fletcher, the noted war Governor of the State of Missouri, la a great friend of Pe-ru-na. He writes: The Pe-ru-na Drug M'f'g Co., Columbus, Ohio. Gentlemen—For years I have been afflicted with chronic catarrh, which has gone through my whole system, and no one knows the torture and, misery I have passed through. My doctor has prescribed various remedies, and I have never found any relief until I was persuaded by a friend to Use Dr. Hartnian's Pe-ru-na. After the use of one bottle I feel like a now man. It also cured mo of a dropping I had in my throat, and built my system up generally. To those who are Buffering with catarrh I take pleasure In recommending your great medicine. Very respectfully. Thomaa C. Fletcher. Everything that affects the welfare of the people is a legitimate subject of comment to the real statesman. The statesman is not a narrow man.. It is the politician who is narrow. The true statesman looks out on the -world as it is, and seeks, as far aa is in hl3 power, to remedy evils and encourage the good. Catarrh in its various forms is rapidly becoming a national curse. An, Undoubted remedy has been discovered by Dr. Hartman. This remedy, has been thoroughly tested during the past forty years. Prominent men have come to know of its virtues, and are making public utterances on the subject. To save the country we must save the people. To save the people we must protect them from disease. The disease that is at once the moat prevalent and stubborn of cure is catarrh. Ills Flaln Statement. "Er-h'm!—bruddren and sistahs," severely began, good old Parson Wolti- mon just before the collection was taken up, "I has been pained to notice dat on sev'ral purseedin' Sundays when de'hat was bein' parsed it has been delayed an' procrastinated by some ob cte bruddreii malcin' dis weak excuse an' dat one why dey shouldn't chip into it. An' now, I dess wants to specif v, mo' in sorrer dan in anger, but wid all de pintednoss and prognostication flat 1 can put into de proclamation, dat de hat am parsed around to hab money put into it an' not for de purpose ob bcin' talked through. Yo' knows yo' ,hab got de money, yo' knows fie clm'ch needs it, an' yo' knows dat yo' excuses doati fool nobody; and now dat cle hat am gwine to begin to succumnavigate around once mo' 1 hopes anil trusts dat yo' will live it can't be small-pox—-the children must have been vaccinated." "That is the strange point," answers Shell. "There is no mark whatever on Meg's arm—a very faint one on Bob's. The doctor says he can't be sure for another twenty-four hours. They ought to have been in bed two days ago—they do nothing but shiver and shiver and shiver." soul, and was soon beguiled, by the visitor's con:;uents on a woven band hanging in Eight, into narrating episode of far.iily history. It had been one of the presents given by her son on his man-.'age, to his groomsman. He had married a girl of another vil- l age —asking her hand in accordance with immemorial Finnish custom, through a pv.Uemies, or spokesman, a kind of preliminary best man, who must do all the talking while the suitor himself sits dumb. Being accepted, he exchanged rings with his betrothed and gave her father the usual kihlarat. "What is that?" the visitor asked. "Why, it is a sort of a deposit given to the girl's father to show he really means to marry the girl—a cow or something of that sort." A two years' engagement, during which the young people were earning their household equipment, was followed by a grand wedding, celebrated, as usual In Finland, at the bridegroom's house. "It is a very expensive thing to get married," said the mother, "and my son had to give many presents to the father-in-law, mother-in-law, bridesmaids and groomsmen. To all the bride's maids he gave stockings, that being the fashion of our country; to the groomsmen he gave shirts; to his mother-in-law a dress; to the father- in-law a belt, and to other friends head handkerchiefs. In short, she confessed ins, too." "Perhaps, 11 said auntie. "Well, all at once there was a great whir and clatter, and there came a big gray an mocking-bird right in among them! That was his own particular tree, where he always sat to sing his morning song, and he didn't propose to have robins taking possession and eating up his berries! "So the selfish fellow flew at first one and then another, chattering and scolding, and drove them all away." "Did they stay away?" asked Daisy. "No, indeed! When they found It was only a harmless mocker they came back in spite of him and went on with their feast; and when he found he couldn't drive them off, he flew away, scolding. "They stayed about all winter, singing their morning and evening songs in the peppers and the tall eucalyptus- trees, just as they do in the summer here; but when the spring came, all at once they were gone, and we knew they had flown away to spend the summer in their northern home. "So that, Ray, is where some of the robins go when the cold weather and the snow come." The children were silent a moment, and then little .Ted asked, soberly: "Auntie Bess, do you s'pose.it's eating the red pepper-berries that makes their ureasts so red?" HELEN LOUISA DYAR. The Rarest Stamps In the World. The Mauritius postoffice stamps, while commanding the highest price, are not the rarest stamps known. They rank third in scarcity—the 2-cent Hawaii, of which five copies are known to collectors' hands, ranking first, and the British Guiana pink 2-cent, eight copies being known, second. The stamps of Puerto Rico, Cuba, Hawaii, and tho Philippines are 'being taken up by an increasing number of collectors in the United States. At the October meeting of the Philatelic society, New York, Mr. Audreini exhibited a large number of Cuban and Porto Rican provlslonals, most of which were new to the members present.- Round Table. -Harper's Icicles uud Bicycles. Icicles and bicycles, What a pretty rhyme,' Though one belongs to winter, And one to summer-time. Bicycles and icicles, ; They're almost merry mates For the boy who rides a wheel in June, In January skates. —Ann M. Prat. "What is to be done?" asks Ruby j that the occasion was a very serious blankly; and then, a bright idea sug- j t i ra i n ' upon the family resources. "But, gesting itself—"We must telegraph at j O h, it was a lovely time," she added, once to London for an experienced j « A wedding Is a splendid thing. Wo nurse." i had a feast all one day and the next, "Aiid who is to nurse them till she j am | then the priest came and they arrives?" "Piper, of course." "Piper has flown by this time, her packing her box." I left How disgraceful of her! However, Mrs. Pomfret must. e:et some one to see to them'' "Robert Champ-ley told me that you had promised to see to them during his absence." "How utterly absurd and unpractical you are, Shell! OJi course I am very sorry for the darling children; but—I caa't possibly risk such a catastrophe were married. Every one we knew came from miles around. Some brought a can c.f milk.and some of them brought corn brandy, and others brought -porridge, and Johansen had been to town, so he brought back with him some white bread. Aye, it was a grand feast! We danced and ate and sand and made merry i'or two days.and then we *11 walked with my son and his bride to that little cottage on the other side of the wood and left fchern there, where they have lived ever since." How They Became Acquainted, -I do wish I had somebody to play with," sighed Pearl, as she set Victoria Jane In the corner, and turned with a wistful look toward her mamma. "There isn't any one in this whole house only papa and you and me; but papa's at the office, and you sire' busy working most of the time, and I get awful lonesome by myself." "Well, there are Victoria Jane and Fluffy," replied her mamma. "I know," said Pearl, "and I do love them both, but Victoria Jane's a doll, and Fluffy's only a dog, and I do want some peoples to play with!" But just then there was heard the sound of the rumbling of heavy wagons in the street, and majnma, said Avoided Him, "Now, that Harry Tucker is the worst boy In school, and I want you to stay away from him as much as possible." "Oh, yes, maw, I do. He's at the head of the class always."—Illustrated American. np to yo' bounden duty and pungle up lib'rn.1 an' widout provocation. Bradder Slewi'oot, parse de hat!" Senator Caft'ery's constitutional argument was listened to ut one time by six senators. One of those was Mr. Spooner of Wisconsin. Senator Caffery read an extract in the course of his remarks which attracted Mr. Spooner's attention. Perhaps it had a fami- . liar sound. At any fate, he began to manifest some curiosity. ''From what is the Senator reading?" he asked Mr. Caffery. The Louisana senator turned around with a surprised, nottosay, aa injured air. "I am reading," he said, with crushing emphasis, '-from the Constitution of the United States." Sweet and clean are clothes washed with Diamond "C" Soap. Nearly one-half of the hemp raised in Manila duriner the past ten years has been exported to the United States. It is converted into sailcloth and cordage, which sea water does not easily rot. Going to California? Then you will be interested in learning that the Minneapolis & St. Louis R. II. has through tourist cars, with upholstered seats and personally conducted, leaving every Tuesday via the Southern Route, with no snow, no altitudes, and no Sunday traveling-. Leaving every Thursday via Omaha, Denver, and Salt Lake, the "Scenic Line" crossing .the Rooky and Cascade Mountain ranges. Berths only $6.00 through. Reduced rate tickets. Address A. B. Cutts, G. P. & T, A., Minneapolis, Miun., for full information. A Patent Fact. Attorney—One more question. Did you ever steal a horse? Witness—Doyouthiud I am a ghost? No, sir. I live'in Texas. Unusual IT ru It. His Mother—"Why, Mary, what's the matter with the child?" Mary—"Sure, ma'am, he's been crying all the way home because the man as sells fpiit told him he never kept star-spangled bananas."—Truth. Little Marjorie's papa is a photographer, and Marjorie is always very much interested in all his experiments. One evening as they sat together watching the playing of the lightning and listening to the distant thunder, of an approaching storm, Marjorie lopked up aB4 said, "Papa, are the angels taking; ft^rUgbt pictures now?" Baltimore. Feb. 13.—-The story sent out from Chicago that General Pas-, senger Agent Austin of the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, had reported rate cutting on the part of rival lines, ts the Receivers, is strenuously denied at B. & O. headquarters. Mr, Austin, .in a letter, absolutely denies that any such cases have come under his notice and denounced the report as a "fake" pure and simple. Mrs. Julia Dent Grant, widow of General Grant, is now more than 70 years oUL and, haviug grown quite feeble, *€rely leaves her Waslungtou home. Her sight is rapidly failing, -n. Good Jr.viKii* In . The best farm lands to be foxmd _ia the state are along the line ol the M.in» ueapolis * St, Louis ». B. Purchase a ticket to Madisou w Dawsou in Lao Qiu Parle Co., Minn., aad convinca yourself that left W»« 30 bufihels ot Vi £kt» i- — ~—™ Snn ci*v« oil /tm^n IBr.na.w ffftfn <

What members have found on this page

Get access to Newspapers.com

  • The largest online newspaper archive
  • 11,200+ newspapers from the 1700s–2000s
  • Millions of additional pages added every month

Try it free