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Algona, Iowa
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THE REPUBLICAN, AL.^NA, K)\VA, \VKI)NESIJAV, .JULY if. 1895. You Need ..a Desk! WE ARE MANUFACTURERS — OF — Desks and all kinds of Office Furniture. SEND FOR CIRCULAR. We want your Business. The Hamilton Mfg. Co. TWO RIVERS, W1S. WAITING FOR A SfOMY. fchnt Shall tho story be, Golden Hair? A fairy talc' of n maiden fair, Of giants anil ogres and dangers past Till she happily wed with the prince nt last? frhr.f v.-ill your story be. Oohlen Hair? Vfill yon :uic5 the prince make ti happy pair, Or sorrow and trouble-.-, like- giants of old, Stand in tho path till your tak- be told? Whatever your story be, Golden Hair, Keep duty and truth In your loving care, Bo may it be written when you aro gone: "All that she could do, that hath she done." —Homo and Country. COLLABORATION. to distribute :: } pur ndvortiSB- nt 1 )'m'pi'irt iiaj-ractit lor a hitii irrarto Aenje- bicvoie. whirli wo si-ncl them on !i)i;jrov;i). 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They consistof one i coat (cut d o u b 1 c ( breasted), two pairs < knco pants, and a i t cap to match (all i made of strictly all, wool cloth), .and u i, first class pair of< shoos—you could net t duplicate them at < any other storo for < less than S7.CO. Our < Price. 85,00, < Tho thousands we < sell every month tell < best how tho people ( like them. i Samples and illus- < tratod ctitnloiri-ic Free if you ask for it. N.W.CoNStateand Jackson Sts.,CHICAGO. Ladies Percale Waists made with laundered negligee fronts—high 5o patternsTT Regular 73e Special M,o.pept, Price collars and eo)lars and aii sizes, 33 to cuffs, 45 for our jnojiey savin? prise Ust <?4 Waists, Suits, SMrt?, Jackets and for ™ ^P •WSBMI i^ ~^P ^M^;^^^ ~J If you arc a man who values a peaceful domestic life above all things; if you happen to possess a bright and companionable young wife, with ideas of her own; if you are secretly immensely proud of her and her "parts," but fearful lest you encourage in her an arrogance of equality with you and your own, then beware of moments of sympathy and keep a guard upon your tongue in hours of confidence, lest they lead to tho death of all future communion; lest, in short, peradveuture they tempt you into collaboration with your wife. In tho case of Jones its beginning was very insidious. Jones had a magnificent,'idea, for a plot. It was modern, without being unspeakable—never was there a happier conception. But it had a flaw. There was a hitch in tho action which disturbed the flow. Jones stared wildly at tho paper on which he had jotted down "Outline of Plot" m his boldest hand. Staring did not seem to bring inspiration, and Jones forgot himself so far as to stamp upon the floor. His wifo heard tho unwonted sound. She was giving the children their nursery tea at tho time, and a littlo plaster fell off the ceiling into one of their bread and milk bowls. Sho went up stairs. "What's tho matter with the poor boy, then?" she inquired. "The nursery ceiling's coming down. And what has he done to his nice smooth hair?" "Oh, don't bo an idiot 1" groaned Jones. "I've got the finest idea I ever had in my life, and now I'm simply stuck." His wife's littlo face became grave and important at once. She was a fair, pretty woman, with brown eyes and a littlo chin that stuck out. "Tell me," said she coaxingly, settling on the arm of his big leather chair. Jones saw no warning shadow of coming collaboration. "I'll just give you an idea of my plot," ho said, and proceeded to do so. The "idea" took three-quarters of an hour to give. His wife listened, at first with a preoccupied air. Sho could not forget, that an open jam pot stood on the nursery table at baby's elbow. Soon, however, the full beauty of the thing burst, upon her. She got down from the arm of Jones' chair and embraced him with fervor. "Talk of Stevenson indeed, " sho said compassionately, "or your Merediths and Hardys and people!" "Come, come!" said Jones. He tried to tell her dryly "not to be an idiot," but the words would not come as easily as usual. After all, real appreciativeness is a rare gift. '.'Write it straight away off, dear," she begged. '' Write it, and get the money for it," This brought the fatal hitch back upon Jones' consciousness in its full bitterness. He laid the case before his wife. She at once suggestc 1 the only possible way out of the difficulty. "That would have occurred to me if I'd thought a minute longer," said Jones. "Course it would, the clever boy!" said his wifo soothingly, and she began to expand her plot. Jones listened patiently, sometimes vouchsafing encouragement, and she looked so pretty, so flushed and eager over it, that he was touched. In a demented moment he uttered the words that risked the happiness of two lives. "Why shouldn't we write it together?" ho said. Once said, there was no unsaying it. Without a word his wife arose and went straight to the nearest stationer' s. There she bought ten reams of manuscript paper and 2 shillings' worth of pens. All the rest of the day she was remarkably silent. Jones addressed her at the dinner table with a remark that had never yet failed to please. "I always like you in that dress," he said. "It's a pretty idea, having those sleeves one can see the arms through. It's called net, or tulle, or something, isn't it?" "One moment, please, dear," answered his wife, and her lips moved mutely, in visible composition. Then Jones remarked that her hair was arranged with less frivolity than xisual. It showed more of her forehead, which gave an intellectual look. This was aided by a somewhat aggressive ink stain on one of her fingers, Jones felt much as he did toward his baby boy when that infant played at "being grown up and doin like dadda." He patted his wife's cheek. She received the advance with a touch of dignity. Jones began to feel a trifle irritated, and he scraped his foot under the table, His wife started a little elaborately, and then resumed the silent movement of her lips. Next day, -when he came back from iis office, he found the plaster knocked out of the wall in three places. Tram^ pling feet were heard in his own sacred study, and two finely developed young men from Shaplemann's jostled him in his agitated progress up the stairs. He burst into his'Sanotu.m, to find it by a writing table. Wear the tion stood his wife, regarding it with brown eyes full of pensive pride. "What in the world is this thing doing here?" gasped Jones. "Why, you. couldn't write anythiog decent without a writing table a«4 how pan, you expect me to?" she inquired* gey air wa.s so. impsTtaat, yet w4t&§41Q gnjiity, that Jpttes subbed his jn.djgmj. T% - * i i-.j-ji Z_ ..i L mi AiT_LL w tr*j both left the room, he went back and permitted himself the satisfaction of kicking tho thing gently in several places. Tho evening saw them both established at their desks. Tho horrid impossibility of it all struck upon Jones only too soon. He had written the opening chapter in hi;-' best manner, and the tinic came when he wanted to read it out. To give her her dus, his wife listened eagerly, tuid dirt him full justice when he ceased. "And now listen to faiiiiei" sho said blithely. Jones felt it to be his own act and deed, and ho resigned himself to listen. Her chappter was really not badly written ! Her stylo was evidently modeled ou his own. Jones put his. finger tips together and smiled hopefully. But when it came to her hero, alas I not only had ho "a comb at the back of his head," as Stevenson puts it, but ho Was altogether impossible. How to wipe him tenderly out of the chapter without breaking of hearts? Jones fidgeted distressfully. "That's not quite the sort of thing a man would say, dear," ho suggested mildly. "Oh, isn't it I" sho answered, with derision. "As it happens, n man did say it—those very words. Do you imagine you know how every kind of man talks to a woman when he's alouo with her?" 1 'Heaven forbid I'' said Jones. '' And who said it to you, may I ask?" "I didn't say it was said to me," she replied, with some haste. "How do you like this ending? I think it's rather neat, don't you? 'And when they had both left tho conservatory there was something frail and pink lying on the marble floor. It was a moss rose bud.' I rather admire that sort of ending." "Where is the point?" inquired Jones. "Oh, well, if you want points to every single sentence"— "Well, but don't you see that unless you mean something by it there's no sense at all in the thing? It's simply Family Herald'business.' I shonl<|fiavG thoifght you'd have seen that." "It's a matter of taste, and I differ from you," said his wife very coldly, "and if we are to pick holes in each other's work allow me to tell you that no lady would have behaved as your heroine did in that hansom 1" "Why, that actually hap"—began Jones unwarily. "I knew it!" cried his wife, overturning tho ink bottle. "It was that day you saw Kitty Cameron home from the theater. I thought so at tho time! She shall never enter my house again.'' Jones was enraged, but saw a possible "score." "It was on the same day," he said slowly, with a painstaking smile, "as that on which you permitted yourself to be addressed by a man, not your husband, in the way you so tastefully chose to read me." There was a silence. They glared at one another. Then Jones' wife got up and left tho room with a queenly step, closing the door behind her with ostentatious gentleness. Jones heard no more about collaborating for some time, but next day tho bill came in for the . writing table—7 guineas. He bargained with Shaplemann, who consented to take it back for 4, and the incident closed. Some mouths later Jones' book actually appeared, and his wifo received numerous letters congratulating her on the authorship of it. "What in the world do they mean?" he demanded. "Why, dear," said she, a littlo shamefacedly, "I'm afraid I told most of them about that time when you and I"— "Well, when we what?" "Collaborated, dearest. Don't you remember?"—New Budget. IN PRAISE DUSK. fart 1 "Wine they love the inofniei; hours, Tie yello-w midday some, But give to me the twilight when the cricket voices come. When bright against the hedgefOAvS buffi The earliest fireflies, For then I irieet my sv&etheart with The dusk light in her eyes. Behind the western hill the sun Is far upon its way. Though twilight lingering seems to bo An afterthought of day. And when wo part at dark I know, •Unworthy though 1 he, That in her eyes' sweet twilight lies An afterthought of mo. THE STROKE OF BITIN Tardy Praise For Boswell. The London Standard showed a becoming respect for letters by-devoting a "leader" the other,day to tho memory of Boswell, "whose death took place a century ago. It makes perhaps more of a tragedy of his end than the facts quite justify, biit it does recognize his place in literature, -which after all is the essential. His follies were not greater than Goldsmith's, and yet the world by a silly trick went on %uinmg at "Bozzy" for generations. That nonsense is happily now about dead. Wo are beginning to speak fittingly of one of the greatest writers in literature. Boswell is to all other biographers what Shakespeare is to other poets. Lockhart's "Life of Scott" is admirable, but it has only to be compared to the "Life of Johnson" to show Boswell's superiority. Is it not time that the great biographer had his own life worthily written?•*—St, James Gazette, Tl»e Two Turkeys, Mr. Lamgan's fable of "The Two Turkeys" has «. flue cynical flavor that prodigal sous will relish: "An honest farmer once led his two turkeys into bis granary and told them to eat, driul? and be merry. One of these turkeys was wise and one foolish. The foolish bird at once indulged excessively in- the pleasures of the stable, unsuspicious of the future, but the wiser fowl, in order, that he might not be fattened and slaughtered, fasted continually, mortified his flesh and devoted himself to gloomy refleo* tions upon the brevity of life, Whew Thanksgiving approached, the honest farmer killed both turkeys, and by placing » rook in the interior of theprafleut turkey made him weigh more thft» his plumper brother, •*'Moral.«-Aj3 we travel through life let is live by the way. "^Buffalo. Com, JSvldence. Jdiss Shppgirl^-J have rea4 that & diet has a very beneficial effect on the brain. JJo you think there is any' feing i» it? Mi?8 Shavpgjrii I'w Boyle Harding leaned back in an easy chair on the iron railed gallery which overhung the sidewalk and smoked slowly, with half closed eyes. Ho Was awaiting and expecting the arrival of his young friend, Francois Rapin, who had lately interested him to a singular degree. Even at the moment, tip the ttricarpet- ed stairway, came .the active Creole's feet, two steps at a time, along With a lively tune sung almost breathlessly through a curving black mustache. "Well, and what is it?" demanded the New Yorker. "What have you found out?" '' Maybo she went to the French opera. Go with me. I have a box. Come." "But haven't you yet seen her?" "Seen her. How should I know? M. Harding forgets the conditions." He laughed in his atrociously frivolous French way. "I beg pardon," said Harding quickly. "I had indeed forgotten that I did not know her name, her place of residence, nor yet even the color of her eyes. Yes, I will go with you to the opera. Everybody goes, eh?" He had come south a fortnight past with letters of introduction to influential people, but he was not seeking society. A quiet sojourn in New Orleans with his eyes and ears open suited him better. What was perhaps just the thing he would hare most desired came to him unexpectedly one day. He suddenly met a beautiful young woman face to face at the door of Garcia's old book store. Harding was electrified and impulsively lifted his hat. She passed him with a half smile, leaving a breath of violets and the rustle of a gown quietly elegant in tho air round about. A lover is a great fool, but ho is tho only man who knows what song it was that the stars sang, and to him yo\i must go if you would learn the secret oi heavenly happiness and the value of dreams as nutriment for the imagination. A lover's soul will "treble its stature by feeding one moment on smile. In fact, Boyle Harding had felt this sudden growth within. It had quickened, broadened and sweetened his spiritual vision, while affording a fine and richly mysterious increment to his enjoyment of his new surroundings. This was midway in the fifties, when New Orleans had reached the splendid zenith of her wealth, and when the peculiar color of her social life was most dazzling and romantic. As they went along Rapin was prattling on the subject of fencing, always a great vogue with the jeunesse doree of New Orleans. "But you must be interested in sword play—in fencing. It is the noblest of all exercises for gentlemen, and your physique is precisely made up for it. You must be a master, or you could be." "I have had good masters," Harding replied, in an evasive tone, "but I am losmg interest in it." "Your masters were in New York?" "No; Paris. I had M. Duval for three years." "Ah, what fortune! He, and he only, teaches the 'stroke of ruin,'the pass which pierces across from shoulder to shoulder, disabling the victim for life, yet never killing him! "And you learned his stroke! Oh, but I am overjoyed, and you will teach me to do it. Ah, monsieur, I shall be your lifelong debtor. I have dreamed of that incomparable thrust, I have made two journeys to Paris to learn it; but, you must know, M. Duval is an ancient en erny of niy father's. I could not go to him." , f A great curve of splendor, a flash of faces, throats, bosoms, jewels, laces, eyes, fans—a bewildering horizon of corsages, coiffures, necklaces, bracelets, rings; a foam of airy gowns sinking and swelling gently, like surf froth against a beach of fairyland, Harding gazed in half blinded stupidity, so he felt, and could see no details, could make out no individual face distinctly. "We will begin the lessons tomcr- row," murmured Rapin, "Ishall be an apt scholar, monsieur," "Yes,'"said Harding absently. He was gating along the great sweep of beauty and light, "But excuse me » moment or two," the creole added after awhile, when the curtain was down. M I aw going to gall at the bos of a friend," Harding continued bis survey, which now that his eyes had somewhat accns* tomed themselves to the glamour, became more veal and absorbingly interesting. Presently he saw Rapin in a box, a magnificent onei near the center, talk.* ing with a tali young woman, and it was she. There could be no doubt fop a moment, {jarding's eyes were fixe4 The trance of that 9.14 tiwje love which men used, to acknowledge wa$ upoa, him- 4»4 at the very central moment ehe twje4 from Rapin. a«4 Joofee4 straight a$ him. The prosy fact was that Rapin. in his enthusiastip way ha4 tew telling Mile, bringing with him, of at least fiafdiflg fancied it, a breath of that exquisite violet perfume which had beeil haunting Mafding's memory for days and nights together. "Who is she-^-tlle toting lady in the box where you're beeii?" The abrupt inquiry and a certain tinf- £•6 of Harding's Voice trettayed his emotion to the quick creole. "Oh, she—that is, Mile. Marie do Montniartin. Lovely, isn't she? You might envy me, M. Harding. She is my Detrothed." "Ah"—Harding hesitated and a pal- :sh change passed over his face. Then he coolly added: "I do envy you. Yes, she is the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen. She is the one I inet in the old book store door. YoU aro quick to find." The next day Rapin came to Harding's room for his initial lessoU) but the yoitug man begged a postponement. He was not feeling ill good form, he said, and was averse to exercise. And now Hardiug's powerful letters of introduction came into piny. Tho only sou of General Stanope Harding had the key to open even tho exclusive gate of the mansion wherein the ancient family traditions of Montniartin were kept in an atmosphere of their own. We must acquit him. He did not deliberately seek to gain her affections. Indeed there was no need to seek. She claimed him at sight, and the way was love's sweetest path. Rapiii was forgotten. So, in duo courso of time, the engagement was announced and tho wedding day approached. Harding had a desire to go again to the old book store of Garcia, on Royal street, and have his first meeting with Marie over once more in his imagination. At Garcia's door Harding came abruptly face to face with Francois Rapin, whom he had not seen since the announcement of the coming nuptials. Harding stopped short in his tracks and would have probably put forth his hand in a friendly offer of salutation, but just then his hat was lightly tapped from his head by Rapin, who immediately picked it up and handed it to him, saying: "M. Harding will not remember his promise to teach me the mysterious stroke of M. DuvaL" At first Hardiug's heat of temper was great, fcut reflection led him to consult his friends, who ridiculed the thought of a duel. His northern friends were unanimously opposed to the duel, but now he must be frank and lay the matter before his fiancee's family. "You must fight him, sir," said Montmartiu. "Of course there is but one way open to a gentleman," sighed Marie, "you must challenge him.'' They met at sunrise under the "oaks" so well known to dueling history. Merrily clinked their rapiers for honor's sake and Marie's. That was but about 40 years ago, and yet what a distance I What a far spin the world has made down the groove of change'' since then! * * # * * * Yesterday a white haired man whose shoulders drooped strangely and whose two arms dangled half paralyzed beside him walked down Royal street. "That is Francois Rapiu," said a creole to some friends. "He got that wound in the celebrated duel with Harding." "Y-e-e-s," drawled another of the group, with a queer little shrug, "y-e-e-s, Mr. Harding taught him the 'stroke of ruin,' ha, ha, ha! It is true, is it not?" Boyle Harding and his wife live in Nice, where, in most comfortable circumstances and well loaded with fame, Harding writes his novels and plays with his grandchildren. His wife is said to be still beautiful and very domestic. —Mauria Thompson in Vanity. jf. P. HAGGARD. G. P. PEEK. & Successors to .TONES & SMITH. ALQONA, IOWA. A, B, CLAKltE <fe CO. FARM LOANS. Office on i)odge street, Algona, towtf* o, CALL, rtBAL ESTATE AND ABSTRACT o&Mctt Fof Information in regard to lands In North \yestern Iowa, write to hlm t IhoHngton street. Algona, Iowa. QEO. H. CLARKE. CHAS. A.COttfcJ»6ttil CLARKE & COHENQUK, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, ALGONA IOWA. GrEO. R CLOUD, (Successor to W. B. Quafton) Attorney and Counselor at Law, ALQONA, IOWA. Ofllcc over Kossutli County State Bank. •\ <A SULLIVAN & MoMAHON, ATTORNEYS- AT- LA //'. I'ostufflce ALOONA,IOWA. E.V.S WETTING. ATTORNEY AT LAW, Money to loan. Algona, Iowa, J. I,. BONAB. H. II. FKI,LOWB. BONAR & FELLOWS, ATTORNEYS AT LAW Collections will receive prompt attention. Rooms 8 and 9, Algona State Bank Bl'dg. Branch office at ,•,*,„•,»* •**•„.* Wesley, Iowa. ALQONA.JOWA- DANSON & BUTLER. LAW, LOANS AND LAND, Collections a Specialty. Ofllce In Gardner Oowles new building. Algona. Iowa. • AB •i. S. S. SESSIONS. ATTORNEY AT LAW, Loans and Insurance. Special attention given to collections of all kinds. Office over Uhrischilles' store. Algona, Iowa. L. K. GARFIELD, M. D., PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON, , OQiee on State street, Algona, IOWA. M. J. KENEF1CK, M. D. Office over •Taylor's store. Aigoua, low* J. M. PRIDE, M. D. Office over Goeder's Algona, Clotnmg Store. Iowa DR. L. A. SHEETZ, DRUGGltiT AND STATIONER, Presnrlptlons filled. Deals in paints, oils, books, perfumeries, etc. Oor. State and Thoriugton sla. Algona,Iowa, C. B. PAUL, M. D., WHITTEMORE - - -IOWA, Regular Office hours 8 to 12 a, in.. 2 to 8 p_s m, Over Wichler's Furniture store. Residence north of tract. Seeds of tlie Mushroom. The spores (seeds), composed of a two coated cell, are borne on the gills or tubes under the cap. One plant often produces 10, 000, 000 spores. To see these tiny spores you must cut the top of a toadstool off and lay it right side up on a sheet of black paper. After a few hours remove it carefully, and an exact representation of its shape will remain on the paper, formed by the thousands of spores which have' fallen out. If the spores fall on favorable soil, they germinate and send out great numbers of tiny threads. These, becoming intertwined and woven together, cover the ground like the finest web, and this is known as the mycelium, or "spawn." The threads absorb nourishment and carry it to the quickened spore, — Margaret W, Leighton in St. Nicholas. Polish Versus Moss, The speakers were two brawny Soots who evidently had not met for a long while, Sandy asked TonaW about business, but the reply was either evasive or unsatisfactory, for the roughi uncouth Sandy, perhaps suspicious that his friend had fallen into his old tricks, suddenly broke forth loudly an4 vehemently, '•JJech, mo»," he said, "but ye'llhft'e tae settle doon, mon ToualdL Ye ken *a rollin stane gethers pae moss.' " «»Wha's wantiu moss, ye auldfoggie, " was the quid? retort. "An here's watt thing a rolJin, stane gethers that ye'll ne'er git, an, that's polish, ye puiygow 1" «,B,ostiorj Budget, <oc DENTIST :x> A. L. BIST, D.'D. S Local anaesthetic for deadening palu in gums when extracting teeth. E, S. GLASIER, D, D. S. DENTAL ROOMS Over the Algona State Bank. ,"- $ SPECIAL ATTENTION GIVEN TO SAYIW?'' THE NATUBAL TEETH, " , The best of modern anaesthetics ugecJ to make all operations as painless as sible. EJ, E, SAYEBS, D. V. M., fish eater. m M, tef de was. a waster tQ teaph him toe "strode ol ruin," . to iUe you«g mm & bis Kftt'lQF M11&. Mart? wg lay-Office west A.lgon»,Iowa. ol AND the Thorlpgtgn / P, L, SLAQ-LBi Chinese flutists, rub a seqre$ o» the gam over the after afeont fjve mlmjtes the tQldtQsneege, «j?be tooth tbfiR fiiUR Qflfr Um? aftempts'hjm fcee» m.a4e by EJJ, ropen» 4entfsjs $9 secure $& p.QW.&.er> »0»e has ever sucj?ee&f«l m 4W HI Iftt AGENTS Ml nit'to sfH paly t Alie Pun tori FfltaW*?*' A- turn

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