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Show Y ft; THE SALT LAKE TIMES: .THURSDAY. OCTOBER 23. 1890. "Jl. j--T v iffHUhl Sft feft ONION Aa,;0FnCE ik , fSiPl ssss i'tij- - krissft ofF iJlgJJJ Teo-ec- l. 22 E. itod South.' JKbrfffi 35,000 Weber Pianos in Use, j T ' ' ' tffiffcX ' ' fl J ' COULTER' 4 SKELEBOYE," m&Kt c - jf W hTV i U BLav I (JSlrfJifa'l I x.; r rs sjf jtoj0jRlIH ChoiieFaGroceries jmljMM ' "h Ml 1 1W I & Trtst tap?. lUBMBMr - srrrrrr. the lead.nq broker. 1 f I ,'35E-- . Sr.:: fegBSS ufflowj ft!! ;wbt-- I real estate 1 WS&mm The latest and Most Wearable l?tmSI& EiCHpRiCKSON , Sli3fll' ' TVT41T ' t ?3ttlrff7dH(ff'8llt Kinds of Persena! Securities. ! lU CISyUb . SELL REAL ESTATE, 6 a,. aH3B, toe, MftinTm7rtta ' dft lClMW HcCornick & Co's Bank. mpm, fatphMlJowfiliTr WVHP I I I Capital of $22,000,000.; --J 1 I. ' . ; mMmi,. T " r,'u steara Dye Works! "THE :- -: TAILOR." -- P- . v7" .:. THE OKTLY f WfA. 1JJ Embroidery, Silks and Ltaeu, Derignv . , 'I! r--u rw: ' ", ' X I M&l!l!l!iU lng and Stamping. PatternsPex- - j, , 158 Main St. tj 'JV' Ladies' and Genfs Clothes Dyed, 7 Fall Styles JflSt Rewivei Per- - lZMT Th. r.ry latest in Toqne Turwnea " rWM lWyS,a5,f Cleaned and Repaired. XXIAkE . '2 felCfMi V,0. M ' WT wer ifJi -- "t wrta.iteto'.. 25w.i.tBouth, .' :) eye'-'- U!kJ. Mrs. F. R. Patterson, F. M. Shadell. Miss S. Hargrove ' VARIETY HALL, Dressmaking : Parlors. f , ; fitffi&lltfh . ,,.,0, fesai jx CrJik. TOterr IL11 111 ' ' ? "! ll ; j 'V E' 82 TZ 7fi I I ROCK SPRINGS COAL CO. i" -- El 1 The Occidental. W.J. KING, WW g orsa VJ j, jWjij,rt , Dealerln Zl" AGENTS. fJg - First South. (sMnjLb Hardware, Stoves, TinwarA rnVifSf nBRi !fITS?Iw :&'iL S)itSVr?l?lPQrD T'l; ...v-::;ivv- ' ' TelepUOM . , . I HO. 49. Trad. Receive. Strict Attention. Ilgfe M ; lEW fSj ) ' - I I I 209 Main Street. HUE BAB GOODS OF ALL KINDS. ..I Ulali aufl Montana Mac&iflery Company C. P. MASON. Manager. Headquarters for' all Classes of Machinery. Engines and Boilers from power ana upwards ia stock for i mrn -- diate delivery. Steam Pumps, Injectors, Horse Whims, Hoisting Engine! Kck Breakers, Wall's Rolls; Ingersoll Air Compressors and Drill, Lubri eating Oils, Mine, Mill and Smeller Supplies, Silver, Gold and OoacentraS Ig Mills erected and delivered in running order. Maine Office ani farerooi 259 S. Main Street, Salt Late D. S AGENCY. BUTTE. MONTANA. VjjHflj)) Union - Pacific - System. ijpFC The only Line Carrjing tie United States Mail. Direct (1 MntfB Connections Between all Points Xorth and East . NEW TIME CARD, OCTOBER 8, 1890. 42i XTta.li Central District. : Passenger Trains Arrive at and Leave Salt Lake City Daily as Follows : . ; - FROM THB NORTH. ' . GOING NORTH. . AtlanticFast Mail. S:30a.m At'ant c Fast Mail and TJ. AN. Local. 8:10 .m k uv-- :. utah&NorthernLocal.lO:50a.n Local Express. ia)p.M A a ' 1 'Express 13:30p.n f- ' Portland Butte and Atlan-- Portland and Butte Fast Mail, 7'20c,m tie Express .. .. 50 P rn Local Express...... 7:30 p. a FROM IBS SOUTH. ' QoiHO SOUTH. ' ' V Milford Express. 9:45 a.m. Juab; Provo. Lehi,' Ironton and Eu- - Juab. Provo. LehJ, Ironton and Eu- - reka Express... 7:H a.im reka Express. 6:45p.m. MtlXord Express..... 4:00 p. in Utah. & Nevada District. GOING WXST. II FROM WIST. Through, mixed daily except Sundays. 8:10a.m. 1! Through mixed daily except Sundays.S:Kp.nv ElaTJIPMEITT: . " TTe Atlantic Fast Mail," tearing Oden at : a. m. Is equipped with Puliman Palace Sleeper from S.u) Fnuh'iseo to '"an-.-vgo-; Pullman Palace sleeper. Bait Lake to Chicago; Day Coaches J Salt Lake to OAaha. " The Atlanta Eimsf," leaving Oeflen at :80p. m..ls equipped with Day Coaches and Through Pining Car to ConnrU Binds: Pullman Palace Stepper Denver to Council Bluffs: Pullmaa Palace Sleeper, Salt Lake to Cheyenne. This is Through Sleeper to St. Leuis; Pullman Colonist Sleeper. San Francisco to CouacU Bluffs. . C. F. RESSEGUIE, , ., S. W. ECCLES, General Manager, General e Passenger Agent . " " : W,: ':' had placed it there for her, and her an-swer was, "Speak to mamma." The result of the accident was I spoke to ' "mamma," and I married Gabriello. I adore her and am the happiest husband in the world.- - '. ' The christening will take place next month. Thanks, thanks, old chiffonier! Translated for Epoch by Isabel Smith-so- n from the French of Jules Lermiua. years I called her "my angel" and "bright image of my dreams." At the end of that period 1 allowed one of my friends to say to rue in speaking of her, "How could you be such a fool?" She sent me back my letters, and I neglected to return hers, but put the whole lot into a drawer of my old chiffonier, Without thinking to turn the key. That chiffonier was in my room; my room was in my mother's chateau; my mother's chateau was eight hundred leagues away, in the middle of Pro-vence. In setting off unexpectedly on a diplomatic mission I had completely forgotten to destroy those remains of an attachment which had been delightful as long as it lasted. When 1 accidentally called out the memory of those letters from some ob-scure cornor of my brain, I started up in surprise and shame, for I knew that my thoughtlessness might seriously com-promise a woman who had done noth-ing to deserve such treatment at my hands. I felt that my conduct had boon unworthy of a gentleman, and in a fine frenzy 1 rushed out of the house, in-quired for the first steamship bound for Marseilles, took passage, and listening to nothing but the voice of my con-science returned to France, A week later I arrived at the maternal abode, and I will spare you a recital of the ejaculations, the "What! You? George! Why! So soon?" which greeted me as soon as 1 appeared. My mother nearly stifled me with her embrace, and was Bure tout something dreadful had happened to me, and I had great diff-iculty to reassure her. When she had grown calm I said in as indifferent a tono as possible: "Will you have my valise sent to my room, mother dear?" "Certainly, my son; you must be tired out," she answered. Then summoning a servant, she said, "Take my son's bag-gage to the blue room, Pierre." "You mean the green room," I added, "No, the blue room," persisted my mother. "But the green room is my room." "It was yours once, George," she said smilingly. " "And whose is it now?' I aaked in sur-prise, and my mother pointed to the door, saying merrily. "Here comes the present occupant." "Gabriellel" 1 cried, going to meet my cousin, the loveliest and most charming of girls, with abundant blqndehair, eyes as blue as heaven, a smile of childish Innocence and teeth like pearls. It waa she, of all persons, who was occupying the green room, and who no doubt had ransacked the drawers and cupboards. Unfortunate, thrice unfortunate man that 1 was! ' Gabrielle, gay, artless and confiding, though a trifle shy, gave me her hand, looking delicious as she said: "How do you do, Cousin George?" My face must have betrayed my con-fusion as 1 took her hand, and looked searchingly for some sign of dissimula-tion in her soft eyes. Had she found the letters; had she read them? To tell the truth Mrs. had loved me ardently, and had been so imprudent as to express her sentiments in writing, running the gamut of ohs and ahs with plentiful ex-clamation points attached thereto. And suppose little Gabrielle had read them? 1 blushed at the thought. . But quite calmly she said, "How do you do. Cousin George?' That was all, and in my great palm lay a soft, cool, maidenly little hand. Ah, but what abyss is deeper than a woman's heart? as the psalmist says; suppose she had read the lettersl The only way to make sure was to go into the room and look for them. Gabrielle's room! What sweet melody in the words, vet 1 felt that 1 dared tint enter that sanctuary, although 1 had know my cousin sinco she was a child, . "Come, George, and see how prettily I have arranged your room," she said suddenly. .' '. Joy, bliss, ecstasy filled me as the spoke; I was saved. Innocence had oome to the rescue of depravity! - . Lightly and gracefully she ran np Hie staircase; what a pretty figure she had! I followed her like a culprit, feeling al-most afraid to go, but yet I must at all hazards get my letters. . ' My former room was perfectly charm-ing, decked out in blue and white, and with no odor of cigars anywhere. The little bed was modestly draped with snowy curtains which looked like the wings of guardian angels. ; I " looked round anxiously for the old chiffonier; there it stood as usual. "May I have some water, Cousin Ga-brielle? I am dying of thirst," I said. She took up the caraffe, but I, artful demon, had already observed that it was Binpty. V "Wait a minute. I will get yon some water," she said, and left the room.- - I rushed to the chiffonier and opened the drawer. Horror! It was empty. ' The next instant my cousin returned, gave me a glass Of water, then showed ' , ;?':- - me her album, and then we talked mer-rily, just as we used to when we were playfellows. But where were my letters? Had she found them, and hidden them away, or had she burned them? My head seemed to swim as I wondered. As soon as I could think of a pretext I left Gabrielle, and in the hallway I met my aunt, her mother. She greeted me joyfully, then shook her finger at me in a mysterious way, arid with a very know-ing air whispered: " "Come with me, yon naughty, careless boy." I followed her into her own room, where she opened a drawer, saying mean-while: "When we first arrived here it for-tunately occurred to me that before put-ting a young lady into a bachelor's room it would be well for me to look about it a little. I have had some experience of young men and their ways." Here she put a package into my hands. Heavens and earth, my letters! . I threw my arms around my aunt's heck, kissed her rapturously and. con- - fessad everything. Oh, how happy 1 was! My dear little cousin Gabrielle how happy I was! A week passed. One morning when I ' got up I found a tiny piece of paper ly-ing on the floor, as if it had been slipped under my door. I picked it up. It was ' a letter. "What does this mean?" I thought, and then I unfolded it and read: "Dear Cousin Why do you not tell ' mamma all about it?" j "All about it!" What 'does Bhe mean? "Dear cousin." It is from Gabrielle. I did not understand it at all, and waited anxtonsly for the breakfast hour. When I heard my cousin go down stairs J I darted out and was going to speak to her, but she blushed, turned her face ; away, and putting a- pitfee of paper into my hand said hurriedly: j "Take back your letter and speak to ; mamma." My letter! I rushed out into the gar-- den and read the missive. Thunder and lightning! it was my writing, my style, my name. "You are adorable,, therefore I adore you. Will you listen to me? Will you let me devote my life to you? A word froiA you and I throw myself at your feet George." It was indeed my letter it was num-ber one of my effusions to the of my heart It had slipped out of the package of letters, and Gabrielle, find-in- s it in the chiffonier, thonsht that I . - ' t ) THE OLD CHIFFONIER j My Louis XV chiffonier is a very hand-- ; some and graceful piece of furniture. It is inlaid and polished, with locks of bur-nished copper, and always seems to be giniling, as if its red and white mosaics were merry rosy lips. It was given to me by my grandmoth-er, who inherited it from her grandfa-ther, and 1 verily believe that it once Stood in a boudoir of the palace of Marly. i ' Never was an innocent little piece of furniture abused and rated so merciless-ly as my chiffonier was when I chanced to think of it one day during my Bojourn at the Perseus in Greece. You will no doubt ask why I tlirust my trembling band through my hair and cried out, "Miserable idiot," without stating whether the epithet was applied to my-self or to my chiffonier. Good heavens, the only wonder was that I left a single hair on my head! Judge for yourself. 1 had been so fortunate some time before as to be loved by the most charm-- ' lug of women. I shall not attempt to describe her, not even by the color of her hair: it is sufficient to sav that for two u MAKE YOUR MARK. k tho quarries should you toil. Make your mark; Do you delve upon the soil, - , Make your mark; In whatever path you go, ! ' In vhuteve place you stand, Uoving swift or moving slow, With a di m and honest hand, - Hake your mark. Should opponents hedge your way, Make your mark; Work by night, or work by day, Make your mark; Etruggle manfully and well. Let no obstacles oppose; None, right shielded, ever fell By the weapons of his foes, Make your mark. f What though born a peasant's son, Make your mark; Good by poor men can be done; Make your mark; Feasants' garbs may warm the cold. Feasants' words may calm a fear; Better far than hoarding gold Is the drying of a tear; Hake your mark. Life is fleeting as a shade; . Make your mark; Harks of some kind must be made Make your mark; Hake It while the arm Is strong. In the golden hours of youth; Never, never make it wrong; ' Hake it with the stamp of truth; I Hoke your mark. i . David Barker. A Skeleton Behind the Pulpit. - ' The First Baptist church, situated at the corner of Third avenue and Sixteenth street, West Troy, was the scene of a shameful and sacrilegious disturbance during tho services Sunday evening. The pastor, the Rev. A. M. Prentice, was in the pulpit preaching his Sunday even-ing discourse, when suddenly a noise was heard in the vicinity of his large chair, immediately behind the pulpit. Then, with a jump, a skeleton appeared, with dangling arms and legs, directly over the chair, having come from below instead of above, as would be imagined of one appearing in a house of worship. The congregation were dumfounded, some screaming and ethers laughing. The Rev. Mr. Prentice continued his discourse without further interruption. Investigation showed the skeleton to be of paper, neatly and- correctly ar-ranged, and was evidently the work of boys. They could enter the basement by a side door, and having the skeleton ar-ranged with a cord fastened to the chair the latter was thrown down stairs, and at the same time the skeleton appeared. Troy Standard. .: ,i One of Our Rural Friends. Some amusement was caused in a car on the Sixth Avenue elevated road Fri-day by the unsophisticated pomposity of a young man from some rural retreat not known to the interested observers ia the car. The young man was apparently escorting two country lassies about town, and he felt that the task was one of great importance to the public as well as of pleasure to himself. He talked in a very loud tone of voice and essayed to explain everything that passed .in view to his companions. After he had succeeded in attracting the attention of all of the other passengers to his own pirty he unconsciously furnished an in-centive to general merriment by rising pompously just after the train had left Eighteenth street on its down town trip and drawling in an. affected tone: ."I say, . conductor, . stop at Fourteenth street, please." New York Times.' |