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Show ees eer apenas ‘ WEEKLY. AND PIANOS * Catalogues Mailed Free with Pleasure. ' COALTER Box D. & SNELGROVE, G. Hi. KEYSOR, IO 2 ec —‘“You don’t seem energetic ly ce he es Provo {{o-Qperative [nst’n, The Largest Institution South of Salt Lake. —DEALERS And —__—_Q-—————_ Orders by Mail Promptly Attended to. CITY, a very Don’t you well?’ .. Boy+—‘‘Yes;... all right, but lunch.” the Wife—“Shall boss I put Lteel is out to your dia- mond studs in: your shirt, dear?” | Husband—“What on earth are you thinking of? Do you want to ruinme? [havea meeting with my creditors this morning. is doing. If she is practising, she’ can keep on until the hour is up; but if she is playing, tell her to stop. There was an old man, once, of Ayr Who was troubled with absence so rare, He one day,’tis said, his dog put to bed UTAH. F. W. C. HatHENBRUCE, Supt. And | be Mother—“Goodness me! Is that Irene at the piano!” Little Son— “Yes, ma.” Well, go ask what she all Kinds of Utah Produce. - PROVO feel’ to little boy. IN— General Merchandise kicked himself over the stair. Dear Father: “We are all well and happy. The baby has grown ever so much, and has a great.deal prove 4 AA more sense than [,umber, Manufacturing he used to have. Hoping the same of you, I remain your daughter, Molly.” “Well, Davie, did you your visit to the museum?” And Building Co. enjoy “Yes, mamma.” “Do you remember any of the nice things you saw?” Wholesale and Retail Dealers in Lumber, Lath, Shingles, Doors, Windows, Blinds and Mouldings. “Oh yes, lots of them.” “And can you tell me what they were called >” “Yes; most of them were called ‘Hands Off ? ” “Why, my dear,” said Knaggee, Combination Wire and Slat Fence and all kinds of Building Material. All Goods Sold at Salt Lake Prices. W. R. H. PAXMAN, PROVO.CITY, Supt. UDAH-: with a ghastly smile, “why would the world without woman, lovely woman, be like a blank sheet of paper?” Mrs. Knaggee, who had just been giving her man “a piece of her mind,’’smiled, and “‘couldn’t Why, because, don’t you | think.”’ see, love,” said the long-sufferjing one, “it. wouldn't even be ruled.” HENRY F. CLARK, THE TAILOR, 29 E. First South Street. “This is scandalous,” said FRED G. LYNGBERG, Propr. Groceries, Provisions, Poultry, Fish, Game and Fresh Oysters in Season. 53 E. Second South &t., into the hall very early in the morning. “You must have been making a nice exhibition of yourself down town. “T was perfectly (hic) shober, orderly an’ dignified all er time,” FRED No.68. SALT LAKE L., assuming an in- jured look that almost threw him off his balance. | oe “That is nonsense,’ said his wife, positively. “Just a moment ago, while I was looking out of the upstairs window, |to unlock the picky: “Posh’bly. I saw you trying door with Posh’bly. a But tooth-| you (hic) bessher life I knew too much Opp. the old place. Telephone Mrs. Lushy; as she ushered her spouse replied Mr. flalifornia Fruit Store, to pick my teeth wissher door-key CITY. G. LYNGBERG. * ¥ * = THE MANSFIELD GHOST. ens eht NE ‘NO PLA CE LIKE HOME. Ns Customer (to grocer’s little boy) Painless extraction of Teeth by the use - of vitalized air. Artificial Teeth, $10 to $15 per set! © No. 64 W. Second South St., bet. Tribune and Opera House. * *“When?”’ The roar of trade and the newsboys’ call; And the dream of a moment's over ‘Twas a brain wave came through the nose, and al From a whiff of the scent of clover’ —Stanley Waterloo. 74S. Main St., Salt Lake City, Utah. DR. Instead of laughing at me, as I expected, he looked very serious and said: Strong arms of mea and the yellow green Of the swathes, the steady swinging Of forms of laborers, strong and lean, . The scythes with their steely ringing. KNABE in use. **T have seen a ghost.” (hic), did‘nt I. : ‘Yesterday, in the oak sitting room.” I then told him what I had seen, and he listened. with a troubled air. When I had finished he studied a few minutes and then said: ‘Would you know her again if you were to see her’ picture?” “Yes.” ‘‘Come with me, then.” He took me to another room, and there, hanging side by side, were the portraits of the young woman and the young man, whose miniature | had seen in your hand. “Do you believe in ghosts?” said I to my friend Fenton, as we sat on the porch ‘There she is, and there is the young one evening, enjoying a quiet smoke in. man!” I cried. . the cool night air. ‘*These are the portraits of, Roger and ‘“Yes. T have seen one.” Annie Mansfield. It is a strange thing, *““Youhave! When? Where?” but you are not the only one avho has ‘Ton't ask too many questions ata seen the ghost; I have never seen it. but time and I'll tell you.” my father and» mother both saw it. “Well. go on. I'm all impatient to There is an old story connected with it, hear it.” — ‘‘Well, one summer, about ten years ago, having no business that needed my particular attention, I thought I would run down to ——shire, and see my old college friend:Mansfield and his wife. ‘*When I got down to his: place | found that neither himself nor his wife to stay till they came, 3 was at home, but as the housekeeper expected them to return in a few days I concluded The first day after my arrival I spent in rambling through the grounds about the ancient place; the next day was a rainy one, and I had to stay in the house. My room was on the third floor overlooking the court yard. After dinner I went up to it, and, stirring up the fire, I took my book and sat down to read. I reada short time, and then, letting the book drop on my knee, listened to the steady drip. drip of the rain on the flags of the court yard. Soon I fell into a reverie, and then into a state of semi-consciousness. . : I was aroused from my dreaming by seeing through my half closed eyes the door noiselessly open and a young woman enter. She was an extremely pretty girl, with light hair. falling in long curls over her shoulders. Her dress was an old fashion—just as I suppose my greatgrandmother dressed when she was oun. Her tiny feet were incased in igh heeled, red morocco slippers. She advanced to the table and laid off her scarf and drew up a. chair to the fire without as much as a ‘‘how d’ye do?” or even taking the-slightest notice of me whatever. She then drew from her re a miniature portrait of a very andsome young man. From my position 1 could sée it as it lay in her hand. His countenance was open and manly,and his dark hair was clustered in short curls around his forehead. He was dressed in a fashion as antiquated as that of the lady; delicate ruffles were around his throat and at his wrist; in his hand he carried a riding whip. She gazed at the picture long and tenderly, with a loving smile on her lips. One of the curls fell back and disclosed to my view a ghastly wound on the temple. Till then I had been too amazed to think; but now the conviction rushed upon me that my visitor was not of this world. I was frightened, and sat like one in a dream. She replaced the picture in her pocket | and, going to a corner, drew out a harp. I had never. seen it before, though | had been in the room a dozen times. Drawing it to her side, she ran her fingers over the strings and began to sing ina low voice. Her song was in some foreign language. She had a sweet voice, and as it floated through the room, mingled with the lingering sounds of the harp, they had an unearthly sound that filled me with dread. Suddenly she stopped in her song, and. looking in the direction of the door, sat in a listening attitude for some time; then she résumed her song. But she seemed restless. She looked first at the door and then at the window, as if expecting some one. At last she rose and, putting the harp in the corner, ran to the window and murmured to herself: “What can keep Roger? He should have been here before now.” She stood but a moment, when she grew pale as death, her eyes dilated, she clasped her hands above her head, and, with a wild scream of agony, threw up the window and flung herself out. This roused me. I sprang up and ran to the window. It wasclosed! This staggered me. I threw it up and looked down into the courtyard, fully expecting to see her lying senseless on the stones. But no. There was no one there except a servant hurrying out of the rain by the very spot where she would have fallen. She could not have got into the house,.as there was only one door opening into the yard. I ran down to the door. A servant was sweeping the passage. ‘‘Have you seen any one come in?” ‘NOLS ‘‘How long have you been here?” ‘‘sA bout ten minutes, and I am one has come in.” sure no I went back to my room and sat down to study over my adventure. Suddenly I thought of the harp. I rose and went to the very place I had seen her put it. What was my surprise to find no harp there! I searched every nook and corner of the room, but could not find it. Here was a new evidence of the ghostly character of mv visitor. I concluded to tid. to Waly vour permission, | will relate visible to the eye, but this. under the micro- ‘‘Hold on, barber! Not another word!” exclaimed the customer. A look of sad- ness had come over his face and he seemed to be mentally calculating the amount of epidermis that had been sacrificed in many years of close shaves, Suddenly jumping from his chair he said with deep feeling: ‘ll never shave again.” In a moment more gesthetie barber he was gone. was astonished The at the unexpected result of his effort to rid a fellow being of a foolish notion, and he hada chill when the boss barber told him that the loss of trade would be deducted from his salary.—New York Tribune. ae An years ago the race only the scope each little quivering mouth holding a minute blood drop protests against such cruel treatment. The nerve tips are also uncovered, and the pores are. left unprotected, which makes the skin tender and unhealthy. This sudden exposure of the inner layer of the skin renders. a person liable to have colds, hoarseness and sore throat and it is only that the face and neck are pachydermatous” —— you * A hundred not Ingenious Poison Stopper. house was An ingenious stopper has lately been patented for use in bottles containing Roger Mansfield. He had been married poisons. Thestopper is made of india about one year to the daughter of a neigh- rubber, and is surmounted by a_ perfor. boring gentleman, whom he loved dearly. ated ballof india rubber brightly colored, He was passionately fond of field sports, so as to render it distinctive in the lighs,. while she was of a retiring disposition, and containing a bell which rattles when loving home and home amusements, and the bottle is moved, thus drawing attenas her will was law he had given up hunt- tion to the character of the contents, ing for her sake. even though it be impossible to see the “One day a large company of the gen- label. Such a warning stopper would try rode out to hunt, and Roger, for have rendered impossible many of the once. gained the consent of his wife, and accidents which have from time to time joined them, promising to be back at a}. taken place, notably one a few months certain time. The day wore on and the ago, when a distinguished surgeon lost hour at which he was to have come back his life owing to a mistake as to a bottle passed, but he did not appear. containing poisonous medicine. — Cas‘She tried to while away the time by sell’s Family Magazine. playing on the harp as she sang a little song in the Italian language: but still she A New Use for Corn Cobs. was uneasy. Hearing a noise she put her Building blocks made of corn cobs harp aside and, going to the window, form the object of an Italian patent saw, carried on a litter, the dead body of her husband. She gave one shriek and which has been issued. The cobs are recipitated herself from the window. pressed by machinery into forms similar er head struck on the stones and she to bricks, and held together by wire. They are made water tight by cous was killed. ‘‘Her husband had been killed by being with tar... These molds are very har Their weight is less than |: and strong. thrown from his horse in taking a leap. ‘1 have one thing to ask you, Frank. one-third of that ofa hollow brick, and | Never tell my wife what you have seen, they can never get damp.—Cincinnati or she would not stay in the house Commercial. another: night.” . = . Rosen area} WEE Ni een d) oe E535) UY I promised. We went below, and I Why do so many women ‘object to methods. stayed about three weeks at the Grange, of making their work easier? Some say it but I gave that room a wide berth. » Now, I know that some skeptical per- looks lazy? Nousense. Men always improve son would pooh-pooh on hearing this, such contrivances to the utmost and are and say I had eaten a hearty dinner and “never calied lazy for so doing. Now, for infallen asleep and dreamed what I -have stance, why should not a woman have a been telling you: but this I know, that I chair high enough to sit in for many operawas not asleep—no more than I am at tions of kitchen and cooking work, arranged this moment, and that I did really see the to permit a free use of the arms? It would Mansfield ghost. —Minneapolis Journal. promote health, save strength and prevent occupied by an ancestor of mine named much weariness. —Good The Czar’s It is no secret that the emperor of all the Russias pays far less heed to his official advisers than to the private friends he made in his youth, who have no ministerial dignities. M. de Giers, his faithful ministerof foreign affairs, has little real control over the destinies of BusBut M. Pobodonezoff, the czar’s old | sia. tutor, is said to be more powerful, and has shaped many of the social measures which within the past few years have been introduced into the empire. The Paris Figaro gives an interesting account of a less known counselor a Catholic, but despite returned friendly to. Podborz and intercourse with Lumber Dealer 340 S. First Hast Street, half block north of 8th Ward Square. his heterodoxy no man is more loved and trusted by the orthodox czar, Alexander made his acquaintance at Skierniewicz fifteen years ago; during a hunting excursion to Poland. While on a visit to Field Marshal Prince Bariatynssi, his father’s life long comrade, the then czarewitch was one day thrown into the company of a priest whose culture did not prevent his being an ardent sportsman. This was Zmudowski. \ The prince soon grew much attached to the priest, who at that time was about 45 years okl. Fearing the influence of a Polish Catholic on his son’s mind the late czar at last stopped their intimacy.’ On his father’s death, however, Alexander Jas.W. Eard ey, to whom Alexander III, it seems, often goes in search of health and comfort. He is’a Polish priest, named Zmudowski, and lives in the little parish of Podborz, a few miles from Spala. Zmudowski is, of course, Housekeeping. Mentor. 2 : he requires = ere WEBER seats, smooth sy ray ~ erpsS Diaerienegereetieterere yy endy vaihaenenartestimnats: dain ORGANS, A day in August, and clouds of white, A shifting of light and shadow, The hum of bees and. the martin’s flight, The meadow lark:s and the meadow. ates 225,000 as I wished to see him. Ve went up, and, taking said: “Well, what is it?” perfectly removal of the hair, but also a portion of the cuticle, and a close shave means the removal of a layer of skin all around. The blood vessels thus exposed are not ITI Miss Hannah Billings Keeps constantly on hand a full stock of MILLINERY GOODS Of the best quality and latest styles. LADIES’ HATS and BONNETS trimmed to order on short notice and at very reasonable rates. renewed his Place of business, a few doors west of ational Bank, Zmudowski. Since then whenever the cares of state and the Nihilists have allowed him a holiday he has been in the habit of stealing off to Poland to rest and strengthen himself in the society of the priest. He made ineffectual efforts to induce him to come to St. Petersburg, and, having failed, had a chateau built near Podboraz, which has become his favorite country house. The czar’s long talks with Zmudowski have caused the issue of several decrees materially improving the hard lot of| Polish Catholics. The recent foundation of a peasants’ bank in Poland and other liberal measures might probably be traced to the counsels of the Podborz cure. ape A whiff of the scent of clover, A change of thoug1t— vague incomplete— A living a young life over in the afterto my, room, ‘Lo make Sap Ree Estry He came the next day: noon I asked him to come a@ plece of-raw beer?. red Sra sa & of my friend. A load of hay in th> crowded street, _ecalers. the return beng regret Music THE OGOKER. Lake adventure secret till PROVO = CITY, UTAH. “Home Industry Our Specialty.” Provo Co-Operative CLOTHING DEPARTMENT ‘—)o:0(— FULL LINE OF HOME-MADE SUITS CONSTANTLY ON HAND. —)o:0(— What a Close Shave ‘Do you know what means? I never did until face the other day through which had been treated to process. Means. a close shave I looked ata a microscope this luxurious Suits made to order from the celebrated Provo Woolen Mills Goods, samples of which are sent on application. 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