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Show '' g - Tiii JiAKE TiAJES, V ED-- ESJ)AY, JU-N- 251890. .. 'I ' ' ... .' ........ . . t . : When You Can Buy 4 Lots in : - Davis, Sharp & Stringer's CORNER OF SECOND WEST AD TENTH SOUTH, On small Cash Payment, and within 30 days after Electric Car Line, already commenced, on Second West, is completed, -- sell 3 Lots for Profit sufficient to build on remaining Lot. If you prefer to move into your own home today, we have Six New Modern Style Houses just com- - pletcd, six; Large Rooms, Fine- Closets, Three - Verandas, City Water, EJegrant Location, close in, : splendid view, near electric car line, ONLY $3800 ' EACH, and Five Years to pay out at only 6 per cent interest. Don't Fail to see Watkins' Addition A.djoiaiELg; X-iTo-erty Fails on t2a.e Soiatli. DAVIS & STRINGER, Two Doors East of) oo O 7 the Culler, Hotel. ZJ W eSl OeCQUU OOUtll. Pabst Brewing Co! ' (Formerly PHILIP BEST) 3IL-Wr.TJK:E- E, WIS. ' I ' Export, Bohemian, Hoffbrau and Select Blue Ribbon Keg and Bottled Beers shipped immediately upon order. THE FAMILY TRADE SOLICITED FREE DELIVERY! TELEPHONE 3S5I B. K. BLOCKS Go. ST. --Agents. J F. Marks7 CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER. Artesian Salt or Gas Wells Drilled. m s. wft Temple sr. Trospecls for Coal and Jlineials. Mt i.kcit,,. ' Deep Wells a Specialty. RefrigeratoF ' Z mft Wife Mmhm Sola. OnljT- - "toy tuo . Salt Lake Hardware Cc 32 faEST SECOND SOUTH STREET. Headquarters for. Rubber Hose, Lawn Mowers, Hammoc ' ' Guns, Fishing Tackle and Sporting Goods. . EAST, WEST, NORTH and SOUTH " A.T THE CITY TICKET OFFICE. lliiii Pacific SYSTEM. MOUNTAIN DIVISION The Only Line carrying the Unlte;l Statai Overland Mail. Direct Connections hj- - ," tween all Points North and East, newtuvTecard ' Jtine 22, 1SOO. - UTAH . CENTRAL DISTRICT. Passenger Trains Arrive and Leave at Salt Lake City as follows: FROM THE KORUI. . GOWQ KORTS. Atlantic Fast Mail 2:40a.ra- - Atlantic Zrjress. Atlantic Fast Mail Park City &L tan & Northern Local.. 10:50 a.m. and Utah is Northern Local.... a. m Atlantic Express I:l0p.m. Local Express Portland ana Butte Fast Mail 7 :00 p,m. park City.Portland and Butte Express 5 :00 o S' LocalExpress ......10:30d in! FROM THE SOCTH. jjOlM SOUTH. MtlfordExpress 10:10a.m. Juab ..... .'. ... . 7.n . iiP LujyJFArJJjLb m$k . . , mm ; "CrtaOa. and. Nevada District. :: COINO WERT. i PUOM TH13VKST For Garfleld Beach, daily.... 8:10 n.m From Oarflt-l- Beach, ,daily .! ;; io:4sa.m .. .. a,-,?- ' u.:$.m ' j "FxoeI)l y- - 'SrSnnday'timecavd local column. 10:,il, n Sc.lt Zj,lrs tSs X7"est3rrL O'sf-- t jrJ IS. W. ECCl.ES, C. F. RESSEGUIE, ' . . Cb"'! P5enpr A- -nt. . Central Maiu, FOOLED A BROTHER EDITOR. How The Chicago Morning Nw Cot It Preen Franchise. Special Correspondence. ' Chicago, May 15. That The Chirago Morning News now enjoys the benefit of an Associated Press franchise is due to: the shrewd work of its former editor, j Mr. Melville B.Stone. In order to . ae- -' cure admission it was necessary to ob-tain the written consent of the pro-prietors of the othqr .papers already members of tho association. Mr. Stone found pretty smooth sailing at the offices of the Jnter-Ocea- u and Staats Zeitung, but he struck a snag when ho broached his desire to Mr. .Joseph JUe-dil- l, editor-in-chie- f and principal owner of The Tribune. He argued and plead-ed, but all in vain. Finally, Mr. Medill made a small concession. "Tell you what I'll do, Stone," he re-marked. "Tf you can get Storey .to sign that puper The Tribune will consent to your having a franchise." Mr. Stone went away and Uncle Joe turned to his business manager, who was present, and remarked witkoneof his dry chuckles: "Guess that Battles him, Cowles. If ho goes in The Times build-ing old Storc'"v"will have him' thrown out." Then Mr. Medill packed his gripsack atkI went to New York at peace with all the world. . , Next day The News hustler invaded the sanctum of Tho Times. lie rushed through the managing editor's room and bolted into Mr. . Storey's private, den without permission or introduction. The otill magnificent looking old lion of western journalism looked, up with . a frown. "Who the devil are you?" he asked. "My name is Stone. I worked for you once." Mr, Storey brightened, and the frown disappeared. He stretched out his hand in welconio and exclaimed: "Why, of course, of course, Leander; I ought to have remembered you. But I was deep in thought, my hoy, deep in thought. What can I do for you?" The situation flashed over the visitor's mind in an instant. He had heard as a rumor that Mr. Storey was failing men-tally, He now was sure of it, for the old gentleman had mistaken him for a favorite employe of former years named Leander Stone, who had experienced re-ligion, abandoned daily newspaper work and become proprietor of a denomina-tional weekly. The News editor took advantage of the situation and replied: "Well, Mr. Storey, a paper devoted exclusively to church affairs doesn't seein to prosper, and I want to publish a little news also. Now if I can get an Associ-ated Press franchise I will be all right. Mr. Hesing and Mr. Nixon have con-sented, but Mr. Medill will not sign un-less you do." "He won't, eh? Give me that paper;" and down went "W. F. Storey" in the bold, peculiar hand so well known to heads of departments on The Times who failed to do their duty and received the "red hot scorings" for which their chief was noted. "There," hesaid, hand-ing it back; "now go and make Medill put his name below mine. The old cuss always has to follow me, even in writing his name. Glad you've dropped the gospel line, Leander. Give the people the news, and give it to 'em with ginger in it. They like it, my boy; they like it." Mr. Stone escaped as quickly as he could. He flew by Managing Editor Snowden like a streak and in two min-utes was heading for The Tribune office. "Where's Mr. Medill?" he asked on en-tering. "Gone to New York," Mr. Cowles re-plied. "Well," was the comment; "you'll do just its well. You heard our conversa-tion yesterday, you know the agreement, and I want- your signature to this docu-ment as representative of The Tribune company." ... Mr. Cowles demurred, but in the end consented, and by nightfall Mr. Stone had paid his cash and secured his fran-chise. ' Meanwhile over at The Times build-ing Mr. Storey had callod in' Mn Snow-den. "I've done something," lie remarked to his chief lieutenant, "that'll make old .Too Medill's heart sore. I've given my consent to Leander Stone's purchase of a press franchise." ' "Do you mean the man who was just here?" "Yes." "That wasn't Leander Stone. That was Mel Stone, of Tho News, who has been abusing you day and night for the last six months." Eye and ear witnesses say that this in-telligence nearly effected Mr. Storey's permanent euro' ' both mentally and physically. He forgot his lameness, and pranced about liko a caged wild animal. Ho forgot the slight paralysis of his tongue, and cursed in tho choice; copious and cultured man-ner of his prime. He discharged every-body on whom ho chanced to gaze, and threatened to make the elevator boy managing editor. Tho gust passed, and he bowed his head and wept. It was a pitiable spectacle of a strong man in his dotage. Ciuklss Allen. ' A LITTLE GIRL'S GUESS. i. ' ' . - - Sec brow Is puckered with wrinkle. tine ponders deep problems, 'lis plain, Joes otu pet, while we wonder what fancy' Agog In that bright. little braiu. ', he stands at the window and watches ," wliere nature, all trimy and jfray, Imilas dimly and stniKftles but valuly To shino thro' the dust of today. Uer face it light up on a sudden; Whatever the load that opprwsed Her mind, 'lis cast off. She crias "Grandro, I guess God is taking a rest, '." "Why, Bessy!" shrieks crnnt.hna. in horror; But Bessy responds: "Well, I just Oiiftss if God was folks Ho couldn't spare quite so much dus:" Boston Glob. I :. e "Nobodies, of course;" but all the same tlwy were better than nothing. When one young fellow went home suddenly, pale'and forlorn, Denise guessed what had happened. "He has offered and you have refused him," she said. Cecilia nodded merrily. "It was such fun," she said. "He went down on his little knees. He is only and is in u dry goods shop. Of course I refused him." "But you led him on," said Denise, at which Cecilia laughed more than ever. It was after this youths departure that one of the young sportsmen who had at first paid very little attention to the la-dies began to devote himself to them. He was a verv handsome young fellow, AN ELIGIBLE MATCH. They had sent a big covered wagon to meet Miss Britlan at hue station, and the driver a large man in a water proof oat and wide hatdrove it stolidly along the rod without making a k. Beside Miss Britton, in all her wasp waisted, white handed beauty, 6at Utile Cousin Denise, a dark girl with no beauty whatever, but a good honest ex--. Jression. Miss Brit ton was not in her best mood. She was in the. habit of going to Sara-toga, to Newport, to the Catskill Moun-tain house, to places where well dressed crowns congregate, with trunks of new Clothes. This year her father, having met with losses, had resolved to re-trench. Ho had let tho city house fur-nished for a certain space of time. He had taken his wife to visit a certain Cousin Briggs, aud ho had sent his daughter to this pretty hotel, with her cousin Bvnise for company. The doctor had had a whisper from Mis Britton that had lod him to declare that she must have country air, and this was the result. "Much better," said Mr. - Britton, "than the kind of thing you'd have if I should fail. And you and your mother have been going it for a considerable time at a rate I can't permit any longer." Mrs. Britton had only meekly sighed and looked heavenward. Miss Britton had almost raved. But Mr. Britton had his way. "Comfort yourself with the thought that it might have been worse," whis-pered Mrs. Britton in her daughter's ear, as they parted. "If Cousin Briggs had not been very particular about inviting only two of us, having but one spare tiedroom, she distinctly said, yon might have to go there." As for Denise, she said nothing, but in her heart she looked forward to dwelling for a space in what she called "the real country" with joy. At the fashionable hotels she acted the part of amateur lady's maid to her handsome cousin and to her stylish aunt. Her own dress was very plain and no one took any notice of her. A poor relation without beauty is much neglected in those matrimonial markets of America. Naturally, Denise had not been in the habit of enjoying herself. Now as they drove along through the soft falling rain she peeped between the folds of the curtain and uttered gay little ejaculations.- "Such lovely trees! Such a nice old farmhouse! A little river with such a prettyt bridge!" But Cecilia Britton never troubled herself to reply. Her wrongs were heavy upon her. "I believe if I had gone to Newport this summer Mr. Collingsby would have offered himself," she said at last. "Papa has made a great mistake in sending me to live in this horrible wilderness. What is the use of being handsome and fasci-nating if one must be buried alive?" "Oh, it is lovely here!" Denise cried, with those little gesticulations Bhe had learned in childhood from the French mother whose name she bore. "It is lovely!" . "I don't think you even heard me peak of Charles Collingsby," said Ce-cilia, gravely. "I told you I felt sure that if we had met at Newport he would have offered." "Is it such a pleasure to refuse men?" said Denise, with a little shrug. , "Yes," replied Cecilia, scornfully. "Of course you know nothing about it, but it is a very great triumph. However, I should not have refused Charles Collings-by, being in full possession of my senses.'' "Ohl but yon would never have mar-ried him?" gasped Denise. "A man of that character, who drinks so much, who is talked of with married ladies, who is a brute in his manners. Yes, a brute, Ce-cilia. Do you remember how he stepped on other people's toes and elbowed them, to get near that opera singer with the disgracefully low dress? How he said onco aloud in the cars, 'When I give my seat to any one it's a pretty girl, not an j old married woman?" Oh, he is horrible, I I think. I should not mind your saying 'no' to hitn, but you'd never" "Oh, I'd never," mocked Cecilia. "You are angry because he said you were as ugly as a frog one day." "I confoss it," said Denise. "The idea ft a man lotting a girl hear him say f hat! And he wanted me to hear." "You see yon played third party too touch," aaid Cecilia, laughing. "You made me," said Denise. "I al-ways wanted to go away when he came tiear us, but you said" , "Yes," said Cecilia. "At that time I had my eye on that handsome English- - with a ready Rmile and a bright twinkle in his eye, intelligent and evidently well educated. Even Cecilia could not deny that this nobody was pleasant. Once grown better acquainted, he proved a great acquisition. He was never weary of showing them the beauties of the place, which were many. He rowed them on the river, he drove them out, and to the great astonishment of little Denise he never neglected her. She was so used to boing overlooked that she had expected it. No wonder she thought him the most delightful person possible, and that she pleaded his cause with Cecilia. "I know you mean to refuse him," she said. "But, oh, Cecilia! yon could bo so happy with him. Think it over, dear." "Think over marrying a young man like that!" said Cecilia. "He is verj-uice, but no doubt he would expect his wife to live in a cottage in the suburbs and bo content wilh one best black silk. I aim higher, Denise." "I do not think so if Charles Collings. by is your object," said little Denise; but again Cecilia only laughed. Secretly she liked Bichard extremely; but she had questioned him a little, and his answers had convinced her that he was poor. It was enough. All she could look forward to was to add her refusal of him to her other triumphs. But suddenly a change came. She was sitting upon the porch one evening when two of the men at the house paused in the garden path speaking of Richard Rodney. "He is a nice fellow," said one. "And a very happy fellow, too," said the other. "One of the richest young men in New York. Rich Rodney they called his father, and he inherited every-thing." Rich! An eligible match! Could it really be? "Was it possible? Oh, how delightful! for surely he was at her feet, and now she would not refuse him when he offered himself; she would say yes. After all he was handsomer, better, and in every way more pleasing than Charles Collingsby. She did not feel sure but that she was a little in love with him. She ran into the house to look for Denise to tell her the wonderful news, but the girl was not to. be found. For once in her life Denise had had an invitation of hor own. Richard Rodney had asked her to row with him upon the river, and at that very moment they were slowly drifting along in, the soft moonlight, and Richard held both the girl's tiny brown hands. "Say yes, dearest," he was whispering. "I love you better than life. I cannot be happy without you." "It is so strange," said Denise. "I thought it was Cecilia with you, as with all the rest." "You mean that you thought .that I loved Miss Britton?" asked Richard. "Every one else seemed to," said Den-ise. "Ah," said Richard, "that is possible, but I loved you at first sight, and as I happened to overhear a certain conver-sation between you and Miss Britton on the day of your arrival I am well armed against her fascinations. And then how shamefully she used little Smith." "Ah!" cried Denise. "You were the person in the back of the wagon that day?" "Yes, I was the person," replied Rich-ard. i'But you have not answered me will you be my wife?'' , Denise said nothing, but she let him kiss her, and he was quite content. "Only think, Denise," said Cecilia, as the girl came into their little room later on "only think, I have heard the most wonderful news Richard Rod-ney is tremendously rich. That, you know, alters the aspect of things, I shall accept him when he offers." "Ah!" cried Denise, "but he will not offer.". .: "If I should try to make Mm he will," said Cecilia. "I tliink not," said Denise. "I am a plain little thing, but now that we are engaged he will be true to me." "Engaged!" gasped Cecilia. "Not to you?" Denise nodded and held under the light a little hand on which an unwonted dia-mond sparkled:' ' "He slipped it on she said. "You knew how rich he was," cried Cecilia, "and never told me!" But Denise had not knowu. She is Mrs. Richard Rodney now, and, being rich, people call her piquant and charm-ing. As for ' Cecilia, she has not made her conquest of a fortune yet, and relies upon her cousin Denise for her social pleasures sinca papa's failure. Mary Kyle Dallas in Fireside Companion. man, and I was anxious to bo awfully proper. But the Englishman did not want an American wife, aud Charles Collingsby has three millions of money, and they are at the top of tho ladder his family and I (jould do as I pleased. He's not straithiced, and he told Mrs. Fox that 1 was 'stnnning.' Oh, I should have played my cards well this summer! Papa must be in difficulties to be so mean as he has been lately, and I'd have been Mrs. Collingsby next winter, and here I am among the pigs and the boors, liot a creature ' to speak to!" and she lapsed into silence. Shortly the hotel was reached. Denise aroso and jumped lightly to the porch, and as they stood waiting for their satchels and a parcel Denise carried they eaw a finre rise from the back of the wagon, shako itself free of fragmeniB of traw. make an agile spring forward and vanish in the interior of the hotel. It was a fine figure that of a young man. His. hat was pulled over his eyes and they did not see his face. "Some one there and we were talking so freely," said Denise in a whisper. "Of what account is a country boor?" ,'said. Cecilia.' "Besides, he must have! boeu It was wan consolation to Cecilia to . find thiii there wire a number of men at , the Jitrle holi-l.'ani- l that; some of them .w-re- . young. Wbeu ih lishiug and !6uuiliijg. which brought them to the! il:!i-o- . did not take ilieni ;i1 of reach she llir.ci! with llujui lo her.iiMir:'s iWight. j "1 I to Donise. Ah Irreverent British Subject. That was a queer experience which Queen Victoria underwent the other day ns she was being driven from the rail-way station to Windsor castle. An elder-ly female broke through the police cor-don and rushed after the royal carriage shrieking out that she "must speak to the old woman." The unfortunate stran-ger was arrested and locked up on a charge of intoxication, but her majesty's nerves received a shock from which they did not recover for at least twenty-fou- r hours. A A correspondent is going crazy owr this problem: "Did you go to the circus?" some one taquired of him on Thursday morning. "No," ho (replied; "there was too much of a crowd and I hate crowds. If only one-thir- d of the people went that go now I'd go myself." "Yes," said tho other man, ''but did it nevor occur to you that the majority are like you are, and if only one-thir- d as many went as go now, ten times as many would go as go now?' See?" Ho didn't exactly see, but he caught a faint glimmer, and trying to see is what is now unsettling his mental balance. Washington St ar. , Her Idea. Miss LarcQm, in her "New England Girlhood," says that when she used to hear the minister read the text, "Cnt it down; why cumbereth it the ground?" she always supposed that he had made a mistake. Ho ought to have said, she thought. "Why enenmbereth it the ground?" .Strange things go on inside the heads of .children. The Stove of the future... "That looks neat," was the remark to the stove man. "What is it?" "It is the new gas stove. The day will come when all the world who can get at it will want to do its summer cooking by gas, and maybe its winter cooking as well. This stove, you see, has burners for all the stove holes and two ovens. It admits air into tho gas at the point of combustion and makes a bunsen flame of each. We ran all tho burners full blast for two horns the other day, having the meter taken before and after, and it cost ex-actly twelve cents. Wo can raise a ket-tle of cold .water to boiling in seven min-utes and all you have to do is (ouch a match to tho gas and your live is going. Handsome, too, isn't it? Looks like a stylish fancy range." Lewistou Journal. The tiuMcn Howl. Whenever the rainbow, with its many colored bunds arches over us, two angels stand at the ends and hold geld bowls under them that they may not rest on the rain soaked earth, and when it vanishes cgaiu the angels leave their cups in the fienls, us they cannot use them twice be-cause tho rainbow would uotlikeit. Von 8;hejfel's Ekkebaro. i t ; i Kothsi-liilil- , the London hfiuiot the great banking house, has been seized uwn by excessive fatnejs. and will be "treated by the famous Dr. Schwewiiu- - I ...... :. |