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Show 6 THE SALT LAKE TIMES. WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15.1890. the west side motor carsi NOW RUNNING TO j : . ' Davis, Sharp and Stringer's : Addition. " " CORNER SECOND WEST AND TENTH SOUTH. ,.MM a house I Now . . ,, , . is the Time . . . . ' TXV You Can Buy on Your Own Terms I I W.?"'WWM and stable at a big TO SECURE I ONLY ON MONTHLY PAYMENTS brick house, on Third AZt- - A Few Lots 12 Blocksr of on Six or Twelve Months - wtstwiLTtht ' ' ' ' jiromtbe l I ' F"iwr!y fur jua what DroiySpcs"fficebuii. TM THIS POPULAR ADDITION p.oJ Or Longer Time if You Like. ahd?"eCst ding. Thisisasnap. I in. Come Quick! Come and See Us and Take a Carriage Ride, Or if prefer WKST SIDE RAPID TRANSIT VMS- - S3 West Second Soiatlx Street. D. 0. CALDER'S Mill I PALACE MUSIC You are respectfully invited to call and examine our large stock of Pianos arid Organs, The Finest Ever Shown in Utah. ' , Pianos and Organs sold on easy time payments and at within the reach prices of all. Our $300 3Piaiio Is being largely sold, it gives the best of satisfaction, and in price and ; quality it is a marvel. The cases are elegant and warrant the material and workmanship first-clas- Our ORGANS, MASON & HAMLIN, W. W. KIMBALL & CO. Are so well known to be the Standards of the World, and recommended by all First-Clas- s Musicians, it is unnecessary for us to sound their praise. Prices from $70, and sold on easy payments. We have everything to be found in a first-clas- s music store, and at ; PRICES THE LOWEST. 45 Ss 47, "West mrst Soutli Streat. Salt Lake City, ; ; ; Utah Territory. Jjpptt PRINCIPAL POINTS EAST, WEST, NORTH and SOUTH THE CITY TICKET OFFICE. Passenger Trains Arrive and Leat BOM THE NORTH. , AtlantlcFastMall ... S:30a.m- Utah & Northern Local 10:50 a.m lastPaeltic Express 12:30p.m. Portland and Butte Fast Mail .... .... TBOH THE SOUTH. MUfordExpress 9:45 a.m. Juab. Provj. Lehl, Ironton and Eu-reka Express. 0.46p.m. Dnii Pacific ' SYSTEM. MOUNTAIN DIVISION The Only Line canyins the United StUal Overland Mail. Direct Connections oj-- ' tweeu all Points North and Eut NEW TIME CARD : ' ,. Oct. S, 1S30. . ;': ' limn CENTRAL D1STBICT, ' a at Salt Lake City as follows: GOIKG NORTH. Fast Mail and Utah & Northern Local g:W a, Hi Local Express 1:30 p. a Fast Atlantic and Portland & Butt Express . 5:00jj.ra Local Express. TM0p.nl going south. Juab, ProTO. Lehl, Ironton and Eu-- ' ' reka Express. 7:J1 .m Milford Express... 4: 00?. at S. W. ECCLES. - - C. F. RESSEGUIE, ; Can'l Passenjar Ajealt Gtiwilau Tickets for Sale in Wasatch Building, 201 Main Street, and at Depot Fare fo Round Trip, 50 cents. "' ' " ' ' . i 1 monds, and thirty diamond stars and pendants, any one of which would buy a farm in the rich regions about York or Lancaster, in Pennsylvania. Cor. Pitts-burg Dispatch, i Diamonds at Saratoga. The dressing of Saratoga this year sur-passes the wildest dreams of Monte Cristo. There are pearls by the quart and diamonds by the peck. I have never seen anything like the ostentations dis-play of diamonds. Every one has them, and taking a seat at the end of the hotel parlor today, I made a note of 500 women who came out from dinner wearing dia-monds. I counted fifty pairs of solitaire earrings, the stones of ach of which were as big as the end of my thumb; nineteen bracelets set with large diit- - FAREWELL Fwewelll God speed thee on thy way ' Across the waste of waters blue; From dangers guard thee night and day, And keep thee gentle, kind and true. Farewell I Though weary leagues apart, On foreign land or alien sea, We'll draw together heart to heart In closest bonds of sympathy. God keep thee In his tender care Where'er on earth thy footsteps roam, And under skies serene and fair Return the wanderer to bis home. Philadelphia Telephone. A Girl at the Reins. 1 have in fact only seen one person in Paris, with the exception of English pro- - fessionals, who drives well, and that per-son, I am sorry to say, is an American girl. She frequently tools the "Magnet," the Versailles coach, and although she is a perfect coachman and handles her "holly stick" like & veteran the perform-ance is not of a feminine nature. It may De of interest to say that she is a Miss Eustis, of Washington, and a relative of Mr. Corcoran, the great philanthropist This seems to be an age when women are encroaching on man's estate in ev-ery conceivable manner, but there is one place a woman should not fill and that is the box seat of a publio coach. Paris Cor. Chicago News. do to Howard Carrington, ana wnat mo-tive he could'have had for such a deed. The next morning I called at his resi-dence promptly at 10 o'clock, and was told that the gentleman was not yet up, had not answered when ho was called, and must be very tired. A horrible sus-picion came over me, and I told the man to come with me, for we must break in the door. ' We easily did so, and there, with his head on his arm, leaning on his desk,, was Carrington. Then to our horror we saw ft stream of blood on the floor and a revolver near it. We went to him and found him dead. - The bullet had done its deadly work. On the desk lay an en-velope addressed to Carl B. Radcliff. I opened it and read: "Mr. Radcliff You have tracked me at lost. How 1 cannot imagine, for 1 never supposed there was a single clew. Now I know my time has come. I am tired of being hounded by remorse, and should have made way with myself be-fore long anyway. I killed your father nearly seventeen years ago in Ireland. I had fallen passionately in love with your mother long before she knew of your fa-ther. She rejected me with scorn be-cause I drank. When she married Rad-cliff I waa wild with jealousy. Still I never should have done him harm if it hadn't been for meeting him that dark night all alone. I was mad with drink, and the deed was done before I realized the crime. I have never since touched a drop of liquor. No pne suspected Mr. Girrington, the tourist, of such a deed, and after some time I came here to my friends. Now yon know all H. 0." I never told my friends of this letter or of the crime. They thought it tem-porary insanity. I now felt free to offer myself to Lilian, and to my joy and as-tonishment was accepted. Eighteen months froni' the time of her uncle's death Lilian became my wife. I have always worn the opal ring, which hns never changed its color since it showed me my father's murderer. L. M. A. in Boston Globe. did as 1 told him. Put another pillow under my head, Carl. There, now I can breathe easier. "We found him, my sonj found him all bloody and beaten to death. Foully murdered." Her face waa ghastly, and although shaking in every limb I managed to give her some drops the doctor had left so that she was able to continue. "I can-not tell you more of that dreadful time except that there never was the slight-est clew to the assassin. We never knew that he had an enemy in the world. It was not robbery, for his watch and a large amount of money were not touched. You will find papers telling you all of that. My part is what I wish to tell you now. I lived with you alone in the old home for one year. One night I fell asleep in a chair by the hearth, and had the strangest of dreams. I dreamt a voice said to me: " 'Take thy child and the opal ring and travel tlje world over, and when thou dost find thy opal turnest a blood red thon thou willst be in the presence of thine enemy and thine husband's murderer. "When I awoke I pondered on it for a while, but came to the conclusion that it was the result of a fevered brain. The next night I had the same dream, and again the next. I then took it as my mission in life to find the man who had foully killed my Robert. . I awoke from my apathy, sold the place, and taking you with me started on my pilgrimage. You know the result. Never has my ring changed color. Now, Carl, I am dying, and into your hands I consign this ring, and I ask you by the memory of your murdered father to find the per-son and bring his crime home to him." Saying this she placed the opal, with ite fine red lines, upon my finger, and then lay back exhausted. "I promise, mother, never to give up the search while there is breath in my body," I said, intending to find the as-sassin by modern means instead of super-stitious, but I would not pain her by doubting her dream. Three days she lingered, during which time she told me of her financial stand-ing, and that she did not know of a rela-tive in the world. The third night she passed away, leaving me alone in the world with a terrible void in my life and an unutterable grief. I saw her buried in the little Swiss burial ground, and then returned to the inn and looked my future in the face. I had 50,000, no friends and a veritable vendetta. A week later I started for Paris, stated my ' trouble, and had the best dotectives to work up a hopeless caBe. In London I did the same, and then crossed the ocean and followed the same course in New York. The opal ring I wore, but seldom looked at it. I made several uleasant traveling acquaintances, and had a num-ber of invitations to visit in Washing-ton, Baltimore and other cities in the States. I refused them all, and went west to San Francisco, staying there un-til Jan. 1, when I returned to Washing-ton, where I ran across one of my trav-eling friends, Ray Carrington. I refused all overtures to go into so-ciety or to visit Carrington, but when I was taken ill and threatened with pneu-monia my friend had me removed, against my wishes, to his home, where a tall, stately lady smiled graciously upon me, and where I had all the care and devotion possible during a serious illness. This lady, who was Ray's mother, was an angel of mercy to me, a homeless wanderer. One day I was lv ing on the sofa deluged with shawls, wraps, etc., reading my correspondence from the foreign police offices. Nothing had really been done, although a man had been sent to Ireland. So many years had passed they could hold out lit-tle hope to me. . A rap at the door, and "May I come in?" from Ray. "Of course," I replied, "Why do yon ask?" "Because I have brought you a visi-tor," he said, as he entered with his arm around a beautiful young girl, whom he introduced as his sister Lilian. I told her she was very kind to visits an involid, and wondered what they would think if they knew I was hunting down a murderer of sixteen years ago. Many happy days passed in spite of ill-ness and vendottas. They insisted upon keeping me for a ball in honor of Lilian's twentieth birthday. I found resistance useless, so yielded with as good grace as possible, although I knew such gayeties were not for me, and my mother's death was too recent not to destroy any desire for such pleasures. However I staid, and on the evening of the ball arrayed myself in my dress suit and descended to the ballroom, which was beautifully decorated with tropical plants and lovely ferns. Lilian was receiving her guests by her mother's side. She was dressed in a gown of sil-very fabric,, which made her look more than ever like the beautiful fairy she was. I easily mingled unnoticed in the crowd. As I gazed on that brilliant scene I wondered what the dear mother a3 she locked down from her home on high. I thought of the little grave in the far away country, of the vendetta left me as a legaoy. Ray broke in upon my meditations, and finding it impossible to persuade me to dance said: "Well, do take Miss Van Dyke into sup-per and relieve me." I complied, and upon entering the supper room removed one glove, as my hand was warm. Upon doing so I glanced at the opal ring, and to my hor-ror noticed that it had become a blood red. What could it mean? I glanced around the room and noticed only a doz-en people, but these brilliant society people of Washington. What had they to do with my opal turning red? I must be mistaken. No; it was a deep blood red. I noticed Ray's uncle among the crowd a tall, dark man, conversing withalady; and I mechanically watched him leave the room, then glanced at my ring and, great heavens! my blood seem-ed turning to ice, for the ring had re-sumed its original color. I escorted Miss Van Dyke back to the ballroom and delivered her to a partner. Then I sought an introduction to Ray's uncle. "Mr. Radcliff," he exclaimed, and I saw him start, "where was your home, if 1 may ask?" "In the north of Ireland," I replied, "and my father was Robert Radcliff." I noticed my ring had again become red, which fact dispelled all doubt from my mind. Notwithstanding how ridiculous it seemed, I continued, "Mr. Carrington, I would like a few words with you privately." "Not he stammered, "but at 10 a. m." "Very well," I replied, and then sought the smoking room to be able to think. Lilian's uncle. She to whom my heart had gone out was the niece of the murderer of my father, for I had faith that I had found the man. I retired that night to get little or no sleep, to wonder what I should say and ii. THE UNLUCKY STONE. From my earliest recollection we had traveled, traveled the world over, it seemed, my mother and L We had no kith nor kin but one another, so can the world wonder that we were all in all to each other? My mother's face, although the sweetest and gentlest of faces, was always sad, even gloomy at times. She always wore the deepest of mourning for my father, although I could never get her to mention him. And after sev-eral inquiries I ceased to trouble her, for such a look of pain and agony would come over the dear features at the men-tion of Robert Radcliff. The only jew-elry she ever wore consisted of two rings, a plain gold wedding ring and a beautiful opal set in a heavy band of gold. Through Asia, Europe, America, and even to Africa and Australia, we had made our way. And whenever in a crowd or conversing with a stranger I would notice my mother looking at her opal ring, which she wore on the third . finger of the right hand. One summer we had wandered through Russia, had spent some time on the Rhine, and finally brought up in a little town among the mountains of Switzer-land. Here my mother was taken ill with a general decline of the heart, as the village doctor called it. I was very much frightened and wanted to ra celebrated man from Paris, but she said: "No, Carl, do nothing whatsoever. My time has come, and I must have you to myself for the few hours left me." I would not believe it It did not seem possible that God could take her from me. "Mother," I said, controlling my emo-tions for fear of making hor worse, "you imagine that you are much worse than you are. You are looking better than I have seen you for some time. Your cheeks are bright red." Ah, what a fool I was! Death's very sign I took to be the hue of returning health. "Carl, I have no time to waste in use-less words," she said. "Come and ait by my side and learn why your mother's sad face has darkened your young life. No, do not interrupt, my boy. I know how much you think of your mother. Sixteen years ago, when you were a child of 4, we lived in a beautiful coun-try home in the north of Ireland. Your father was of that country, you know." I did not know, for she had never told me anything about him; but I did not interrupt, and she continued: "Well, one night I waited and waited for Robert to return. He had gone to the neighbor ing village to buy new carriage horses. The wind blew a gale, and the rain fell in torrents. I walked the floor in an agony of fear till 12 o'clock, then called a faithful old servant and told hhntc harness and to go with me to look fot his piaster. Ho thought me crazy, but She Got n New Heart at 113. Few well authenticated coses of ex-treme old age are found that compare with that of Mother Bennett, who lives near Greenville, Ala., and whose age, by the best of witnesses,, the family Bible, is 115 years. She did not unite with any church until in her 112th year, and was then immersed according to Baptist rites by, a young minister scarcely 22 years of age. Cor. Philadelphia Ledger. Miss Maria Bowen Chapin is an-nounced to be the editor of Near and Far, a journal to be started in the in-terest of the WorlHnc 'Girls' clubs. One of the coolest and most deliberate attempts at suicide recorded is that of Benjamin Hunter, the murderer of John Armstrong, in Camden, N. J.," in 1879. Hunter was confined in the "murderers' cage" in the county jail under charge of the death watch. He complained of chilliness one night, and was permitted to wrap his lower extremities in a blanket. He had previously torn off the rim of his tin cup with his teeth, and had it concealed in his trousers pocket. Talking on commonplace topics to his guard, Hunter secretly took the jagged strip of tin from his pocket, and, con-- ! cealing his movements with the blanket, began cutting into an artery in his left leg. The blood spurted out in jets, and the flow was concealed by Hunter spreading the blanket out like a skirt He became so weak that he was unable to continue the conversation, and the guard's sus-picions were aroused. He made an ex-amination, and found that the murderer was bleeding to death. Physicians were summoned, a ligature was applied and Hunter's life was saved. He was after-ward hanged, and it was pretty gener-ally believed that he was dead from fright and sedatives before the cord tightened around his neck. New York Press. j . : A Mania for Chocolate. There is a young lady in the Clifton Springs sanitarium who is under treat-ment for an uncontrollable appetite for chocolate. To such an extent has she eaten sweets of this kind that her skin has become a chocolute color. Every merchant in the place who sella choco-late has been warned not to sell the young lady anything containing choco-late. A few days ago, however, the young lady went to a store in Clifton and asked for two pounds of chocolate candy. The merchant told her he was not allowed to sell her candy of that kind, but upon her stating that she did not want it for herself he sold her the candy. ,Tho young lady took it to her room, and did not desist until she had eaten every particle. A severe sickness was the result. Boston Journal. Pinions Are Wings, But Bowles Mr. Stiffany, 1 would like you to fix the wings of this watch. . Stiffany Wings? I do not understand you. ' ' ."Jiwles Perhaps Ihavent got it right Wnat are those appendages by which a butterfly is enabled to fly? Pin pin Stiffany Pinions? Bowles Oh, yea; fix the watch's pin-ions. - ; n i :', Stiff aUy-- Oh t Jewelers' Circular. i . |