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Show 6 THK SALT LAKE TIMES. THURSDAY JULY-31- 1890 ' - Ladies Bazaar, ARTISTIC NEEDLEWORK. Kemoved to 32S 8- - Main Street Choice line of Piano Covers, Table Covers, Toilet Sets, Opera Bags, Sofa Pillows, Hand Bags Bureau and Sideboard Scarfs, Silk Drapes. Cen-- . ter Piecesand Doylies' Summer Cor-sets. Swiss Embroidered Aorons, Buohing, Ribbon and Zephyr, Wash Silks, Linens and ail tanas of mater-ials. Stamping Done : lemons GiTen A.S. Webster. A. M. Webster. THE FAIR, '. . This week will give special sales in Tinware, CmcfcEryware, GIbimIIn Will Sell: Lawn Chairs at $1.25, worth 1.75-- A No. 1 Gorded Hammock, 90c. One lb Choice Japan Tea, 30c. One box 25 Habanna Cigars, $1.50. " "- - 50 Virginia " $1.75. Call Ye Smokers and Give Our Habannas a Trial. 13 WEST THE FAIE, FIRST S0TJTH SI - KELLY & COMPANY Printers, Blank-Boo- h Makers and Stationers. No. 46 W. Second South St. Salt Lake, - Utati Our facilities (or doing First-Clas- s Job Print-lu-g f.ro of the newest and best. Books Ku led, Printed and Bound to Order. Samples of Kallroad, Mining, Hank and Mer-cantile Work always on hand. Complete line of Office Hupplles, embracing Ina most approved Labor-Bavin- and Economical Inventions. Prices Low. Call on Ui. Price 6c Clark, Scalers In Poultry and all Kinds of Game Fruits, Vegetables, etc., in season. No. IS West First ftouth street, opposite Kimball Block. D. VAN BUSKIRK. OFFICE OV T. C. STE33N3 TheVan BuskirklnvestmontCn GENERAL REAL ESTA'lE BUSINESS TRANSACTED. SPECIAL ATTENTION TO TH FORMING OF SYNDICATES, AGENTS FOR EASTERN CAPITAL We do not handle SNAPS, but GOOD BARGAINS ! EXPERIENCED OPEIATOK3 and Members of the REAL ESTAT3 Exchanj 179 MAIN STREET, corner Second South. Pabst Brewing Co! (Formerly PHILIP BEST) 2vIX."W.A.TJI:E3E, "WIS. Export, Bohemian, Hoffbrau and Select Blue Ribbon Keg and Bottled Beers shipped immediately upon order. --TEE FAMILY TRADE SOLICITED- - FREE DELIVERY! TELEPHONE 3651 B. K. BLOCHX Co., ST. --gent3. GEORGE A. LOWE, Dealer in All Xind of First-Clas- s -- Agricultural Implements- ,- SCHUTTLER FAPM AND FRE1GH3 WAGONS), ColiMg BwMods aidM Carts 1 of every description. Steam Engines, Leffel Wheels. ,; WAREHOUSES . STATE ROAD BETWEEN FIRST AND SECOND SOUTH. --EXCLUSIVE DEALERS I-N-Sole Agents for James Means' $3-0- 0 SllB Spencer & Kimball, 160 Main Street. J. M. STULL & COMPANY, FIIE INSURANCE AO E NTS First-Cla- ss Board Companies Represented. No. 22 East First South St., Salt Lake City, Utah. ' j. E. SELLS, J. TUCKER. H. W. SELLS. Sells & Corripany, Wholesale and Retail Dealers in Lumber. First South street, opposite 14th Ward Assembly Rooms. P. 0. Box 1078. Old Pioneer Vard of Armstrong & Basloy. -::- -W. J. KING-::-- Dealer In TINWARE & HOUSE FURNISHING GOODS. 279 Sontb. Main Street, '. Salt Lake City, Utah. PRINCIPAL POINTS EAST, WEST, NORTH and SOUTH THE CITY TICKET OFFICE. Union - Pacific SYSTEM. MOUNTAIN DIVISION The Only Line carrying the Unite! S5U Overland Mail. Direct Conuectioas all Points North and NEWJIMECARD JMly 23, ie90. UTAH CENTRAL DISTRICT. THE mm FOIIMY' MP MAC1111 COMPANY Telephone 111; : : 421 WEST FIRST SOUTH, : : P. 0. Box IS3. Passenger Trains Arrive and Leave at Salt Lake City as follows: FROM THE NORTH. CQJSa NORTH h & Northern Lii 3:20 a m-- FMt Mail ani1 Utah & Northern Locil 8 '. It a -- I c Emms. 10:n0a.m- - Local Express 1 ' PortlandanaBmte FatMaii ":P-m- - ' Atlantic and Portland & Butte Express i"JB FROM THE L0Cal ExPre3S- - SOOTH MilfordExpresa.... OOISO south. Juab. Provo. Lelii, Irouton'aiirt v',',' u:,a-m- - Jul'. Prove Lehi, Ironton and Eu- - rvka Express.......... a Express J:KTB TtaJa. and. evs3ESxptrerssict. ..Ji GOING west. For G- arfield Beach, daily. , , ' from thr west. ,..ws " a m oui Ciarneld Beach, daily tm. .. I!p.m i ...-- ! !'; .. i:' .. S:p.m ' i'i: . .15n.m I - ,i 8:W .. :lMn ' and TiiiaV r:45Pmi ' " ." .... -. L 'Except Similar. S. W. ECCLES, n p RcrTiiFZ 1 Patronize a Horns Industry. Salt Lake Lithographing and Publishing Co. Lithographers, Printers, Blank Books Makers, and General Stationers. j Engraved Calling Cards and Wedding Invitations WE ARE NOW IN OPERATION and ready for y0ur ; ZHordt'rs. ' Elegant Work at Reasonable Prices, No. 11 West First South street V H. H. VAN CLIEF, Manager. BESSIE AND WILLIE. "What you sitting side of me for!" Bessie's blue eyes opened wider As little Willie Jenkins (' .. ;. Took the vacant seal beside bar. "l had to come," replied tbe boy, "For the teacher told me to; Be said I'd been so naughty I must sit 'longside of you." "Is that what makes you look so crossf Raid Bessie with a smile. "I like to have you sit by me; Can you stay a good long while?" - "I'm 'frald I can't this time," ssid Will, "For 1 wasn't very bad;" "You'll be badder next time won't you?" "Yes," lisped tile little lad. Portland Transcript. off on the steamer for Florida, where he wan intending to Btart an orange orchard. Delia Grey had been summoned to the bedside of a sick neighbor, where she was to remain until late. But Mrs. Blatchford had yet to see the tramp, the wild animal or the tame one of whom she entertained the least fear. She got up and went to the door. There stood a dripping traveler on the threshold. "Is Mrs. Nugent's place near here?" said he, taking off his cap in spite of the lain. "Bless your heart, no!" said Mrs. Blatchford. "It's nine good miles awny on the other road. How ever came you to take this way?" ."I've a parlor organ here," said the music man, glancing backward at tlio dim outline. of a wagon in the road, "that I was to deliver to Miss Nugent." "Guess you'll hardly deliver it to-night," said Aunt Betsey. "A parlor organ, eh? For Mutildy Nugent? Well, I wonder what folly she'll be guilty of next." "Would you kindly allow me to bring It in hern?" asked Mr. Ivos Wayte, with Lis most ingratiatory nir. "What, in all the rain?" "Oh, it is safely packed in rubber wrappings. It won't injure this nice new carpet," said the bland traveler, "that reminds me of one my mother has just finished up in Nantucket." "Yes," said she, "you may fetch it in. I never seen a parlor organ. There was tmancamoby with one in plum time with a monkey at the end of a long THE MUSIC MAN. "Aunt Betsy," said Delia Grey, "can I go over to the Drew place, to singing chool, "No, yon can't, and there's an end oa't," said Aunt Betsey Blatchford, knitting away as if her needled were made of sheet lightning and her elbowa worked by electricity. Delia looked sober enough. She was a, tall, frosh complexioned girl of 17 or 18, with large brown eyes, a forehead nunnounted by naturally curling rings of chestnut hair, and sweet red mouth alway ready to break into gracious entiles. tring" "Oh, this is quite a different affair," winced the music man. "If I could sleep in your barn" "You needn't do that," said Aunt Bct-e- y, quite propitiated by the humble air and manner of this chance visitor. "There's a spare bedroom, opeuin' out of the kitchen that you're welcome to." "Many thanks, madam," bowed the agent. "As I was about to remark, if yon will kindly give me house room I kliould like to play a few airs for you on this instrument, just to show you its tune and compass." "Well," said Aunt Betsey, who never objected to a treat which she could get for nothing, "it would be rather a joke for me to hear Matildy Nugent's organ afore she heard it herself, wouldn't it, now? I guess, young man, you may put it up if it ain't too much trouble." The musio man dried himself before the fire. He refreshed himself with a plate of Aunt Betsey's excellent dough-nuts and a drink of her cider, and then, cheered. both in mind and body, he ap-plied himself to business and soon set the melodoon up in the little sitting room. "It ain't bad lookin'," said Mrs. Blatch-ford, viewing it meditatively. Mr. Ives Wayte sat down before the instrument, and touched it with a master hand. , He played "Rock of Ages," "Shining Shore," "Bruce's Address," "Killarney" and a few such ago worn veterans of melody. "Kin yon play 'Old Rosin the Bow?' " suddenly demanded Aunt Betsey with something like tears in her eyes. "I think I can," said Mr. Ives Wayte, and ho evoked the sadly sweet chords of the old time lay with "crescendo" and "diminuendo" like the wail of a human voice. "Beeins 'most like 'twis speakin'," said Mrs. Blatchford. "I never knowed there was so much in the parlor organs. Be they very costly, mister?" Mr. Ives Wayte named the price. Aunt Betsey hesitated shook her head pondered. "It seems a good deal o' money," said she. "But, arterall, what's money? And Delia, she's dredful fond o' music. I'm most certain she could learn to play that there instrument, and it sort o' sounds nice to hear them old fashioned tunes that folks used to sing when I was a gnl ! My money's my own, I guess, to do as I'm a mind tol" half defiantly. "And I willl I say, Mr. Musicman, if you leave that molodeon just there where it stands, and cart up another for Matildy Nugent, I'll take it, and pay you cash down for it," said Mrs. Blatchford. "There now!" "Well," said he, "since you desire it, I think it might be managed. The instru-mentisher- Thatcountsforsomething." "It's proper sightly," said Mrs. Blatch-ford. "Delia has been a good, hurd work-i-n' girl. Play that last tune over again, Mr. Musioman--ehe'- s comin' up the path now. I heerd the gate latch creak." "Am I dreaming?" she cried. "What iathis? How came it here? Oh, Aunt Betsey" She had worked hard all day making oft soap and finishing off the family ironing, but her labors had been cheered by the anticipation of the evening "sing-ing school" that was to come. ' It is more than likely that Aunt Bet-sey knew all this, but she sat there like a determined Fate in a brown calico gown and fluted cap frills. Aunt Betsey was the autocrat of Redberry farm. She owned the house and the surrounding acres and the quartz mill by the river, and Delia; although by courtesy called her niece, was in reality only a distant relation who, if not taken in and brought up by old Mrs. Blatchford, would have been turned over to the tender mercies of the town poor house. "Delia's a good girl enough," said the iJd woman, "and a spry worker as ever was. But I don't believe in girls larking around the neighborhood the hull time. They're a deal better off at home, sewin' on their patch work or cuttin' rags for a Hew kitchen carpet." . "But I promised the schoolmaster, Aunt Betsey," said poor Delia, her dim-pled face falling like the barometer be-fore a storm. "He's to call for me at half past 71 And he will see me safe home afterward." "Well, lot him go away again," said Aunt Betsey. Delia could hardly c the glitter of the knitting needles through the tears that blurred her vision at these cruel . words. "There's to be a dance out in the old barn afterward," she ventured to add, "and I ironed my pink calico dress so neatly, and my laces are all done upl Oh, Aunt Betsey, I'd work so hard at the carpet rags all the rest of the week if you would lot mo go this once to sing-ing school." Aunt Betsey wheeled hersolf round in her chair and eyed Delia sharply through the moon like glasses of her big silver bowed spectacles. "Well, well, go if you want to," said she, tartly. "Though all this musio is nothin' but clear waste o' time. In my young days if we could Join into the psalm tunes in church it was all folks expected of us!" "Everybody plays and sings nowa-days," ventured Delia, whose loftiest and brightest aspiration was for a melodeon or a cheap parlor organ of her own. "Humph!" commented Aunt Betsey. "They'd a deal bettor play on tbe wash-board and sing calling home the cows! That's the sort o' musio that pays!" ' Delia sighed and abandoned the ques-tion. Consent to go to "singing school" was sufficient of a victory for the pres-n- t time. And when Marcus Wayte, the village pedagogue, called for her at the specified hour she was all ready, in the stiff, rustling, pink dress, the freshly ironed laces and a little pair of brown cotton gloves over frilled ribbon wrist-lets that were entirely new. "But it's the last time," she sighed. "Aunt Botsey thinks that musio is use-less and nonsensical, and she won't have me fooling away my time at singing achool, she says." ' "Oh, Delia and those lessons on the melodeon that I have been giving you at Dr. Bartlett's." '"They will all be of no use," said Delia, with a little tremor in her voice. "Does she know that people sometimes arn their living by the aid of music?" persisted Wayte. "She don't believe it!" ' "And yon have such a taste for it, Delia! Nay, more than a taste a decided talent. Oh, we must not let the thing drop. You must have a melodeon it (won't cost much to hire one by the quar-ter and go on with your lessons!" Delia shook hor head. ' "It will be impossible," said ehe, mournfully, Til see about that," said Marcus "Wayte. "My cousin) is in the business. I'll send him to see your aunt." Delia shrugged her pink calico shoul-ders. "Ah," said she, "you don't know Aunt Betsey!" 'l "Well," smiled Marcus, "we'll see." Mr. Ives Wayte listened with the most earnest interest to the tale of his cousin, the schoolmaster. ' "Got a real talent for music, eh?" . aaid he. "A most decided one." "And poor?" '' "She is," answered Marcus, "But the old lady has plenty of money, if only she chose to spend it in this way; and she ought to do so." ' "Plenty of money? And plenty of pre-judices, eh?" "That is it, exactly," Baid Marcus, ami ling. "Very well. I'll promise to do the best X can to oblige you, Mark. For," ad-ded ; Mr. Ives Wayte, with a geniul twinkle of the eye, "I se your heart is In the business." "It is," frankly conftwsed Marcus. 'For if Delia Grey could be qualified to give music lessons we might be married nd take the Weirsells academy at once a day and boarding school, don't you see? And she is the dearest little thing." Mr. Ives Wayte laughed. "It's as good as done," said he. It was a dreary, rainy night toward j the close of that dreariest month of all the year the sad No vernier when there came a knock at Mrs. Blatchford's door. She was all alojie. Thomas Bates, the hired man. had gone to see his brother "It s a present I m goin to make you, Delia," said the old lady, with beaming eyes. "Come here and kiss me!" And I'll hire Miss Barton to give you musio lessons and we'll take solid comfort out o' this 'ero! See if we don't!" The music man pocketed a roll of bills and went his way rejoicing. Marcus Wayte heard the tidings with great joy. Little Miss Barton welcomed the news of a new scholar with heartfelt thank-fulnessand Aunt Botsey went around the houso humming "Those Evening Bells" aud wiping the dust off a new joy every few minutes. 'It's something to get ahead o' Matildy Nugent," said she. "And Delia's been a good, dutiful gal all her life!" "Didn't I tell you it was us good as done?" said Ives Wayte to his cousin when next thpy met "I think," said Marcus, laughing, "vou ught to have a diplomatic appoint-ment." "It pays better to be an agent," the music man composedly. Toi routo Mail. FOUR BOOKS NOW IN PRE89. Ben Butler's "Memoirs," Mrs. Grent'sIJt- - tle Volume, Talmago's "Utn of Christ" end McAllister's Story of tlie "400." fBpeclal Correspondence. New Yoiik, July 17. Four books now in the press are going to attract a good deal of attention. The first is Ben Butler's "Memoirs." This life of the hero of New Orleans will be more ex-citing than fiction, for it will be the truth as Butler sees it. Ben Butler has positive ideas on all subjects. ' The book was begun nearly a year ago, but only after urgent solicitations by the publish-ers. At first Mr. Butler refused to lis-ten to a proposition to write the story of his life. "I am getting old," he said, "and have fought all the battles I care to fight. If I should write what I know you would hear a fcowl from one end of the Union to the other. For I shall tell the truth, no matter who it hits, and when the book is published, if it ever is published, there will be more fur flying in the air than any one man has ever seen before." After much solicitation Mr. Butler de-cided to take up his pen, and the result is a volume couched in strong, vigorous English on the episodes of the war, the making and unmaking of presidents and some facts about men whose confidences he enjoyed. Another book that is apt to attract quite as nuh attention is the little vol-nm- o that the widow of Gen. Grant is preparing. "I make no pretense to literary fin-ish," she said the other day, "and I am. writing the simple narrative of my life more for my children than for anybody else. From the day when Gen. Grant went until the last scene of all at Mount McGregor there was so much crowded into our lives that our children never heard of that I am going to tell the story from the beginning in my own way, so that when I am gone, as I soon shall go, they will know things more clearly than they do now. Perhaps this little volume will not interest the pub-lic. I hardly suppose it will, but it will interest my children. Gen. Grant's life was such a busy one and his privacy so constantly broken into on account of public duties that there are a dozen chapters in his career and mine that have never been written. I shall at-tempt to supply all these deficiencies, for I have all the letters he sent me from the beginning to the end, scores of stories that have never been printed, a barrel-- f ul of letters on all sorts of topics from all sorts of people, and these I shall put together in narrative form, so that my children may read them and know their father and mother better than they do now. 1 do not mean of course to pub-lish indiscriminately all the letters he sent me when we were lovers and all the letters that came to him while he was a general in the army and president of the United States. A number of these are sacred. What I do not print I shall destroy. "I am doing all the writing with my own hand; I cannot dictate a sentence. Occasionally my son Ulysses comes trt my aid, and then I get along faster. Since it was first said that I was writing this book 1 have received a score of offers from publishers for other work, but I j have had to refuse them all. It was rihvaieallv imnnnsihla for me to writn more than a few pages a day, no matter how hard I worked." The third hook that is going to attract attention is Dr. T. Do Witt Talmago's life of Christ. It is called "From Man-ger to Throne," and in a few weeks will see tbe light of day. It is a biff volume, written in Talmago's best style. It is filled with pictures of scenes in the Holy Land, where the doctor spent four months lant winter, and it is likely to upset tradition in moro ways than one. It is one of the surprising things abont Talmago that he manages to do so much literary work. The making of a new volume is no trouble to him. He had the copy of this latest book in the print-- j er's hands a few weeks after his arrival from the Holy Land. Most of it he wrote with his own hand. Occasion-ally he used a stenographer for dio? tation, but not often. Still another book that is going to bo talked about is Ward McAllister's vol-ume on Now York society. It will tell of "the 400" who compose it, the usages of good society and a lot of other facts about entertaining, calling, visiting, dinner giving and matters of like im-portance to those of a social disposition and blessed with largo tank accounts. Postkb Coates. Walter Webb. New York, July 17. Walter Webb, second vice president of tho New York Central and Hudson ltiver railroad, is a remarkable man. He is a son of the late celebrated James Watson Webb and a brother of Dr. Seward Webb, who some time ago made a tour through the west in a special train valued at upward of $500,000. Mr. Webb started iu his life work as a lawyer, then he dipped into banking, and afterward took an execu- - tive position in the Wagner Palace Car company. Well informed men say that if he continues to show the same amount of genius which he has hitherto dis-played there is a strong probability of his succeeding Mr. Depew as president of the New York Central when the latter gets ready to leave tho work. Mr. Webb is about 35 years old, of medium height and of apparently slight build. Judg-ing from his appearance on the street a good stiff breeze would blow him over. But this appearance of weakness is only seeming. He is in reality one of the most perfect Fjiecimens of the good results of physical training in the couu-tr- Athletes say that when stripped Mr. Webb presents an almost faultless pbysiquo. Ho is regarded as tho finest amateur lightweight boxer in New York city. He displays his science only in the presence of liis friends, and then purely for training purposes. Although his business is pressing, as he is connected with one or two banks in addition to his railroad duties, he manages to put in an hour every day with the gloves. In re-spect of exercise Mr. Webb is in direct contrast to Mr. Depew, the latter never exercising merely for the sake of the benefit to bo derived. . J, The Birch Tree. The birch is capable of supporting a much greater degree of cold than any ' other tree. In the Old World its north-e-limit is 71 degs. upon the west nd 08 degs. upon the east coant; in America its northern limit is 84 dogs, upon the west and 58 dogs, upou the east. In (hirmany the highest elevation at which it is found is 5,200 feet above tho level i of the sea: in Sweden nt 8,000 feet, and in Lapland at 1,723 feet. It is worthy of remark that this tree decreases in size not only as it advances toward the north, but also as it proceeds southward beyond the limits of its native region. It attains its highest perfection and greatest height in Germany and south-ern Sweden. The birch is not particular in its choice of soil or situation, and will grow almost equally well in sandy, rocky, dry or damp soil. London Gar-do- n is authority for the foregoing state-ments. The Flint Horse Trotting. The first public horse race in America was trotted in 1818 in New York. It had been asserted that there was not a horse in the country which could trot a mile in three minutes. Maj. William Jones, of Long Island, aud Col. Bond, of Maryland, sustained the opposition and brought out the horse Boston Blue, which won the race. His time is gi-e-n as just three minutes. Previous to this, however iu Juno, 1800 the horse Yan-kee is reported to have trotted at Har-lem, N. Y., in 2:59 on a short track, and Boston Horse is credited with having made a mile at Philadelphia 1810 in 2:48i. Detroit Free Press. .New York's theosophical society is made up of all kinds of religious be-lievers. Spiritualists liave sat side by side with hardshell Baptists and digni-fied churchmen of every denomination. The meetings are opened with the read-in- n of an old Hindoq book. |