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Show THE SALT LAKE TIMES: SATXDAY. AUGUST 13, 1892 . fil"; J " - j, rj UNLOAD. UNLOAD. :UNLOADf i After To-Da- y, We Give Clothing Away i WM- - TIT PRICES SO LOW YOU CAN. MAKE MONEY By BUYING. & VfHY? " BECAUSE WE ARE HEREWE ARE -t- he -- fIHE FACT IS Tha- t.- Ne I P l . early part of tyjj . . we will make a bwEi qi the mercury hovering way up in the nineties and almost 60 days more o3 the entire lot of clothing in a GRAND CLEARANCE SALE. 1 of this hot weather to endure. On the other hand, Telegrams from our LJ We are going to sell these goods so cheap that it will be like selling j I Eastern Buyers come flashing over the wires, informing us of their big y a CQH 00 POT T PTPPF POP CIO 00 'r--X I purchases of. Fall and Winter Goods and of their shipment thereof. j A bULLI flLL fUR . - i We are crowded for room, and when these new goods arrive, we j j ' ROOM is what we want. ROOM is what we mustrand shall fo : won't know where to put them. Upon looking over our stock of Custom have, no matter how much the sacrifice may be. You Get tub Bence&i? 1: j Made Summer Clothing, we find the amount thereof to be greater than j I of our predicament. You get the benefit of the Tumble Down P&ices. ;! !j we at first supposed. . What are we to do? When our winter goods Prices are what people want, and they are so low that you will haa to vs arrive; we must have a place to put them. : : : ; : : : : stoop to pick them up. . . ' . . " ;i t.ww.i1MMiii!M;uWjJ. jwmajHi .m,.. .. . li p,,.., ,,..... i8u,-iT- Oa B..Tt4ffimw OApr I ) T7VT On your to work. On your way from work. - Any time ,. i W We will meet YOU. And fit YOU, And "SUIT" YOT EASTERN MISFIT CLOTHING PARLORS, io E. 2nd South. 1 BUGGIES AND CARRIAGES ' OGKIDIEnSr. X-Z- EJ CITT. LOOAUi' jl CARRIAGE WA EEHOUSES OF.... .Ay tjy GEO. A. LOWS --L- 145 STATE ST, SATiTlTAKEiC33J'Z CAUTION 5 Parties wishing to purchase the Columbus Buggy Cos vehicles are notified ttef triere are many imitations now on the market and being sold as COLUMBUS Buggies. The fact that they are made in Columbus, Ohio, where the Columbus Buggy Cqs Buggies are made, is the ground on which imitators claim the right to so designate their manufactures, but the public are warned that the genuine COLUMBUS BUGGY COS Vehicles have the name in full on the name plate Kke fac simile below. r . . N " r f, ' ft ,f I have been agent for the COLUMBUS BUGGY CO. for many years and the qualtt'of their goods has been steadily advanced until to-da- y they are, without exception, tho fittBStr' and most, elegant vehicles for a reasonable price that can be purchased anywhere. I should be pleased to have you call and inspect my stock of these elegant vehicles, and think tnat out of the large assortment I have there is something that just suits you, " GEO. A. LOWE " ' ' ! , , , cial) Conic, drop that; 'tain't in the contract. Besides, we're just running into King's Cross. Maybe the Lord Chancellor himself s on the platform. What would he say if he caught you at it? (The train glides slowly in; porters ac-company it, running alongside; there is a crowd, expectant, cabs and carriages in the distance, and some excitement.) Mr. Perks You'll just keep your places, please, while I make my report. (Leaves carriage, which he locks be-hind him, and stands there till he is joined by a small posse of people, the station-maste- r, followed by two tip-staves of the Court of Chancery; last of all, a fussy, plethoric-lookin- g old gen-tlcn- ia 1.) Mr. Perks (pointing his thumb over his shoulder) There they arc. Old Gentleman Take him. Hand-cuff him if he resists. You have your warrant. Lord F. Mr. Quibble, I think? Old Gentleman Lord Fitz-IIugh- ! Lord V. At your service. The young lady let me hand her over to you; my duty is done. I have escorted her safely to tow 11. And these gentlemen friends of yours? What do you want? (to the tipstaves. First Tipstaff We arrest you, Cap-tain Bel!. Mr. Quibble (hastily interposing) No, no; it's all a mistake. This is Lord FiU-Ilugh- . Don't touch him; an action would lie for false imprison menf. Lord F. So I should think (haughtily). Who dares to interfere with me? Stand aside! Cjood-day- , Mr. Perks, 1 will rep-resent your service to the directors. Au revoir, Miss P.rignolles. I shall do my-self the pleasure of calling on you to-morrow, at Miss B. Mr. Quibble's, Bryan-to- n Square. Come early, and (gaily looking at Mr. Quibble) stay to lunch. Mr. Q. (hesitatingly) Oh, 1 should be delighted, honored, but my wife is out of town, and all my establisement. I fear it will be hardly possible Lord F. Never mind; don't apolo-gize. I'll take her out to lunch instead. We'll ask the Vice-Chancello- r. He shall do propriety. Good-by- . I sec my brougham over there. (Exit, after shaking hands warmly with Miss Brignolles, leaving Mr. Quib-ble, Perks, and the tipstaves looking at each other in breathless, speechless, hopeless amazement, while Miss Brig-nolles laughs aloud in childish glee.) (After many more scenes, various as in every lovesuit, the curtain falls to a tableau; interior ci George's Hanover Square fashionable ' wedding in pro-gress.) Bishop of N. And wilt thou, Emmcl? ine, take this man, Frederick, etc. lodge stood back from the road ; the gar-dener's daughter was called Pcrrine. We were lovers. ii. She was sixteen. What roses in her cheeks! As many blossoms as there were on the pear tree. It was beneath the pear tree that I said to her: "Perrine, my Perrine, when will you marry me?" nr. Everything smiled about her; her hair, in which the wind played gently; her bare feet in their little wooden shoes; her hands, which drew down the over-hanging boughs to breathe in the per-fume of the flowers, her pure brow; her teeth, white between her red lips. Ah! I loved her dearly. "Our wedding will be in the harvest-time,- " she said, "if the emperor does not carry you off as a soldier." IV. When the day for the drawing of lots arrived I lighted a taper; the idea of leaving her was more than I could bear. The Holy Yirgin be praised! I drew the highest number! But to Jean, my foster brother, a worse lot fell. I found him weeping and saying: "Mother, my poor mother!" v- - "Console yourself, Jean; I am an or-phan, and will go in your stead," I said to him impulsively. He would not believe me. Perrine stood under the pear tree, her eyes filled with tears. They were more beautiful than her smiles. She said to me; "You have done a noble thing. See, my Pierre, I will wait for you." vt. Right, left, right, left! Forward, march! So wc reached Wagram. Pierre, be brave! Here is the enemy. I saw a line of fire. There were live hundred cannons thundering at once, and smoke oppressed the lungs and blood soaked the feet. I was afraid to look behind me. vir. Behind me was the village and the pear tree whose blossoms had changed into fruit. I closed my eyes and saw Perrine, who was praying for me. God be praised! Pierre, be brave! Forward, forward! Right, left! Aim, fire! Charge bayonet! "Ah, ah! the recruit docs well. Boy, what is your name?" "Monsieur, my name is Pierre." "Pierre, I make you a corporal!" Mil. Perrine O my Perrine! Corporal! Hurrah for war! The day of battle is a holiday. To rise in the army, all that is necessary is to put one foot foremost. Left, right! "Was it you, Pierre?" "Yes, your majesty." I received my epaulets. There were plenty on the shoulders of marked by the dead; here, the river; there, the enemy ; on both sides, death! "Who w ill place the first pontoon?" "I, Monsieur." "Always you, Captain." He gave me his cross. x. God be praised! Perrine, my Perrine, you will be so proudof me. Thecampaign is ended, and I have my leave. Ring, bells, for our wedding. The road is long, but hope travels fast. Down there, behind that hill, there is the vil-lage. I recognized the belfry. The bells are ringing. XI. Ringing; but the pear tree? The month of flowers has come, but still I do not see the flower-lade- n branches. I had always seen them from afar. That was because I used to come on foot. They had cut down the tree of my early love. The blossoms had come. All the bright blossoms, bet its branches lay scattered on the ground. XII. "Why are the bells ringing, Mat-thieu- ?" . "For a wedding, Monsier 1c Capi-taine.- " 4 Matthieu did not know me. A wedding! He told the truth. The bride and groom ascended the steps of the church. The bride was Pcrrine, my Perrine, joyous and more beautiful than ever. Jean, my brother, was the bridegroom. XIII. The people around me were saying; "They love each other." "But Pierre?" I asked. "What Pierre?" they answered. They had forgotten me. .XIV. I knelt at the church-door- . I prayed for Perrine, and I prayed for Jean; all that I loved on earth. The service over, I gathered a blos-som from the . pear-tre- e poor little withered blossom and went on my way without looking back. God be praised! They love each other. They will be happy. xv. "Monsieur!" - "You arc back already, Pierre?" "Yes." "You arc only You will be a General, a,nd you will be knighted. If you wish, I will give you a countess for a wife." Pierre took from his breast a withered flower, plucked from the fallen pear-tree- . "Monsieur, my heart is like this. I wish a post in the vanguard, where I can die as a Christian soldier." . XVI. The post in the vanguard was given him. At the end of the village there is the grave of a colonel killed on a day of victory In place of a name there are these three words: "God be praised." Translated from the Spanish for Romance. A WAR NOVEL, i. A pear tree stood at the end of the village. In the cprinjimc it seemed like a nosegay of flowers. The gardener's the dead. "Monsier, a thousand thanks" and, on to Moscow! , On the vast, snow-covere- d plains a road |