Evening Tribune. (Galveston, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 26, Ed. 1 Wednesday, December 4, 1889 Page: 3 of 8
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THE CANADIAN GOVERNMENT AFFIRMS THE SU-
PERLATIVE PURITY AND STRENGTH
OF THE “ROYAL.”
world do you mean?
Johnny—Yes; he’s holding an ink-
quest. He says he can’t find the bottle
afiywhere,—Yenowine’s News.
What He Was Doing.
Mrs. Cumso—Father’s holding an in-
To my friends and the public in general: As
my stock of Marble, Granite and. Tiles is arriv-
ing by every steamer direct from the quarries,
I extend a cordial invitation to all to call and
examine same at my yard, corner Tremont and
avenue I.
Having purchased of the American Well
Works and M. E. Chapman .their tools and
patent rights for sinking Artesian Wells on
this island, we hereby notify all who contem-
plate using said patents and tools on this
island that we will defend our rights to the
full extent of the law.
J. W. BYRNES S CO
What Would Suit Him.
Secretary Jackson, of Castle Garden,
received the following from Ranch-
keeper H. Collis, who lives alone at
Lethbridge, in the British queen's do-
minions in the remote northwest:
Dear Sir—I read in The New York Herald some I
time ago that you had provided some men out I
west with wives. Being in want of one myself, I )
Because It Rained.
Professor C---had gone to spend the even-
ing at a friend’s house When he was about
to leave it was raining cats and dogs, where-
fore the hostess kindly offered him accommo-
dations for the night, which he readily ac-
cepted. Suddenly the guest disappeared, no-
body knowing what had become of him, and
the family were about to retire for the night
when Professor C---walked in as wet as a
drowned rat. He had been home to fetch
his night shirt!—San Francisco Argonaut.
Light as a Magnetizer.
Shelford Bidwell has published a prelimi-
nary notice of certain experiments made by
i him, which apparently show that a piece of
iron can be slightly magnetized by allowing
a ray of light to fall upon it. Mr. Bidwell
does not consider the results entirely free
from suspicion, but, if further experiments
confirm the experiment, it is of the highest
importance, and will go far to prove that
light is an electro-magnetic disturbance—a
theory which many other facts apparently
tend to confirm.—New York Telegram.
At Justus Zahn,
. Successor to Rose & Zahn, fhe best
cabinet photos are still $2.50 per dozen.
I would I could a-wooing go,
Quick would I fare unto the hall
Where Bessie, with her cheeks aglow,
Hums with the wheel against the wall;
And down before the feet I’d kneel
Of Bessie at her spinning wheel.
The sunlight gleams the hills athwart,
To color roses, wheat and wine;
So down the valleys of my heart
Do bonnie Bessie’s blue eyes shine.
They shine on me until I reel
Like her own restless spinning wheel.
Fair Bessie with the golden hair,
Sweet Bessie with the deep blue eyes,
Is twisting for my heart a snare
Each time the slender spindle flies,
A snare for me which I shall feel,
Caught by the fate which turns the wheel
And so I must a-wooing go,
And quick betake me to the hall
Where, ivy creeps and roses blow,
And Sol flings kisses o’er the wall,
And at the dainty feet must kneel
Of Bessie at her spinning wheel.
—Atlanta Constitution.
The Editor’s Mistake.
‘‘Do you ever receive contributions
written on both sides of the paper?”
asked a gentleman, entering a newspa-
per office. “No, sir; never,” emphat-
ically replied the editor. “All right; 1
was going to indorse this check to your
order, but I don’t want you to break your
rules.” Then he went out leaving the
editor in a deep green study.—Yonkers
Statesman.
FREE PICTURE.
The Mouth Bowl.
The English “nasty” is the only word
that exactly fits the new mouth bowl.
How such an abomination ever recom-
mended itself for one instant to people
of refined tastes I cannot conceive. I
have been taking notes on its adaptabili-
ty to decent use. The first person whom
I saw make a trial of it was a dainty
young debutante. She was very young,
very sweet and very shy, and she only
essayed the feat because she thought she
must.
She took one tiny sip of the scented
water and gave it a modest little swish
behind her pink lips. Then the critical
instant arrived. Could she, should she?
Why, it was nothing more or less than—
spitting! Her sweet face grew very pink,
she gave one little gulp, and swallowed
the mouthful. The next attempt was
made by a polished young fellow, who
was equal even to so trying an emer-
gency. But with all his deftness I was
reminded of a Chinese iaundryman in
the active practice of his profession.
Let us not even go on with the protest.
The very idea is nauseating to a sensitive
mind.—Woman About Town in New
York Sun.
If you want a fresh imported cigar
from the La Sabrosa factory, Havana,
get it at Colosia Bros., Market street. *
Joe Marrero’s wines, liquors and An-
heuser beer are the best. o
Better Than a Cat.
The barn owl, when she has young, brings
to her nest a mouse about every twelve min-
utes, and, as she is actively employed both at
evening and at dawn, and as male and fe-
male hunt, forty mice a day is the lowest
computation we can make. How soft is the
plumage of the owl, and how noiseless her
flight? Watch her as she floats past the ivy
tod, down by the ricks, and silently over the
old wood; then away over the meadows,
through the open door and out of the loop-
hole of the barn, round the lichened tower
and along the course of the brook. Presently
she returns to her four downy young, with a
mouse in one claw and a vole in the other,
soon to be ripped up, torn and eaten by the
greedy, snapping imps. The young and eggs
are found in the same nest. If you would
see the midday siesta of these birds, climb
up into some haymow. There in an angle of
the beam you will see their owlships snoring
and blinking wide their great round eyes;
their duet is the most unearthly, ridiculous,
grave noise conceivable, like nothing else
you ever heard. Here they will stay all day,
digesting the mice with which they have
gorged themselves, until twilight, when they
again issue forth upon their madcap revels.
This clever mouser, then, has a strong claim
to our protection; so let not idle superstition
further its destruction.—Macmillan’s Maga-
zine.
There will be world’s fairs enough in
1892 to go round. That is settled. Of
course the United States will have one.
Spain has officially given notice of an in-
ternational exhibition at Madrid, in com-
memoration of Columbus’ voyage, and
there is a probability that Italy will hold
another.
Interviewing.
Interviewing is an application of, and is
justified by, the axiom that the shortest dis-
tance between two given points is in a
straight line. Newspapers are published to
furnish information. Information doesn’t
seek them; they have to seek it. Interview-
ing is just as necessary to get “news” as it is
to get “views.” Interviewing began with
the publication of the first newspaper. But
it took newspaper publishers some time to
find out that the public is about as much in-
terested in what people of note think about
what is going on as in what is going on.
They are only just finding this out in Eng-
land.
There is a good deal of nonsense written
about persecution by the interviewer. If a
man doesn’t want to be interviewed, all he
has to do is to say “no” and stick to it, and
that settles it. There are many people who
like to see their opinions in print, but they
don’t wish to have it appear that they seek
publicity for them. Even the most conceited
and egotistical of men desire a reputation for
modesty. I once traveled fifty miles to inter-
view an ex-governor who had requested that
a reporter be sent to interview him. But the
interview was not prefaced by the statement
that “ex-G-overnor----sent for a reporter to
interview him.” On the contrary, it was pre-
ceded by the observation that the reporter
had sought ex-Governor---and that he “re-
luctantly consented” to give his views, etc.
There is a good deal of humbug in this world,
and a reporter sees rather more of it than
most people. But, of course, the sort of no-
toriety seekers above referred to constitute
but a small minority of those who get inter-
viewed.—Cor. Epoch.
Cfewx’ge Mealy Bagged Three in a
Hours, and Did It Easily.
Three bears, two evidently last spring’s
cubs and the other a very large, full
grown bear, were discovered in a turnip
field on Mealy's farm, three miles from
here, last Monday. George Mealy, a 13-
year-old boy, discovered them, and, with-
out saying a word to anybody, hurried
home and got his father’s gun. Hasten-
ing back to the turnip field, he found
that the bears had walked over to the
far side of the field, adjoining a piece of
woods. The boy hunter stole round
through the woods and got to that side
of the field to see the big bear and one
of the small ones entering the woods out
of gunshot.
The other small bear had lingered some
distance behind. Young Mealy crept up
a few rods closer and lodged a charge of
buckshot in the bear’s vitals, killing it
almost instantly. He dragged the bear
home and surprised the family, no
other member of which was aware that
there was a bear within ten miles of
them. It was in the forenoon when the
boy discovered and killed the bear. The
killing filled him with ardor, and along
in. the afternoon he sneaked the gun out
of the house and made his way to the
turnip patch. He jiad hopes that the
two other bears might have returned to
renew their meal on the turnips. There
were no bears to be seen, but Master
Mealy had plenty of time, and he hid
himself in the edge of the woods, near
the spot where the two had disappeared,
on the chance that they might come
back.
The boy had been in his hiding place
only a few minutes when his heart al-
most jumped out of his mouth at sight
of the big bear’s head that was thrust
between the rails of the fence, scarcely
ten feet from where he lay. Immedi-
ately after the big bear’s head appeared,
the little one’s head was stuck through
the fence a few feet further along.
Neither bear presented a favorable shot
to the young hunter, who lay as quiet
as he could under the circumstances.
Presently both bears climbed the fence
and stood still, taking a survey of the
field. The big bear was nearest the boy,
standing broadside to him. He aimed
at the animal’s side, near the shoulder,
and fired. The bear fell, got up with
difficulty and whirled swiftly around
for several times, blood spurting in a
stream from the wound in her side.
Then she fell in a heap on the ground
and never moved again.
The small bear ran to and fro in a
frightened manner while the bear was
whirling about, and when she fell it
started rapidly across the turnip field
directly toward Mealy’s house. Young
Mealy, satisfied that the big bear was
done for, started for the house as fast as
his legs could carry him. By the course
he took he reached the house before the
fleeing bear had made an appearance
anywhere. The boy dashed into the
house, grabbed some ammunition and
loaded his gun, while his mother looked
on in alarm. The only thing' the boy
said as he tore out of the house was:
“More bears!”
As he dashed out of the yard he saw
the bear come out of the field fifty yards
below the house, cross the road, and make
for a growth of willows along the creek
that runs in the rear of the house.
Judging that the bear would be more
likely to emerge from the willows at the
upper end rather than at the lower, be-
cause a thick growth of woods on that
side of the farm would be brought nearer
to him by doing so, the boy flew across
the lot and reached the creek above the
willows. The bear had not appeared,
but a splashing in the creek showed that
he was on his way out. He came in sight
only a few yards from where Mealy was
standing.
The boy’s aim was as true in this case
as it had been in the other two, and one
shot was all that was required to add the
third bear to his day’s bag. The intrepid
young bear killer dragged the bear up to
the house, where his mother, who had
been watching the chase unable to speak
or move, stood pale and trembling in the
yard. Her boy stretched the bear on the
ground before her, and, mopping his
head and face with his sleeve, said:
“There! If t’other one is wanted, some
one will have to go after it with the
stone drag.”
It wasn't until a hired man, who had
come to tli® house for something, had
gone down to the turnip field and dis-
covered the big bear doubled up with a
hole in her side he could stick his fist in
that the family believed that their
George's prowess had gone so far as
three bears. The three bears weighed
650 pounds.—Forkston (Pa.) Cor. New
York Sun.
Is Consumption Curable.
Read the following: Mr. C. H. Norris,
Newark, Ark., says: “Was down with
abscess of the lungs, and friends and
physicians pronounced me an incurable
consumptive. Began taking Dr. King’s
New Discovers- tor Consumption ; am now
on my third bottle, and able to oversee
the work on my farm. It is the finest
medicine ever made.”
Jessie Middlewart, Decatur,Ohio,says:
“Had it not been for Dr. King’s New
Discovery for Consumption! would have
died of lung troubles. Was given up by
doctors. Am now in best of health.”
Try it. Sample bottle free at J. J.
Schott’s, wholesale druggist. 5
Having a Hobby. j ,
A hobby is a companion in loneliness, a re- < i
source in dullness, a meeting ground for a
congenial spirit who also has a hobby—per-
haps your own—over which to fraternize;
and really, when I begin to sing the praises of
this valuable possession, it is hard to know
where to stop. It is a good thing to become
possessed of a hobby when you are young.
You can acquire an immense amount of
knowledge which will be of valuable service
to you in later life if you have some pet pur-
suit. You may be devoid of all taste for
music, and not be able to draw a straight
stroke; but if these two great talents are de-
nied you, there are many others equally in-
teresting.
Take any science—botany, for example. If
you study it steadily, how much greater will
be your interest in all your walks and wher-
ever you go. Get any cheap primer or book
on the subject, and learn about the formation
of flowers, and when you are out in the coun-
try gather some specimens and try and find
out their class, division, family and genus.
If you wish to form a collection, you will find
doing so most interesting and valuable for
future reference. Until you study botany,
you can form no idea of the great varieties
there are among the wild flowers, and the
wonders and beauties of these seem endless.
In interest, too, how much will you find in
geology, conchology, entomology, phj'siolo-
gy. Or, if sciences do not attract you, is
there no charm in needlework if you are
a woman, carpentering if you are a man,
or gardening, and many other things? Ama-
teur photography is taken up equally by both
sexes, and is often carried to great perfec-
tion. The selection of your special attraction
must depend upon yourself, and if no one
science or pursuit in particular seems to pos-
sess a charm for you, I should make acquaint-
ance practically with one or two, and you
may find the charm is there after all.—
Quiver.
A Wonderful Bee.
If wanting a piano step in to see
That beautiful thing called Emerson B;
You will find there no buzzing and absence of
sting,
For ’tis “chuck full” of music, this beautiful
thing.
As a bee briugeth honey into its comb.
This will bring happiness into your home—
Happiness sweeter'than honey from flowers—
And its music will lighten and shorten the
hours.
Then come to our hive, where now you can see
The wonderful works of this Emerson B.
Thos. Goggan & Bro. are sole agents
for the Emerson pianos in Texas.
Children Enjoy
The pleasant flavor, gentle action and
soothing effects of Syrup of Figs, when
in need of a laxative, and if the father or
mother be costive or bilious the most
gratifying results follow its use, so that
it is the best family remedy known, and
every family should have a bottle.
--THE——
S.MSW1
Prints a Special Texas Edition.
Ten to Twelve Pages and one
Whole Page of Texas Mews
Every Week.
A magnificent copy of one of
Munkacsy’s marvellous paintings,
“Christ Before Pilate,5” or
“Christ on Calvary,” will bo
given with every subscription.THEJ
REPUBLIC a year and a copy ot
either picture free for SI, or both
pictures and the paper a year for
$1.25.
No paper is so valuable for the
country merchant and farmer, as
its enormous circulation, just turn-
ing the point of One Hundred
Thousand, attests. It will run
close to Two Hundred Thou-
sand before 1890. Now is the
time to join th© boom.
Remember you get a free picture
and not less than
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tinues only to May 1, 1889.
Imperial’.................. 73
The strength of Royal is shown to be 23 per cent,
greater than any other.
‘ ‘ The ratio of ash to the total leavening power is from
33 to 46 per cent, greater in the other powders than in the
Royal.*
“Asa result of my investigations, I find the Royal
Baking ^owder far superior to the others. It is pure,
contains none but wholesome ingredients, is of greatest
strength, and should be used in every household in prefer-
ence to any other. F. X. VALADE, M. D.,
“ Public Analyst, Ontario."
The Royal Baking Powder is now used to the exclusion
of others by the United States Government, its advertise-
ments for supplies calling for it by name, as the continued
tests of the official chemists show it to be much higher in
strength and purer in quality than any other brand.
* Indicating from 33 to 46 per cent, greater purity of the Royal.
112 cubic in. per oz.
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The first returns received in Paris I
after the recent ele« ion were from Co-
chin China. This > due to the clocks
in Cochin China b .ng seven hours in
advance of Paris time, so that the tele-
graph was able to transmit the news be- !
fore even the Paris results were known.
The Model Market is open all flav.
Corn fed meats and all varieties of sau-
sage can be had. Call and be convinced,
or ’phone 388. o
You cannot mention a table luxury
that you will not find at Henry Tou-
jouse’s Bijou annex. o
Mrs. Moffet was in despair. No won-
der. Here she was, “a lone, lorn widow,”
who having been left in straitened cir-
cumstances— with only the house in
which she lived to call her own—had
been reduced to the dernier resort of
taking boarders. Well, surely that is
misfortune enough, as all poor, worried,
tired out boarding house keepers can
testify; but now calamity had come upon
her, and she was about to lose her best
paying boarder—lose him just as the
winter was coming on, and the thousand
and one extra expenses which cold
weather is certain to create all to be
met. The immense coal bills, the extra
gas, the endless additions to her already
exorbitant list of expenses.
Mrs. Moffet was a meek little woman,
timid and retiring; she disliked change
in her household affairs, she disliked
worry and anxiety, being naturally
cheerful and lively in disposition, and
she did like Mr. Montgomery. Truman
Montgomery, bachelor, had been a fix-
ture in the Moffet boarding house ever
since Mr. Moffet had “shuffled off this
mortal coil,” which he accomplished in
a hasty manner one day, falling dead in
the street of heart disease.
From the time that the childless widow
had turned away from the lonely grave
under the crisp November sky, and went
back to her desolate home to face her
own poverty, from the time that a mod-
est placard had appeared upon the front
door, stating in clear, concise terms
that there were “rooms to rent” within,
Mr. Truman Montgomery had been her
most distinguished and best paying
boarder. He had been the first to apply,
had secured the most expensive apart-
ment, furnished it to suit himself, and
engaged to take his meals also at the
Moffet table; as time wore on he had
come to be part of the household. Men
might come and men might go, but
Montgomery stayed on forever. And
now this cold morning in early winter
Mrs. Moffet was forced to stand face to
face with the truth. He was going
away. And why? Ah, that was the
worst of it! He had lost money—a large
amount—from his room, and refused to
longer remain in a house where thieves
were harbored.
Mrs. Moffet was a plump, pretty little
woman of some—pshaw! who can guess
a woman’s age? If a woman is really
“as young as she looks,” then Mrs. Mof-
fet could not be much past 30; at all
events she had not yet begun to look out
of the western windows of life, and she
was in every way a charming woman.
She listened to Mr. Montgomery’s story
with alternate horror, terror, despair.
At its close she burst into tears.
“Oh, dear! It is awful!” she sobbed.
“You know that I am ignorant of the
whereabouts of your money; and oh, it
will ruin my house if it gets known!”
“Can’t help it, ma’am. Very sorry,
I’m sure; but then it’s a mere case of self
defense. Can’t stay in a house where I
am liable to—to—be robbed.”
And then Mrs. Moffet bowed with as
much dignity as though she were an em-
press.
“Very well, sir. You know best, of
course, sir. I will have your bill ready
in a few moments, and you”---
“Stay, Mrs. Moffet. I will not leave
until my month is up, which will be in
three days, I believe.”
Mrs. Moffet bowed once more.
“As you like, sir. In the meantime we
will do all in our power to recover the
missing money.”
But Mr. Truman Montgomery looked
blank, for he knew that the money was
gone beyond earthly hope of recovery,
and Mr. Montgomery was a man who,
like Jack Bunsby, “alius knew his own
mind.”
“Poor little thing! How pale she
looks!” he said to himself, as he went
back to his room to go through with a
long and fruitless search once more. “I
wish it had been different. But then a
man can’t stay in a house and look upon
it as a home when he is always losing
money. First, it was that package of
§100—I didn’t say a word to Mrs. Moffet
about that, for fear of hurting her feel-
ings; and then it was a §50 bill; and
now—now it is this package of §5,000.
Too much to lose. Altogether too much,
I declare. Yet I wish it had not hap-
pened here. Lucy Moffet is the sweetest
little woman alive, I think.”
And at that very moment “the sweet-
est little woman alive” was shut up in
her own room in close confab with Frank
Glyndon, one of the boarders, who was
also a private detective.
“He tells me, madame, that he has
lost money here before,” the young man
is saying as he studies Mrs. Moffet’s pale,
agitated face intently; ‘and I really
think—for the sake of the reputation of
your iiouse, if for no other reason—you
ought to have this mystery cleared up.
I’m in favor of searching the boarders. ”
“Mercy!” shrieked Mrs. Moffet. “It
wouldn’t do, Mr. Glyndon. I’d lose the
last one. Fancy searching Col. Overton
and his stylish, fashionable wife—or (
their rooms—to find a stolen package of quest, you say, Johnny. What in the
money. No—no! Whatever you may
see fit to do in this sad business must be
done secretly.”
'She detective took a new’ tack.
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and positively cures Piles, or no pay re-
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satisfaction, or money refunded. Price
25 cents per box. For sale by J. J.
Schott.
“Mrs. Moffet, there is a closet adjoin-
ing Mr. Montgomery’s room. May I oc-
cupy it to-night? I have an idea, and
would like to prove if my theory is cor-
rect. If you consent, I will slip into the
closet after Montgomery has retired
(there is another door, you know), and in
the morning I will make a faithful re-
port to you.”
At last it was settled. There were only
three nights before Mr. Montgomery’s
intended departure. They must make
the best of the time.
The next morning Frank Glyndon
smiled knowingly in Mrs. Moffett’s di-
rection when he met her at the break-
fast table. That smile and the leok
which accompanied it met Mr. Mont-
gomery’s eye, and straightway a strange
conviction was aroused in his breast.
What did it mean? That Mr. Glyndon
was a detective he did not dream.
Shortly after breakfast was over he saw
Glyndon slip a folded scrap of paper
into the widow’s plump hand. This
sight made Montgomery gnash his teeth.
“A billet doux!” he muttered. “Here,
this is going on right before my eyes; I
suppose there will be a wedding next!”
and Mr. Truman Montgomery, as he
left the house and wended his way down
town in search of a new boarding place,
certainly did not feel comfortable.
Now, the scrap of papei- had contained
these words:
“I’ve found out the mystery. Have
some of the boarders—all of them, if
you like—in the upper hall to-night at
about 11, and you will learn the truth.
It was just as I had suspected.”
That very morning Col. Overton an-
nounced his intention of removing him-
self and ultra fashionable wife from the
contaminating influences of Mrs. Moffet’s
boarding house. Poor Mrs. Moffet, know-
ing full well that the others would soon
follow in their wake, was half wild with
anxiety; but she remembered the ap-
pointment for the night, and hoped on.
Eleven struck in loud tones from the
big clock on the stairs, and most of the
boarders, obedient to a hasty summons,
appeared in the hall outside the door of
Mr. Truman Montgomery’s room. A
little later the door was opened noiseless-
ly from within, and the boarders saw
before them Mr. Frank Glyndon. He
held his finger to his lip and pointed
within the room. This is what they saw
by the light of the hall gas: Truman
Montgomery, in dressing gown and slip-
pers—but sound asleep—working away
diligently at the empty grate.
Mrs. Moffet had been unable to have
a fire started in his grate, for the chim-
ney . smoked furiously, and had post-
poned its renovation until the boarders’
departure.
Two dozen eyes watched with breath-
less eagerness while Mr. Truman Mont-
gomery, still in that heavy slumber,
knelt before the grate, and thrusting his
hand up the chimney, brought down an
oblong tin box.
“No wonder the chimney smoked!”
exclaimed Mrs. Moffet, breathlessly.
And right then Frank Glyndon stepped
to Montgomery’s side and slowly and
carefully awakened him.
“Turn up the gas—high, Mrs. Mof-
fet!” commanded Glyndon, firmly. “Mr.
Montgomery—you somnambulist!—your
money is found!”
And so it was. Many such cases have
been known before. Truman Montgom-
ery had only added one more to the list
of such occurrences. The money was
found all safe within the box, from the
one hundred first missing down to the
five thousand, carefully sealed in a pack-
age and marked with the amount in Mr.
Truman Montgomery’s own hand; and
when he realized the truth he could
only stammer forth inaudible apologies,
begging everybody’s pardon in a most
indiscriminate manner.
The next day he sought Mrs. Moffet,
and there was a long private conversa-
tion; when he left her he kissed her and
called her dear Lucy.
Shortly afterward the placard was re-
moved from the door of the Moffet
house—a boarding house no longer; and
only yesterday I read in the papers a no-
tice of a marriage, the contracting par-
ties being named respectively Montgom-
ery and Moffet.—Mrs. E. Burke Collins
in Fireside Companion.
A 13-YEAR-OLD BEAR KILLER.
Underground Water in Australia.
The future of Australia for the next thirty
years will rest with the engineers. The re-
cent discoveries of underground rivers in the
most arid portions of the continent have given
these words a greater significance. The diffi-
culty of Australia has always been the fear
that the land will not support a large popu-
lation. These discoveries of water dispel that
fear. It now appears that the volumes of
rain which fall about once in five years over
the greater part of the Australian continent,
covering with flood the plains which for four
years previously have not known more moist-
ure than might be given in England by a good
fall of dew, find their way through the por-
ous soil into channels and chambers beneath
the surface, where, at a depth of 1,000 or
2,000 feet, they provide an inexhaustible store
of the most precious commodity known to the
Australian squatter. * * * It is only to be
. expected that as more water is brought to
_________. | ^he surface the clouds will take up more
thought I would see if you could do the same for I moisture by evaporation, and the rainfall
me. I have a good farm and hotel, or road ranch, j will increase. Then, with regular rainfall
here, and am pretty well fixed. I would like to | and inexhaustible tanks and creeks, even the
get a good, active girl, about 23 to 26 years old, I Australian squatter might begin to be con-
who can cook and look after the dairy work. I | —Macmillan’s Magazine.
would like a fairly good-looking girl, but am not
particular about complexion as long as she is not
very fair or red headed. I would prefer an Irish,
or English, or Norwegian girl. I am Irish myself,
and am an Episcopalian. If you can find me a
girl I would like you to write to me when to ex-
pect her, as I live forty miles from town, and
would want to be in to meet her. I get my mail
only once a week, so would like as much notice as
possible before you start the girl.
—New York Sun.
The grand ball given by Oleander and
Gulf City councils will take place at Ar-
tillery hall Saturday, December 28, 1889,
and promises to be the event of the sea-
son. Applications for invitations should
be left with Dan’l P. Shaw, J. D. Sawyer,
Thos. J. Kirk, Postoffice street, between
Twenty-first and Twenty-second, Win.
F. Brown, at W. U. telegraph office, and
W. Tholcken at the New Orleans Store.
Tickets can be procured from members
of the arrangement committee. o
Whooping cough and croup are robbed
of all dangerous consequences by the free
use of Chamberlain’s Cough Remedy.
It can always be relied upon, is pleasant
to take, and contains no injurious sub-
stances. For sale by J. J. Schott. o
Col. J. H. Wendl defies competition in
the line of fresh meats, both as to quality
and price. Leave your orders at stall
No. 6, Central Market. o
Are you made miserable by indiges-
tion, constipation, dizziness, loss of ap-
petite, yellow skin? Shiloh’s Vitalizer
is a positive cure. 10
Each unprejudiced official investigation made confirms
previous reports of the great superiority of the Royal
Baking Powder in purity and strength.
The public analyst for the Canadian Government in
his recent report says :
“The following figures show the quantity of leavening
gas per avordupois ounce of baking powder evolved from
each under similar tests and conditions:
“ ‘Royal’.....
“ ‘Cleveland’s’
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