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THE HURON EXPOSITOR.
TM./ STRANGE STORY OF
BEETHOVEN KOFFSKY.
I had known Beethoven Koffaky for some
years and had edways been interested in him
and his naarvellous gift of music. He was a
curious half-starved looking creature, jerky
and voluble of speech, addicted to gesture,
sensitive, enthusiastic, ridiculously vain'and
as guileless and easily duped as a child. This
last characteristic accounted, perhaps, for
his never getting on, in spite .of his genius.
He was a composer -and a very fine com-
ppser, too -but he seemed quite unable to
irnpresa publishere with a right view of his
talents. Occasionally he would get a song
pablishecl, or a tuneless and inferior piano-
forte piece, but after a day or two of
affluence he would always sink into his
habitual slough of poverty. Koffsky's
mother had been an Englishwoman, and
from here he told me, he had inherited his
singular genius anu paesion for music; it
was she too, who had insisted on bestowing
upon him the seinewhat ambitious name of
Beethoven. Koffeky had adored his mother,
and could never Speak of her without tears.
So far as I could leant, she had never known I
a happy or comfortable moment from the
day of her runaway marriage with Koffsky
pere, and 1 was quite glad to learn that the
poor creature bad been at peace now for
many years under the scanty earth of a
crowded London graveyard. Koffeky rarely
mentioned his father, and all I had ever
gathered about this parent was that he was
a Pole and still lived in some remote corner
of his native land, whence his son evidently
did not care to unearth him.I had my own
idea of what kind of man the elder Koffsky
had been, and privately thought that it was
from him Beethoven had inherited his long,
matted hair, his wild, brilliant eyes, and his
rooted aversion to 'map and collars. 'Not
that I blamed Koffsky for a constitutional
leaning toward dirt; he was a Bohemian,
and dirt is as dear to the Bohemian as his
tub to the military men or his club to the
swellt
Of course Kaffeky was married; he was
just the kind of incompetent, improvident-,
incapable kind of man who was bound to
marry and burden the nation with a family
of paupers. I wet' very sorry fer his wife.
She was a poor little nursery governese when
Kaffeky first met her, with five disagreeable
children to take care of. I suppose she
thought any life would be preferable to the
one she was leading, and K.offeky, though
grimy, was a good-looking man, and ex-
tremely interesting and even attractive when
considered in the fight of a musical genius.
Once married, I am not sure that Mrs.
Koffeky continued Jong to think that she
had improved her position. Mary was a
pretty, delioate-lookiug little creature, and
the life she led was too hard for her.
In the course of four years the Koffskys
had as many children, and the wife's hands
were very full. I often dropped in at their
miserable little lodginge, and it was a pitiful
eight to sae poor little Mary struggling with
those four singularly unmanageable children.
She worked hard to bring them up in her
own ideas of cleanliness, but their Polish
blood and their fatheris example were too
much farher-soap and water held no piece
in the young Koffeky's scheme of life, and
even the baby kicked and screamed when
the long-euffering mother endeavored _to
wasla its face.
"The children are too much for me, Mr.
Blencowe," fetid Mrs. Kaffsky, ruefully;
"there's too much Beethoven in them."
She was right; there was decidedly too
much Beethoven in them.
And yet Koffsky was a very good fellow;
he Was devoted to his wife and children and
would do anything for them -short of get-
ting on in the world. That was too much
to as of him. The poor knew' was a born
dupe -not a day passed thel he was not
cheated by somebody. But what a genius
he was. He would improvise by the hour
together, on either violin or piano, weird
music that made one's- blood creep and
curdle -or at least I could imagine that the
blood of a leea prosaic person than myself
might have gone through that singular pro-
cess. Then Koffeky became a changed be-
ing ; his dark hair thrown back from his
pale brow, his wild eyes shining with a
curious light of passion and inspiration, hie
whole frame quivering with emotion -he
seemed no longer Koffeky. At such mo-
ments music claimed him entirely for her
own ; he forgot the world he lived in and
appeared to ignore his nearest and dearest.
I had an example of this one day when I
went to see the Koffsky. The eldest child,
an urchin five years old, with his finger in
his month and his pinafore in a state of dirt
only to be achieved by a Koffsky, opened
the door and pointed mutely upatairs. I
skilfully avoided colliding with one child
who was sliding down the banietere, aud by
a desperate leap managed to clear the baby
which was crawling up the. stairs, and ar-
rived safely in the tittle sitting room. At
night this became the children's eleeping
room, but during the day Mrs. Kolfsky
sewed there and always kept it neat and
tidy, in the teeth of what difficulties Beaven
and herself could alone know. Kcffsky was
seated at the piano (the one article in that
ugust
Flower9,
Prim Dyspepsia.
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recommend it to all Dyspeptics as a
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Lauzon, Levis, Quebec, writes: "1
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best possible results for Dyspepsia."
C. A. Barrington, Engineer and
General Smith, Sydney, Australia,
writes: "August Flower has effected
a complete cure in ray case. It act-
ed like a miracle."
Geo. Gates, Corinth, Miss. ,writes:
"1 consider your August Flower the
best remedy in the world for Dys-
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that disease, but used several bottles
of August Flower, and now con-
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recommend this medicine to suffer-
ing humanity the world over." ®
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Woodbury, New Jersey, U. S. A.
-I don't want you -go away -you disturb
"You see?" said Mrs. K.offsky, sadly;
"it is a little hard, is it not?"
A fortnight later, as I sat in my rooms
plowing away at the connnon law and feel-
ing more sympathy with the breakers of
laws than the makers of them, Koffsky
darted in in a wild state of excitetnent.
"What's up?" I asked, glad of any in-
terruption in my uncongenial task.
"1 have finished my opera," he cried, "at
last ! At last! And I have succeeded glori-
ously. I have almoat overtaken my ideal! I
have put the music of my dreams on paper.
Listen." 'He sat down to my piano. "My
libretto is founded on the life of our glorione
patriot, Kosciusko. This is his battle' song
-his death song."
Be struck a few stirring chords and urat
into a wild melody. It was a fine song, and
Kofflky'e rich baritone voice did full justice
to the music.
"There -isn't that grand ! Isn't that
glorious !" he cried, turning hie rap face
toward me. "It is Beethoven Ko aky's
masterpiece."
I couldn't help smiling at the man'e naive
vanity, but he was quite right -it was grand
music. I told him so'and his pale face
glowed with pleasure. He seized my band
and shook it violently.
"Ah," he cried, "1 knew you whre a
musician at heert ! I knew you had soul
under your English starch ! You c
preciate me 1 You know genius wh
see it ---when it speaks and cries to you I
You know that Beethoven Koffsky is a
genius !"
His words and his extravagant gestures
were laughable.
"Ah, you smile" he cried. Bu why
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should you emile ? What I say is true it ia
not my vanity -it is the solemn truth'; and
why should I fear to seer it ? My in4io is
beautiful ; if I could but get it heard, all the
world would know that it is beautifuld-mine
;
would be a name for all time!"
He etarted up and paced the room ildly.
" But I cannot get it heard ! "he ceed, in
heartbroken accents. "My beautiful opera
that would delight the world, no o e will
look at it, no one will take it 1 It will never
be heard -never 1 I am poor and unknown
-no one will understand rne-no on will
die unknown,
i)
believe that I have music in me, an my i
darling opera, my soul's child -it will erish
-it is born only to die -to
unloved 1 It is hard to bear !"
Be covered his face with hie hands, land I
could see the tears start between his! thin
fingers. If ever I was eerry for a mate that
Mall was Beethoven Koffsky. I tried to
comfort him; I suggested that his Opera
might yet be taken, but his present nloori
was strong upon him, and he -would not be
comforted.
"No," he said brokenly, "no, wi hout
money nothing can be done. My operawill
never be heard, never! and, ineanwhil , we
shall starve. I have eaten nothing to4day,
and my wife and the children -they areliun-
gry. And I can do nothing! I citia't intake
money -I can only make music ! "
" Give it up and turn your hand to apnea -
thing else," I suggested. He turned tlipon
me fiercely. -
" Give up music? Throw away my God-
given genius ? What do you think of ni ? I
househould that had never visited the pawn- •cennot-I tell you I cannot! I only live for
brieker's) hammering at a tune which he re- music ; I belong to her. The world seems
peated over and over again with every pos- only half real to me, but music is real .and
Bible veriation of chcrd and key. He -took strong; she draws me on -and when she
no notice of me, and when I wished him calls I must follow." .
good -day he merely rolled meant eyes upon He resumed his seat at the piano. I
me and went on with his composition. I " Listen, this is Kosciusko's song to his
addressed him once or twice with the same loved one."
unsatisfactory reauit. I was in the middle
of a last effort to rouse him, when Mrs.
Koffsky came in, furtively smoothing her
hair and trying not to look ae though she
liv.d just slipped Into a tidy gown.
"It's no use speaking to him, Mr. Bien-
eowe," she said, nodding toward the rapt
Koffsky. "He's hammering out a bit of his
opera -he's mad after that opera. He's in
it now -he's not here; it's DO more use
talking to him than if he were dead and
buried."
"Don't you find that a trifle trying .}." I
asked.
" I do, indeed," said the poor woman;
"Beethoven lives for mueic-not for me.
He lives in a dream; if I cook him a nice
dinner he doesn't know what he's eating, or
if hie rnutton's hot or cold. Beethoven is a
genius, but he' t a terrible man to have for a
husband. He's worse them usual now, for
hie operade nearly finished, and he thinks it
will make his fortune."
" What do you think ?" I bald.
She smiled sadly.
"It's a beautiful opera, and I daresay it
n tgp-
n you
It was a beautiful and passionate hehe
song, and Koffsky sang it as though in-
spired.
By the time he had finished it he had evi•
dently forgotten my presence and went play-
ing and siuging dreamily on for more than
an hour. When at last he arese his de-
spondent mood had vanished.
"Ah, it is a glorious opera!" he cried.
"It will teite the world by storm ! Some
daytyou will hear of it, Mr. Blencowe, and
then you will be proud of your poor friend,
Beethoven Koffsky."
OF
A few days after my last interview with
Koffsky, I was fortunate enough to obtain
a six month& engagement as bear leader.
The Ron. Herbert Algernon Cecil FitzTaltork was only eighteen, but he possessed
an obstivacy beyond his years and an im-
movable ignorance that no cramming could
shake. I, led my growling and refractory
charge through Italy and Switzerland, fail-
ing systematically to implant the faintest
knowledge of anything in the singularly un-
productive soil he called his brain • and I
will make somebody's fortune -but not Bee- was heartily thankful when we went our
thoven's."
separate ways, the Hon. Bertie bound for
" Do the children inherit his talents ?" his parents' mansion " in Berkshire, I for
"I hope to God they do not," she said my diggings in the Temple.
solemnly. "I had rather see my children I had not forgotten poor Koffeky all this
dead and in their coffins than have them time, and I had not been back many days
musicians like their father. Better they before I paid hint a visit. The 841110 thUMb-
should be dead and at peace than that tile '
my pretty Mary? They died three months
ago. Ab, Mr. Blencowe," she cried, dup-
ing her hands together, "if you had been at
home I should not be a broken hearted
woman now! You have always been a good
friend to poor Beethoven, and you would
have helped us, am sure."
"1 wilEld indeed," I said, "but how-?"
"Sit down," answered Mrs. Koffsky,
" and I will tell you; it will do me good to
speak -I have so few friends."
She shaded her eyes with her hand and
went on rapidly:
" We have always been very poor, you
know, Mr. Blenoowe ; well, just when you left
England we were poorer than ever. Bee-
thoven had been entirely wrapt ttp in his
opera and had done nothing to make money
-I could only earn a few shillings by needle-
work -we were nearly starving, and from
cold and want of food the children fell sick.
My husband was in despair, he sent every-
where with his poor opera -but no one
would leave anything to eay to it. We got
poorer and poorer and the doctor said that
only proper nursing and nourishment could
save our children. I went to your rooms,
but you were away and left no address -we
had no other friends to go to. Oh, Mr.
Blencowe, it was terrible to see our children
dying for want of a little money! And then,
just as we were in despair, and there seemed
no help anywhere, a gentleman came to sae
us, a composer whom Kuffsky had met once
or twice, and -and he looked at the score of
the opera, and made Beethoven play and
sing it to him -and then -then he offered to
buy it."
"To buy it !" I cried, " Koffsky's opera ?"
•She bullied dreamily.
"Ye, he offered to buy the opera, but
only on condition that Beethoven should
allow him lo bring it out, ith some altera-
tions, as his own. He offered £80, and -
and Koffeity took the money. He parted
with the opera which was to bring film fame
and fortune. Ile signed a paper. I don't know
what it said, and -and the beautiful opera
is gone. What else could we do, Mr. Blen-
cowe? We got fool and wine for the child-
ren -but it was too late Stanielas and Mary
are dead -and Beethoven will never be
famous now."
POOr Ko flaky 1" I murmured.
" Ile did it to save us," said Mre. Koffsky
softly; "ho gave us more than his life.
That opera was his very soul, and Beethoven
has never been the same siace he loet it.
He is dying."
" What is the name of the man who
bringht the opera?" -
"He calls himself Edgardo Campanile,"
said Mrs. Koffsky with a faint smile; "my
husband eays his real name is Edward
I started; I had some acquintance with
Campanile, and, though I know pretty well
what meanness most of my friends are
capable of, I should never have credited him
with quite such baseness.
When we had talked a little further, Mrs.
Koffsky took me into her husband's room;
the poor fellow had expressed a desire to see
me. Koffsky was stretched upon his bed,
looking deathlike. His akin, which was of
a dreadful yellow pallor, was stretched so
tightly over the almost fleshlese bones that
his face looked more liked that of a skeleton
than a human being. His eyes shone with
unnatural brilliancy from their hollow
sockets, and the intense blackness of his
long tangled hair made his pal:or still more
ghastly.
"My poor Koffsky," I said, "1 am sorry
to see you like this,"
He reached me a feeble claw-like hand,
and his dry lips drew themselves into a
ghastly smile.
" Has Mary told you?" he gasped, raising
himself with difficulty on -his elbow.
"About your opera? Yes."
"1 sold it ! " he cried, his eyes flashing
wildly, "I sold it, my music, my heart's
blood, my own child -I sold it to a stranger!
It is gone. I shall never compose another,
and the name of Beethoven Koffsky will re-
main unknown and unhondred. I did it for
their sakes -for Mary audit the children -
and the children died -and I have sold my
music, my fame -my life 1"
-Hie loice died away in a moan. Presently
he plucked my sleeve and drew me nearer to
him.
"It is to be performed next week," he
whispered, "at Drury Lane. Oh, yes, fine
singers will .sing in my opera, fine. people
will hear it -but shall not hear it,
Campanile would not tell me about it, but I
have looked and asked and found out every
thing for myself. He has changed the name
and found a new libretto -he has altered
some of any music "-here a spasm of
anguish passed over the musician's face -
"ho has mutilated iny chef dteuvre-but it
is still Koffeky's music, Next week the
world will ring with the fame of the great
composer -but my name will remain un•
known."
"It is shameful ?" I cried hotly.
" Yes, it is ehanieful : but what could I
do? It has killed me. The doctor thinks I
cau't laet beyond this week, but I shall live
till my opera is performed."
!` And yet is it not something that your
music should be heard ?" I asked, after a
long pauee.
lete
you are right -it is something. My
child is not born in vain ; my child will live
and conquer the world. What does it mat-
ter if the father is unknown ? But it is
hard on the father, is it not? And when he
loses his child what has he to live for ?"
He gazed dreamily before him, and began
murmuring to himself the song he had sung
to me six months ago: Kosciusko's love
song. I saw he had become oblivious of my
presence, and left the room softly.
I found by looking at the Standard poor
Koffeky's opera. " Kosciusko," was to he
produced the followiree Thursday, under the
title of "Arnold von Winkelried."
" Great interest is felt throughout musical
circles," said the London Standard, " in the
approaching production of a new opera by
the well-known composer, Edgardo Catn•
penile. Arnold von Winkelreid,' is found•
ed on a supposed love episode in the life of
the celebrated Swiss patriot, and deals with
the ultimate deeth of the hero. We hear
that the opera will be quite a new depar-
ture from the composer's usual- light and
somewhat trifling style, and in place of his
light, sparkliug music wo are to expect
weird harmonies and wailing chords. The
voice of rumor whispers that Arnold von
Winkelried' is the outcome of a bet, Mr.
Cyrus P. Tewanger, the renowned American
musical dilettante, having laid a wager to the
effect that Signor Campanile is incapable of
writing anything in the serious etyle of op-
era that will prove a succese and add to Id
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the second act. There was a roar of ap-
plause from the whole house ; the opera's
success was complete. I looked at my watch,
it was three minutes to eleven, and I hurri-
edly dived for my hat and coat. I had just
got them on, when a shout for the composer
was raised from the gallery and taken up by
the entire audience. Curious to see whether
"my husband is dead."
" Dead !" I gasped ; "but Mrs. Koffsky,
I saw him 1" I
For all answer she led me into her room.
The sheet wee drawn up over the bed, but
under it I could see the outline of a atill
figurp. She drew down the sheet. Yies,
there was Koffsky's dead white face, flied
Campanile would have the audacity to re- in that same lOok of triumphant joy it had
momentary pause, during which the shout is happy now, ' said his wife softly.
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spond to this call, I waited. There was a Worn on the boareis of Drury Lane. " He
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of "Composer !" "Composer !" became loud- I felt cold with horror. I realized njow
er than ever, and then the heavy curtain what was the tneaning of the chill, intangi-
was rolled back and a figure came slowly, ble terror that' had haunted me.
forward. Good heavens! It was Koffsky ! ' " At what hour did he die ?" I asked in a
Koffsky whom I had left last week more voice, that sounded quite unlike my own.
dead than alive! What pluck the man ntust "4t 11 o'clock,' she anewered. I felt
possessto have dragged himself here ! As myself turning paler ; it was at 11 o'cleck
Koffsky advanced slowly acroes the stage a that ,Koffsky had appeared before the eirr-
sudden aud intense silence fell upon the tain et Drury Lane.
house. A door must suddenly have been I "Good heayeu 1" I cried, "I have seen
opened near me for I felt a cold wind sweep your husbancils spirit 1"
across my face and a ourioug chilly sensation She took me into the sitting room, and I
creep through the recite of my hair. I told her whati I had seen, in a whisper0o
"Who the duce is that fellow ?" murmur- I avoid rousing ,the children. There is some -
ed the critic beside me, and it seemed to me thing ghastly lin a whisper, and when I had
that he was very pale. At the same moment
I beoame aware that I felt extremely ill at
ease, not to say frightened, but why and
wherefore I could not imagine.
Koffsky paused in the centre of the stage
and bowed solemnly. I shalt never forget
his face. He was very pale, paler and more
deathly than ever, and his thin tape wore an
.expression of intense and triumphant joy
such as I have never seen in any human coun-
tenance. He walked slowly across the etage
and disappeared behind the wing. I drew
a deep breath ; the curious chilly feeling
that oppressed me vanished, and I felt the
blood returning to my cheek's. At the same
moment the applause broke out again, ming-
led with hisses from Campanile's friends,
who naturally resented this mieappropriation
of the boners of the evening. While Koffeky
stood before the curtain I had felt rooted
to the spot, but now an intense curiosity
seized me as to how the man had got there
and what had happened to him at the hands
ended my sto y I felt more terrified than
ever. Mrs. offsky hieked at me with an
awe-struok fa e.
"Ip is marefellous," she murmured, " but
you on't knotv yet how marvellome Beetih-
oven new th t his opera was to be given
to-ni ht, and 11 day he has seemed waiting
-wa ting. e has been terribly ill ; a
dozen times thought he was dyiug-dead
-bu he rallied ; it yeemed as though he
woul not diet Suddenly,. this evening, as
the clock str4k half•past eight he started,
moved, and helf raised himself in his bed.1
"Hark 1" he cried, " hark 1 don't ybu
hear ?i it hail hegun ! my music I hear it 1"
"He fell hack on his pillow'', but I coulld
see t at he w s listening, and sometimes be
smile and belit time feebly with his hand
and h, mmed a few bars of a song. An hoer
or tvieil went op like this; I thought it Mast
be Millie to give him hie medicine, and looked
at theclock. wanted three minutes to
11 o' lock. •At that moment Bethoveu
of the presumably furious Campanile. But started uprigI4 in bed; his eyes were widely
how was it that Campanile had allowed him opened and fixed as though they SAW, oh, lio
to appear at alt? Absorbed in these queries far aWay ! I
I hurried to the green room. I found Cam- "L sten," hb cried, "don't you heat?
Oh yo, must hear ! applause! shouts they
are catling me 1 Mary, they are calling me '
He reinained for a moment, gazing eagerly
before! him with a strange look of joy upcin
hie fade,and fell back.He vA as quite dead,and
as I riised his tiead upon my arm the clock
struck the firstistroke of IL"
Mrs Koffskylwae silent. I drew a deep
breath, and a little chilly wind stirred My
hair.
Porte Koffsky ! His dying ear 3 had heard
behave like that? Does he drink? Is he the di tant echoes of his beloved music: the
mad ?"
" Why did you let him go on "T asked. 1 power to draw fits spirit to the spot. Beeth -
apple se he hadoo longed for in life had haki
d been happier in his death
Temple Bar.
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A Servant's Recommendation-.
A Pennsylvania gentlewoman who quite
prided herself upon never "taking inipti-
dence",from a servant, was greatly astonish'.
ed lately by a domestic who was leaving her.
in " high dudge+."
" There is °northing I will say of ye," said
the irate 13ridget " that I can ricommind
penile surrounded by friends and musicians
all plying him with eager questions which
he appeared incapable of answering. He
was huddled in a chair; he lcoked panic-
stricken, and was mopping his forehead -with
a large pink handkerchief. When he saw
me he started up and caught hold ef my arm
with a visibly trembling band.
"Blencowe," be said, " they tel me you
know that scoundrelly Pole. What was he
doing here ! Why the devil did the fellow
I tell you I couldn't help it !" stammer- oven 1"coffsky h
ed Campanile. "1-1 was just going on than hit his life.
myself, of course, when -when suddenly
there was Koffsky, standing right in front
of me. I swear he wasn't there before -I
sweet. I never saw him pass, but there he
was. Of course I tried to stop the fellow -
but I couldn't move ! I felt as cold as ice -
1 feel so still. Itell you what, there's some-
thing wrong somewhere --there's soniething
devilia'a curious 1"
He shivered as he spoke, whether from
conscience or a chill I cannot undertake to
say. But certainly the scoundrel had all the
appearance of a man who has hada severe
shock. .
" Where is Koffsky now ?" I asked.
"1 don't know," shuddered Campanile,
collapsing into his chair again in a heap. "1
haven't seen him since -since then; I hope
to heaven I shall never see him again 1" he
added under his breath. Just then a servant
came up with some bottles and glaeses, and
1 maw him swallow down half a tumbler of
brandy as though it -had been water. By
this time I was beginning -to feel scared my-
self. An undefined, curious feeling if horror
weighed upon me, and, without losing any /
more time, I left the green room and hurried
out into the street, Koffsky must have gone
straight home, so I took a hansom and drove
reputation. If 'Arnold von Wiukelried ' • off to his lodgings. To my surprise the door
finds favor with a Loadon audience, Signor
Campanile will be the richer by £1,000." was ajar; I pushed it open and went in.
I went at onee to Drury Lane and took a The house was very silent; there was no
a a or Thursday night, determined to hear 1 light on the 'stairs. Had they all one t
bed ? But I was determined to solve the
should suffer as my poor Beethoven suffers. sucking, dirty-aproned urchin opened the any poor friend's opera. Thursday came, , mystery of Koffsky'e appearance at the
He door for me, but I noticed that his frock and found me punctually in my place. It was opera, and striking a match I stumbled up
never rests, he rarely sleeps, and this
dreadful composition when he has a fit of it was black and unusually respectable. There a full house; pretty women,diarnonds,and fine stairs and entered the little sitting room.
was a singular absence of noise in the bowie, dresses were as plentiful as they lways are jIt was empty, save for the two children. I
shatters him like en illness. Does he look there were no children sliding down the in an English opera house. I saw the feces of PI The ()Id
like a happy man ? "' ehe asked, pointing to ; paused a moment, uncertain what to do,
hanistere, no baby crawling on the steirs, many well known musical critics in the stalls
the dreamer, who was still torturing .the
.
no article of childish apparel airing on the around me and it ondereri if that rogue, Cane- then seeing a light under Koffeky's door, I
knocked gently. BROADFOOT
keys into unwilling harmonies.
lending. What had happened? Mrs. Koff-- penile, vs ould win his bet. I almost found it "Hush !" eaid Mrs. Koffsky's low voice
eity put down her sewing and rose as I in h o wish that Koffsky s opera from within ; "hush : I will come out to Planin
drops of perspiration on his forehead, and g Mill and
He certa.inly did not; there were great
entered. The poor little woman's life had j might pi ove a failure. I will not, describe You -
his lips were drawn and livid,
never been a very happy one, but she had the niessic; all I can say is that it pleased I waited for nearly half an hour; then the Sash and Door Factory
,
"He does not know we are here," said always managed to keep bright and cheer- I me from the first note to the last that it ' door opened softly and she t, a -g --
Mrs. Koffeky ; "1 will show you how lost ful • now, as she stood looking at me, paler I was full of melody without being common- ed candle in her hand. The flickering S -e... 0 1R.T1-1-
he is to everything but music." She touched and thinner for her black dress, I thought I I place, and in parts toss t ) a height of pas- light showed me a terribly white, tear -
his arm and called him gently by name. He had never seen so sad a face. Her pretty i sion and p Nthos that roused the audience to stained face. Thi e old and well-known establishment is still
blue eyes looked sunken and faded, her fair . frequent bursts of enthusiasm. runMng at full blast, tiled now has better facilities
looked at her with the same vacant glare he
had bestowed on me and ehook his head jut- hair hacl taken a tinge of gray.
, tee an hour," I began, " but I am anxious about moderate price, Sash and doore of all patterns al-
" Forgive me for disturbing you at such than ever lltefore to ti rn out a good article for a
1 " Good, very good," I heard Ct --
patiently. " Beethoven," she repeated, with " Mrs. Koffsky," I cried, concerned, • critic, who sat heshle me, whisper to his ) ways on hand or mad4 to order. Lumber dressed on
a little tremble in her voice, "won't you " what is it ? Is Koffsky—?" .hort notice and in aby way desired. All kinds of
speak to me ?"I compenion, " but unlike Campanile's usual " Be has gone home," she answered, with lumber for sale on reaSonablu terms. SI•ingles kept
our husband. - Has he come home yet ?"
"No," sho said in a quiet, dull voice, 1 style and incomperahly superior, Wonder a curious emphaeis on the word. constantly on hand. lEstiMates for the furnishing
, .
This time he did not look at her ; his " Koffeky is not dead -yet, but I think ho 1 how he came to write such a,n opera.'' '‚Gone home -where ? to Poland ? that •Norfoti.lttliiii itiglibNe‘s.lor1) cult; airtie /Anis t uggicvden Em apv,p01 irekamtiaon
long, thin fingersnever ceased their voyage is dyingI am in mourning for my child-
n:
l'he curtain went down QU the last act,the can't be ! I eaw him less than an hour ship guaranteed. Patronage solicited.
up and down the keys.
ren." she added, glancing down at her dress. niusic dying away in a faint trermi!ous repe- ago,"
"Go away," he eaid, "1 don't know you _1' You remember poor little Stanislas and tition of the motif of the here's love song in ' " That is impoesible, she said quietly ; 1269
• . .
J. III. BROADFOOT, Seaforth.-
Children Cry for -Pitcher's Castoria.
as hem? the beet
all me life for
a•gittin' rnad at i
eddy I ever worked for in
takin' impedenoe and not
!"-Wide Awake.
ILLETTs
PURE
POWDERED /10074v
PUREST, STRONCEST, BEST.
Ready for Ilse in ally quantity. For making Soap,
Sof toning Water, Diainf ecting, and u hundred other
uses. A eae eq :lois 20 pounds Sal Soda.
Sold by All t:reeers and Dragirlste.
21E. 'Ws tGaIXT.X.8 eileaarearatcoa
Established.
Children Cry for Pitcher's Castoria.
French Chirla
TEA SETS.
' A complete as-
sortrnent of fine,
decorated China
just to hand at
KILLOI4AN & Co'S
Western Tea Emporium,
`13311.19 NIVIN sass
BUILDERS' HARDWARE.
51.750.000
5
MUST BE LOANED Al
PER CENT. on First and
Second mortgages. Old
Mortgages paid' off: NO
COMMISSION. Agents
Wanted. , Call or send Sc.
stamp for CIRCULAR.
E.R.REYNOLD
7 RICHMOND 57W TORONTO
Parties will be met any time and
place to see properties and arrange
loans. No fees. Enclose stamp.
In the Surrogate Court of the County
of Huron.
IN THE MATTER OF THE ESTATE OF EMILY
PUNCHARD, DECEASED.
All persona having any claim against the estate of
Mrs. Emily Punehard late of the °town of Seaforth,
deceased, who died on or about the 20th day cf July,
1891, are required on or before the 7th day of June,
1892, to sand to the undersigned, Administrator of
the estate, full particulars of their claims and the
securities (if any) held by them, duly verified 'by
affidavit. After the said date the undersigned will
proceed to distribute the estate (mom -° the •parties
entitled, having reference only to the claims of
which he shall have received notice, and after such
distribution he will not be responeible for any part
of the estate to any creditor, of whose claim he shall
not have received notice at the time of sueli distribu-
tion. This notice is given pursuant to the Statute
In that behalf. Dated at Senforth this 7th day of
May 1892. F. HOLMESTED, Administrator of
Estate. 1274-tf
J. C. SMITH & CO.)
13_AavicEmts
A General Banking business traneacted.
Farmers' notes discounted.
Drefte bought and sold.
Interest allowed on deposits.
SALE NOTES discounted, or taken for
colleotion
OFFICE -First door north of Reid &
Wilson's Hardware Store.
SE AFORTH.
PUBLIC NOTICE.
The undersigned hereby begs to Notify the citizens
of Seaforth and vicinity that he has opened out a
Renovating Establishment.
ANY ONE IN NEED OF _-
Clotlies Cleaned and Pressed, '
Repaired or Dyed
Will do well to give him a trial.
Stains from Oil, Pitch, Tar, Paint or Grease will he
thoroughly removed and nicely pressed up again,
making them look as clean and fresh as when new.
Satisfaction gilaranteed. Charges moderate.
Shops and residence first door north of Tho. Kidd'
reeidence, and opposite S. Dicksons.
1248 tf. J. W. SNELL.
Patrons of Industry.
Mr. R. Conunon has been cominiseioned to organize
Societies of this orier in this County. Any section,
wishing to organize, can receive all information by
applying. to
1274-tf
R. COMMON, Seeforth,
Cures Bums, Cuts, Piles n their worst fora..
Svrellings, Erysipelas, Inflammation, Frost Bites,
Chapped Harms, and all Skin Diseasee.
HIRST PAIN EXTERMINATOR
Cures Lumbago, Sciatica, Rheumatiem, Neuralgia
Toothache, eine in every form.
By all dealers. Wholesale by F. F. Dailey & Co.
••••
VETERINARY,
TOHN GRIEVE, V. S., honor graduate of Ontario
ej Veterinary College. All diseaees of Demonic
Animals treated. Calls promptly attended to and
chances) moderate. Vete riflery Dentistry a specialty
Office and residence over W. N. Watson' sewinz
Machine Shop, Seaforth. 11127e
-DRANK S. Beattie, V. S., graduate of °latent, Vete
erinary College, Toronto, Men.ber of tn. Yet,
urinary Medical Society, eto., treats all dleeases
the Domesticated Animals. All Oath promptly ss.
tended to either by day or nigtti. Chargee mode,
ate. Special attention given rep veterinary -dew..
try. Office on Main Streei, Seaforth, pee 40;
sleuth of Kidd's _Hardware store, 111e
cesNAFORTH HORSE INFIRMARY. -Corner tf Jikr.
0 vis and GoderichStreete, next door so "Ste Pres.
byterian Church, Seaforth, Ont. All dicame
Horses, Cattle, Sheep, or any of the de a &mated,
animals, successfully treated at tn. inarmary or
elsewhere, on the shorteet nowt. ebarges =Am -
ate. JAMES W. ELDER, 1 esti inary Sureena p
S.—A large stook of Veterit ary Medichiee hept con
utantly on hand
• LEGAL
HIGGINS & LENNON
Barristers, Solicitors, ,Notaries Public, et:e. Offices -
120 Yonge Street, Toronto, Ontario, and Seaforth
Ontario. Seaforth Office—Whitney's Block, .31ae;
Street. Money to loan. THOMAS MILTON 131001:58,
JAMES LENNON.
1291
MATATgHezkiltVir, c031.0thltisltsImSBOelar', aIor tlatoknin,g lantfisdnaravni te
Conveyances, &c. Money to loan at the iOwev, rates.
M. Muainsorg, WaltOn.
- —
j. Office -Rooms, live deices north olConaniercial
M. BEST, Barrister, Solicitor, Notary, ee
elotel, ground floor, next door to C. L. Papist's
jewelry store, Main -street, Seaforth. Goderich
agents -Cameron, Holt and Cameron.
1215
fl ARROW es PROUDFOOT, Barristers, Sont i tore,
&c., Goelerich, Ontario. J. T. Gaaa0e, C.;
Paoueeeerr,
680
CAMERON., EfOLT & CAMERON, Barylslere go
honors in Chancery, &c., Godench, vie M. el
CAMBRON, Q. C., PHILIP 1.101.T, M. 6" " CAMEROS
TA J. DOWNEY, Solicitor, Conveyancer, a telate
IJ„ of Victoria, B. C. Office-ovs r Bank of
Commerce, Main street, Seaforth. Pr vete funds to
loan at 6i and 6 per cent. 1036
-\ 4-1 ANNING & SCOTT, Barristers, Solleitors, Con
1_11 veyancers, gt.o. Scilicet -on, for the -Bing of
Johnston, Tisdale & Gale. Money to loan Office -
Elliott Block, Clinton, Ontario. A E. 1.1Astase
J Aloe Scorr. 781
FHOLMESTED, successor to tht. .ate Arm
. McCaughey & Hohnested, Barrister, Se.
Hefter, Conveyancer and liotary. Solicitor kr the
Canadian Bank of Commerce. Money to lend Flinal
for sale. Office in Scott's Block, Male Street,
Seaforth.
DICKSON & HAYS, formerly with Messrs Gar.
row & Proudfoot, Goderiehl Bel risters, Sol-
icitors, eto., Seaforth and Bruseels Seaforth Office
-Cardno's Block, Main Street. R. S. HAYS. W. B.
DICKSOA Money to Loan. 1127
W. CAMERON SMITH
BARRISTER.
Solicitor of Superior Court, Commissioner for
taking Affidarits in the High Court
of Justice, Conveyancer,
Money to Lend
OFFICE. -In Meyers' Block, Main Street, Seaforth,
adjoining office of Dre. Bethune arid Belden. 1234
-DENTISTRY.
FW. TWEDDLE, Dentist, .0ffice over Hamilton
. & McInnes' Shoe Store, corner Main and John
Streets, Seaforth, Ontario. Nitreu. Oxide Gas ad-
mlisietered for the painless extraetion of teeth. 1169
D11. G. FRANKLIN BELDEN, Dentist; Assistant,
DE. A. S. ATKINSON. Gas administrated for
painless extraction of teeth. Office over Johnson's
Hardware Store, Seaford'. 1226
:LI KINSMAN, Dentist, L. D S.,
1 1 Exeter, Ont. Will be at Zuriche
at the Huron Hotel, en tip east
THURSDAY IN RAou YORYis, and at
Murdock's Hotel, Hensall, on the Mgt AND yinaD
FRIDAY in each month. Teeth extracted with the
least pain poeisible. All wore first -clave at liberal
rates. ,
971
DR.. C. IL INGRAM, Dentist, (suceeseor to II. L.
Billings), member of the Royal College of Den-
tal Surgeolis, Oetario Teeth inserted with or a ith-
out a plate hi gold celluloid or rubber. A safe anzas-
thetic given tor the painless extraction of teeth.
Office—over O'Neil'a bank, Exeter, Ontario, 1204
N. 13.--P1ate5 sacured firmly in the mouth by
Yemens' Patent Valve.
MONEY TO LOAN,
il ONEY TOLOAN.-Straight loans at 6 peg
oent., with the privilege ta berrewei et
repaying part of the principal money at an time.
Apply to F. HuLLIESTED, Barriatgr, Seaforth.
MEDICAL.
DR. C. SHEPPARD, Physician and Surgeon, Bay-
field, Ontario, successor te Dr. W. II. Wright.
1225.e2
DR. T. P. McLAUGHL1N, M.C.P.S., Ontario, Phy-
sician, Surgeon and Aecotieheur. Night
calls promptly attended. Office, Dashwood,
Ont
1225
DRS. SCOTT & MACKAY,
OFFICE, Goderieh Street, opposite Methodist
Church, seaforth. RESIDENCE, next Agricultural
Grounds,
J. G. SCOTT, M. D. C. M., (Ann Arbor and Vic-
toria,) M. C. P. S. 0.
C. MACKAY, M. D. C. M., (Trinity,) F. T. M.
M. C. P8. 0.
DR. McFAUL, Member of the Colle.ge of Phy
sicians and Surgeone, eto. Seafonh, Ontario -
Office, Cac13's 13lock, opposite 'Commercial Hotel -
Night bell at residence, north side of Goderieh St.
seventh door west of the3lethodi8t Church. 1210 U.
11E. COOPER, M. D., Physician, Surgeon and
. Accoucher, Constenoe, Ont. 1127
DR. ELLIOTT, Brucefield, Licee Mate Royal
College of Physicians and Surgeons, Edin-
burgh. Brucefield, Ont. 930
-n W. BRUCE SMITH, M. D , C. M., Member of
_DJ. the Colleiee of Physicians and Surgeons. &c.,
Seaforth, Ontano. Offiee and residence same as
occupied by Dr. Verooe. 848
j±1 College
BETHUNEr M. D., Fellow of thr Royal
College 'of Physicians and Surgeons., Kingston.
Successor to Dr. Mackid. Of?, lately occupied
by Dr. Mackid, Main- Street Seaforth. Residence
-Corner of Victoria Square, in house lately oceupied
by L. E. Danoty.
1127
c.,
AUCTIONEERS.
T P. BRINE, Licensed Auctioneer foe th, Coun
. ty of Huron. Sales attended in a] parts of
the County. All orders left al 'ins Exreeirot
Ohio° will be pronaptly attended to.
JJ
PORTER General Auctioneer and Land
. Valuator. Orders sent by mail to my ad-
dress, Bayfield P. 0., will receive „prompt attention
-
Terms moderate.
1185-52
WM. M'CLOYV
Auctioneer for the County of Huron. &lee prompt-
ly attended to, charges moderate and satirfaction
guaranteed. Orders by nuin addressed to Chisel -
hunt Poat Office or lefg at hie residence, Lot 2, Con-
cession 11, Tuekersinith, will receive prompt atten-
tion.
1258 tf.
W. G. DUFF.
AUCTIONEER FOR THE COUNTY, Conveyancer,.
Collector, Book-keeper and Accountant Real Estate,
Life, Accident and Fire Insurance Agent; Money to
Loan, Correspondence, tte Parties requiring hits -
services in any of the ee branches will receive
prompt attention. OPYI0l IN DALEY'S 13LOCK, (UP
STAIRS), MAIN STRUT. SRA PDRTn. 118e
NEW BUTCHER SHOP
IN SEAFORTH.
JONES & McCUAIG
I3eg to inform the people of Seaforth and vicinit3 that
they have started the Butchering business on Main
Street, Seaforth. in the shop foriner1:7. occupied by
Mr. George Ewing, and will be glad to serve all who
may call on them„ with fresh meat of all kinds. They
both have a praetical knowledge of the business and
guarantee a good article and prompt attention toeue-
towers.
Orders solieited and meat delivered in any part
of the town.
1239 tf.
JONES & McCUAIG.
JUNE 3,
:
In preparing the
water, and mune
watr. If dry- bef
cold water. 'Whe
churn is reduced
cream it is ready f
perature of cream
to that of the surro
hag table inay be
Temperature of air.
660
1140
0
600
To heat the crea
it in hot water ani
wa.rm equally. 13
warm it too much,
jured, and the wat
of cream is plunge
than 100° F. .A
temperature of th
that of the cream ,
600 cool it by tI
mand. In a cove
in the well, or it n
cold water, or in a
is better to ream -
point too low for t
easily warmed a,gaa
few degrees too
churning. If the
free churning it ni
water, which, .c•
will help in redue
that is neCeSSary.
Yielding 3 lbs. of
The thermonieter
work cannot be pr
be of glass, as mos
is well to have a g
ment of the ordina
dairy, to register t
perature of the air
ard for the glass in
cream. Having sr
work ; note the e
work; do not jade,
bv the temperatur7
/10111e.
It is made of
pine sawed into_ I
hinged together,
cut in the end of
pegs are -driven th
orchard is previa
small stake drive
tree is to,be set.
placed against the
ed into the groom'
raised up and ti
then let down and
tion in the mita a
ed. The trees ear
will occupy the sre
did.
About
The old system
with rows each w
In drills each sta.I
when three, four
within epace of
ground ie rough w
especially if it is -
preferable, a.S it g'
most of the work
be put down as a
is smooth enough:
the small weeds ji
after the corn is
not pay. After
beerowings over t
vator throngh the
ont an weeds. T.
gtown this way, ,
ing in the cost -
mainly because
stalks to be beret
A 4heese-a:1
A*corresponden
A grjeat advantai
cheese is made
dairy men possee
realize that mini
much as u inter
which turns suntr
count without, e
winter milk is an
there is no can 17
the °lined is to I
own herd tit. ea
for winter milk v
is $50 to :•:z55 a )'{'
summer milk is 1
This leaves ginite
the year's invoms
t the profit.
-
• A Itell
Many beginner
advantage to ta
certain 'kinds .of -
the Varieties MO;
seed man ea.n usr
them for him efl
them on his ow;
It is thus that ie.'
pota.toce are igro
-men. They furil
ure its
alt
duhe
et. hiug t 18 a :11',,,,.1:::12:11*(3)11::
01
bargains (eight a
Wk.; atraha
Thera not,
available mi net a
why many
trees do not In e
Early Hen len.('nt.,
have their limo -
fruit. year aftgr:'
food within Oise{
a cow to) a. 410'
(:XpeCta.1.2",))1 o.
a (11;4•?-, a.,11
'The tree doese
come along atee
and a little yea.
there mizet i. s.
Tige r
The 4'3: '''1i4
I
very tianeei
it is knee is e
has la•en
lie. t it -'
California, 1,,-•
made to
infec:ed
nig pot
the -11
It"
ti
lavtI•nreeen-haiteuhis
Stayinegl,%(:174hpfe
heal
sthtilsey ofwhobilrl%
man so mod4
not have free
stroyed, and e
eas the bite