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'Jaw0/tAYE QF LITTLE JOE.
—,----., .
.7 want to see baby JOes gave an'
•then I'm willinto die."
It was a tramp of lathers 50 years
who uttered the sorrowftfi words, and
his lips trembled 'in mute sympathy
Witet'a ter which stole across hie bron-
zed cheek, leaving an imegular track
'
through an accumulatio4 of coal dust
( , 'Which coated his features from recent
traveling by freight train from a long
distance. He had been thrown off a coal
. ' train in New Jersey, while attampting
to steal st ride west, and found his way
over in New York city for food, and
When he gave utterance to the words
., which appear In the first paragraph,
. he•was leaning against the Broadway
.
eence, which guards Ohl Trinity church
yard.
In contemplating the silent tombs
e, which dull he ineosure, perlops a
• glimpse of7/ far-off and n glected grave
^ t Was forced before his mental vtsion,
; .e. and a sad reverts result d in tha ex-
' clametion which he uttered.
• Joe Miller had a strange story ti tell
of misfortune, ill -luck, m'splseed affec-
tion, adventure and a barrsn life. The
little green mot.nd near tee iron f •nee
awoke sad memories of an unhappy
a time when he had a happy
home in Eastern California, and when
,•.; he burled h's Loy Joe, and when, driv-
ta s• en to despair he had flung himself
i'., headlong into the vortex of dissipation
''.. to drown a sorrow which seemed to
a
e • have attacked his reason. In broken
t'
•sentences he told me the tale of his
•
life and also of the causes which
.•sS,',. rade him a tramp.
!ss There had once been a snug little
home for Joe Mills. He had inherited
rei $10,000 from his father, and Laura
Moreland had agteed to shire th, lit -
tie cottage on the hill. She had suitors
by the score, when bold Joe Mills had
a., sought her hand,but she was as chang-
eable as the wind. Joe believed he had
secured a biassing when he h Id slipped
'• the wedding -ring on her finger one
May day in 1870.
.t. Green vines and California roses en-
• twined themselves over the little porch
when Joe brought his wife into the new
home, and all the village folic came me
:.: the lane to see them get out of the brat-
; al carriage and to wish them wsli. The
6, days seemed like hours to Jo , ni 1 hi n
Ike the sun never had a more genii] giow
on the Pacific seope and flowers a more
.-^
intoxicating fragrance than when his
married lit egan. He grew prosper -
r than his eighborse while his crops
tbe
'•-; ous. His c sold at better prices
'•• were the envy of the sturdy farmers
1 for miles around. The measure of his
earthly bliss was complete when a fair-
haired, blue-eyed, baby boy came. His
ees and hair were ust like his papa's
I his wife said, and no other name would
• do for baby but plain Joe. And so it
1,_• was agreed that baby should be Joe,
'e; Jr., and Joe, Sr., laughed and cried by
1-' turns at hte blessings showered upon
e., him.
I And all went as merry as a marriage
bell until one day in November, 1878,
when little Joe was seven years old.
The serpent came and a life was blight -
' S' ed.
se A gale had been blowing down the
[
valley all day 'long, and when the
shades of night fell the storm of sleet
a and hail seemed to 'increase in fury
•
until the little cottage shook, and Joe
crept up into his father's arms and
ss ,
listened to the wind howling through
ie the trees on the slope beyond. At this
1!... Moment the little family were startled
by a shrill cry of distress coming from
4< a
the lane, and Joe buttoned on his
4, greatcoat and strode forth with lan-
tern to lend a helping hand to any One
who might need succor. He came upon
12, the body of a young man lying in the
- roadway, almost unconscious. A yid -
e.'•
1 r MS horse had thrown the stranger and
galloped away in the darkness down
the valley road.
l•'ie, When Joe attempted to raise the fai-
1 ' len man a groan of anguish came from
• the lips of 'the sufferer, and then it
was disc ted that his leg was broken.
In aiPmoirTent Joe had gathered the
stranger up in his arms, and carried
him into the cottage and placed him in
"--; his spare bed. Being once an aesist-
, ant to a 'Frisco physician, Joe Mills
had no difficulty in setting the frac-
te
s ,tured bone of the man, who gave his
name as Warren Moore, ani sail he
came from Sacramento County.
Somehow life seemed changed for Joe
when Warren Moore carne. Little Joe
did not like the stranger, elle told
papa that mamma was often reading to
him by his bedside. Joe thought lit-
tle of the circumstances. Perhaps
Laura thought it best, he E aid, but in
spite of it all he grew unhappy. His
wife no longer apppeared at the porch
to greet him when he came up from the
village with delicacies for his injured
guest, and little Joe was neglected and _
sad. Warren Moore had been out of his
bed probably a week when Joe met him
in the cosy parlor one day. Ile said he
felt strong enough to pursue his jour-
ney now, and would leaVe next day.
He also spoke of the debt of gratitude
' .'• he owed Joe, and hoped he might be
rfable to pay him handsomely in return
i, Borne day.
Next day a coach was ordered up
1 from the vIlle.ge, and Warren Moore
rode away. Joe felt as if the weight
had been removed from his mind when
• the stranger departed, but his wife was
a changed woman. She no longer cared
tor home and the prattle of little Joe
annoyed her. The stranger had r,,bbed
the home of its brightest charm for
Zoe Mills—the affection of his wife—and
• joe saw R. At first he bore up under
'his secret sorrow, and then his wife
Admitted that the handsome Warren
Moore had found the heart which she
believed belonged to Joe, Then follow-
ed days of gloom for Joe, relieved only
,1•by the sunshine of his boy's bright
nd cheery prattle. The hope of a
appy home was crushed, and the
•', heart itself of the weary man became
•:"eiltirtb with despair when, upon re -
• tuetdng to the cottage in the afternoon,
• he found a letter pinned to the cover
tit ehe dining -room table and directed
• 6 him In the well-known hand of his
. „wife. The latter told the following tale:
Dear Joe—Don't fret about .roa.
wUl be with Warren when yoh receive
this, I love him and he has promised
to protect me. LAURA.
For days Joe was dazed with his sud-
den grief. It never ozcurred to him to
follow his wife. Even his hope of
heaven seemed shaken, and togsther
he and little Joe mingled their tears
when evening came in the des rted
home. The weeks ran into the msnths
and nothing was heard of the wife.
Little Joe wag doubly dear to the lone-
ly man, who could scarcely bi ar him
out of- his sight. They were com-
panions in misery until the California
roses began to bpd again in the warmth
of ^another spring, when the lad diel
of fever. All of Joe's relatives were
numbered among the dead, and now he
had no earthly friend to cheer him in
his dark hours of trial.
The kind hearted vallag,ers came up
the lane and wreath, d flowers about
the coffin of little Joe, and the person
said words of comfort to the man
whose forehead rested heavily on the
bier in the little parlor, until two
farmer's sons tenderly raised the cher-
ished remains and bore them out into
the garden. Joe had insisted that his
boy must rest within the bosom of the
earth which he owned, and not in the
far-off village graveyard, and the vil-
lagers in mute sympathy allowed him
to have his way.
The prayers at the grave, the t• nder
entwining of the laurel and myrtle
over the mound by women from the
valley below were as the visions of a
dream to Joe, and when all had left
the sacred spot he bent and kissed the
earth that covered his toy. Them, as
if dreaming, he entered his linse again,
took from a drawer a little scrap of
paper on which were traced in childish
lettering the words:
"God Bless Papa,"
the very last effort of his boy when
faltering tips had failed to tell of his
dying love—and Joe, placing- the paper
in an inner pocket near his heart :strode
out of the cottage and down the lane.
The midnight train bore a silent aas-
senger that night to. 'Frisco. Joe Mills
was on his way to a thousand tempta-
tions and to forgetfulness of h's woe.
Within that Babylon of vice he thoaeht
the keen edge of his sorrow would wear
awey, and no one frequented the gilded
hells oftener than he. The very rum
that he drank seemed to aggravate the
torture of his mind, and in a frenzy
one night over a jeering remark he
shot his insulter and fled through the
street to the wharves. An out -going
brig, loaded with lumber, and bound
for Philadelphia, was making ready for
departure, when he gained her deck.
Upon the payment of few dollars and
with' an added agreement that he
would "work his passage," he was al-
lowed to remain, and the vessel sailed
out of the Golden Gate on her course.
Heavy storing soon set in. and when
five days out the brig sprang a leak.
Fruitlessly and for days the pumps
were worked, but the hull sank slowly
and surely deeper into the sea.
Joe aided the crew to build a raft
of the lumber, and when all hope of
saving the vessel had been abandoned.
seven men and himself took to the frail
float and saw from a distance the brig
go down. Three days later they were'
picked up by a trading. vessel bound
for the Pacific Islands. The trader
was manned by a Portuguese crew who
refused to work when it was knowl\.
that those they had rescued evere sail-
ors, and were instructed by their own
captain to compel Joe and his compan-
ions to do the drudgery of the vessel.
The Portuguese took a strange dislike
to Joe, and they exhibited It in the
most laeutal treatment when he failed
to perform the duties required of him,
with the same facility as his compan-
ions. He was driven about at the rope's
end and placed on half rations until
his heart grow Sick.
One day he was sent to mop the
deck, and not being able to do the task
in a pleasing manner, a burly Portu-
guese seized ,the mop out of his hands
and struck him across the face. Joe
grasped a marlin -spike and felled the
man to the deck, He was immediately
seized and placed in irons and thrust
Int the the dark and noisome hold. He
was deprived of food and water for two
days, and the horror of his position
was appalling when at sundown next
day the traders put into port at one of
its trading stations. Here he was hand-
ed over to the natives and Imprisoned
In a mud and turf -weed building, •the
walls of which were moldy and reeking
with filth, and as if to add to the mis-
ery whleh was consuming him, he was
denied even the little fresh air which
might have reached him through a
hole in one of the walls.
The Portuguese vessel sailed away,
and Joe was reivased by the natives to
serve a villianous dock contractor in
charge of the stevedores who loaded
.ships touching at the island. If Joe's
life had been made a burden to him
before, It was doubly so now, for when
weak and flagging in his movements
the lash of the contractor's whip stim-
ulated him to exertions.
After five months of such torture Joe
made his escape in an English trader,
hound for Liverpoo1. and hence he
managed to work his way In a sailing
vessel to New York. Then he tramped
to Buffalo, across into Pennsylvania
and back to the eastern terminus of
the Pennsylvania Railroad,
From a robust, genial Californian of
sunny hair and open countenance one
year before, Joe Mills landed in New
York a prematurely aged man. His
hair had turned gray from mental grief,
while the wrinkles caused by the agony
he had endured furrowed deeply the
brow which was now lowered as he
bent his head against the iron picket in
front of Trinity's silent community of
the dead.
''After he had gazed with infinite
longin.g. upon one particular mound
within the enclosure and in pathetic
language lived over again the scene
which had made him a wanderer rn the
face of the earth, he firew a rumpled
bit of paper from hie sha.bby vest and
slowly read to me the words little .Toe
had written in the far -away California
cottage by the lane.
"I'll see Baby Joe's grave once more,"
he said, "an' then I want to die."
The evening shallows fell and en-
shrouded the man and his grief, .
A WOMAN'S FACE.
Only one glimpse of it was all that
Julian Chestwick caught in the sway-
ing crowd that filled the rooms on the
night ef Mrs. Pelgrove's masquerade
ball, yet it struck on his consciousness
like it. new sensation.
Julian Cheswick had always laughed
at the Wee of love. But when he saw
that face at Mrs. Pelgrove's masquer-
ade ball, he furled his banners and sent
in his letters of capitulation to the lit-
tle blind god with the bow and at rkws.
Julian Chestwick, in spite of the the°.
ries of a lifetime, felyn love with a
Marquise of the time Of Louis XIV.,
with big black eyes, a pale oval face,
and a mouth whose sweet archness
corresponded not illy with powdered
locks and dainty high•heeied boots.
It came and went like a shadow—the
bewitching face—and Julian, Chestwick
hastened to his hostess with heart that
throbbed with the fevered quest:
"Tell me, Mrs. Pelgrove, who is the
marquise"
Mrs. Pelgrove stared.
"My dear Mr. Chestwick there are at
least half a dozen marquises here."
Julian bit his lip. To him there was
but one.
He haunted the rooms like an un-
quiet spirit all the evening, until people
began to believe that the Hungarian
Prince was an ubiquity; but the face
shone upon him no more.
"So you won't marry Miss reati-
field?" asked his uncle, a cholsrie old
gentleman, who was particularly • ,..1
of two things in this world—nutty port
and his own way.
"No," said Julian, recklessly.
"And what the deuce is the reason?"
"Bemuse I love someboly else."
Julian looked awkward; he could not
very well say "a face." So he said
nothing at all, and in consequence
thereof Ms uncle went home in a pas -
ion and altered his will.
Miss Pearlfiela married somebody
else and Julian Chestwick worshipped
at the shrine of the oval face, content-
ed with its remembered smiles as they
haunted his dream.
"I shall see her some day," he told
himself, "and until then I will wait."
He haunted the galleries of photo-
graphic aitists—he stalked up and
down the sunny side of Broadway
what time the fashionable promsnade
inundated it, staring persistently into
every feminine face that passed—but in
vain,
When Field Pakenham invited him
down to a Christmas party at Paken-
ham Court, an old-fashioned Place
with wide -throated chimnies and groves
of evergreens, Chestwick hesitated;
New York was a great human beehive;
In New York his chances of realiziag
the dream of his life were as five to
one, compared to any other place, and
yet he was too good a chess player
not to comprehend that the tide of
luok needs a change now and then.
"You'd better come," said Pakenham;
"we shall have no end of larks."
"Shall you have a large party?"
"Twenty or thirty."
"It will be such a bore."
"No, it won't."
"All right, then, I'll come."
"But when?" demanded Pakenham,
who, having been ordered by his sis-
ters to "be sure and secure that hand-
some Mr. Chestwick," was naturally
desirioue to clinch the nail of assent.
"Let me see, Christmas Is on Fri-
day. I'll come down to the Court on
Thureday afternoon."
"All right," said Pakenham; "and
mind if you fail us we'll have you
hung, drawn and quartered! Why, man,
there are 15 girls coming, and if I
dofet get some masculine help I haven't
an idea what's to become of me."
"Don't get discouraged. 1'11 stand
by you."
Pakenham wrung his friend's hand
and went on his way rejoicing..
ChestwIck's eyes roved from face to
face, as he took his seat at the long
table in the antique old fining room at
Pakenham Cour, There were blondes
and brunettes, and blue eyes and gray,
scraggy throats ar,d dimpled should-
ers, but there was no look or feature
n all the gay assemblage which might
suggest the French marquise.
"I wish I had stayed at home," he
thought.
But Lucia Dallas took him in hand
and made him talk, whether he was
willing or no.
"It's all nonsense about your being a
Diogenes," Feld that young lady.
'Where's your tub and lantern?"
"They're coming down by the next
rain."
"Well, then, until they come, I shall
make the most of you. Do you dance?"
"Do you sing?"
"Do you flirt?"
"No.'
"Gracious! what do you do?"
"That's precisely what you must find
ut for yourself."
Lucia looked at him meditatively.
"Are you fond of pictures?"
"Yes. Did you bring your album?"
"No; I was thinking of the old plc-
ure gallery upstairs. Only imagine it
-the portraits of the Paicenham an-
estry for 200 years back!"
"They must look awfully ancisnt!"
"Oh, they do. I'll show them to you
o -morrow."
Lucia kept her word. She was not
ne lightly to let pff a captive knight,
onsequently Jullan's pleas of ''letters
o write" met with no consideration in
er eyes.
"At all events," thought Julian, as
he little damsel dragged him off, "I'm
lad it isn't leap year."
The Pakenham picture gallery, how -
ver, was well worth seeing. A long,
ofty room, lighted by a dome of glass,
ts walls lined with portraits, It re-
inded one of some old baronial hall
n F:ngland.Julian Chestwick Looked
reamily around and shuddered a lit -
le.
"I prefer the future to the past," said
e,briefly.
And then turning, his eye fell upon a
ictured face which thrilled him
hrough and through. A dimpled,
feeling face, with black eyes which
eemed to melt and glow, even against
he opaqueness of the meaningless can -
as, a mouth full of arch expression,
nd a dress of the time of Louis Qua-
orze.
"Field," he said, turning to his host,
ith features as pale as if they had
een carved in ivory, "who is that
ady?"
"Who was she, you mean," laughed
akenham. "Why, you know she's
been dead those 200 years."
Chestwick felt an odd icy tremble
through his veins. Was he then in lova
with A ghost? He reinernbered the year
he had registered in his secret heart to
wed none but thp marquis whose fair
face had haunted him so long. Could
it be pessible that this shadow should
rise from the grave of centuries to
claim his vow?"
"It is Marie de Rouble A Normandy,
afterwards married to Gerold Paken-
ham, who died two years after her mar-
ilage—my great, great grandmother—
and a very good looking woman, toe,"
added Field, rather irreverently.
Chestwick listened silently. He was
not superstitious, yet there was some-
thing in all this that he regarded al-
most as an omen. •
The jeweled finger of the beautiful
Marie de Itoubise seemed to beckon
him—her arched, jetty brews to con-
tract frownishly.
Had it then been a ghost whose
beauty had gleamed on him once, at
Mrs. Pelgrove's masquerade ball? And
was it possible for a man to look on the
face of a woman who has been dead
200 years?
He folluwed the party clown stairs,
comprehending nothing of what want
on aroend him—walking like one in a
dream.'
"Margu.erita has come," he hear,i
Mrs. Pakenham say to her son. "Was
it not lucky? we had just given her
up?"
"The more the merrier," said Field,
philosophically.
Chestwick had taken his seat at din-
ner in a mechanical sort of way when
a young lady glided into a seat oppo-
site.
"Merciful fate!" he ejacuiated, half
starting from his place—"Marie de
Itoubise!"
"Hold your tongue," whispered
dragging, him back into his chair; "it's
only my cousin, Marguerite Leslie. Stop
Staring and let me introduce you like
a Christian."
And as Pakenham spoke their names
to each other Julian Chestwick found
himself looking directly into the lovely
dark- eyes of the radiant marquise of
the clays of Louis Quatorze,
"I never thought of it before," said
Pakenham; "but she does look like the
portrait of our French ancestress."
"I dressed like it for a masquerade
ball in New York last winter," laughed
Marguerite herself, "and you would
have fancied I had just stepped out of
the frame,"
"Before you went to Havana?" esked
one of the Miss Pakenhams.
The riddle was solved at last! Chest -
wick's heart grew light as a feath?r
within his breast, and life became a
possibility of brightness onre more,
"I'll marry that girl," said he to him -
eel!, "or I'll die a bachelor."
You see our friend hadn't cured him-
self of the habit of rash vows even yet.
But he kept this one. When he went
away from Pakenham Court, Mar-
guerite Leslie had promised to become
his wife.
"It's a very short acquaintance,
though," observed Miss Leslie, with a
demure shake of her diamond ear-
drops.
"No it isn't; it's a very long one,"
said Julian earnestly, And then he
told her how, when and where he had
first fallen in love with her.
"And you have really loved me all
this time?" she asked.
"I have."
"Dear me—I didn't know there was
so much constancy In man!" was her
answer.—New York News,
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an Orangeman among us, the Liber-
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It was he, however, that moved
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demning Mr. Clarke Wallace for
having opposed Home Rule in his
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resolution was to disturb the Ministeri-
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the Controllership. Mr. Dawson, of
course, was acting as the instrument of
the Tortes and Devlins, who use religi-
on for party ends. No doubt Mr.
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queer sort of Orangeman or Messrs.
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use him.
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General Builder and Contractor.
This factory has boon under the personal supervision and one owner for eight
years. We -tarry an extensive and reliable stockand prepare plans and give
estimates,for and build all classes of buildings on short notice and on the closest
prices. All work is suprrvised in a mechanical way and satisfaction
guaranteed. We sell all kinds of interior and exterior material.
Lumber Lath Shingles/ Lime Sash Doors Blinds, Ett.
Agent for the CELEBRATED GRAYBILL SCHOCL DESK, manufactured
at Waterloo. Call and get prices and estimates Were placing your orderE.
THEHIGHEST, RATE ionf ginteresto ioso ds self ithatnte rtei ;set . pe0ouprles iswaseullt:
They want good
And they get them, that is when they buy our's
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Of course you use Soap. It is a well known fact that
Linen Lasts Longer 0. Cooper & Co's
When Washed with SOAP.
Try a 3 lb. Bar and be convinced.
--FARM PRODUCE TAKEN AS CASH.—
The Cash Grocery,
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Telephone 23.
THE HUB GROCERY.
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Our Stock is complete in canned goods such as SALMON, HADDIE,
FRESH HERRING, LOBSTER, BEEF, DUCK
CHICKEN rURKEY.
Canned Vegetablee—TOMATOES, PEAS, CORN, PUMP-
CannedKEINruit—PEACHES, STRAWBERRIES, APPLES, &c.
In jams we have PEACH, STRAWBERRIES, RASPBERRIES, CUR-
RANTS, &c.
In Pickles—McCARRY ONIONS, CUCUMBERS, CAULIFLOWER, and
WALNUT.
All kinds of Spices, quality pure. Tea, all grades; we push the sale of Ben
Hut. Blend which draws very fine. We have a big assortment of Crockery.
GEORGE SWALLOW, Clinton.
ENLARGED BUSINESS.
We have just resumed control of the Whole Store and haye enlatged our Sock to meet the
demands of our increasing trade. All goods marked down to a Cash I3asis. Special cuts in
CROCKERY and GLASSWARE. Inspection Solicited. Highest prices paid for good Butter
and Eggs. Agent for Celebreed Monsoon Teas.
G. J. STEWART, Grocer, - Albert St, Clinton
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Band twmcent stamp for our 34 -page Catalogue—A work of ArL
Monarch Cycle Company,
Retail Salesroom. allo Webash Ave. Lake and Halsted Sts., CHICAGO.
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