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yell please,, are you tlie gentleman
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or dome 13 ,years, (oldie' in an old, thread,
bare ahatisl; her. yello ! hair halt lrrdtdeu
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which •poor1d great brow oyes, li world
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f4a' the. . theatres, replied x, in utmost
amaze, looking down .gu the sera of
humanity wee -lied been r'appiug at fay
chamber, door for some Moments, whelp
now adrditted.."Ma,y 1 as you what
you want?" I said, hemline her it chair;
and from ender her eltaWl she produced
a 1lrolwn paperparcel, which '1 know by
;instinct contained M@S,
"We are veFy poor, papa and I, timid
the Mite,, wiping a fen; raindrops from
the brown paper; "papa writes
beauti-
fully, but no one will read what
does
Write; we eee your name la the paper.,
and papa a thinkayou mightperhaps
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hist play, or ask oo of your anaers to
do
"My dear child," said I,whs did not
News -Record yoer father Como hniself to me?"
"!He was too much afraid," she replied,
SIM :a Year -01,25 in Advance With the simplicity which seemed her
characteristic; thou she laid the parcel
WZDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 19th, 'ISW.
Wise and Otherwise.
T1r. Laurier was in Winnipeg, but it
appears 'from his speech that he had
" • not time to visit any of those myster-
tOls Manitoba schools in .order to find
put whether they are Protestant or
note
And now they have taken to explod-
ing dynamite hoinbs ender Salvation-
ists down Quebec way. If the poor
'; 'fellow whose limbs. were shattered a
week or two ago chance to recover, be
linty' bring an action against the Cana.-
, diem who threw thebornb, and the judge
will no ,doubt compel the defendant to
pay his own costs.. So evenly they die-
pense justice down in Quebec.
The esteemed Toronto Telegram and
respected. Ottawa Journal have been
, taking the Hamilton Spejs,tator to task
,'.for calling the Liberal ladder "gabby
Mr. Laurier." The Spec'. says :—They
Proferofess to be disgusted with the
ss
of this journal. Now we
hold that "gabby' is a very good,
expressive itdjectiye, and quite allow-
able. Such a respectable and dignified
. authority as •' Stormonth's English
,dictionary defines the nourt "gall" as
"talkativeness, loquacity," and the
verb of the same name as "talk much,
to talk idly." Now, there is itt common
use no derivative adjective from this
good dictionary word "gab." But
there should be. "Gabacious," "gnbes-
que," "gaboniferous"—any of these
might do, and they would not be so
likely' to offend the Telegram and
Journal critics. But we. prefer "gab-
' -by." It is short, plain, sensible, and,
as applied to Mr. Laurier, so beautifully
appropriate.
4astralls'a Gold Fields.
' Some 'big stories are current of the
richness of the Coolgardie gold fields in
Western Australia, and particularly,says
the Scientific American, of one mine in
ilifilistrict discovered by two young ad-
ve turers named Bailey and Ford. The
form*, while prospecting, found a 45 -
ounce nugget sticking out from a reef
in a big mountain of quarts. As quickly
as possible a claim was staked out,, but
int spite of all precautions, much valuable
surface ore was stolen before a proper
guard could be established.
The monthly output from the mine now
amounts to 2000 ounces- From 30 tons
of ore pickedfrom a bulk of 1400 tons,
18,000 ounces of gold was obtained, and
the 'remainder of the stone is expected
to yield from five to six ounces to the
ton. Out of 650 tons raised from a depth
of 15 feet, 12 tons were picked, giving
8500 ounces of smelted. gold. From an-
other part of the mine lour tone select•
ed out of 100 tons of ore, yielded 1600
ounces • of gold. Some of the other re-
turns of picked stone were: Five tone
from 250 tons for 200 ounces, two tons
from 70- tons for 900 ounces, four tons
for 1000 ounces, and 35 hundredweight
for 800. ouncee. Some of the surface "is
'so rick in gold that ounces can sometimes
be picked out in a few minutes,"Down
to the 60 -foot level only it is estimated
that gold to the amount of 40,000 ounces
is now in sight. it is as yet too soon
to speak about the prospects of other
olefins which have been pegged out in and
n•round Coolgardie. Very few of them
have got beyond the rudimentary stage
of prospecting claims, although reports
have been received of some valuable finds,
among which may be cited a reef carry-
ing 10 ounces to the ton, and the discovery
of nuggets of 52-ounee weight on a field
45 miles distant. The population of the
place amounted to about 1500 some
week& ago, but since then has diminished
in consequence of the terrible hardships
;which must be encountered there, owing
to the climate.
Remember flow These Poleons Look.
The main stem of poison ivy is often of
considerable sizes nd frequently sends out
such! a great number of aerial rootlets as
to cause it to look as if covered with
Moss. The leaves are oval, acuminate
and in groope of three. By this means
the vine may be distinguished from the
Illeaved Virginia creeper, which at
g, fire eight, it sometimes resembles. The
young leaves are a deep purplish pink, but
;when fully grown become a glossy green
upon the upper surface and slightly
downy, upon the under side. The blos-
FIG. 1 FIG. 2.
n. Mayare appear i or June and e e of
a greenish color arranged in panicles.
Who unripe berries are a pale green as
thee' ,ripen into an ashen grey. The ivy
Ie shown in Fig. 1.
oieon sumac (Fig. 2), a cousin of the
R$y, loves the water. Ordinarily it is
From eight to ten feet in height, with a,
branching top, yet it sometimes attaine
area greater altitude. The trunk is
kevvral inches in diameter, quite brittle
and covered with an ashen -grey bark,
fraying a satiny luster. Tho leaf stalke
lore a vivid rose purple, and each one.
bears nine oblong, smooth, pointed leaf -
Iota. The flowers, which appear in June
tire of a greenish -yellow eolor, arranged
in :panicles. Later in the season these
give place to Antall, greenish -white ber-
yl* soilaetimes veined with purple. The
purtrttcr is more to be feared than the ivy.
It t
frequenting tt beautiful heswatmps �pieuous shrub
e
X'
ole the table, with a very wistful glance
from her big eyee.
• I cut the string and glanced at the
MSS.—a tragedy in five acts. The glance
of a •professional eye eau sometimes/
gauge the merit of a production; and al-
most without reading a page I saw that
this tragedy, was heavy as lead, hope-
lessly dull, painfully tedious.But 1
could not say eo to that elfin child,with
the pathetic, patient eyes, with the arms
thii(as the stem of my meerschaum, and
the, Jinngry face. I felt rather curious to
see the roan who had not courage to
offer his play in person; being accustom-
ed to so much of the other thing, I had
almost ceased to believe iu the existence
oI a bashful, timid amateur.
• I offered my visitor some coffee and
sake, which, after a little hesitation, she
took, and I then proposed returning with
her, to see her father himself. She color-
ed slightly, looking around my room and
then at myself, without answering for
Nome time, and then with a kind of ef-
fort agreed to the proposition. I thought
that though George Leslie—that was the
name of the MSS.—had no dramatic
power, 1 might be able to assist him in
pome other way.
The little girl finished her meal, thank-
ed tail in a graceful, simple way, and then
phut her small hand in mine, to lead Inc
to her home. There was perfect confi-
[ CAUGHT ITER IN MY ARMS AS SHE FELL.
dente, complete trust in the action, and
it went home to my heart; oue likes to
be trusted, even when time has made one
cease to trust.
We went through wet and sloppy
streets, past bright shops and lighted
balls, down dismal alleys, to a wretched
slum; un, I had been there before profession=
ally; it was a miserable place, and I
was saddened to think of the child living
here.
"Ton did not always live here, did
you ?" I asked. '
"Not always," site replied; "only after
papa got very poor."
She led the way now, I saying to my-
self :
My hope, my trust, my heaven must be,
My gentle guide ,iu following thee.
My gentle guide had led me up some
dark and noisesome stairs, pausing before
a closed door, which she quietly opened.
The room beyond was in semi -darkness;
the ghost of a fire alone eaved it from
total obscurity; dimly I could make out
some fragments of furniture, and a dark
heap in a distant corner; silence every-
where; solemn hush.
"Papa must be asleep," said Jeanie, in
a soft whisper: " wait one moment,
please, and I grill get a light." i
She obeyed in silence; I stepped for-
ward and struck a match, igniting a
half -burned candle; then I advanced to
the dark heap—a miserable bed and a
man stetched upon it, dead. It was a
ghastly sight; one of the most ghastly I
ever looked on. I had just time to draw
the tattered coverlet over it, and then
Jeanie was at my side. ,
"Isn't he there?" she asked, quickly;
"then he will be at the Bunch of Keys,
sir. I-1—am sorry—you would have
helped him"—
"Don't cry," said I, taking her hand.
"Listen, Jeanie. have you any friend
here—any neighbor with whom you can
stay until I come for you?"
"There is Mrs. Bain," she replied, look-
ing at me with surprised eyes. "Will
you—are you going to find papa ?"
I bent my head silently, and then we
went together to Mrs. Bain's, a poor
neighbor, in whose charge I left the
child, and then hastened off to the firet
policeman, to whom I imparted my dis-
covery.
Leslie was quite dead, dying by hie
own hand. He had sent hie daughter to
me on a hopeless errand, simply to have
her out of the way while he killed him-
self. A letter lying on the table told
much of hie history. He was a gentle-
man's son, ruined by dissipation and ex-
travagance; he had been fighting starva-
tion and poverty until conquered by de-
spair; he had no friends, no relatives,
no money; his parting prayer was that
hie child might not bo sent to the work-
house. ,
It was pathetically worded, as the last
epistles of suicides often are; but it was
not the letter that made my eyes dim
but thought of the mild, patient chilli
waiting for a father who would never
coma.. I took upon myself the task of
breaking the terrible tidings to her,
though I would almost rather have
jumped into the Thames. She did not
cry or weep, or indeed utter a word; in
her quiet and silence was something ap-
palling to mo.
There was an inquest, and a merciful
verdict of suicide during temporary in-
sanity. Then arose a discussion as to
what should be done with Jeanie, and a
talk of handing her over to the parish.
Here I interposed, offering to provide
her with home and education. After
many questions, apparently endless trou-
ble, after proving I had some claim to
respectability and was lees black than I
looked, my o offer was accepted, and
Jeanie was handed over to me, still in
tho old shawl and monster bonnet. She
asked no questions with bor lips; but the
large brown eyes were Milled with in-
quiry. She was too quiet; in a child
her years that Calm was unnatural.
I had told her store to my good friend,
los. ?reek ,Luvelaeh, and/ that beet at'
women hadtomised to help me le the
killilrr�ent ntpmy` self.iulpased. ;dirty, We
bad 410011.10: Ito betel Jeanie to eeho 1 nn*
tt elle Could ehoase her oaten path in life,
14 tpoee ]rind mid woentely beetle I left.
the
waif wife lied rr4vpr Uneven a 'Nate-
s Oarq feud in those tender" :arijis the
0114crle4 'herself to tricep, I think MY
friend appeared as ati angel treat 1044
vee to .her -the seeds. of kindness eGatter-
ed on Jeanie's'Atli bed hese few and lar
between.
yeon.
It Was five roars before I .caw my pro*
tege again after her departure for
school. Eery quarter x received a let.
ter from ]roe, wrtttee in a large round
hhed that remltadeal me In some odd way
broad eyes. Tinto and• fate tool: me
a
e , t traa,el in Australia and
t rough the States, eo that, aec I said,
fl5'o yiltrs peeled without nay aeehig her,
At length ] returned to dear, dingy
London, weary of eravel, glad to bo
again iu the old items, and among the
old familiar 1 •
lfttt; eto
c , to stip back the
old way of life. Ono eight, a wet and
windy night, t, I wee sitting writing in
comfort, when I heard a tap the door,
just such ae I had luc'ard five years ago;
all that past night came buck to ono
with almost startling vividness, Spring-
ing xip I opPened-tlte door, fully 'prepared
to see a glnlbby shawl, an old bonnet
and tho great eyes of Jeanie, the waif.
Jeanie it was, but Jeanie with eighteen
years of grace and girlish lovoliness—
eanie, sweet' as a roan and fair as a lily,
coming in like sun8hine, with both hands
extended and tears glittering on ler long
lashes. I was soddenly conscious of my
years, of the ,fact that my youth had
passed from the things that aro to the
those that .were. I do not remember our
womanw.
first ords, but I recollect perfectly
thinking that the child still lived in the
"Poll haveleft school, of course ?" I
said. ,
"Oh, yes, guardian; two years ago; I
have been staying with Mrs. Lovelash
ever stake, studying hard."
.sm"Foriling.what ? Doctor's diploma ?"
"Oh, no; for the stage," she replied,
"Are you strong enough?" I asked, for
she looked frail as a robe -leaf.
"I am very strong. I didn't tell you
anything about this in my letters. be-
calm I wished to surprise yon; but—but
aon tMon
ateRodayyalIty.m"ake my debut as Juliet
t
"Bravo, Jeanie! I shall be there to
my
congratuchild ?"late you. Who is the Romeo,
"Mr. Frank Milton," she replied.
"And the Romeo of real life ?"
She blushed from brow to chin, and
trembled.
"I don't know," she said, falteringly:
and seeing that something distressed
her, I spoke of something else.
Jeanie"Youst have studied bard; indeed,
u,"m
"1 did, because I wanted you to be
pleased,"
"1 am pleased;" said I; and Jeanie col-
ored again.
We went to Mrs. Lovelash's and talk-
ed of old' times till the small hours—that
,is, she did'—Jennie was shy and silent.
During the days • preceding that ono
chosen for her debut, I saw much of
her, finding her exterior graces but the
index to her mind, (But I trmbled for
her; sho was as fair as a flower, but
almost as fragile. .
The eventful night came. Much in-
terest was being taken in 'the production
of the tragedy, and the Royalty was
crammed from floor to ceiling; the best
actors and actresses of the day formed
the company, and the setting was
worthy the Lyceum in these times.
I had a place in the stalls, and thence
saw Juliet enter, Uluushin,, like a rose.
She was naturally nervous, but her
graceful timidity suited the part, and
by degrees she gained confidence and
self-possession. Once her brown eyes
met mine, and after that her acting was
all that could be desired; the sight of a
friend seemed to stimulate her.
Ilandsonie Frank Milton looked like
Romeo, and lived not acted,' the part.
I went behind the scenes after "the bal-
cony" was ended, while the house was
yet rinsing with applause, and Romeo
and Juliet bent again and again before
a charmed audience.
The curtain was held aside and the
two came back together. I stepped for-
ward to congratulate Jeanie with Mrs.
Lovelash, the Lady Capulet of the cast,
and her palior startled me. Frank was
flushed with triumph, she deathly white.
She lffoked at me with a strangely
mournful expression, essayed to smile,
and then staggered, as a•stream of blood
'trickled between her lips.
I caught her in my arms as she fell,
her sweet eyes holding mine as by a
charm.
"My love—my love!" I cried, guessing
her secret too late, heedless of all who
stood about us.
Too late—for the tragedy was ended.
My Juliet was dead!
A Itemarkble Duchess.
A great deal gds been written of the
levee of 101 descendants over which the
Dowager Duchess of Abercoru presided so
genially recently at Montagu House.
The gathering was probably absolutely
unique, for the venerable hostess has
known no less than six Dukes of Bed-
ford, the head of the great home of Bus-
sell being in turn_her father, her brother,
her two pephews, and her two great-
nephowsi Earl Russell and Lord Ampt-
hill are both her great-nephews, while
she numbers among her lineal desceud,
ants the reigning Dukes of Abercorn and
Marlborough, the future Dukes of Leeds
and Buccleuch, the future Marquis of
Lnnsdowne, the Earls of Durham and
Litchfield' and the future Earle of Win-
terton and Mount Edgecombe. Several
largo photographs of the "march past"
were taken.
The Dowager Duchess le the daughter
of John, Duke of Bedford (1766-1888), by
his second marriage, with the daughter of
the Duke, and the famous Duchess of Gor-
don, and is therefore half-sister to Lord
John (Earl) Russell. There is it refer-
ence to the great beauty of Lady Louise
Russell (when she was a child of 12) in
the recently published letters of Lady
Granvilel. Tho Duchess was married in
1882 to the late Duke (then Marquis) of
Abercorn and she has always been a trete
grande dame, and was for 50 years a
prominent figure in, the very best and
most exclusive English society. The
Duchess was a great favorite at court
(ns also is her daughter, the Duchess of
Buccleuch), and she declined (for private
reasons) the office of Mistress of the
Robes both in 1841 and 1852, the place
being offered to her each time by the
especial command of the Queen. When
Lady Abercorn refused in 1841, Sir Rob-
ert Peel offered the post to the present
Dowager Duchess of Buccleuch, who re-
luctantly accepted It; and in 1852 Lord
Derby appointed the present Dowager
Duchess of Atholl who has for nearly 50
years been one of the Queen's most in-
timate and trusted friends., Since tile
tlouth of the Duke of Abercbrn, in 1885,
the Duchess has resided at Coates Matte,
a pretty place near Petworth, and ehe
is still very active, and bright and alert
in conversation. The Queen and tho
Prince and Princess of Wales sent' her
most cordial congratulations last weekl
—The London World.
The very` firet, time hetie*be>; be veld
to 'himself;: Now, there ie, the girl,
site:itla like to Marry.'$he had a. I;ie#1-
sive :way of aantemptatlni ',bale with 'hex
great We ayes that wee aitegether frit,
e uatlug. Bob lelrns1elgb teeet deWil
'bolero, that look like a left beton: the
I
wind,
Ilob was not partieulerly Hever or
amusing, rn itt or WOW, ' r bol
il' in a .d t1 'vtll 1 n
r ra a a t a
het honest. Be wo lilt Havey liked to
take her in these great, etrong arum of
iris and'tell her leo, boll etch a course o.#
teflon, was qnt of the gnostic i, for ego
was eegaged to his old (genu, Phil Mars,
den,
Now, I'b11. AZaredee was the sort of a
'man that lady novelists describe as "one
of fortuite'e favorites." A lucky mortal
all. round, but it never occurred to Bob
to envy his friend until lie saw Gwen
Warrington,
The officers of Bob's regiment took it
into their heads to give a ball. It was at
th' ball 11
bthato
B b was
iuu ti•od cod to the
future Mrs Phil Marsden, and they
danced a good deal together. Gwen gave
Bob more waltzes than she gave Phil
but the latter did not seem to mind, and
thvt, of course, was rather a queer state
of things. Bob noticed it.
Ile saw nothing more of either Phil or
Gwen until, the autumn, and•thon he ran
into them at, the house of a friend. This
time the idea that all was not right be-
tween the lovers stetiek him more forci-
bly than before.
One day he found Gwen in the library,
crying. He never could bear to see a wo-
man in tears, and when it came • to the
woman he loved, why—
"Miss Warrington," he said, hurriedly,
"Mise Warrington, you are in trouble of
some sort. Will you tell me what it is ?"
"Ob, Mr. Helmsleigli," mho exclaimed,
"I am in great trouble, and -and you
aro so good and kind. If only you could
help me."
"Give me a chance," Bob returned,
shortly. "I am a stupid sort of a chap,
I know; but if there is anything in the
world that. I can do for you I'll do it.
Do you believe me ?"
"Oh, yes," answered Gwen,putting out
her hand to hits with an impulsive ges-
ture,afresh. while the tears brimmed over
Bob took the trembling little hand and
held it in a strong, close clasp, a cln,sp
that seemed to carry help and comfort
with it .
That's right,' he said. "Now let mo
hear all about it. But don't cry --for
pity's sake don't cry like that. You'll send
me mad if you do."
"It's about Phil," Gwen went on,mop-
ping her eyes obediently. "Of course, it's
about Phil Oh, Mr. Helmsleigh, you
have known Phil so much longer than I
have, and you must understand him bet-
ter. Can Yon tell mo why he is so ---so
queer with me ?"
This wars somewhat of a facer.
"Don't .you know?" he asked.
Gwen shook her head, and then went
on in a low, hurried tone :
"Phil has never been to me what other
girls' lovers are • i) •thein; but I don't
know why. He seemed efond enough of
me before we Were engaged ; but now—
well, the'wbole thing is a miserable fail-
ure, and it gets worse."
Her voice broke with a pathetic little
quiver that went straight to Bob's heart.
He looked down at the childish, forlorn
figure and felt a wild impulse to take it
in his arms. But ho restrained the im-
pulse somehow.
"Well," he said, as quietly as he could,
"it's a riddle, isn't it? Old Phil must be
a lunatic—nothing less than a lunatic."
"No," Gwen answered sadly, "ho is
not a lunatic—far from it ; but there is
something I don't understand. Sho look-
ed up at Bob again, and laid her hand
gently on his arm. Such a pretty little
hand f It looked like a snowflake on his
rough coat sleeve. "Will you do some-
thing for me," she asked.
Bob turned hie head away, for ho
dared not meet her eyes just then. But
he took hold of her hand and squeezed
it hard,
"Anything," he said.
"Then," Gwen went on, "tee- and find
out from Phil what it is that has come
between ns. Will you try.
Tes," said Bob.
That very evening he broached the
subject to Phil. It was rather a big
fence to tackle; but he shut his eyes and
rode hard at, it, going straight to the
point. Phil hesitated a little at first,
but in the end he told the truth.
"Yon see, old chap," he said, "it's like
this : The whole affair is a ghastly mis-
take all through. I never proposed to
Gwen at all."
Bob gave a great start.
"Yon never proposed to her at all ?"
he echoed. "Then how, in heaven's name,
did you get engaged ?"
"Well," said Phil, addressing himself
to the fire, "it happened in this way ; I
met Gwen. She took pry fancy awfully
at first, and I seemed to take hers ; .80
-we started a flirtation, and that worked
all right until her sister, Lily, appeared
upon the scene. When I saw her—Lily
I mean -1 know; I was done for. She's
—she's different from other girls, some-
how. Well, 1 soon grade up my mind to
ask her to marry me, bat I`n+sls a bit shy
about it, and, like a fool, before speak-
ing to her 1 thought I would try and
find out from Gwen if there was a pos-
sible chance for me. I mentioned it to
her one evening and tried to get her to
put in a good word for mo; but I must
have made an idiot of myself, for, to my
horror, she thought ,I ,vas proposing to
her, and before I knejw 'where I was she
had accepted me. I've behaved like a
fool and a scoundrel all round, and the
worst of it is no one is satisfied. I am
miserable, so is Gwen, and so is Lily—
and all through a misunderstanding.
Now, what would you do if you were in
my place ?"
Bob thrust his hands deep in lois pock-
ets.
"Tell the troth," he answered tersely.
"If I thought Gwen had given up car-
ing for me I'd tell her fast enough,." Phil
rejoined, "but 1 don't think she has, and
—and how can I ,tell her ? No, hang it
all : I can't.
Bob was silent for a moment or two.
"Tell you what it is," he Bald at last,
"Miss Warrington has plenty of pluck,
and she's as straight as thay make 'em.
Yon ought to be straight with her, Phil.
It seems to me that the more she cares
for yon the more right ego has to know
the truth." '
• • • • • •
The story is quite an old one now. It
all happened last year, and Phil and Lily
are going to be married next mouth.
g .. And the others ?
Well, it was only one day last week
that Bob said suddenly to Gwen :
"I say, do you remember what happen-
ed a, year ago to -day "
And Gwen flushed a little as she an-
swered :
"Yes, of coulee) I do. I was in troubel,
anid, I asked 'rot to help me and you
did. "
"And .2' did," said Bob, and then he
put lids hand over hers! as it lay Idly on
the arm of her Chair. "Tell you what it
le," he went on looking at her with all
his honest hears' In his honest eyes, "I
'while you would let me go on helping you
—through life, 1 mean. I'm not much
goob at talking,but I knorw what I mean,
sand I'll try to do my best by ou. Will
you try me ? Will you ---Gwen ?"
And Gwon said, '11 -will." . it• .
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lifAXES COUNTLESS NTLEaS 'I1GL 0 ,.
But why let your pool' "Cattle and Horpes suffer from, a athp: •
dreaded Mexican, or Buffalo Fly when you can get
oser�s Celebrated Mexican Fl '
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which is guaranteed to kill every time,
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Old Store, Brick Block --New Store, McKay Block.
rINIMICSIMErinik
PEOPLE MUST LIVE
v agaelcsast.
And in order to do so'they want the very hest they can get. We
have anticipated their desire by purchasing the choicest
Groceries, Teas, Sugars, Canned Goods, f Fruits &c;
Having have 35 years experience, think we knew the wants of the
people pretty well. Our stock embinces everything found in a
first class grocery, and we will not be undersold. •
,We have a Beautiful Assortment of
FANCY GLASSWARE and CROCKERY
Special Cuts on SUGARS and TAS in large lots. -
0 .
J.W. IRWIN Grocer, MoAY BLOCS
CLINTON.
paras.. m• ...
Leslie'sFactory. Carriage
BUGGIES, PHAETONS, CARTS AND WAGONS—all of the beat work.
manship and material. geerAll the latest styles and most modern improve-
ments. All work warranted. Repairing and repainting promptly attended
to. Prices to suit the times.
gerFACTORY—corner Huron and Orange Streets, Gali.lton. 657—
THE HUB GROOERY.
ALWAYS RIGHT.--**
Our Stock ie complete in canned goods such es SALMON, HADDIE,
FRESH HERRING, LOBSTER, BEEF, DUCK,
CHICKEN TURKEY.
Canned Vegetables—TOMATOES, PEAS, CORN, PUMP-
KIN.
Canned Fruit—PEACHES, STRAWBERRIES, APPLES, &c.
In jams we have PEACH, STRAWBERRIES, RASPBERRIES, CUR-
RANTS, &c.
In Pickles—MoCARRY ONIONS, CUCUMBERS, CAULIFLOWER, and
WALNUT.
All kinds of Spices, quality pure. Tea, all grades; we push the sale of Ben
Her Blend which draws very fine. 'We have a big assortment of Crockery.
GEORGE SWALLOW, Clinton,.
PIC -NIC PARTIES and COLD LUNCHES,
Canned Moats, Roast Beef, Corn Beef, Chipped Beef, Lunch Tongue, Boneless Turkey,
Duck and Chicken.
CAN -I -EJ F=sii
Salmon, Sardines, Lobsters, Fresh Herring, Hippered herring, Preserved Bloaters, Finnan
Haddie. IN DRIED MEATS, Sugar Cured Ham, Canvassed Shoulder and Select Break-
fast Bacon.
Just arrived and in Stock New May picked Japan Tea, better value than ever offered before.
.Also fine quality in Indian and Ceylon's Blends, decidedly better value than usually.
found in Package Teas. In Fine Congous, Oolongs and high grade Moyune, Young`
Hyeon we can suit the most fastidious both in quality and price. Give us a trial.
IN CROCKERY AND CLASSWARE
we offer 44 piece Granite Tea Setts $2.00, $2.25. 97 piece Dinner Setts complete $7.00.
Granite Toilet Setts $1.80. Cups and Saucers, Dinner, Breakfast and Tea Plates by the
dozen, cheap. Special inducements to Cash Customers.
N. Robson, - Albert St., Clinton.
CLINTON 84811, DOOR AND BLIND FACTORY.
—0—
S. S. COOPER,
PROPRIETOR,
General Builder and Contractor.
This factory has been under the personal supervision and one owner for eight
years. We carry an extensive and reliable stock and prepare plane and give
estimates for and guild all classes of buildings on short notice and on the closest
prices. All work is suprrviaed in a mechanical way and satisfaction
guaranteed. We sell all kinds of interior and exterior material.
Lumber, Lath, Shines, Lime Sash Doors, Blinds &e,
Agent for the CELEBRATED GRAYBILL SCHOOL DESK, manufactured
at Waterloo. Call and get prices and estimates before placing your orders,
Stray Steer,
Came to the premiere of the undersigned, Bayfield
Road. the forepart of May last. a RED YEARLING
STEER. The owner is requested to prove property,
pay expenses and take the animal sway.
818t•t J. 0. ELLIOTT
EUREKP BAKERY
AND RESTAURANT.
Under the new Management business con-
tinues to flourish.
Our Stock comprises everything required in
a first-class Bakery and Restaurant—such as
Plain and Panay Cakes, Pastry,
Superior Bread, Confectionery,
Cool Summer Drinks, &o., &o.
WEDDING CAKES A SPECIAL-
TY and prices reasonable.
Pic•ndo parties dealt with on the most liberal
terms and Bread delivered to all parts of the
town.
Better value than we offer cannot bo obtained ,
Give us a call. Stand next the Grand Union
Hotel, Clinton.
JAMES W. BOYD, Proprietor,
e
Property For Sale.
For sale, the large dwelling and lot owned and
lately occupied by Dr. Appleton, on Ontario street.
Has all modern conveniences. Centrally located.
Also a house and lot adjoining above property,
facing Victoria atroet. For partieolare apply to
MANNING & SCOTT, Clinton.
807-t
WESTERN . FjTll1
LONDON,
Sept. 13th to 22nd, .1894.
Canada's Favorite Live Stook and
Agrioultur al xhibition,
"ALWAYS INTIM FRONT."
Exhibitors, make your entries early and choose your
epaco.
Entiles eloee, Live stock and Poultry, Sept. 1811.
Entries close, other eepartmente, Sept. 0th.
Pinel payments and horses named in the *tikes
Ang. llith.
Special Attractions of the beet.
Special Railway and Express rates arranged from
all pointe. Prise lists, etc., fret, apply to
tl&PT, A. W. PORTE, THOS A. 811tOWNE,
President. Secretary.,