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<"Ye8, where is Lenoir?"* * The phalanx of solid business men,

comprising the bulk of the membership . of Garfield post, No. 3, Grand Army of

the Republic bad regarded as a down­right grievance a call to attend a meet­ing for^the transaction of special busi­ness, appointed at the very inconven­ient hour of two in the :afternoon. They had responded-to^ the order un­der protesti ̂ aken part in the proceed­ings With an abstracted air, turned at the break in their daily routine, osten­tatiously consulted their watches with the anxiety of men who were neglect­ing important engagements, and when

' the meeting at length adjourned gath-„ered into cosey knots here and there,

; and settled down .for a comfortable : chattand the revival of old Army rem­

iniscences. Hie first speaker, Jim Brewster, was

slumber merchant who had acquired ; extensive tracts of land covered with a

: forest growth second only to the big trees of the Calaveras and Mariposa

'< grov.escvHe had so prospered in his business ventures that his name had

r become identified with theunat'urftl product he ruled in the commercial world, and he bad gained the sobriquet of the Prince of Redwood. He hod lately purchased a large piece of land atthetoptof Sixth-st., including with­in its boundaries that unsavory "but clawricalregion on the banks of Mission Oeek known as the "the dumps," where the Italian scavenger* had from tune immemorial'deposited the con­tents of their carts, and rakegl the j)wtrid. and. decaying igtasses of paper, straps of old iron, and other articles of commerce;' as well as the pieces of plate benevolently dropped into the asB-bftrrd by careless servants. Mis-' sion Greek, at high tide, is for a very conliderabte) dist&nce a, navigable tftream, and it was generally conceded that Brewster's branch yard was a shrewd venture, and would soon turn the tide of-traffic from the crowded thoroughfare ' of T Steuart-st. The Prince of Redwood himself had felt all the glow of a prudent man's complacency over this evidence of his own iogaeity, but a stormy interview in the underwriters', office that noon had disturbed the serenity with which he had hitherto viewed his new acqui­sition. Meeting some old comrades, menof his own regiment, who had fought side by side with him through the four years of the civil war, he cast aside the perplexities of the day and plunged with eager zest into an ani­mated discussion of past campaigns", in the course'of which he made the in­quiry that heads this chapter. The question was repeated by an echoing chorus. J.;

• "Leaoir?" The speaker who volun-. tiered a reply was a member of that -very agreeable and .highly entertain­ing class of individuals who are com­monly, accredited with the possession of universal knowledge, and whose in­formation is about as diffuse and in-' exact as the average encyclopaedia of biography. "Lenoir's wife..died just before ne was mustered out in- .05. Broke him all up for a while, but he rallied and went down to Florida, in­vested in aft orange grove, and lives on the fat of the land."

"He was an odd fellow—Lenoir," re­marked it, gray-bearded veteran who endeavored to reconcile his predilec­tion for powder and* cold steel by keeping a gun-shop in Bush-st. _ "Odd! there wasn't a nobler fellow in the service. He was a hero, if ever one existed." Brewster, spoke with such unwonted energy that the others looked at him in surprise, for he was generally phlegmatic in society, and cold-blooded in his business relations.

He cooled down a little as he observ­ed the sensation his remark had creat-ed, and exchanged his enthusiasm for a dry, argumentative tone. . "You know I was a. mere boy when I enlisted. . Some of our folks knew Le­noir; my mother spoke to him the day WO marched, and—well, I could tell you a thing or.two about the colonel that none of you ever knew. I'm not going to gush over the man, but you may be interested to hear of a littlein-<iident which happend in eastern Ten­nessee. You remember July, 1800, when we marohed through the moun­tains and camped in a narrow defile they called Rattlesnake Pass? By George! I shall never forget the place to theday of iny death,shut in by steep, rocky walls loose sand underfoot, not titfeaf or blade of grass to beseen, out-eideofascant green fringe bordering the starveling bropk that trickled along one side.. I. noticed such things ana cared more: about them than the older men. When I joined t}ie Army I was jost turned eighteen, and chuck full of patriotic fire, raving over1, the justice of our cause, ambitious to earn dis­tinction, greedy for carnage-and blood­shed. One year had cooled' me down in *a wonderful way, and the cause Might have gone to thunder for all I «ared that night. I Would have re-linqtiished the aloriest battle that eyer was fought to be back again on our rfteadoWlabd knee deep in the long,

ilgrass, driving thecows home from ttwe. J was raverious for a taste

home cooking and would have for-*. country • ,jter.Jow> <>f iby.Mnu»t)wr> minc»-piea.

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have cauj^itus like

rats in a trap. My heart sank when my name was called, and, if it hadn't been for the ridicule, I'd have tried to get off by pleading sick, You see I was pretty well uSed up by the long march­es, the uncertain rations, and the heat, and the homesickness. The hot' sand clogged my steps and burned my blisteredTeet; the rocks seemed to ra­diate the.heat they had storedup dur­ing the' day; the air was dry and charged with dust. I kept up my beat a while and thensatdownonaboulder and cried; then I deliberately lay down and shut my eyes to go to sleep."

"Fine thing if one oi the officers had caught you,"observed one old soldier dryly.

"Precisely what hamjened. I was sliding off into a delicious slumber when I heard a movement near by. I opened my eyes and saw Colonel Le­noir. I thought the day of doom had come to me, for there was hardly a wsek passed that we didn't hear of some poor fellow being shot for . sleep­ing at his post. I waa so stupid with fatigue and drowsiness thdt I couldn't somehow quite make out where I was. Everything was jumbled in my mind. The cows coming home from pasture, the mince-pie on the table, an open grave »nd a boy standing up as a tar­get for a line of soldiers, my mother in teats."

Brewster stopped abruptly, and somebody asked eagerly what hap­pened next; what the Colonel said.

"Lenoir had not knowi^ a good night's rest for weeks. He had been twenty-four hours in th&saddle," said Brewster, slowly and impressively. "He was worn out phisically and men­tally. "He had directed Ins man to call him at daybreak the next morning. But he took my musket up from the rock wljere I hdd placed it, ordered me to lie down again, and did duty for me two hours while I slept."

There was no comment on Brewster's story. The account of a noble deed sinks quietly into the heart without parade or flourish. After a few mo­ments of silence, some one put a query in which lurked a suggestion.

"Lenoir acted finely at Anderson-ville, too, didn't he, Brewster?"

The lumberman gave a short re­joinder, consulted his watch, and rose to go. Despite the self-depreciation of his narrative, all. were aware that he had been one of those "noble specimens of American manhood who had sur­vived the horrors of that awful ex­perience, and finally emerged an ema­ciated wreck of humanity whose hero­ic devotion to a noble principle'will resoCmd throughout the everlasting _ „ i. But he could never be betrayed into any relation of his prison ex­perience:' He pulled on Inn driving-gloves, nodded cool adieux to the score or more of loungers, and was soon driving at a quick-pace up Market-st. and Out Sixth. For the first few b]0cks the well paved street was lined with handsome buildings and pre­sented the appearance of an im­portant thoroughfare; but as he progressed, the buildings dwindled in stature and were occasionally alternated with a handsome, comfor­table residence, and thepavementgi;ew uneven. Half a mile further thestreet abandoned all pretence at smartness, trailed humbly between one-storied warehouses, leaped a railroad track, lost itself in amaze of switches, and re­sumed existence in the guise of a wagon road, terminating with a dismal wooden structure, standing in a deso­late region and flanked on one side by tall lumber piles. The clerks and day laborers were filing away, and the night-watchman, a quiet-mannered man, with an unlit lantern in his hand, stood On the steps.

"Well, Martin, what success?" "I gave them warning, sir, to clear

out, early this morning, and kicked their houses over after they left, for fear th'ey'd be back again to night, like rats—that is, all but one."

"Great guns, man! Don't you know one's as bad as a dozen? I can't get a dollar of insurance on the stock without paying double rates until I can satisfy the company that the whole tribe is gone."

The tribe referred to by Brewster consisted of a floating population of disreputable vagabonds, allied in cha­racter to the hoodlums and criminals commonly known as "wharf-rats" and "hay-bunkers," who had squatted on the "dumps," and utilized the tin cans plentifully scattered over the ground in the construction of a miniature village. The members of this peculiar B'ib-stratum of society were fabled to eke out their sustenance by diligent grubbing in the heaps by which they were surrounded. They, were looked on by the police and the public as a dangerous class of citizens, and the underwriters very wisely refused to in­sure property in their proximity at the ordinary rates. Martin, mean­while, advanced a lamo self-defence. ^•It was early, and ho hadn't shown

himself, sir. I didn't quite like to knock his house down about his ears. You see, Mr. Brewster, he's different-like from the rest—quite carries himself above them, you know."

This stammering communication amused Brewster. A queer notion en­tered his bead. He would confront the usurperhimself.andsee what man­ner of creature he was. He called to the office-boy. who was walking down the road, bidding him drive up to the house and inform his wife that he would be detained a couple of hours.

The two men,, left alone, stood at the window and looked in the direction of the razed village, to detect some sign of life; but they saw only a stray dog who wandered disconsolately amid the ruins, smfiiug the heaps of garbage with a disdainful air. The light waned and the serried ranks of mist that had been lying in wait amid the wes­tern hills and across the straits,closed in upon the city. The merchant grew inpatient under the long delay.

"I can't understand, Martin, why you didn't get rid of the man along with the rest. Did he venture to ques­tion your authority, or my right to control my.property?"

"Why, you see, sir, I didn't like to speak rough to the old chap. I'd ven­ture to say he hasn't always been what lie is no w. Fact is, I didn't speak to him" direct. I thought he'd take the hint and leave." '

"My soul!" The man shrank from the indignation and disgust expressed in his employer's tone, then hastened to sihootn away his righteous indigna­tion with a happy after-thought.

"Come to think of it, I haven't seen a.sign of hun since yesterday. Likeas hot he's gone of his own accord, un­less—" The watchman's face became suddenly grave.

"Well, unless what?" "HeVlyinpdown there all this time.

He was a thin, weakish-looking fellow; the kind that so off quick, sometimes." • "What a ghoul yoa are, Martin!" Brewster laughed a short, nervous laugh. Pleasant suggestion this, that

on his own land, not forty rods away, a dead man was lying, who had per­haps perished from lack of proper food and carej Then a better sentiment stirred his heart. He was a narrow-souled man, but not hard-hearted.

"Take your lantern andcomeahead, Martin; no morgue on my premises, if I can help it."

They stepped out into the chill and darkness, carefully locking the door behind them as a precaution against lawless intruders. As they left behind them the tall lumber-piles with their sweet scent of the Woods, and ap­proached the border of Mission Creek, malarial poisons filled the air, and a host of unsavory odors assailed them. Reeking vapors seemed to arise from the putrid heaps and clutch at their throats with phantom fingers. Their feet slipped and sank into the masses of festering decay. It was Brewster's first visit to this choice portion of his recently acquired possessions, and the thought came to his mind that it was a poor stick of a man who would deny a fellow-creature the hospitality of such an accursed spot, on any other grounds than that of its total unfit­ness for human occupancy. Suddenly Martin brought up with a short step, swinging his lantern around to illumin­ate the spot for his employer's inspec­tion. J.:y

"Here we are, sir." Brewster leaned forward and descried

a low, irregular structure, notfourfeet above the ground at its highest point. His preconceived notions of the style of building operations pursued in these primitive dwellings were completely overturned. Instead of neatandshin-ing rows of tin cans, rising tier upon tier into a pretentious and fanciful structure, he beheld a rudeframework of refuse boards, imperfectly covered with rusty strips of tin, an humble de­fence against wind and weather; the merest apology for a covering. He had time to take but a cursory glance at these details, when a weak voice from the interior hailed the visitors

"Who's there?" Brewster hesitated a minute before

replying. He could 'not announce himself as a friend, for his mission was far from friendly. He resolved to pre­sent himself on strictly neutral grounds.

"Your landlord." "Sorry not to give you a more fit­

ting reception, mine host, but as I'm hardly in shape to receive company— if you'll be kind enough to slip your bill under the door—"

Brewster's dignity was offended. It was all very well for him, the man of property and position to condescend a joke to the vagabond who trespassed on his domain;for therascal to presume to assume a jocular tone towards him, in turn, was intolerable! He .thought of the underwriters and the increased premium, and interrupted the fellow angrily.

"Come now, this won't do! Get out ofnere, and away with you!"

"Sorry to be unable to comply with your polite request, sir, but I don't think 1 could walk verv far to-night,"

"Humbug! I want you to under­stand that you are on my ground, sir. Every moment you stay endangers my property. Out of this place in two minutes, or I'll have you under arrest."

Brewster had worked himself into a fine rage, and felt that he was acquit­ting himself with credit. His self-congratulatory meditations were in-tqirupted by a movement within the tramp's domicile. The highest sect ion of the roof was pushed away by a thin hand, and a tall erect figure rose through the aperture like a jack-in-the-box. Spmething more than the unex-

Sected nature of the apparition caused rewster to fall back with a start, as

if lie had seen a ghost. He was not a fanciful man, but the uncanny locality, the noisome smells, the curling Wreaths of vapor, the moon struggling to pierce the thick veil of mist overhead, cou­pled, perhaps, witlvthe afternoon's reminiscences, carried him back twenty vears, and he was in the pens of An-dersonville, waking from a troubled sleep to see the thin form of Lenoir stealing to his side at midnight, to thrust into the lad's pocket a crust of bread saved from his own scanty ra­tions. He put the recollection of that

• wretched experience resolutely from his mind, but it left its impression. Along with visionary plans of riotous feasts and gluttonous indul­gence commonly planned by hungry men in such extremities, to be carried out in case of release, he had taken one solemn oath. He had vowed that if ever,he escaped from that wretched hole, so lived and had it in his power he would never fail to feed a hungry human being. Through all the fluctu­ations of his business career and the manifold duties of his busy life he had kept this pledge inviolate, as many a drunken loafer and disreputable bum­mer in Steuart-st. could attest, lie-solve had grown into a principle of action, and principle into nabit. Ho recalled this custom now.

"Here, sir; this will get you a round meal down yonder," nodding in the direction of the cheap eating-liouses in Fourth-st., as he extended a quarter he had extracted from his trousers'

Eocket, carefully weighing it in his and to make sure that he was in no

danger of giving away a gold piece by mistake.

"Do yon think that if I wanted chari­ty I would be occupying this palatial mansion and fasting until refuse gar­bage seems a mess for a king?"

Brester recalled what Martin had said, and drew back his well-meant of­fering with a sense of personal injury.

"Oh, come now! Be off, like a good fellow, and make no more trouble."

The lumberman was impatient to bring the interview to aclose. Hestill fingered the silver-piece with an uneasy sense that it would bo better in the possession of a vagabond. The man. raised his tattered hat, with a mock­ing bow, and essayed to step over the walls of his abode; but his legs proved too unsteady for the successful ac­complishment of his purpose. He stumbled, reeled and sat down on his own roof-top, which rasped and clash­ed in a dismal chorus.

Brewster knew the meaning of the action. How many times had he seen some poor fellow, reduced to the last limits of inanition, falter and fall by the way on a forced march. His re­flections exploded in two words, each possessed ot three syllables, and fol­lowed by an explanation point. The first was "starvation"; the second dif-ferred only in the jirst syllable, and re­presented a very essential article of faith in the orthodox creed. He sup­plemented the remarks with an im-•perative order to the watchman, who forthwith seized one of the vagrant's arms. Half leading, half supporting him, ignoring his famt protests, they took him up the path to the office, and.placed him on a chair before the fire.

•As they progressed on their slimv

path, Brewster inconsequently re­called the battle of Shilon, when Le­noir, badly wounded and thrown from the saddle of ft dying horse, had been led to the rear, protesting and fighting every step of the way. As he came in­to the light of the office windows, he accounted for the sensation by the dis­covery that the man wore a cheap overcoat of military cloth and cut, of the stamp usually affected by thf "hay-bunkers."

They placed him in a chair before the fire and he sat there a mutinous captive, his felt hat with its battered brim drawn down over his eyes and partially shading his face. The first glance at the stranger in the honest light of the office lamp had in a meas­ure reassured Brewster and put to flight his absurd fancies. There was nothing striking or uncommon in tho spare figure, or the old face with its lines of care and pain. It was a very ordinary face, an eminently prosaic face, he assured himself of the same type as ten thousand others in the city, but ho could not resist a crazy desire to see the forehead bared, to look at the left temple and—

Bah! Back to those old memories of the war again! So much for the pernicious effect of the afternoon's as­sociations. Well, what was it, after all? Only a young fellow, his bluesuit in tattera crazed with fever, crawling past the dead line, a strong hand stretched out to save him a dull report, a bullet leaving a bloody track across the temple and along the scalp of the rescuer.

And why had he lost sight of the gallant old soul all theso years? Con­found it! Lenoir was just the one to sneak off from his friends if the world used him ill, to live in a dugout and dine on scraps rather thanask charity. Yes, and to lest and flash out with a dauntless spirit in a moment o| hu­miliation and shame that held worse terror to a proud soul than the bravest soldier ever faced on the bat­tle-field. Could poverty, and despair, and ill-health reduce the high-souled gentleman and soldier to the likeness of that old scarecrow? Brewster step­ped impulsivly forward, reaching over for a chunk of firewood, awkwardly brushing the stranger's head with lus arm ana knocking "off tho slouch hat.

He hesitated just long enough to ob­serve a white track across the temple and through the sparse gray hair, then, with his brain in a whirl, secured tho stick of wood, laid it carefully upon the blaze, took out pencil and note­book and scribbled a few lines to his wife. A close carriage, a fire in the best room, a warm dinner; his pencil check­ed off the items at lightninjspeed. He called the watchman and dispatched him with the note, meeting the man's wondering look with one of stern de­cision. As the door closed behind the messenger, and'his departing footsteps echoed fainter and fainter in the dis­tance, he turned to find his compulsory guest arising from his chair and con fronting him with a white face.

"The almshouse? I'll die first!" "Never while I live, Colonel Lenoir." Having utterec^this blunt assurance,

Brewster sat staring at his old friend through a mist of tears. The old man answered with a startled look. He drew the slouch hat lower over his eyes. His chin worked convulsively.

Old and thin and gray, overtaken by reverses, crushed by misfortune, the Colonel was found.—San Francisco Ingleside.

Hungarian Sneezers. A Hungarian with a bad cold must

have a lively time of it, being biesstd and returning thanks for the same, if the following account correctly repre­sents a custom prevalent everywhere in Hungary:

Hungarians have always hnJ a cu:i-OU8 custom of saying, "Godblwsyoui" to a person who sneezes. Of 4 night, .a Hungarian family in New'York, four men, two women, and a four-year-old child, were sitting at supper,'.when the child began to sneeze. Immediately all the knives and forks were held in mid-air, all eyes were turned towards the sneezer, and all tongues poured forth a torrent of blessings.

The child sneezed live times, and five times did her companions implore the Almighty to bless her. Then she said earnestly to each one,—

"I thank you, mother; I thank you. aunt; I thank you, Louis; I thank you, Geysa; I thank you, Paul; I thank you) Stofano."

They, in turn, smiled and nodded, piled herplatewith extra dainties, and cautioned her never to forget to ask God's blessing on one who sneezed, and to thank those who asked His bless­ing on herself. Should she fail to do so, it was intimated that death by choking might be the result of such in­gratitude.

A French Physician's Discovery. A French physician who seems to

forget that civilization is a fight against nature, contends that groaning and crying are two grand operations by which nature allays anguish; that those patients who give way to their natur­al feelings more speedily recover from accidents and operations than those who suppose it unworthy in a man to betray such symptoms of cowardice as either to groan or cry. He tells of a man who reduced his pulse from 126 to 00 in the course of a few

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Condensations. Figure-heads for ships are going ont

of use. Where, in 1860, there were, in Boston, six carvers of these heads, now there is only one. Sailors are fond of poking fun at them, and often a ship comes into port with a pipe in the month of the winged cherub on her bow.

The healing power of earthquakes is being discussed in the Spanish medical press. The statement is made that in the recent shake-np at Malaga most of the patients forgot their diseases and took to the open air. The change agreed with them so well that a few only have returned to the hospital.

The exodua to Europe promises to be light this year and the proprietors of home resorts are expecting to reap a harvest. But the same cause that pre­vents people from going to Europe where they can get the worth ol their money in one way or another may keep people at home.

Professor Olozeski has produced the lowest recorded temperatnre, 393 be­low zero Farenheit py vaporizing liquid nitrogen under low pressure. Liquid carbon monoxide gave 265 below zero, and liquid oxygen 246|.

The largest gun yet made for the United States Government has been completed by the South Boston Iron Company, and shipped to the ordnance-proving station at Sandy Hook. It has been in process of 'construction sinco lost August, and was a mate of the one destroyed last September during the moulding. This gun is 33 feet in length, weighs 54 tons, and is of 12-inch calibre, carries an 800-pound shot, and uses 150 pounds of powder in one dis­charge. It is rifled with 32 grooves, and it intended for an experiment long-range rifle gnn.

Philadelphia Times: The climatic conditions of America are apparently fa­vorable to the development of red hair, and there is more than one reason to an­ticipate thlit wo shall become a nation of ! Oi ••• m • m ^ strawberry blondes in the not very dis- J HH C J I 1 1 I I |\| tant future. The diverse foreign ele- ] " ments that are gradually fused into a j new national character are suoh as cor­roborate rather than weaken this ex­pectation. We have, on the ono hand, the blonde type of the Saxon races, and on the other the brnnette type of the Lathi races, ivilh Celtic reinforcements of both types. What is more natural than that the union of these types in a nation, as in a married couple, should result in red-headed progeny?

An English shipbuilder has prepared a model of a fast cruiser for the British admirality, which is worthy' the atten­tion of our own naval board. This ves­sel will have a speed of twenty-five miles an hour, with coal-carrying ca­pacity sufficient to take bar from Liver­pool to the West Indies and back at the speed of twelve knots. The engines are safe from shot being protected by tough steel walls. She carries two 110-ton guns in barbettes plated by thirteen inches of armor, and will carry torpe­does to be ejected from her bows. The cost will be not less than $2,500,000. The speed is the paramount recom­mendation, if the programme of the English builder can be realized. Twenty-five miles an hour is a very high rate of speed. It is average railroad spaed, and will make such a vessel the most formidable craft afloat.

The increase of luxury among the officers of the German army has become so marked as to be made the subject of an article in one of the reviews, and has led to the promulgation of the following order by the Emperor William: "The more that luxury and high living gain ground in other quarters the more does it become the duty of the officers of the army not to forget that it is not worldly goods which have gained them their high and honored position in the state and in society. Not only is the military fitness and ability of the officer injured by an effemiuatK manner of life, but the basis on which the officer's class (stands is shaken." The Emperor has always lived in accordance with these maxims, and led a simpler life every way than a majority of lieutenants.

The first steamer through from Now York to Albany reached that city Wed­nesday, April the latest date since 1875, when navigation opened April 10. The only other years in which the river has been closed into April, for fifty years back, were 1873, 18(53, 1856, 1847, 1843 and 183G. Since 1830 the river navigation has been opened forty-one times in March, seven times in April and six times . in.. February, while during the year 1870 the Hudson was not closed at all. The latest open­ing was in 1843, when the channel did did not become clear until the 14th oi April. The earliest opening was in 1842, when Febanary 4th was the' date of resumption of navigation.

A Large Iioad of Logs. Some time ago Harper's Weekly drew

some unfavorable comment to itself by a cut purporting to represent a load of fourteen logs loaded in one of the Wia-

timber camps. It was said by

giving full vent to his emotion, if people are at all unhappy about any­thing lot them go into their rooms and comfort themselves with a loud boo-hoo and they will feel 100 per cent, better afterward. In accordance with this the crying of children should not be too greatly discouraged. What is natural is nearly always useful, and nothing can be more natural than the crying of children when anything occurs to give them either physical or mental pain.

In defense of their system tho New York elevated railroad men say that last year there were 21 persons killed and 108 injuredontbefifteenstreetcar lines in the city, carrying 184,504,098 passengers.- They killed one out of every 18,-150,409 persons carried, and for every 3,354,630 passengers one was injured. On the elevated roads one oift oi 32,234,205 passengers was killed, and the injured was one to 8,-701,147 carried.

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When the Rev. W. Muirhead went to China about thirty-one years ago, there were not, hesays, more than ten or a dozen Christian converts in th< empire, while now folly 25p000 aro connected with jthe Church, and there are 40,000 professed adherents to tht faith. ' v

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taught that one log was a big loacK|or a team, that no team could stir such a load, even if it could be made up. The present issue of the Weekly vindicate! its former statemeut. In a half-pag< cut of Michigan luiribor scenery it gives a load of twenty logs "with, tho driver perched on the top of the pile, appar­ently on a level with the surronndiag tree tops. The letter which ac­companies the piiotograph from whicK the illustration was taken states that the load was made up in one of the numer­ous camps of the Gratwick, Smith & Fryer Lumbar Company of Tonawanda. The logs were sixteen feet long and scal­ed 14,595 feet, board, measure. It was hauled, foiir miles and banked in Otsego Lake, Michigan. It is reckoned the largest load of pine logs ever handled by one team.

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The best located

town in Southern-

Dakota, being situ­

ated near the cen­

ter of Brule County,

in the midst of the

best farming and

stock country in

the world. The

proof of which lias

been fully demon­

strated in the mag-

nificent crops of the

past few years.

KIMBALL Is located on t he Main Line ol the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul Railroad, 4.8 miles west ol Miteliell and 22 miles east ol Cliambtrlain. It has a fine pub­lic school building, good church­es, a first-class postoffice, two banks, two <rood hotels, one large grain ekv.itor and mate­rial on the ground for another, three lumber yards, all carrying immense stocks; several black­smith shops, good livery stables, and stores representing all branches of irade. Still.the country demands more and to live men great inducements are offered to invest in this

Beautiful Town The Brule County Agricul­

tural Fair Grounds adjoin the townsite anil is one of the best fair grounds in the Territory, with a good half-mile track. ".

Kimbam*, Da kota.

ft* BONANZA'

FANNINC MILL IT IS THE ONLY MILL MADE THE SCREENS OF

WHICH NEVER CLOGS.

It Is the Only Hill Hade Giving an Even Distribution ot Mast,

At Queen Victoria's last Drawing-Boom among the American debutantes presented was Miss Van Kensselear, grand-daughter of the (old .Patroon of Albany. She is greatly admired, as well for her accomplishments arid wit as for her striking style of beauty, which is Italian, with large, soft, lus­trous eyes. It is hard to imagine she is of Dutch descent. Her mother is a Southern ludv. celebrated for her beau­ty aud attractions, and belongs to a family of the "bluest blood" of the South. „ , _

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It in tho Moat Perfect Separator in the world It ifl tbe Fastest^pie&uc? and Grader in the -world

Onl} Perfect Gfain & Seed Separatoi Ever Offered Farmers.

GRADES YOUR GRAIN FOR SEED, FOR MARKET AND FOR FEED

AT 0UE OPERATION. SEND FOR CIRCULARS.

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gSF* Agents wanted in unoocuplod Territcrlen

DIKKSSOS & GATES, to. Agt's.,

Scotland. Dak. • . •

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OCHSNER Bros. KIMBALL, DAKOTA

Gr. J. ROSS M. D.

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THE TOWN IS BOOMING A nil now is the tiine to invest.

D. WARNER, Proprietor of the original town-site, 1ms platted and laid out three additions, all adjoining, with a continuation ol: streets and alleys. Part ol which are in acre lots, so as to enable a* classes to be suited in procuring a residence lot. Th.e most diT-sirable blocks on Main Street are still lor sale to those who desire to engage- in business, and ?l*eat inducements are offered to that class of men. •

The climate in this part of -Dakota is every tiling to be <le.ired and is fully as mild as that of Ohio, Indiana and Il­linois, wijii, perhaps, a less num­ber of cloudy days. The rain fall is abundant and always conies when most needed. The water is free from any alkali taste and-as pure as any found in any ol the E;istei;n States lu short, the country, climate and social advantages 1 flake this one of the bpst, it iiot the very best, county in Dakota for the emi­grant

For further particulars, call 011 or address *

D. WARNER,

KIMBALL, DAKOTA, • HUUCiO COL'N^V

Ofliw aiul temporary residence up »tniru corner of 1st and Mum St. Cftlln in City nml Comity promptly nnswercd. Hns had nev uiiteen yearn exjii-ritincn nml refers to Ohio Medical College ofCiiicinntttiunl Stati

' Medical Society of Iowa.