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, 1892-06-13
THE WILEY
Steamship and Navigation Co. S
STEAMER
MULTNOMAH
Having been thoroughly oYerhauled and
repainted has resumed her trips on
the Olympia, Tacoma and
Seattle Route.
Summer Time Gard.
DAILY EXCEPT SUNDAY.

LEAVING. ARRIVING.
Olympia =. $3.50 am. Tacoma. $3.50 am.
Tacoma. 1000 am Seattle. .12:OOnoon.
Seattle, retrng 1, pm Tacoma. % 100 pm.
Tacoma !. 80 pm. Olympia. 80 pm.
Connecting at Olympia with the Shelton
and Kamilchie boats.
SAMUEL Captain,
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1t was bright July morning when The
two enemies with their friends and SEQ
onds met at the place selected few
miles south of town. A quiet pasture
was the scene of the tragic drama, and
just at sunrise the two men faced each
other. The word was given and two
shots rang out. Wilson fell and when
the frightened men gathered around
him he was dead.
"Burbanks was prosecuted and SEN
fenced to year in the penitentiary. He
served his time and returned, but never
took any further interest in his business
nor profession. He commenced drinking
heavily and after about year of dissipa-
tion and idleness disappeared altogeth-
er. His wife sold the remnant of his
property and returned to her former
home in the east. Peter Burbanks has
not been heard of for ten years and no
one knows whether he is living or
dead"
/ had story to tell next, and as we
compared incidents and found that
Peter Burbanks, the editor, and old
Peter, the tramp, were ideHtical l re-
solved never again to discredit the story
of a mans life, no matter how vastly it
exceeded the lurid imagination of the
most ardent romancers.- Red
erick, in Western Rural.
The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1892-06-23
CAUGHT BY AN OCTOPUS.
The Deadly Grasp of This Monster of the
the Deep.

hhO DC1uAy "EaSp VI AhiS VI ah1
the Deep.
Adventures with the octopus are not
uncommon, but rarely do we read
more hazardous experience of this
kind than that recounted below by q
correspondent. He was out in a small
boat with friend named Joel Star
bird, searching for sea-birds' eggs off
the coast, few miles north of San
Francisco, and had made pretty sue
cessful afternoons work, when he
caught sight of fine abalone shell
partly covered by rock.
l determined to secure the prize,
and, being barefooted, stepped into the
water where it came above my knees
1 began working to disengage the
shell, when suddenly felt something
like tightly-dra rope about my
left ankle.
l made sudden effort to draw my
foot away, but could not move it.
knew in a minute that my ankle was
gripped in the tentacle of an octopus,
and made another spring to escape.
Two or three tentacles were now
wrapped about my bare leg But / still
thought l could get away, and began
tugging with both hands to disengage
those ugly feelers.
Joel meantime had rowed the boat a
few rods off, and was inspecting ledge
of rock for birds nests.
Before realized my danger, one of
those tentacles was around my arm,
and the horrible Shiny creature was
encircling my hips and waist.
For few minutes l struggled des-
perately, thinking to land the octopus
for / was but few feet from the shore.
But sudden numbness came over me,
my strength seemed gone, and held in
that death-like grip felt myself drawn
downward toward the water.
Joel! JOEL" CRIED desperately.
Joel heard my terrified call, and saw
most unaccountable manner. In a mo-
ment he was alongside and saw the
big octopus. Next he had out his jack
knife and began slashing and hacking
at the tentacles.
The wholesale cutting of its feelers
proved too much for the octopus, and
it relaxed it's hold on my lin bs and
body. Then Joel dragged me up on
the sand and, alarmed at my death-like
| pallor, began pounding and rubbing
life into me. 1t was more than an
hour before 1 was able to stand, and
several days before 1 fully recovered
my strength.
But for Joel's prompt action should
not be alive to tell this story. .-Youth's
Companion.
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GRIEF THAT TORE HER HEART.
A Real American Girl Tells About Her
Friends ''Lovely" Death.


The first girl was telling her friend
all about the funeral. She put her
handkerchief to her eyes occasionally as
she spoke, and it was plain that she was
deeply affected.
Poor Julia is dead" she said slowly,
''and to-day | went to her funeral. Oh!
it was the loveliest funeral | ever saw.
There were nineteen lovely hacks and
a lovely hearse, all trimmed with lovely
plumes, that nodded in the sad winds
Just lovely"
She wiped away a falling tear and
went on: Il went in the house with
great many misgivings. l was afraid
should be overcome, for Julia was one
of the best friends ever had. She had
such a lovely character. Well, the
house was thronged. Everything was
just lovely. Poor Julia was laid out in
a lovely coffin, all covered with lovely
roses, and there was, besides, the love-
lest collection of crosses and crowns on
the floor. The preacher preached a
lovely sermon, telling all about what a
lovely character the girl had, of her
lovely temper, and of the lovely angels
who would lovingly welcome her
through the golden gates. Excuse me
while dry these flowing tears"
She dried.
but it was wl1en | came to look at
the dear face of the dead girl that | was
most overcome. Her hair was smoothed
down in a lovely bang, just as | used to
know her in life. Her complexion was
lovely and white, for, you know, she
suffered dreadfully, and was bleached
to the loveliest white tint / ever saw.
And could not help thinking, as l
gazed upon my dear friends dead face,
| if she could only get up and look in the
| glass and note her lovely complexion in
| death, the terrors of the dark journey
might well be lightened for her. A
| lovely bunch of roses held in her hand
| made her look true to life"
Here the rising flow of grief came
back again. The dog on the mat arose,
walked around the room three times,
and then laid down and died. But nc
one seemed to notice it.-N. Y. Re
| COrder
The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1892-06-23

Judge Wilkes. Burbanks used to own
that place before he went to pieces"
"Burbanks?" l asked, struggling to
recall where had heard the name.
"Yes, Peter Burbanks, the wealthy
and talented journalist who established
and published the Herald so long"
/ thought of Old Pete. Was it possible
the two men were the same?
"What became of him?" asked.
event to the bad entirely. Haven't
heard of him for ten years. Why, he
could have been governor if he had
stayed here"
''Was he raised here?" 1 inquired,
thoroughly interested.
mo, he came here about thirty years
ago, when the town was new, and
worked as printer for a year or two.
Then he bought little office and
started the Herald. 1t grew and pros
pered and made its owner wealthy. He
became noted all over the state and
was at one time the confidential friend
and adviser of the governor. He
achieved his greatest popularity by be-
ing sent by the governor to inquire into
pending trouble among the miners at
Carbondale So successful was he in
his mission that he was urged and finally
consented to become candidate for the
legislature"
What caused his downfall?"
''Oh, it grew out of this very candi-
dacy. After the election, which re-
suited in his defeat, he made very
bitter attack upon a strong combina-
tion that had opposed him, charging
fraud and dishonest conduct. The
attack was particularly directed toward
a man named Wilson, who was a
notable man in the state at that time,
and leader in the faction that had
effected Burbanks' defeat. Wilson
promptly demanded a retraction. 1t
was refused A formal challenge
to fight duel followed. Burbanks ac-
cepted and the details were arranged.
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LIFE OUT OF DEATH.
The Body Sleeps that the Soul May RI
I'm Newness of Life.

The Body Sleeps that the Soul May Rise
In Newness of Life.
Such is the thought of Easter morn.
ing; not immortality, not deathless-
ness, but life out of death. II am He
that was dead, and behold ] am alive
forevermore." Yes, life for the body
out of the death of the body, as we
have life for the soul out of the death
of the soul. This is not a doctrine of
natural religion, and yet nature seems
to suggest it and is in harmony with
it. In nature death is never an abso-
Lutte end, but ministry to life. 1t is
an end to individual life, but ministry
to general life. Even the groaning and
travail of creation is movement for
ward toward life. The Creator wrests
victory off the field of defeat The
violet does not breathe out its last
breath of fragrance as you trample it
under your feet without lying down in
it's decay to feed other vegetation. The
image of death, which passes upon us
when at night we lie silent in our
chambers, the love of God bending
over us, our burdens laid down, our
grief hushed, while as pilgrims we rest
at Gods inn; the image of death after
which He who is the life has named
death; the image of death passes upon
US that we may have more of life's
reality. AS we sleep that we may
wake, so we die that we may live.
This daily death of a portion of our
being. this temporary closing of the
shutters of the soul while her weary
companion, the body, takes the re-
freshment of slumber, does not this
suggest what is to come? We sleep in
death to get beyond death. The body
sleeps that the soul may rise in new.
ness of life. Out of death comes life
y. E. Rankin, in N. Y. Herald.
The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1892-06-23
Time and Money.

He was from the country and had
come to the city to have great big
time, for nobody in his native village
knew how long, because he was, in the
home opinion, lined with money.
When he registered at the hotel he
said something about reduction on his
board for time.
"How long are you going to stay?"
asked the clerk.
"Well," he replied, with a fine air OF
magnificent prodigality, 1--WE got fifty
dollars"
'You want to see the town, of course"
suggested the clerk.
"You bet; that's what I'm here for"
was the confident answer.
"Have you return ticket?'
The guest hesitated a moment.
"Well, no, l haven't, y he said.
"Then you'd better get one for the
first train in the morning. guess we
can't make any time rate for you. Front,
show this gent to room No. /, first floor. :"
Detroit Free Press.
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a FAMILIAR TYPE.
The Woman of Original and Decided Ideas
of Dress.

The Woman OF Original and Decided Ideas
of Dress.
She is a woman of decided though
unique ideas of color combinations and
very pronounced theories as to style,
her only authority, however, being her
own individual taste, beyond which
there is no appeal. We all know this
woman. She hesitates at nothing. If
she be middle-aged and sallow, she no
more shrinks from daisy-covered bon
net than she does from a rose-colored
gown or a sash of baby-blue drawn di-
agonally from shoulder to waist after
the fashion of an Odd Fellow on parade
if the bonnet, gown, or sash chance to
please her fancy.
Perhaps she affects mittens for even
ing wear, while her more conservative
sisters are gloved in kid to the shoul-
ders, and the hue of her bonnet strings
and she is much given to strings
swears at her gown, while her faring
parasol catches up the profanity and
blazes away promiscuously in all direc-
tionS.
She is sweet woman many times, and
always to degree ingenious.
It is not uncommon for her more con-
servative sisters to nudge one another as
she passes, and the ill-bred and mali
cious do sometimes call her a fright.
This is all wrong. The trouble is that
she has never been properly classified or
introduced.
This, friends, is Ye Ladye Orchid
Harper's Bazaar.
The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1892-06-23
BENTON, La. THURSDAY, JUNE %,
"What'd he want of you?" asked the
11av how

"What'd he want of you?" asked the
galley boy, doubtingly.
WANTED me to go down to Carbon
dale and see if it would be necessary to
order out the militia to put down riot
among the miners"
l looked at him and thought that
truly he had the appearance of an am
bassador for the governor.
Didn't want to go, but the governor
insisted and l went. Things looked
ugly when l got there, but talked TO
the miners and before left everything
was as quiet as summer morn. The
governor wanted to give me job that
paid five thousand dollars year to pay
for that, but l would not have it. Got
any tobacco?" he asked of slug twenty,
as the bell rang.
yes" he continued as he took his
place at his case, 81 could have been
the governors private secretary if l
had wanted the place. but went back
and worked on my paper till"
Here he stopped. Although he would
talk for hours of things that happened
to him during his balmy days, he never
spoke of the circumstances which
caused him to go out into the world
tramp.
He worked away for nearly six weeks
and we had come to look upon him as
permanent fixture, when one morning
his stand was vacant and the word went
round that Old Pete was drunk and
that his discharge would be forthcom-
ing. Toward night he came around to
bid us good-by, looking more pathetic
| than ever.
Couldn't stand it any longer" he
said, apologetically; 'stayed sober
longer this time than had before for
ten years. Had to do it, had to do it, -
he repeated, with a silly laugh, as he
passed out to begin again his weary
tramp.
Time passed ON and Old Pete and his
remarkable career were alike forgotten.
One morning l was gratified to re-
ceive notice of my appointment to a
higher position in the establishment
which employed me. The duties of my
new position later in the season took
me to the capital of one of the central
western states. The business, while
not occupying all my time, required my
presence in the city for several days,
and l had ample time to view the magic
metropolis and admire it's splendid
streets and residences. My business
caused me to form the acquaintance of
an elderly gentleman who had been a
resident of the city since its early days
and who was perfectly familiar with
its history and public men.
One afternoon he volunteered to take
me for a drive through the beautiful
avenues, and as we passed along the
shaded drives he pointed out the homes
of many prominent citizens and men of
state reputation.
THAT" he said, indicating an ele-
CANT mansion standing some distance
back from the street, sis the home of
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LIVING OR DEAD.

sr.sv are not dead to US, who keep
qheir hong unvexed, reposeful sleep
iNAa,h grassy coverlets, flower r-bcspread;
ro< love abides though graves are deep,
And those who love are never dead.
sbev are not dead while heart to heart
selI hold communion though apart,
The visible with the unseen.
And faith and longing know the art
Of bridging the wide space between
sser are not dead who, folded fair
IN the kind Shepherds steadfast caro-
Await our coming in sure faith,
,rhen we shall see them as they are
Made vet more beautiful by death.
mt they are dead whose love has grown
To be the ghost Of love alone,
Who meet us with averted eyes,
And air constrained and altered tone,
And chill and alien courtesfes. S
They move, they accost US, and they seem
like creatures of some weary dream;
60 dead, so lost, so all-estranged,
The fire which cheered us with its gleam
Into the veriest ashes changed.
While IL our dear and living dead,
with soft, still smiles and noiseless tread,
Should come, some day, to the old place,
There would not be thought of dread
In their first rapture of embraced
Oh, strangely blended Joy and pain!
Death turned to naught, and life made vain,
Loves shade and substance still at strife,
Who shall decide between the twain,
Or which is death, and which is life.
Susan Coolidge, in S. S. Times.
The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1892-06-23
Twenty-five Cents wasted.

Dingley-That's beautiful overcoat
you have on. How much did it cost
you?
Caraway-Twenty-fve cents.
Dingley-Why, how was that?
Caraway-O, the confounded tailor
sent it home by express, and 1 had to
pay the freight.-Brooklyn Life.
The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1892-06-23
Poverty and Pride.

Mr.. Minks-Have you called on the
new neighbors next door?
Mrs. Minks-Indeed haven't, nor ]
won't neither. They're the trashiest
kind of people-poor as church mice,
I'll warrant. Thev sends their washin'
out.
"What of that?''
81 s'pose they is ashamed to show the
rags in their own yard. IN. Z. Weekly.
The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1892-06-23

ears one morning as stood at my case
busily setting type. l knew at once
that a member of the travelling fratern-
ity had made his advent. He was a
queer looking individual, dusty, ragged
and forsaken. His clothing seemed to
be made up of the contribution of all
classes of people. A broadcloth Prince
. Albert coat gave him a decidedly minis
terial look, which was sadly dispelled
by jaunty crush hat which vainly
tried to hide his rough, uncombed hair.
He passed on to the next room and l
resumed my work. After awhile he
came back.
Say, pard, have you got nickel
bout?" he asked. "The foreman is 60
ing to give me some work and want to
get bite to eat.'' @
l duly contributed and he passed
out
The next morning when entered the
eomposing room he had been installed
in the same ''alley" with myself and
was hard at work. And so he stayed.
de was a fine workman, thorough
master of his trade, and he declared that
he was tired of tramping and was going
tosettle down.
VI haven't always been a tramp" he
Vouchsafed as he got on his stool at my
hde Upon my expressing my gratifi-
cation, he continued:
u should say not. was one of the
biggest men in big state one day,
young man. Owned one of the finest
daily papers in the west. They didn't
call me Old Pete, them" he continued,
muSlngly, more to himself than to me.
Twas Hon. Peter; Burbanks then, and
mad nice home; now I'm Old Pete, the
tramp"
thought actually saw tears glisten
n The old mans eyes, but l must have
0een mistaken. The truth is, several
Years experience with his genus had
aught me that the wonderful tales they
Always told of their previous lives were
aot 70 be credited as absolutely true.
;, | looked at the old man pityingly.
MS bent and shrunken form and I'M
'sfeo Tor person were certainly worthy
compassion. His fingers mechani-
'aily deposited each letter in its proper
apartment, but his thoughts were far
away.
now did you come to be tramp?"
Sked, to arouse him.
1 oh, it got too rich for me; couldn't
''dnd success, you know"
4 ne looked at me defantly, and l
NEW that his light answer was given
merely to conceal some circumstance,
sOme tragedy, perhaps, of his life of
"a'sh even he, tramp that he was, could
wv erlng himself to speak.
~ now nov long have you been on the
| 'Oad?" Inquired.
/ \, zen years. Haven't been back to nv
N uome or heard word from there in
/ 'nat time. Just been trampin',
there " os Neio "'o =" oay
Sah the veteran fell into a reverie
NJ. NJ 'ne click, click of the type was the
sound that broke the silence of the
hosing-room. Old Pete would talk
"noever would listen. He had been
"a swnere Wv and had seen many things.
q, ~ ,o wonderful tales of his exploits,
| oo.sl, things he had done and the
rsra Ole people he had met, all of which
men. nsny oy the WORK
in,n| governor sent for ME one morn
4 tersa ~ ne was saying one day as en-
ronn 'ue w composing room and joined a
ot workmen who were waiting
we one o'clock signal.
The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1892-06-23
The Mystery Solved.

Mr.. Wayback-Be yew the waiter?
Waiter-Yes, sab.
Mr.. Wayback-Dew yew know, I've
been a-wonderin' all along why they
called these places chop-houaes. IkncNv
now. VIII yew please bring me an All
I want tew cut this steak.-J13ge.
The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1892-06-23
The Astute Office Boy.

Office Boy-There was a man in the
front Office wanted to see you, but | felt
purity sure he had a bill, SO l told i'm
you wasn't in.
Jinks-What made you think he had
bill.
Office Boy-O, he had a sneakin'
hang-dop sort of look.-Good News.
The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1892-06-23
THE BELL SKIRT HAS A RIVAL.
The Coming Gown Is Seamless, but 1t VIII
be Wildly Popular.

be Wildly Popular.
A novelty which promises to rival
seamless waists is the seamless skirt,
which retains the popular bias back and
straight front 1t is used, however, with
London tailor gowns that have coat
waists fitted by darts and side FORMS
The material for this skirt must be
forty-five inches wide, as the width
makes the length of the skirt, the selv-
ages being at top and bottom. The bias
back (without seam) is given by tusn-
ing one upper corner down to the foot
on the left side, making triangular
half-handkerchief shape; the other
straight end is carried around the right
side to form the front and coming back
on the left side meets the selvage edge
of the triangular back and is Tapped
upon it and buttoned down its entire
length. The top is curved out and fitted
to the figure by darts or gathers in front
and on the sides, and the point at the
top of the back is also cut of to give
greater fullness. The lower edge is
is fitted at the top. The fiaring folds of
the back are very effective, and the but
tons far back on the left side may be
made very decorative. Plain fabrics and
stripes are both used for these skirts.
They are lined throughout with silk or
alpaca, and there is no foundation skirt.
A spring gown from London made
with the seamless skirt is of rough-sur-
faced gray wool fiecked with white and
black. The waist is bluntly pointed in
front and double breasted, with coat
tail back. The front, fitted by two
darts each side, has lap to the left
sewed on in the middle seam from the
Understanding collar to the pointed end.
This lap is narrow below, and is but
toned by small crocheted silk buttons
up the first dart, then widens rapidly tC
the left shoulder, the widened parts
being cut either in two or three sharp
points, each having a button-hole to
meet large crocheted button set on
the waist. The collar band is high,
close, and bias. On the sides the waist
curves slightly, to descend in the back
in two narrow coattails lined with silk
and Tapped toward the left. One or two
rows of stitching finish all the edges.
The sleeves are of large coat shape
trimmed at the wrists with two points
holding buttons of the largest size used
on the waist. The seamless skirt is
lined throughout with grav silk taffeta,
and has pinked balayeuse of taffeta
1t is Tapped far toward the back of the
left side on fly band added to the
back part of the skirt. The lap is
stitched near the edge, and again three
inches from the edge; in the spade be-
tween are large button-holes to meet
buttons set on the Fly" The foot is
bordered with bias fold of the material
eight inches wide, attached by two rows
of stitching at the top.-Harper's Bazar.
Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1892-07-28

termined then-a determination
to which I have adhered-that |
would not again obtrude on my fell
low citizens on any public ques-
tion-
Gen. Hampton characterizes
the friends of Reform as s'Tillman
roughs"
Just after the Aiken meeting 10
1890 the Memphis Commercial
made the following publication:
"Senator Wade Hampton was
seen by The Commercial correspon-
dent to day and asked if the
printed reports as to the people OF
South Carolina having offered
him insults were true.
The Senator replied with good
deal of. emphasis that they were
the work of the fertile brain OF
sensational correspondents"
aNo attempt was made to insult
me, though there were few men
who did not. behave as they should
have done. The people of South
Carolina are made of different
material, and such IN effort would
have been resented"
From thisis will be seen Gen.
Hampton did not regard himself
as being insulted in 1890 His
speaking of the :Tillmam roughs"
must be an after thought-Medi edium