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Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1893-01-19

Associated pr,ss DSaatca Nv Spe "al wires.
PHTLADELPHrA. Jan, 1s.-Flout, quiet.
Wheat. dull. but steauy; No. red, 79c.: " ). 9
Pennsylvania red. 1GTc,
Corn, steady; No. . for local trade, SIC; No.
9 in export elevator, SIC,
Oats, steaay, but dull: No. white. i3Ia3kc.;
No. white, ~ y s42c.; No. mixed. 4Oc.
Bran, firm; winter, Sl7alS; sIrihg, SI6ai7.
Ealel hay, scarce and firm: ttnotDy, small
hrles, sl7 50a2D; fancy large bRle-, SCI; mixed,
s.6RlS; balrd rye straw, Sia.75ll3.
Butter firm. with light offerings Tennsyl-
vania creamery, extra. s3a3ic; Iennsgl.
yania prints, extra, wholesale, 3ic,; Pennsyl-
vania prints extra iobbing, at Use.
Eggs, nrm.
Cheese firm.
Petroleum, steady.
Potatoes. SSc.ail bushel.
Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1893-01-19

Associated prsas Dsnatcn ny 4nsi,al tvlras.
NEW YORK, jan. i7.-Flour, state and Western
fairly active, nrln: southern, lair domand,
frm rye Hour, quiet, firm; superlne, &3H3.30.
Wheat, No. Sed nc, lower, on foreign
Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1893-01-19
ODD rELLows NAN COMPANY.
Annual Meeting OF Its Stoctholde rs-- Con,
ditfon OF Its Finances

The 4ith annual meeting of the stock
holders of odd Fellows Hall Company
was held yesterday. Isaac w. llat!am,
the secretary and treasurer, submitted
the following report for the year ending
December 3lst
Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1893-01-19

ss,ah Hanna died Monday aged 1903
Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1893-01-19

W, L. Manship of Milton, is passing the
winter in this city.
Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1893-01-19

HARRlsBuRG. Pa, Jan. 1.-THE vote in
the Republican caucus for United States
Senator, this morning, was: Quay, ING;
Dal2ell IS Goblin, 1.
Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1893-04-01
WHAT EASTER MEANS.

A RcfresheninE of Creation, an Awaken
ing of the Heart, Conscious. Warm,
peep and Holy.
Eastertide again! Home shrine and
public altar blossom once more with
the stately, delicate Easter lilies.
Once more the pipes of the throbbing
organs breath forth the exultant Easter
anthem. Once more the Easter bells
proclaim in swelling triumph: "He is
risen."
But this is not the season of flowers
and music alone. Man turns with visit
full eyes to scan the life of his fellow
man for signs of the risen Christ. And
through the selfishness, the strife, the
rush for gain, the oppression of the
poor, the crushing of the weak, he
catches faint CLEANS of hope.
Wherever man stoops in pity over
the sorrowing or the afflicted; wherever
man looks into the eyes of foe,
breathing: 81 forgive" there is Christ
risen indeed. Wherever the hand Of
woman reaches out in sweet charity.
wherever she bravely walks beside to
upbear an erring sister, Christ is risen
indeed.
Wherever the soul OF the people,
Arising in courage and might,
Bursts forth from the error that shrouded
Its hope in the gloom of the night:
Wherever in sight of Gods leSions
The armies OF evil recede,
And truth wins a soul for the Kingdom,
The Master Is risen indeed"
Ah, no! Easter means more than
lilies and sermons and bells. Its COM
ing is to the soul what the return of
the sun is to the earth--a refreshing
of creation, the full awakening of the
heart, conscious, warm, deep, holy-a
very resurrection.-Youn Mems Era.
Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1893-04-01
SCATTERING SCRAPS.

THE death of Gen. Beauregard leave0
but one of the seven successful gen
erals of the southern army living, and
none of the five men on whom that
rank was conferred at the beginning
of the war. These five men were
Cooper, Lee, Joseph L. Johnston, Albert
Sydney Johnston, and Beauregard,
Bragg and Kirby Smith were after.
ward made full generals. Kirby Smith
alone survives.
MRS. JOHN A. LOGAN is a woman who
possesses the somewhat rare feminine
ability TO comprehend and intelligently
converse upon politics. She and Gen.
Grant had many heated battle. The
story is told that in the midst of dis
cussion, which had been particularly
long and interesting, the general lost
sight of the fact that he was talking to
II woman. He was vigorously refuting
one of her statements when he reached
into an inside pocket, pulled and opened
a cigar case and offered Mrs. Logan a
cigar. She took it and, apparently not
noticing the incongruity of the situa-
tion, quickly concealed it. The gem
eral Int his and launched on in oblivion.
Among the most treasured of Mrs Lo-
gan's possessions Is that cigar.
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the heartachc II gave me to part with
Herbert Wilson. Two years before
papa had sent him off to seek his for
tune, and lived meantime on the hope
of his finding it. 1t was n romantic
little love story, and, being so much
alone, had suffered more than papa
knew, so l was glad to think of having
a comr anion of my own age.
She came with papa, and rnshed into
my arms, apparently as pleased as /
was. / had pulled down my face to
express my sympathy with her recent
loss, but it was wasted sentiment. She
did not appear to have any feeling about
1t, and longer acquaintance convinced
me that she had no depth of feeling
about anything.
But She was charming, little, fairy
like blonde, with fluffy yellow hair,
soft blue eyes and n complexion like
Strawberries and cream. / felt gigan-
tic when saw our reflections in long
mirror, for l was tall, decidedly bru-
nette, and, while was just six months
the younger, looked five years older
than the child-like little butterfly.
1t was pretty to see how she enjoyed
the luxuries about her, the dainty food,
the cozy arm chairs, and, above all, the
idlcness. Poor little mitel She had
faced poverty ever since she was born,
and she enjoyed comfort as much as
kitten.
II mean to marry rich man." she
told me, ''or not marry at all. Lots and
lots of money! That is my idea of per-
feet bliss. And, by the way, Bess,
why don't you marry Mr.. Gordon?"
] laughed heartily Ever since
Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1893-04-01
TIE EASTER BONNET.

Don't make 'em like they used to-done killed
with too much style
Fixed up with birds an ribbons till you know
'em half mile
They call en- Easter bonnets, in the big store
windows hung
Amt nothin' like the bonnets that they wore
when we was youngl
How much completer sweeter and noater was
tho old
Ttmc bonnet, shadin' rosy checks an r!nslets
black an gold
Plain with no tlxin's on it-with string of red
or blue;
But q kiss beneath that bonnet was as sweet as
honey-dew!
Don't make EN- like they use to-done killed
with too much style;
An yet the girls that wear em give fellow
sich smile
He kinder smooths it over-forgives 'cm, SO
high-strYng-
But they're nuthin' like the bonnets that they
wore when we was young!
ATLANTA Constitution.
Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1893-04-01

soldiers, giving the rebel war cry Of
gave the order to aim and then to fire,
at the same time suiting the action to
the word. The amazement of tho
unionists can be imagined when two of
their number fell seriously wounded.
Before they had fully recovered from
their surprise another volley was fred,
wounding others. The three men
hastily retreated. The town was
searched, but they were not found, as
they had gone further down the road
The army moved forward, and a mile
from town was again fred upon, this
time from ambush. The order was
given to capture them alive, and they
were charged by at least five hundred
men, but were not taken, as they APP
parently knew the rough country we'll
Another mile and three more union
soldiers fall under their aim Two
miles further on three others fell out
of the ranks and were carried to tho
roadside to await the arrival of the
ambulance. The three avengers has
tened forward and found concealment
in graveyard beside the highway.
Here they waited again for Stoneman's
army. The troops were ordered to fire
if another assault was made. They ad-
vanced nervously for the fifth time.
Suddenly the crack of three rifles was
heard, and the roar of five hundred
muskets answered it. The mad Vir-
ginians fell riddled with bullets and
were buried where they fell This
was the last blood shed in the war
st T,onic Repuhl,p
Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1893-04-01
THE BATTLE FIELD.
LAST eLooDsAeD OF THE WAR
HOW Thrco Virginians Lost Their Livos
FlghtIng Stoneman,s Army.

How Thrco Virginians Lost Their 1.-Two,
Fighting stoneman's Army.
In swampy country graveyard five
miles from Floyd Court House, Va, are
buried William Bordunoix, John Nc.
Masters and Owen Lewis on the spo,
where union bullets laid them low.
Their graves have sunk and are almost
concealed by rank calimos weeds. Cut
on the face of one of the hcadstones,
which have almost fallen over the neg
lected graves, is the following simple
inscription: civilian Bordunix, Born
January 16, 1910. Died May Gath, 1865. "
The two others have similar inscrip-
tions.
In that isolated mountainous coun-
try, forty miles from the nearest rail.
road, their names are famous They
were the last men slain in the war.
Forty-three days after the surrender
of Gen. Lee they gave up their lives on
the altar of the dead confederacy. Nor
is it the fact that they were the last
men killed who have made their
names famous in that community.
History does not record the battle in
which they were killed. The engage.
ment took place May 23, 1865, or forty
three days after the close of the late
conflict.
After Gen. George d. Stoneman's re-
turn to Greensboro, N. c., from his
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Stub Ends of Thought.

1t does as much good to forget un-
pleasant things as it does to remember
pleasant ones.
Vanity doesn't leave as age comes on.
mistake is one of the things that
should only be made once.
The head prepares the healing balm;
the heart lays it upon the pain.
The man who won't pay his debts
would be common thief If he were
not n coward.
Matriinony is not the kingdom OF
heaven, for rich man may enter
therein.
Only the animal that is in us make
us love life because it is life.
If there were no charity there could
be no religion.
If dog could think as man does, he
might be less faithfuL--Detroit Free
Press.
Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1893-04-01
SAVED BY A KISS.
War Romance with Abundance oi
Moonlight and Bullets.

Moonlight and Bullets.
81 was lieutenant colonel of Ken
tuclSy cavalry regiment" said Col.
John c. Underwood, of Kentucky.
Our command was in East Tennessee,
and one bright moonlight night con-
cluded to ride away from camp and
take a look about the vicinity. rode
several miles, and, coming to farm
house, hitched my horse and knocked
at the door A young woman, tho
most beautiful had ever seen, it
seemed to me, appeared after awhile,
and invited'me in. She and her aged
mother were the only occupants of the
house, the men OF the family being in
the confederate army. We chatted
pleasantly for n few minutes, when
my fair hostess arose and said:
Colonel, you ran great risk in leav-
ing your horse in such an exposed po-
sition; the Yankee picsets are all
about us. will go and put him in the
barn
''Shc left the room, and after few
minutes returned, when we resumed
our conversation. Suddenly she
started up and listened. Colonel, you
must go now she exclaimed. 4 hear
the sound of horses hoofs; the fed
erals are coming" Rushing out of the
door, she led my horse to the back of
the house, and l, following her, jumped
on his back. The most natural thing
for me to have done would have been
to set spurs to him and get away rs
soon as possible. But l could not. /
was young and impressionable, and
the situation was enhancing. The
moon shed silver light upon the
earth, a gentle breeze was stirring and
the rustic of the leaves in the grand
old trees was like music to my soul.
And amid these enchanting surround
ings beautiful face with fearful eyes
looked up into mine, beseechiug me to
hasten. ! could not resist the tempta.
ton, and, STOPPING down from my
horse, put my arm around her, drew
her closer to my side and kissed her.
"As l did so shower of bullets
passed over my head. One of them
went through the rim of my hat. !
was in full sight of Il company of fed.
eral horsemen. No other warning was
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my personality and give myself to my
| cousin The duties of hospitality were
pressing, for we had hidden all our
dear five hundred friends" to the we'd
ding, and to the reception afterward. l
had escaped n bridesmaids position by
| pleading that of hostess; but was
very busy, and only at night could l
let my sorrow have it's way. How
much had loved, how perfectly l had
trusted Herbert, l learned in those
days, when all my love and trust
seemed thrust back upon my own
heart The last drop was added to my
cup of misery the very day before
Lizzie's wedding. Father came home
earlier than usual, and came to my
room.
Bessie, my dear" he said, "I heard
some news to-day that will come to
you, sooner OF later, and 1 thought /
could tell you it more kindly than any
one else"
Bert is married." thought, but 1
could not speak the cruel words.
Herbert Wilson has come back, my
dear, and taken partnership in the
firm for which he has been travelling
loI UNo years. llc iluI IL lcSdCy,
not very large, but sufficient, with his
own value to the firm, to give him
place. He knows, my dear, that only
wanted him to prove that he could
take care of wife, and he should have
come to me at once, after what he has
said, both to you and to me. Bessie, it
is hard thing to say, but 1 am afraid
he was counting upon marrying you
for my helping hand in business. Now
that he does not need that-There
therefor / broke down at last
don't cry, dear; it's better for you to
know him as he is. -
Then he took me in his arms, my
dear father, and gave me such caress-
ing tenderness as my mother might
have done. l had my cry out on his
knew / never could be utterly mis-
crable while my father lived.
We agreed to say nothing to Lizzie.
and dressed her myself to go to
church, thinking no fairer bride had
ever been seen, nor one that was more
carelessly entering upon the new, SOL
emn duties before her. She chattercd
with the pretty cluster of girls who
were to be her bridesmaids. and was
the brightest of them all. When we
drove up to the church door, we found
Mr.. Gordon awaiting us, and after
some fluttering of lace and flowers in
the vestry room, the bridal procession
sailed up the broad aisle, Lizzie on
papa's arm and Mr.. Gordon escorting
his married sister
slipped into my pew, and when my
eyes wandered, saw-Bert Wilson,
looking at Lizzie with dazed express
sion, as if she was u part of night
marc.
Then understood. When the organ
pealcd forth the wedding march, and
Mr.. and Mrs. Gordon walked slowly
down the aisle, caught Herbert's eyes
and smiled. Two minutes later he was
beside me.
"You will come to my Cousins recep-
tion," said, shaking hands. II should
have sent you cards if had known
your address,"
81 saw the card" he said, in low,
choked voice: Charles Gordon and
Elizabeth Bassett.'"
'And you sent back my poor, little
ring"
But you will forgive me, Bessie, and
let me have my ring againP You'never
told me that you had cousin whose
name was the same rs your own"
just then papa Joined us. He asked
no questions, and we drove homo to-
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I selected, but had orders to be gen.
erous, and between us we had ready a
trousseau of which Mrs. Gordon need
not be ashamed.
But on Easter day, when I could not
quite detach my heart from earthly
matters, l watched eagerly for Her.
bert's present. had made no secret
of this little ray of hope that came to
me, and father only grunted when /
displayed my trifling presents.
was in my room alone when this
one came-a little box, such as I had
twice before opened. And on the pink
cotton dainty crystal egg. Two lay
in my jewel box; one with n tiny
loclset, one with golden cross, inside.
l opened this one. My heart gave one
sickening throb and the whole room
seemed to reel about me. When my
sight was once more clear, saw on
the pretty pink cotton the ring l had
given Herbert Wilson. There could be
no mistake. There it lay, mociing me
with its tiny clasped hands and en-
twined initials. He was false to me.
Some fairere face had won his heart,
and he had sent my ring back to Inc.
1t had never been my habit to show
my feelings on any occasion, so I.closcd
up the pretty crystal egg, locked it
away in my jewel box, and went down
to dinner. Father noticed that was
very pale, but accepted trifing head
ache as an excuse, and Lizzie made no
comment. She was deep in the study
of our visiting list, and adding few
cards to those already sent out.
The next week was all whirl.
Somehow did manatre to push hack
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coald remember had been asked why
/ didn't marry Mr.. Gordon. He had
wooed me with dolls and sugar plums
while l was a mere baby, and his de-
votions were apparent to the most
careless. Even Bert, my own Bert, had
occasional spasms of jealousy, and in
our last conversation had said, implor-
ingly:
You'll give me fair chance, Bes-
sic? You won't marry G. Gordon?"
And l solemnly promised never to
marry Charles Gordon.
stop laughing!" Lizze said. We
had found she had always been called
Lizzie, so there was no confusion from
our both having our grandmother's
name. stop laughing, and tell me
why you don't marry Mr.. Gordon. They
say he is awfully rich"
"And they can say he is awfully silly
and awfully drcadfulr' l cried. HE is
half a fool, Lizzie, and he is old enough
to be my father. Marry Mr.. Gordon, in
decd!'
Tell me-" she said, nesting down
in my arms, sis there not what the
novels call 'anothcr?'
"Yes, my dear, there is"
Where is hep"
81 don't know" said, ruefully; che
was sent away to seek his fortune. He
is 4 poor man, and father thought l
was too young to know my own mind!
But he has sent me n Christmas card
and an Easter egg every time the days
come round so that know he is alive
and does not forget me-
"How jolly" said Lizzie. sand is
that his ring?"
''Yes; we each had one made to or
der, just alike-two clasped hands, and
on the reverse side our initials en-
twined."
How romantic!" said Lizzie.
~ don't believe you have any hearth
l cried, Indignantly.
mot the tiniost, tiniest Bit" she
said, with perfect good humor; but.
Bessie, if there is another can't l
have Mr.. Gordon?"
You ridiculous baby" said, "you
need not ask my permission. l wouldn't
marry him il had never heard of AN
other"
ing to my vanity to see how readily she
could make my lifelong lover her slave.
She was so pretty, and her mourning
was the merest pretense-just enough
black to set off her dazzling complex
ion, and she know we'll the power of
beauty. Then her childlike, innocent
ways were attractive to the elderly
adorer had always kept at distance.
She sang for him, waltzed with him,
dcvourcd his bon-bons by the box, fiat
tered him, and when he threw his for
tune and himself at her feet, she ac-
cepted him.
think papa was secretly delighted.
He was accustomed to my q uiet ways,
and this dancing, singing fairy fitting
about rather bcwildered him. We
were rather old-fashioned folks, papa
and /, and my cousin had considerab
"girl-of-the-pcriod" about her.
1t was just before Lent that Lizzie
told us of her engagement, and, as Mr..
Gordon urged an early wedding day, it
was decided that the week following
Easter should make him ''the happy
man" of gorgeous wedding.
Papa was liberal, and my Lenten du-
ties were sadly upset by the prepara-
tions for n grand reception, after the
church wedding. 1t was q perfect de-
light to Lizzie to throw off her black
dress and try on the pretty finery that
papa gave me permission to provide.
She was not exacting, accepting what
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I DREW HER TOWARD ME.

necessary. My horse realized the
danger as we'll as l, and race for life
ensued. The enemy pressed hard upon
me for a time, and more than once
their bullets grazcd my head, hui
fortune favored me. and l at length
reached the confederate lines in safety.
Do you wonder that remember when
kiss saved my life?"-Boston Globe.
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gether Explanations were made, and
My Crystal Easter Egg was opened to
give back Herberts ring, which my
husband tells me shall never again
leave his finger.-Annie Shields, in N.
Y. Ledger.
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chorus that gladdens the skies;
The stone from the tomb OF tho ages is rolled,
The chains OF mortality broken, behold
Let me rise, let me rise OH the wings OF tho
light,
And In antinhoncs new with the angels unite;
The dumb tomb has spoken, and falls our
ears
The song of the morning that gladdens the
sphercsl
The skies are all glowing, untettcrcd the rills;
Tho flowers of the south winds are lighting the
hills!
But what were the glories of spring times that
II the dead in the chamber of silence were
laid
Arise, then, my SOUL on the wings OF the
light;
Thy songs with the messenger angels unite:
The dumb tomb has spokenl mortality hears
The song OF the morning that gladdens tho
sphcres
Celestial doors o-en, and falls on faiths ear
An anthem as sweet as the reeds of Judca,
Now rising triumphant, the chorus of time,
And the bells of the blessed conjubilant
chime.
Arise, o my SOUL on the wings of the light
In the songs of the Cross with the victors
unite;
Tho dumb tomb has spokcnl mortality hears
Tho song of the morning that gladdens the
spheresl
The Cross CLEANS above us, below smile the
flowers,
The tomb is chamber OF heavenly dowcrs,
New life glows within US, and it will not be
long
That our psamswc shall sing in these prisons OF
song
Arise, then arise on the wings of tho light
With the skies singing DER US in chorus
unite;
The dumb tomb has spoken, and falls on our
ears
The song OF the morning that gladdens tho
spheres!
-Hezekiah Butterworth, in Ladies' Homo
Journal