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gone, it seemed ez Of nuthin could ever make
up fur the wrong we'd done each other. No
wishin' nor prayin' nor forgivin' nor nuthin'
can ever straighten things out. It'll stay so
till Roger an me meet agin'. when It ii be all
told out an judged accordin'ly afore the
Lord who knows all.
.'Well, Phoebe wuz ez bright an hearty n
girl ez you'd see any place; but Roger-he
wuz allus kinder sober an fonder NV book
larnin' than w workin'. l guess it wuz
nat raj to him. He went to school till he wuz
eighteen, then he got to fussin' about goin' to
college-wuZ fairly possess,t to go. One
Winter he taught school. meanin' to earn
money enough 10 study n term in New York.
but some way he didn't save it. an yit
when Spring come he WIZ more set N ever
about goin'.
In them days, there wuz little bit Nv a
homestead right by here, where Deacon
Sangster lived It's sorter wilderness-look-
ing place now, but there's the chimney Nv the
old house a'-standin' yit an that there thicket
NV laylocks grew all round the gate NV the
front yard. The deacon had Jest one girl
Elizabeth-an' pretty: she wuz that sweet an
pretty an wholesome Iookin' that it fairly did
your eyes good to look at her. She an I'd
allus knowed each other. an all along ever
since we'd trudged back an for ard to school
together I'd kind NV set my heart on some
time marryin' her. So l started to save an
it KEEP a-growin'-but slow, cause every cent
was needed sore in them days but what with
workin nights an raisin' calf an a pig or
two an goIn' without many thing l got a
hundred an twenty dollars together, which
in them times wuZ consid rable. One night
down by that very clump Nv laylocks fifty-
five years ago this April. l spoke to Elizabeth
about it an she said in her shy sort Nv way
that she'd alus liked me an would wait ez
longs wanted her to. l told EN- all about
it at home an mother wuZ glad for my sake;
said she couldn't wish me better wife n
Elizabeth.
las the winter wore on Roger fretted
worse'r ever, CROWN more'n more peeked
every day. worryin' cause he couldn't hcv
the books he wanted an go to college. At
last. we'd to have the doctor to see him, who
said he'd be down in decline eff he couldn't
go at the work he wuz hank rim after.
"Mother an me set that evenin' talkin' it
over fur hours an hours. More'n one big log
blazed up, lightin' the little old kitchen, an
then fell in ashes. afore we grew still; an
every once't in a while Rogers hackin' cough
would come from the east room an mother'd
sob hard but quiet, fur Roger wuz the very
pride NV her heart.
''That night resolved ont that he should
have my savin's to go to college. an Eliza
beth an me could wait a bit longer. told
the table, sobbin' ez hard ez mother had done
with that short little cough comm all the
time; but he wouldn't take the money; said
he'd never touch it, an spoil all my life.
"He held out ez obstinate's any mule about
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it. but at last he started. fur l got our old
doctor to send his fee to the college an then
when 'twuz paid he had TO follcr. l carried
him to meet the stage twelve miles of; an |
won't never forgit the look on his thin lace.
with his blue eyes sorter wet. ez he held both
my hands an thanked me. Then when we
heard the rumble Nv the old stage comm
down the mountain. his last words waz. Mar
tin | can't tell you what this II be iur me, but
you won't never be sorry
THAT might | told the hull story to
Elizabeth an she cried some with her head
on my shoulder-for her life want none too
easy. The deacon wuz set an strict an close.
an bout ez sociabe eZ a stun fence. She
had to work hard an 'twuz lonesomer'n the
grave out there: but after al she Civ in that
I'd done best, an that we could wait awhile
longer bein' both young.
Mother an Phoebe an me had moren ever
to do in them days, an every once't in
while somethin' had to be sent TO Roger, fur
livin cost in New York even then. Many a
long. CHEEKY letter come from him tellin' how
he'd lost his cough an wuz studyin' law an
gettin' on so well: that soon he could buy Il
big farm fur Elizabeth an me an send Phoebe
to q fine school. an that mother wouldn't have
to,work hard all her days. So year passed.
but dollar an ten cents wuz all I'd saved,
fur money wuz scarce an nothin' wuz cheap.
In the Spring Roger come home an
changed-so changed you'd scarcely hev
knowed him. Elizabeth laughed an said he
wuz cityfied: but 'twan't that. He wuz kind
Nv impatient Nv our slow country ways,
though he tried not to show it; an l know he
thought home poorer'n shabbier'n ever-an'
it fretted him. he talked diff rent an dressed
diff rent an acted diff rent; 'twa'n't the same
old Roger er ez went away, though they said
he wuz powerful smart an learin fast an
maxim his wav already in the big city.
HE brought home a hull trunkful Nv books
an did sights Nv studyin' that Summer, out
the long days in the woods or fields with his
books an papers: SO didn't see much Nv
him. for I hired to a farmer a good ways off,
an the walk home mornia' an evenin S took
most Nv my time. Months passed when I'd
only see Elizabeth Sundays, but every time
seed her she seemed to me sweeter an pret-
tern ever. Roger an she grew great friends
in them days. He'd loan her books or go over
there to talk to the deacon an used to think
how good 'twuz Nv him to try an make her
life some brighter.
Late in the fall when the days began to
grow kinder short an dreary, an everything
seemed lonesome. Roger went back to the
city. where he'd some examinations to pass
an studvin' to do, for he calculated openin'
an Office in New York when he got through.
Somehow or another it seemed ez ef Eliza
beth an me kinder drew apart that Winter.
We hadn't no quarrel: she wuz ez sweet an
lovely ez ever an ez gentle; but l missed the
old kindness an sympathizin' ways that used
to be sech a comfort to me. My heart grew
sore enough to think I couldn't take her to
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Fur me, the years went by filed with
hard work. the best thing in the world to
keep a man from thinkin' When Phoebe wuz
twenty-six she went to good home and .
husband who knowed she wuz worth the ten
derest care an love. They both wanted me
to go an live with them, but felt I'd he best
content by myself. Last night, Jest ez the sun
WIZ goin' down. wuz gettin' through with
my chores when Seth Warmers boy come
drivin' up to say that Roger Howe wuz dyin'
an wanted to see me. / wuz so kind Nv
struck Jest climbed into the wagon an rode
along % ef l wuz in n dream. never askin' q
question nor wond'rin' about nothin'; fur
wuz way back iivin' old days over agin'-dayp
when Roger an me trudged four miles to
school together or went chasin' woodchucks
an squirrels among the pine trees. happy
days we spent fishin in the brook back NV the
house or drove the cows night an mornin' to
the fur pasture. little Phoebe on my back
laughin an screamin' and Roger runnin'
ahead to let down the bars. long, bright days
in hayin' time. when work wuz fun for US
years an years an years ago.
when l reached the door Nv the old home
stead Elizabeth wuz there TO meet me, only at
first | couldn't sense it that that totterin'
wrinked. white-haired old body with the
tears in her dim eyes an her hands shakin' ez
eff they wuz palsied could be the Elizabeth
I'd left that night at the gate among the lay
lock bushes.
Sne leu me into the old east room, which
looked poorer an barern ever" Martin
choked down great sob and his lip trembled
''An' there, he added after moment. there
lay Roger-worn to skin an bone an with
death looking out NV his face Everything
bad an hateful seemed to die out NV nv heart
in one moment l could only remember the
little lad I'd wandered with through the
woods many a long Summer day, the Roger
that mother an had set such store by. Ell
come in his big holler eyes turned eagerly to
me, the pinched, wan face lit up with a glad
smile. an two wasted hands already ez cold
ez death were stretched out feebly to grasp
mine. Roger, brother says /. it's all right
ag'in, amt it?
Then he nodded family an closed his
eyes, but the happy look still stayed round
his lips. once in a spell he'd squeeze my fin
gers an smile-he wuz past talkin'.onlv
there wa n I no need NV words.
Elizabeth hevered round now an then
touchin' his thin, white hair fondly. but he
never once noticed her, and yet the old love
wuz strong in her heart, tender, faithful. an
steadfast, after fifty years of toll an poyertv
an'-mebhe neglect fur l could see then that
Roger hadn't never loved her.
All the long. still night we two stayed by
MIN, an he never once let go his faint hold on
my hand till the dawn Nv the Easter mornin'
stole IL, an then he went away jest once he
tried to speak, az then he asked me in a
hoarse whisper If / d seeito Elizabeth ez long
ez she needed 1t, cause he had nothin' to
leave. Nv course he knew would"
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SPRING
GOSSIP
w. D.Clark & Co.
8O7 Market Space.

The warm 1 weather has
caught you without that Spring
Dress. 1t was not our fault
we have had them for several
weeks. We mean our fine
line of silks, including those
beautiful figured and India
Silks at 44c to 81 per yard, can
rot be excelled. Our assort-
nent of black dress goods were
never larger and cheaper-black
silk Grenadine, black satin
Duchess are wonders for the
price.
Elegant line plain black
India Silks, 6oc to S1.25 per
yard. Fine line of Spring
Dress Goods from 3ec to $50
per yard.
Complete line of Ladies' and
Gentlemen's Underwear, Fine
Table Linen, and a complete
line Of housefurnishings gen.
orally.
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One eEdSterDaWn
Isabel Gordon.l

1t was Easter morning. Spring had come
very early that year and Easter had come
late. Since March warm, balmy days had
prevailed. and already the trees were budding,
while wind flowers whitened the way
sides, and even now Il few violets were max
ing blue, sunny hooks in the roadside.
In front of n small, weather-beaten cottage
on the gravel road doctors buggy stood,
and its owner was just ready TO jump into
it when an old. white-haired man who stopped
painfully came slowly down through the
yard TO the rickety gate.
"You may ride home with me if you wish" "
said the doctor, cheerily. ''You live at Pet
tits Hollow. believe. and that's good five
miles from here. much too far for an old man
like you to walk
THANK you. sir" said Martin Howe. "Ef
you'll Jest wait till go in and take last look
at Roger I'll be obliged. You see it'll be fifty
years come June sence I've seen him.
Don't hurry" said the doctor; "Ill wait. ~
In few minutes Martin came slowly from
the house after lingering goodby 10 an old
woman who watched him tearfully as he
waved her n goodby at the gate.
SIT don't seem Just the sort Nv mornin' fur
morrow it will be kinder bright an cheerful
over at the old graveyard. There'll be poses
out there by now an our lots all hedged in
with them sweet smellin' laylocks, though
rekkin it's too early fur them to be out yet"
Were you related 10 Roger Howe?' asked
the doctor.
''Yes.' the old man answered, tremulously.
"Tm Rogers brother
II thought you hadn't seen him for fifty
years. You've been out of the country, per-
haps?"
'No, my homes bin in Petit all my life.
For fifty years I've stopped down there in the
Holler, an Roger. he's lived on there at the
old homestead fur about as long. I'll tell you
the hull story, doctor; tain't such lengthy
one, though it's stretched out over them fifty
years.
Il wuz born in the old house yonder.
There wuz Roger an mother and Phoebe an
me. Father died when warn't no higher'n
that bit Nv poplar tree. Roger wuz peaked
little chap an Phoebe warn't much more'n a
baby, so mother had her hands full raisin' us
with nuthin' only what the old place growed.
Land! ez 1 set there last night holdin' Rogers
hands which KEEP a-growin' colder'n' colder,
how the old times come back to me. 'Twuz
so still an sort O. lonesome, waitin' fur death
to eome.-an' then ez I looked back on all
them years, an thought Nv how things had
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home. but knew the deacon wouldn't fur a
moment think Nv letin' her marry u man who
hadn't fifty dollars TO his name. Besides.
didn't want to hev her come TO me an be
slavn' from mOrnin' till night. though .he
Lord only knows how I wanted her. That
Winter wuz the hardest hev any mem ry Nv.
We wuz showed up most NV the time. every
thing iroze, we lost nil our sheep, an when
Spring come we wuz poorer Il ever.
jest sech morDin ez this is Roger come
home TO stop all summer an git ready fur his
lawyerin' work in New York the comm Win
ter. One sunday night. when 'twuZ Jest oZ
sweet an still ez ever Il June night WIZ. Eliz-
abeth an me went wa.kin' in the pine woods.
Then l spoke to her about gettin married in
the fall an facin' poverty together. which
couldn't be no harder n this waitin' an waitin
from year to year. for with scch love eZ ours
life couldn't be so awful lonesome. While
wuz talkin' she wuz right 'longside Nv me. an
l wuz goin' to take her in my arms but she
pushed me away an cried i'll a hoarse. strained
kind Nv voice:
Don't touch me. Martin Howe. fur Gods
sake. don't iur l can't'bear it. | amt good
enough fur you to loyo an trust no more. l
amt worth your true, honest heart no more,
an you cant hate me no worse'n do myself.
With that she slipped down all Wv heap or
n bank green with partridge berry vines an
leaned her head up agin' Il tree, moanin' and
cryln ez CT her heart would break. thought
then she'd gone derstracted. but not n word
would she let me say; then all of suddent
she burst out with the hull story. Go way
Martin. an not he kneein' here by me. Your
love an trust an goodness is KILN me, cause
l amt worth it. I'm goin' to marry Roger
this Fall an go with him to New York. Mar
tin, / love him. love him ez | never loved no.
body before an l can't help it. / fought the
feelin' hard for your sake. hut Roger loves
me, an don't mind ef nobody else should
ever love me to all eternity. I've tried an
tried, Martin, you don't know how I've tried.
but l cant care for you ez l oncet did.
You've got to knowt some time. an I'd
ruther tell you now than wait till fall, ez
Roger said. Oh. Martin, I'm heart sorry an
the treachery Nv it hez been KILN me-
1.-The Lord knows how l felt loved he
so long an SO true. 1t seemed to me then that
ef 'twere God ez made everything SO still and
sweet-smellin' all around US, that he surely
never would have sent sech hopelessness and
agony into my soul. an sech forsakeness. that
it seemed ez Ell all he could do now wuz Jest TO
take life away, an not leave anything human
to suffer SO. Once in while years an years
after. the same chill sort NV feeln' would
creep over me when got Whit wv the pine
trees smellin' ez they did that night.
"Jest at fust l didn't seem to sense nuthin'
till Elizabeth bent over me an touched me
kinder frightened like, her face white ez death
an teary round the eyes.
Martini says she, why don't you tell me
how bitter you despise me? You kin say Ell
you want to Jest what you think Nv me-
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Hoosicr Politics.

10 the Editor OF ! HE lines.
II your indianapolis special correspondent
is correct in his forecast of the result of next
November in Indiana the Hoosier Democrats
now sojourning in Washington may quietly
await the result, save money and time hereto
fore necessarily expended in going home to
vote, and let the election go by default. With
due respect to your correspondent and THE
TIMES. lin the success OF which feel deep
INTEREST," / think the especial alluded TO was
either the result of dense ignorance of Indi-
ana politics ora willful desire TO mislead your
readers by misrepresenting facts.
The Congressional delegation from 1ndi-
ana stands eleven Democrats to two Repub-
licans not including Messrs. Voorhees, and
Turpie in the upper House. With the excep-
tion of the First, Tenth. and Eleventh dis
tricts the Democratic Congressional ma iori-
ties run into four figures. Your correspond
ent shelves the present Democratic Repre-
sentatives, commencing with Congressman
A. H. Taylor. of the First district. MIR. Taylor
succeeded a Democrat, and | believe there
was never but one man who carried the dis
trct for the Republicans. and. II my memory
serves me right, he is dead.
In the Second district Mr.. Bretz was re-
elected by majority OF 1868. The Third
district. now represented by Jason b. Brown,
gave ? 2.943 Democratic majority.
The Father of the House. W. 5. Holman.
was reelected by majority OF S.0sl. yet he is
easily disposed of by your correspondent.
who gives Will Cumback, very back num-
ber. the seat of the great objector." He has
only to overcome 3.05l majority.
Mr. Cooper's defeat is proclaimed. not
withstanding he was reelected to a third
term by 1.0S3 majority, and is more popular
now than ever before. He will have no OPP
position in the coming nominating conven-
ton. and will be returned by an increased
majority.
The Tenth district. represented by Mr..
Hammond. Democrat. is close but there is no
anxiety as to its going Republican. The
Eleventh district. represented by Mr.. A. n.
Martin, chairman of the Invalid Pension Com
mittee. is safely Democratic. Mr.. Martin re-
ceiyed 75S majority. and succeeded n Demo-
crat, who, in 1850. was elected by over 100
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majority. The Twelfth district gave Mr. w.
F. McNagney 3,065 majority, and he is invin-
cible at the polls. if not at the tip of your cor
respondents pen. The Thirteenth district
gave Mr.. c. g. Conn majority of l $40, yet
your indianapolis special says Mr.. Conn
Twill give way for n Republican.
He saws: From these reports it will be seen
that the Republicans are pretty sure of the
thirteen Congressman to be elected this fall. y
How does it compare with the official figures
given above?
There are no diversions in the Democratic
ranks in Indiana. The organization is in per-
feet working order and its representation in
the Fiity-fourth Congress will probably not
be changed from its present status.
E. d. KING, Fifth Indiana District.
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toilers? 1t is the duty of Congress to legis-
late in the interest Of labor, to open new and
undeveloped fields in our western territory;
to crush out the existence Of trusts and
mopopolies, which restrict and hinder pro
gress in new fields, to regulate the tide
ana character of our immigration. to
protect and foster the industries and
toilers OF our own land from the encroach-
ments of any foreign land. When this Is
done we will have measures OF relief, to
restore the shocks of labor-saving machinery.
and should it be neglected in the future as
it has in the past there awaits the American
people n revolution, out of which can come
nothing but an end that will lay low the
monuments of progress which to-day mark
the greatest epoch in the history OF man.
HARRY G, YETTER.
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" CECIL CLAY,
AGED lj YEARS.
OUR LovEr, OUR LOST, OUR LAST


s'Then | thought of my own loved. lost and
last one with n still more poignant pang. All
around me were graves. and over them were
green trees. ciapping their hands in the amber
air And. o. how the hyacinths laughed. and
the dalodils danced. and the magnolias
Knocked me with their sunny smiles, while
larks went soaring up from low. green nests,
went soaring up with songs of gladness until
lost in light.
II had fixed my eyes upon her tomb. 1t
suddenly seemed transngured. The sod above
it trembled even Us did the dust above the
dead evangelist of old; it parted. and out of
her windowless palace rose my darling-my
Beatrice e-sweet. charmful, magnetic, as the
last new morning.
- Bentley she said. 4 still live and still
love YOU and for q sign of it take this.
''She tapped me on the back of my right
hand and disappeared. l looked where her
fingers had touched me. and this is what
saw" He held out his hand. and upon its back
was imprinted lily. white. perfect, beautiful
as any that ever blessomed in the glory-flelds
OF God.
Will HuBRARD-KEENAS
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p Modern Miracle

Yesterday. while strolling through Lafay-
ette Park. seated myself under n magnolia
to rest and read TIE TIMES. 1 was deep in
its delightfully."- bright pages when kind
voice suddenly called my name. iookedup,
and found myself confronted by tall, hand
some man of middle years.
you have forgotten me?'' he said.
.Y-e-s"
You have forgotten Ann Arbor, then, and
your old college comrade-B Burleigh?'
was on my feet in n flash.
.'Nol will never forget Bentley Burleigh," F."
protested; never And what have you
been doing all these days. old man?'
Like Dante" he replied, II have been in
Inferno most of the time"
questioned him as to his meaning. and he
went on: You know was to marry Beatrice
Bailey as soon as l graduated. Well. the
hour Of our wedding came-the very hour
when Il gunshot rang through the house and
my beautiful. bright girl lay weltering in her
blood
y-how-who?" began, as he broke
into tears.
"a devil named Dick Softer had sworn that
If she wouldn't marry him she shouldn'
marry any one else, and after killing her he
killed himself. After that didn't care what
became of me. / went TO the dogs at n very
rapid rate. L threw my money away on every
thing and everyone that was vile. Ny motto
was the motto that Willie Winter has immor-
talized:
"'Who cares for nothing alone is free,
Sit down, good fellow, and drink with me-
zone day last Spring. after having been a
wanderer for aguarter OF n century. returned
to nv old Virginia homo. You know the place.
and you know the churchyard near by, with
its luxuriant largess of flowers and foliage.
sat down on n slab of slate that bore the
name of a boy vino had been dead for more
than century. 1 parted the myrtle that
trailed over the stone and saw this legend in
hall-ilegible lines:
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THEY ARE SATISFIED.

Who, Why all those who have ever purchased
anything at the Library Pharmacy. They sell
delicious soda water in the city. Their prescrip-
tion department is presided over by high grade
graduates of pharmacy.
THE LIBRARY PHARMACY,
s ". Cor. Penn Ave and Second St s E
Dr.. j. W. HODGES, Prop. WASHINGTON, D. Q.
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Now way 10 BOfTUW.
Brace-"I wish you would lend me five
dollars for week"
Bagley-"Certainly old man: take the five
dollars you owe me and keep it for another
week New York Herald.
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BahY Was Tccthing.

Baby Was Tccthing-
Young Mother-Baby is somewhat cross to-
day. He is tcething.
Bachelor (in great awe OF the mite of hui
nunity)-And when do you expect him to
-hairing?"-Vogue.
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Rrsh Recnnse He Grnured

KrSh Becluse HS NIOWIed-
Miss Wantono-''So you call your dog Rush.
Isn't that a singular name for him?H Young
Pokefun-'.Well. you see. Miss Wantono.
had to call him that because he is such a
crowler Judge
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INTER- STATE DEMOCRATIC ASSOCIATION

An Adjourned Meeting of this Association " i'll
be held SUNDAY AFTERNOON, March ., at 8
o'clock, in the Union Veteran Legion Hall, 9l0
Pennsylvania Avenue y. ".
All Democrats cordially invited TO cooper
ate with us By order
W. B. MCDANIEL, R. F. GRAY,
Secretary President.
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NcM Wax to ROrrNN

WILL HUBBARD-KERNAN.
The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1894-04-13
Bottltne Tears.

The custom of bottling tears in pc
culiar to the people of Persia. There
it constitutes an important part of the
obsequies of the dead. AS the MOURN
ers are sitting round and weeping the
master of ceremonies presents each
one with a piece of cotton wool or
sponge with which to wipe away the
tears. The cotton wool or sponge is
afterward squeezed into bottle, and
the tears are preserved as powerful
and eficacious restorative for those
whom every other medicine has failed
to revive. 1t is to this, custom that al
lusion is made in Psalms wi, 8: "Put
thou thy tears into thy bottle