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WM. ' I ‘3wa 'rr‘ ”.I .9. - 7b»; T‘S'E. 'l 5: A! Work and win. IOTHE“'. C. T. U., BY WE.SEABPE. Toil ye on, ye noble workers, toiling ’neath 3 the lurid sun, For your days will grandly brighten, when the temperance battle’s won. She who saves her child from ruin, from the wiles of satan’s craft, Saves him from the threatening danger, of the luring, tempting draught. Till she sees in him what’s noble, Godly, sober, honest, true, She shall win a brighter laurel than was won on Waterloo. Ear hath heard the bitter wailings of a mother for her son, Who begins his journey downward, simply taking wine in fun. When the last sad play was actedâ€"-when the fatal bolt was drawn, As she wildly shrieked in anguish, Oh, my son! my son is gone. Eye hath seen the blighted orphan tossed by tribulation’s wave. . While his father lay unhonored 1n the drunkard’s lonely grave. Weary are the lonely rigils of the one ‘ that’s doomed for life, As she trembling waits the coming of the wretch who calls her wife, 01', when she mid cold and hunger, lulls her sick babe on her breast, While she tells it cold and hunger, enter not the land of rest. Who hath heard the Saviour’s mandate “Love thy neighbor as thyself,” Let her not be ruled by leisure, petty pomp, or pride, or pelf. Let us all be up and doing, with our hearts well filled with love, Being wise as e’er the serpent, harmless as the gentle dove. Enter in yon dingy hovel, see the proof of sorrows told; See the drunkard’s little children, hungry, destitute and cold. See the haggard, careworn mother watch- ing o’er each tender child; See the wretched, drunken father, roaring in the tremens wild. All around that gloomy dwelling every phase'of progress fags, Everything within is broken, every inmate clad in rags. Some will say ’tis but delusion, that the CUlOI‘S are too deep, 'v'ill they solve this simple problem, "Why do wives and mother’s Weep? Why, oh why is woe prevailing 2‘ Vila * has man no higher aim 'f Than to sink beneath the level of the brute in'vice and shame. ’Tis because our country license man to ruin fellow man, The because the liquor trafhc, frustrates every noble plan. \VU‘JICZI, wave the temperance banner till it floats from sea. to sea, Then we’ll write in golden letters “Run; ' is captive man is free. Then we’ll have true British freedomâ€" man a. man and not a slave, There‘ll be no more pauper children, no more drunkards for the grave. Toil ye on, ye noble workers, toil ye till the battle’s won, And your days will grandly brighten when your toiling here is done. Concluded from last week. Now the trees threw away their red and )ellow leaves, and the days grew 'ery short. Miss Rachel was reading a letter w hich made her cheeks redden like V 1rginia’ 5, fresh from a frolic 1n the \\ 1nd T be same news gave un- utterable joy to two of the party, ill-con- cealed discomfort to the third, for Paul, that dear, that dreaded being, was coming home. What made Virginia pause before her mirror longer than usual that night, querying chow She would str1ke a stranger? What made her hasten with her autumn sewing and n) on her last wmters dresses to see which was mOst becoming? Miss Rachel commenced a. vigorous putting of the house in order, and Virginia thought more of herself, and less of her woods and outdoor amusements. The day was lovely, with a fascinat-l ing haziness in the atmosphere inducing a subtle languor, a dreamy mood; Vir- ginia yielded to it, and, arrayed in a half-worn dress and gipsy hat, devoted herself to the enjoyment. of one more ramble in the grove bordering the lawn. At lastshe spied a seat high up in the branches of a huge tree, accessible by a ladder which she coaxed the gardiner to bring. This she reached with scratched hands and torn dress, and soon in her brown seat became ingrossed with a storyâ€"book found in the drawing-room and a pocketful of apples gathered on the way. We all know the pleasures of fruit and a good story; imagine them in a tree on a warm, entrancing day. ‘Vhen Virginia at length looked up, she saw, carved on a branch at her 1 side, the name of Paul. Vexed at this discovery, she uttered a contemptuous exclamation; and, drawing from her pocket a. dull penknife, began to inscribe underneath, in larger characters, the word Virginia, as if to assert her ' superior right to the tree. . Mest‘intent \V 8.2 A New Version of Paul and Virginia. LINDSAY, Sept. 2nd, 1889. ighted orphan tossed reached the last i, and had broken ofi' the point of the blade in making the. dot, when she heard some one ascend? ing her ladder, and, looking' up, with perfect consternation, beheld at the topmost round the familiar, yet strange, the ugly, yet undeniably handsome face of the veritable Paul! Nor was her confusion lessened when she felt that his eyes were resting on the freshly cut letters in his own favorite branch and tree. “Allow me to make ‘the a,” he said, gravely; “I have a [better knife.” So she sat with a. deeper ‘ color than ever flushed her face before while he, with a few snarp strokes, completed the pretentious Virginia. The descent -by a ladder from a tree is by no means a graceful proceeding. Virginia. felt very unlike a heroine, very unlike the dignified ward advancâ€" ingdto meet her guardian, which scene she had often depicted in her fancy,: when she gave him her cold scratched hand that he might help her down Rushing into the hall -precipitately, to gain her room as soon, as possible, she encountered Miss Rachel, dressed in a grand silk and new headdress, with beautiful lace about her neck and wrists. Virginia was filled with fresh confusion, in her shabby calico and forlorn hat. Turning around to apolo- gize humbly, she saw her guardian’s amused look, and darted, without a word, up the staircase. Of what use WOuld it be now to array herself in the crimson frock? Nevertheless, when the tea-bell rang, Virginia was quite presentable; nothing but the rich color reminded one of the tree-nymph; and ‘very demurely she went through the introduction: “Miss Ravenelâ€"my brother, Mr. McAlpine.” In the evening Paul sat close by his mother’s chair, and gave an outline of his wanderings, a description of the voyage; Miss Rachel asked many quesâ€" tions, and made many comments; Virginia heard everYthing in silence, ‘ and was apparently overlooked as she quietly bent over her sewing near the shaded lamp. Occasionally she thought how iiziserahle it is to stay in a family where you have no claim! or how much he talks of himself! Once in a while she was really diverted, and laughed with the rest. Of every other object in the room the traveller seemed very mindful; he examined the plants on the lie-ver-stzmd, and played all evening with a geranium leaf; he spoke of the minutest changes in the room, and smiled at the locked bookcase. “ My books will be glad to see me, I think; no one else seems to care for them.” Virginia involuntarily looked up, ap- propriating the accusation, and gave her guardian one of the glances she had lfrequently bestowed on the portrait in his absence. Then followed personal inquiries about friends; there were many hits of news to tell. Virginia was not interested; she folded her work, and placed her thimble in its. ivory box, the scissors in their sheath. When Virginia. heard the door of the long-closed room unlocked, a very small hour of the night had struck, yet all the time she had been thinking of the returned traveller, and if she ever could like him. By each plate at the breakfast-table was a tiny bouquet, fresh from the conservatory; and in passing through the hall Virginia had seen two horses, saddled, at the door, her heart beat quicker when she noticed that one was prepared for a lady. Her guardian said in a half ques- tioning, half commanding tone: “You will stay; I was about to read a Psalm.” He i'ose as he spoke, placed a Psalter on a. carved reading~sband, and read in a melodious way, a few verses; they seemed few, because the tone was musical and the meaning well rendered. “You are not afraid of a cold ride, I trust, Miss Ravenel?" asked the % horses’ owner. And Virginia’s eyes . danced with joy, in spite of Miss ‘ tachel’s remonstrances about the ‘ frosty morning and gay steed. Quickly equipped in the pretty riding-habit and jaunty hat, Virginia fearlessly jumped on the saddle, and took her first ride on the coveted horse. The exhilaration of the ride did not leave her during the day; even when she heard them un- packing Paul’s boxes in the mother’s room, she was quite satisfied to be amusing herself. Very soon she was called to see the pretty souvenirs, and was allowed, at Paul’s suggestion, to ‘ take the wrappings from some bronzes, and arrange the engravings in port- lfolios. Mrs. McAlpine held in her lap a pile of glossy satin, which she stroked fondly, and begged Virginia to admire, telling her that she should save it to wear at Paul’s wedding. Virginia wondered if the bride was already chosen. She glanced a little curiously at her guardian, and met a rougish smile, too indefinate to be interpreted. Amongst the beautiful and costly gems of art that strewed the floor, Virginia; perhaps paused to examine most fre-‘ quently a pair of mosaic bracelets, set elaborately in Etruscan gold, and . representing many scenes in Italyâ€" in i fact, being a. miniature picture-gallery ' of Rome. However, she only stopped ; to look at them when her‘guardianfwas tha-hnnfl. A .C ' CI‘.C'.5 she THE not have seemed to envy one'trifle brought Over the water. Miss Rachel employed her in dusting knickknacks and filling baskets with refuse pa‘per and straw; she had long ago foud out that Virginia. could be trusted. Paul evidently planned the disposition of all the bijoux, and after dinner hung the new pictures, “While Virginia was per- lmitted to hold the brass knobs, and make suggestions about the light. Several times her choice governed the arrangement, although Paul had the air of a connoisseur. Before sunset, this avalanche of pretty things had melted away into the house; only one trunk of less valued relics remained to be stored away. Miss Rachelcarried many presents to her own room; the library was a little crowded; Mrs. McAlpine rejoiced over laces and shawls; the servants ex- ulted in their remembrances; Virginia saw the gardiner working in a new Scotch cap; she stood by the window looking at the dry leaves, and pretended she was very glad to be forgotten. Ths door of the library was now wide open; nothing would tempt her to enter; she heard the rustling of a newspaper, and caught a glimpse of a bright fire in the grate. Paul was again at home in his old places. Through the dining-room door she saw Miss Rachel, with keys in her hand, taking out sweetmeats for tea, busy and pleased. She seemed ; ‘ out of place as she walked up and ‘ down the long hall, wondering what she was made for, and if she should ever have a home to make happy. Music was always her resource in the twilight; she had played an hour old snatches of songs, sad airs full of pathos, and then tinkling melodies like the dripping of a brook through the ravine; she suited her varied moods as thoughts rose and died within her; she played idly, and yet revealed -her character. The tea-bell drew her from the piano and a dark figure from the sofa in the adjoining drawing-room; it preceded her through the hall. ~ She felt that kind of indignation that takes posses- sion of one when a stranger is found peeping into a letter or listening at the doon WATCHMAN,’ LINDSAY, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 3... 1889. .(i Paul had letters to write; why need he brincr his portefofio into the parlor, and usurp the table while she, 11mm" no reasonable excuse to offer, was obliged to read aloud the evening papers, being assured that nothing distuibed the penmam? Of course she imagined that he hemd ex exy word; wh 1t she 1e21d sounded silly or du113in hither (in unamiable mead she entered her 100111, and going to the dressing- table to brush out her long hair found thereon a morocco casket containing 011 its satin lining those beautiful brace- lets, in memory of the land where her fatlier had died. “ Virginia pushed them away con- temptuously, then sat down and cried; she did not like presents given from duty, it was not necessary to include her in his charities, and these bracelets she certainly liked least; if he must give anything, why should he select these ornaments? The difficulty of thanking the giver then occupied all her thoughts; should she write a note, or stammer forth her gratitude? At all events, she would wait until she saw him alone; she would never wear them, on that she was resolved; jewels were worthless unless given by one you loved. In Paul’s presence, Virginia seemed shy and silent, perhaps hisperfect breeding and self-possession made her so; she certainly was apt to say the wrong thing, and blushed miserably at her frequent mistakes. Day by day her ignorance appeared to her more palp- able; she asked ridiculous questions, and was snapped up by Miss Rachel when she did attempt to talk. If she could bring herself to enter the library, and ask permission to borrow books, .how hard she would study to find out isomething of the subjects about which they talked; for Miss Rachel was clever and understood her brother readily. Winter settled down on the house; within it was warm and bright. 'What wonders this new member of the house- hold wrought ! Every room seemed to recognize his presence, it prevaded and bettered the entire household. This strong, manly son and brother, how he helped on the“ snowy, dull days ! "\/l‘ ‘1 " _ _-'_L_ . , Soon after his return, Mr. McAIpine beeame very‘ busy, and continued so, finding time, however, to bestow on the household 8. thousand elittle attentions. With the greatest deference he wanted -‘r- hnfis mother, and filled Miss Rachel’s life with constant pleasures. She must have forgotten that she was growing old and plain when he was devoting him- self to her. Virginia. has quick powers of perception; she observed carefully, and her knowledge often made her sad. ‘Mr, McAlpine treated his ward with perfect politeness, nay, even with a gallantry habitual to him; but Virginia 1 confessed that they did not understand leach other, and withdrew into herself. cauu Uuuox, wuu 'IAvuwâ€"vv. ___,, _ In the depth of winter the house was decorated for a party; the handsome rooms gave the impression of summer, owing to their warmth and flower fra- grance. Mrs. McAlpine wore her thickest silk, her softest illusion lace, and 10:11:21 very stutc‘y by the draw fl' ingroom fire. Miss Rachel rustled ‘in a. steel-gray silk, with a. lace barbe on her hair, and made an admirable hostess. Virgiuia came down last; the three were already stationed in. their places, and she completed the group. They reminded you of the seasons as they stood there: the mother in her beautiful age, the sister in her autumnal gravity, the brother in his full manhood, the young girl' in the loveliness of her springtime. ‘ She was dressed in White; the texture fell in soft. creamy folds; she had camellias in her hair sent from a neighboring town, not begged from Paul’s conservatory. On her bare arms glittered the bracelets set in Etruscan gold. Mrs. McAlpine noticed the crepe dress, Miss Rachel the‘bought flovfers, while Paul saw most distinctly the jewel-clasped arms. In the course of the evening, Virginia found herself drawn by the surging of the crowd into the library; the air was fresher there. Almost before she was aware, she was facing one of, the bookcases reading the titles of the unknown volumes. ' “Have you read them all?’ asked a] familiar voice. Virginia. turned, and saw‘ her guardian evidently in earnest. “You shun my library,’ he said, “are you afraid of Knowledge or of me? We are not da11<rerous. ” He gave her one of his most fascinatimr smiles and passed on. The party over, Virginia was sleepless. Yes, she v. as afraid; he was danuerous, and hearing the fast beating of her: heart feeling theD acony which the thought of the sepmatlon caused, she resolved to leave the the old house, the pictuies, the library, the flowers, the mother, Miss Rachel, her guardian; to leave them all, and 111 a new life forget the old It v. as the only thing to do. In the morning Virtrinia knocked at the 1ib1ary door, and asked her <rua1‘dian abruptly, “if she might 0'0 away.” “ \Vhere ?” he asked, in astonishment. “ Where 2” he asked, in astonishment. “ I wish to go back to school, to Mrs. Cameron,” she said. “ Are you not happy here? do we not take good care of you?” He looked at her 331th}; gnost penetrating glance. “ Your father asked me as a dying favor to take care of you,” he said; " I hoped to keep you here. Am I so disagreeable that you cannot stay.” “ YLS,” she anchred as before, “ I would rather go away.” {zzisi 11g her eyes she saw him calm as ever, writing care- lessly on a strip of paper. “Yes,” she sail, with drooping eyes, “ but I prefer to go away.” “Then it is Smurâ€"déliberute choice," he urged; ‘you prefer Mrs. Cameron’s Guardianship to mine.” ' W'omcu must sometimes Conceal with lightening speed, thei' true thoughts; Virginia. completely deceived her guardian when she still saidâ€" . “ She has been a good friend; I am safe with. her;Alet me go tp her at: once.” A 'fow days sufficed for the taking away from the house all reminders of youth and maidenhood. The staq’s horns lost the garden hat, the little work-table missed the small gold thinible, the trunks were again packed, ‘ and Virginia went forth with only one new possession, an oppress- ive burden at the heart. Mrs. Cameron received her pupil in a little cottage, her home during the holidays. There they read and talked together, there Virginia. grew outwardly happy, and never once did Mrs. Cameron look aright into the depths of her companion’s eyes. Miss Rachel found the bracelets tossed with some rubbish in a bureau drawer, and asked Paul if they did not belong to him. As he took them, Virginia had her wish, she did make his heart. ache. March came, dreary and desolate. There were three people in the world conscious of a. want; it could only be suppfied by spripg. A beggar stood in the rain before Mrs. Cameron’s door; he asked admittance, and when it was granted, a great gift. Thus it happened that spring came earlier than usual that year, that the old house was again full of sunshine, that the old lady had her wedding-gown ready for Paul’s wedding-day. that the bracelets found their way bacl: to Virginia’s arms. Miss Rachel proved most unselfish, and resigned her brother willin g.1y Mrs. Stuart declared that she had alwa.) s know n how it would end, and so at last another Paul found the right Virginia. Now if you only knew how to cook a steak to make it good that would do, but it always makes me sick to see a woman cook a steak. She invariably puts her frying-pan on the stove, and puts in a chunk of grease about as big as my fist, and when it is hot enough to begin to crackle she puts in her beef, and never thinkg of covering it. The smoke and steam from it goes to the very ceiling. After she cooks it this way until it begins to look like an old rub- ber shoe sole she calls it done. \Vhen you go to eat it there is no more taste in it than a chip. Now, if you want a good bit of steak have a clear, hot fire, set your clean, empty pan on a spot, cover it up, 'then pound your steak, and when your pan is very hot‘ lay in your steak, and cover quickly. As soon as it has crisped enough to let go its field on the pan, turn over and cover' quickly ; turn again as at first, and continue to do so about every two minutes until you have turned it about six or eight times. Have a hot; buttered dish ready for it and lay it in ; add a sprinkling of pepper, salt and sugar , and cover tightly, Now, if you wish a gravy, put a bit of butter in your pan. When hot, rub in a pinch of flour, add a small teacupful .of boiling water. let it boil a few min- utes, then put in. a gravy boat instead of putting it over your beef to draw out the juice. Now try this plan‘ just once, and you will see you women know noth- in about cook' a cod steakâ€"A Old 35mm. mg g “' How to Cook 3. Steak. We will sell for the next 30 DAYS our wellfiknown mi": 1 selected stock at prices that will astonish ever)~ an. M Our $3 5 Bed-room set for $2 5. Come along and'yeu wil‘; ggi‘; « Bargain. ANDERSON, Mfr” " é" 6,: OWEN MCGABVEY E: 33:, That the success of every business man (lQJCZ'Z‘L’lS ”upon his Mia-7213'}: :.:' ‘ ginsaid. Indeed the eficacy of printers: in]: lies in its proynr ajunlirjation; Q . knows how to advertise the goods he really keeps, and mt 11; 5:11.]; .7 ,; .. .. .. man who will thrive best. Many merchants neimdnys jug-773511153; :1 f went all over a popular newspaper; but when the layers risz't their plans :11; their best goods exist only on paper. This class of mu: hm hm: injury: fw .g they do not know how to advertise. It is a rare thing to find a house that («22 advertisement in these times, and rarer still are those that the adnrtiscnzxnx (7 up to. During my travels in search of news I have found one of the ran-r , the way I happened to find it was through the following unique adz-misunmtlâ€" saz'a’ Izerfat/zer and/1e said 21‘ wzt/z a good deal ofm/zgfamopz “ I? 'Lr’.”~ do me for your lzarza’ last rug/1t, and I consented.” “ Well, Pa, i/zaf 5 1/ fi mine you lzaven’t objected to.” Came lz‘aa’ eoia’entb' not been purring/7; ,5:- from OWEN McGARVE Y cf: SON, ’08. 1849, 1851 (f: 1853 Notre Dam." Sir-gt. or there would have been no oly’ection to the bills sent. Owen McGarrey ct- Son (‘uriv a we complete stock of parlor, dining-room, library and faacy articles, such as the most Eluzzztz'ful odd-piece suites, in plushes of all the newest shades, with ladies’ desks, easels, statzwtta tables, gilt chairs, ottomans and piano stools, with the newest and largest assortment of rattan gockers, easy chairs, reclining chairs, swing cots, cribs, and a full line of the urn 7;”;ch ad- mired bent furniture from Vienna, Austria, and their prices are achnmz'hduciz’ uh Chm}- estâ€"quality consideredâ€"in the city; and to prom'de for Carrie and 17711sz 7'! film? and future wants, we have new daily arriving, the rery finest stock of ' When I read this advertisement my curiosity was naturally (trio: ism”, 22,-:27 MeGarvey’s ezpecting to find, as I had found elsewhere, the besty of has 01117< : paper; but I was mistaken. I found that the adetisement did not a 2; 22 '- ' ‘ and that it takessia: spaciousfiats to hold the iery best of his goof-2': 227222 .72 212';- ,, in the advertisement. For example, there is nor tuition made of flu palm of 2 22 ' captured for n medals at the various exhibitions. There is a mention 22222232 2' that Owen McGarvey (b Son can furnish a. house from bottom to top, but (.7 2 2 2s .l made of thefact that the goods are substantially the stool. from 2 2 7227: t 2 s ' .7, that brought the firm several bronze and silver 222ea’als, tog War 7/ 2th a (lie. ._2'. :2 - workmanship. The prizes were awarded by the Paris, Belgium am? 12:?(1 ‘ habitions. Mr. McG’arvey ,who by the am: is a most affair): :. 2:22 a’ 7, every one of his sixflats, where I had the pleasure of inspectiuy son 2 2.; z. ‘ I have ever seen, and that’s saying a good deal when the fact is consider 22’ ‘2‘22 :‘j ! someoftnevery best New York afi‘ords. The pieces effz: rim'a 2e that ‘ 7 i I of which is given above, consists of a drawing room chair and 21 cw '. t 2? ’ eier on view in this city, varying injp'ricejrom’v a, 8 50 10.12. 11, 16, A . , . 30, 85, 40, 45, 50,60, 75 and up to 85 dollars, the highest pmaz’ was t] finish yet made in the United States, will be found at Owen IIcGar'zey d \‘ largest furniture store in the city. ' The table is made'of ebony, 'with sides'of free ornamental scrollu'crl‘ Lam-.7 similarly treated, to which brass claws are attached, and the clzm-vz'r is of flus.‘ 1:35 wire lggcked, yphaletered pe'ry richly i7} crimsozz 51ml old gold brocatclle The real 7merit and beauty of these articles is beyond my poww- :5' 01291191. order that the red beauty of the elegant fumiture may be seen to adranfaw. .sz has a portion of his second flat divided into avartments. Those are fuzm-z'.-.Lu-’ 2r his best fumiture in such a way as to resemble a palatial (mm/.9. x: 1' room, bed-room and even the hall-way are so lumriously arm-regal m A blessiyys of a home :m'ade. beaatifiul by the exquisite touch of the earn} WU; 7m Masai: of a home made beaut'éful by the exmtisite touch of the cgyim’e m apart nts are modelsef perfection, and any housekeeper who gets a 1-21 green with envy. . After making a tour of the various departmevds on the 24p}?(2'fl<:35 z: u; in (fihe handsome elevator to the first floor, where the pleasant recollecizn sf l came up before me like a dream, when I beheld the ptfl‘fccz‘rgé’iiis cf Lu? (an ._ t. u to public mew. I wished a wishâ€"but then ’twcrc vain, To wish one’s self a child again. V I mustconfl’ss tlzat flower since I was an “infant tau .1'.’-;” fear: I r‘ I - carried away wit/z a‘oaoy comoge. I will not attempt to lax-r7755 .7751‘ tzcular,‘ but will venture to say that any one of them would take a {W}: 5 [11'6ng {f field to-morrow, and tin: is not :aymg a great deal. What the Proper Application of Printers' Ink has Prcmiuced -A model piece of Furniture that Captured Foreign Medals. véi/yz‘kzkg zfifmporz‘z'om for flee next 3 0 4’55 '5‘ BABY CARRIAGES AND PERAMBULATORS Our $30 one for $23. Wfiaz‘ a Correspondent says of T/ze [£02556 0; ome and see our great Bargains in Household Furniiure 1943.195: and IQEZ Metre D OWEN MOGARVEY Sfiié, Our $20 one for $15. n depends upon/his abiliiy :‘o a. 7215 lies in its proper application. y keeps, and flat the goods he ('7: mts nowadays juda’m’o'essly 5pm when the buyers visit their pic 3 class of any): know how 101.1111; a rare thing {a fi7gd a [muse t1: Kent St, Lilzflsa', '. A. ARNEAU- W a] m “fa“ QIOU‘ L093 d H i‘dfl th ‘stoou 0714 "In ttO ii ‘lll syrup stealthy 000 1118! 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