1892-11-17; Saline Observer

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The^Saline Observer.
A. J. WARREN, Publisher.
SALINE, WASHTENAW CO., MICH., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 1892.
VOL. XIII.-NO. 4.
BUSINESS DIRECTORY.
PROFESSIONAL.
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F
E.JONES.
Attorney at Law.
All Business attended to with Promptness and
Care.   Office on McKay street,
MIOH.
SALINE,
Q.   R. WILLIAMS
Attorney at Law,
Especial attention paid to Pension Claims of all
kinds.   NewcombJ31ock,
MIOH.
MILAN,
TT   A. NICHOLS, Nl. D.,
PHYSICIAN ana SURGEON.
Office at Nichols Uros'. drug store.
SALINE, - MIOH.
O   F. UHTERK.IRCHER, Wl. D.,
PHYSICIAN and SURGEON.
Calls promptly attended to at all hours.
t
Office in. Hauser Hock, Chicago street.
SALINE, -       - MIOH.
'g   W. CHANDLER, M O.,
PHYSICIAN and SURGEON
Dfflce on Adrian Street, first door south of the
Waliace Bloolt,
SALINE.   -   -   MIOH.
p C. SLAQHT,
Veterinary Surgeon.
Graduate of Chicago Veterinary College,
Residence VA miles east of Pennington s Corners.   Calls may be left at either of the
stores at the Corners.    All calls
Ub   blllj    wu.........
promptly attended to.
MACON
MICH.
MISCELLANEOUS.
WATERMAN'S
PHOTOGRAPH GALLERY.
(Miss Gillett's old. stand.)
"(Villbein Saline every Wednesday and shall be
oleased-to meet all in need of -work in my line.
Sail and see samples of our work.
CORDON,
P   COR
The Pioneer Painter,
Cjver Forty Tears Experience.
Carriage, Sign and Ornamental Painting, Pqper
Hanging, "Frescoing, Etc.
SALINE, - MIOH.
*"7"T   M. BRIGGS,
Practical Painter,
louse painting, graining, paper  hanging and
TjftlsQinin'ing.   All worS promptly and
neatly   done,  and   satisfaction
guaranteed,
SALINE, - - MIOH.
yANDUZER'S
Barber Shop.
iair Cutting.   Shaving,   Shampooing and   all
Work in tfce Barber Line.
Bath room iu connection.   Hot or cold baths at
ny times. A. B. "VAN DUZER.
SALINE, - - MIOH,
A. MILLER & SON.
(Successors to J. A. Alber).
lAvt^is^, Fs>sd and
S*al& Stable.,
First-class rigs :it reasonable rates.
Commercial travelers and their baggage carried to and from adjoining
.owns with promptness and at living
rates.
Old   Warner    HLonse Barn,
SALINE,
MICH.
Iota Bauiiigarilner,
(Successo to Anton Eisle.)
 DEALER EST	
Foreign and American
Garble,
Granite and   Building
stone.
Corner of Detroit and Catherine Sts.
ANN ARBOR MICH.
S. JOSENHANS'
lliiHlllff S,Mf-„
REPAIRING   DONE     ON    SHORT
NOTICE.
AU kinds of Forging, Repairing Horseshoeing,
lad general Jobbing.
BATISFACTIOS GUARANTEED and prices reasonable.     Shop   on   Ann Arbor street.
near Main.
SALINE,
MICH
School Sketches.
Aggie Sears, Editor.
The word analysis class has taken up
a new text book.
Eugene Webster entertained the
Juniors last Wednesday evening.
Miss Blanch Scott of York [was a
High School visitor Monday morning.
The piano tuner is- in town, why not
give our piano the over-hauling it is
so much in need of?
Two of the High School pupils attended the Eemenyi concert at Ann
Arbor last Monday evening.
Mrs. Edwin Webb, Mrs. H. M. Webb
and little daugeter, o£ Ypsilanti, attended chapel Tuesday morning.
What is the use of spelling books
when the smallest boy of the first
primary can spell" catalogue " 'i
The chemistry class has been assigned hours for experimenting, only two
occupy the labratory the same  hour.
Mooreville.
Irving Clark has moved to Dexter.
Henry Vanderburgh has moved in
the house in A. G. Mclntyre's woods.
Joseph Manor has bought the Josenhans house and moved there last -week.
Mrs. John Conde and son, of Ann
Arbor, are spending a few days at Mrs.
Edmond Conde's.
Election day was a cold raw one, but
c[uiet. There were 497 votes cast; 2S0
straight democrat, 203 straight republican, 31 straight prohibition,1 straight
people's, 5 split prohibition. There
was one that the whole four heads -were
marked with an X.
Thanksgiving Decorations.
As Thanksgiving Day is realty a sort
of harvest festival, vases filled with
wheat, oats and graceful grasses are
quite appropriate, and Can be made
very effective if tastefully arranged,
writes Eben E. Rexford in the November Ladies' Home Journal. Never
crowd them; allow each kind +o display its individuality. Scarlet rose-
haws, or the crimson clusters of the
barberry, can be mixed with the yellow grain, and made to. heighten the
effect. Fruit can be mad.e to take the
place o\ fkwvev-s as a decoration for the
table with, charming color-effe3ts.
Great clusters pf mountain-ash berries
can be made, to ser-ya as a foundation.
Work in among them, heads of bearded
wheat, and yellow rye or oats. Upon
these foundation colors display your
purple and white grapes and ruddy
apples and pears. Oranges can be
added for the sake of color, but they
will hardly be considered worth eating
on Thanksgiving Day.
One Thanksgiving dinner table, last
year, held as a center piece a great
pumpkin nostling among autumn leaves.
After tlio substantial dishes of the
feast had had justice done them, the
upper half of the pumpkin was removed,
showing a "heart1"ofluscious fruitsand
dainty candies.
NICETTE.
"Yon are a dead man!" said the doctor, looking intently at Anatole.
Anatole staggered.
He had come gayly to pass the evening -with his eld friend, Dr. Bardais,
the illustrious savant -whose works on
venomous substances are known all
over the world, whose nobility of heart
and almost paternal goodness Anatole
had learned to know better than any
other living soul; and now, without the
least hesitation or preparation, he-heard
this terrible prognostication issue from
those authoritative lips!
"Unhappy child, what have you done?"
continued the doctor.
"Nothing that I know of," stammered
Anatole, greatly agitated.
"Tax your memory; tell me what you
haye eaten or drunk—what yon have inhaled,"
The last word was a ray of light to I
Anatole. That very morning he had received a letter from one of his friends
who was traveling in India. In the letter was a flower plucked on a bank of
the Ganges by the traveler—a strangely
formed red flower, the perfume of which
—he now recalled the fact vividly—had
appeared to him to be singularly penetrative. He hastily drew forth his pock-
etbook and produced the letter and its
contents and handed them to the savant.
"No doubt is possible!" cried the doctor; "it is the Pyramenensis indica—
the deadly flower, the flower of blood!"
"Then—yon—really—think"	
"Alas! I am sure of it."
"But—it is impossible! I am only
five and twenty years of age and feel
full of life and health!"
"At what hour did you open that fatal
letter?"
"This morning at 9 o'clock."
"Well—tomorrow morning, at the
same hour, at the same minute, in full
health, as you say, you will feel a pain
in your heart—and all will be over."
"And you know of no remedy—no
means of"	
"None!" said the doctor.
And covering his face-with his hands
he sank into a chair overcome "by Krief.
In face of the profound emotion of
his old friend, Anatole understood that
he was really condemned.
He hurried from the doctor's house
like a madman. His forehead bathed in
perspiration, his ideas all confused, going he knew not whither, he sped on
and on amid the darkness of the night,
taking no heed of the loneliness of the
streets he was traversing. For a long
time he pursued this blind course, until
at length, finding a bench, he sank down
upon it.
How many hours had he still to live?
The persistent and distressing sound
of a racking cough brought him back to
consciousness; he looked in the directum whence it came and saw, seated
upon the same bench, a pale and weak
little flower girl—a child not more than
eight years old, who, as "Francois Cop-
pee says—
Dies of the winter while offering us the spring.
That verse of the poet's occurred to
the mind of Anatole; he felt in his
waistcoat pocket and found there two
sous and two louis. He was going to
give the poor child the two sous, but recollecting that he had only a few hours
longer to live he gave her the two louis.
This incident did him good.
He had been like a man stunned by a
blow on the head; his bewilderment was
overcome now and he began to reassemble his dislocated ideas.
"My situation," he said to himself, "is
that of a man condemned to death. A
man in that position may still, however,
hope for pardon—many of that sort are
pardoned in our days. In past times
even some have been saved from the ax
or the cord to devote themselves to some
difficult or dangerous piece of work—the
launching of a ship, for example, or as
in the time of Louis XI to marry an old
woman. If I were consulted in the
matter I should prefer to launch a ship.
Unfortunately I shall not be consulted
during the short interval of time that
remains to me. But, by the way, how
long have I got to live?"
He looked at his watch.
"Three o'clock in the morning—itis
time to go to bed. To bed—waste in
sleep my last six hours! Not if I know
it. 1 have certainly something better
than that to do. But what? Of course
—to make my will."
A restaurant—one of those which keep
open all night—was not far off. Anatole entered it.
"Garcon, a bottle of champagne—and
ink and paper."
Hedrank aglass of Clicquotan&looked
thoughtfully at the sheet of paper before him.
"To whom shall I "bequeath my 6,000
francs a year? I have neither father nor
mother—happily for them! Among the
persons who interest me, I see only one
—Nicette.'"
Nicette was a chai-ming girl of eighteen, with blond tresses and large black
eyes; an orphan like himself—a community in misfortune which had long
established between them a secret and
complete sympathy.
His last will and testament was speedily drawn up; universal legatee, Nicette.
That done he drank a second glass of
champagne.
"Poor Nicette!" he mused; "she was
very sad when I las'- saw her. Her
guardian, who knows nothing of the
world outside his class of wind instruments at the Conservatoire de Musique,
had taken upon himself to promise her
hand to a brute of an amateur of fencing whom she detests—the more so because she has given her heart to somebody else. Who is that happy mortal?
I haven't the least idea, but he is certainly worthy of her, or she would never
have chosen him. Good, gentle, beautiful, loving Nicette deserves the ideal of
husbands. Ah! she Is the very wife that
would have suited me if—if	
"By Jove, it's an infamy to compel
her to destroy her life—by confiding such
a treasure to such a brute! I have never
before so well understood the generous
ardor which fixed the breasts of the
wandering knights and spurred them on
to the deliverance of oppressed beauty!
And now I come to think of it, what
hinders me from becoming the knight
errant of Nicette? My fate is settled—
at 9 o'clock—after that it will be too
late; now* therefore is the time for action. The hour is a little nnusual for
visiting people, but -when I reflect that
five hours hence I shall be no inore I
conclude that I have no time for standing on etiquette. Forward.—my life for
Nicette!"
Anatole rose, and then perceiving that
he had no money he gave his gold watch,
to the waiter in payment for the champagne—a watch worth 500 francs.
The garcon took the chronometer and:
examined it closely—weighed it in Ms
hand, opened it and finally put it in his
pocket doubtfully and -without thanking
Anatole.
It was 4 o'clock in the morning when
he rang at the door of M. Bouvard, the
guardian of M. Nicette. He rang once,
twice, and at the third tug broke the
bell wire. At length M. Bouvard himself, in his nightdress and in great
alarm, came and opened the door.
"What is the matter—is the house on
fire?"
"No, my dear M. Bouvard," said Anatole. "I have only paid you a little
visit." *
"At this hour!"
"It is pleasant to see you at any hour,
my dear M. Bouvard! But you are so
lightly dressed—pray get into bed
again."
"I am going to do so. But I suppose,
monsieur, that it was not simply to trouble me in this way that you have come
at such an hour? You have something
of 'hm-rortance to say to me?'
"Very important, H. Bouvard! It is
to tell you that you must renounce the
idea of -marrying my cousin Nicette to
M. Capdenac."
"What do you say?"
"Yon must renounce that project."
"Never, monsieur! never!"
"Don't fly in the face of Providence
by using such language!"
"My resolution is fixed, monsieur;
this marriage will take place."
"It will not, monsieurl"
"We -will see about'that. And now
that yon have had my answer, monsieur,
I'll not detain you."
"A speech none too polite, M. Bouvard; but, as I am as good natured as I
am tenacious, I will pass over it, and—
remain."
"Stay, if it pleases you to do so, but I
shall consider you gone and hold no
further conversation with you."
Saying which M. Bouvard turned his
face to the wall, grumbling to himself—
"Was ever such a thing seen? rousing
a man at such an hour, breaking his
sleep, only to pour into his ears such a
pack of nonsense!"	
Suddenly M. Bouvard sprang into a
sitting posture in his bed.
Anatole had possessed himself of the
professor's trombone, into which he was
blowing like a deaf man and sending
from the tortured instrument sounds of
indescribable detestableness.
"My presentation trombone, given me
by my pupils! Let that instrument
alone, monsieur!"
"Monsieur, you consider me gone. I
shall consider you absent, and shall
amuse myself until you return. Couacl
c "! fromn! brout! Eh? That was a
i      -ote!"
••Jou will get me turned out of the
house; my landlord will not allow a
trombone to be played here after midnight."
"A man who evidently hath not music
in his soul!   Frrout! frrout, prrr!"
"You will split my ears! You'll spoil
my instrument — a trombone badly
played on is a trombone destroyed, monsieur!"
"Couac!  prounn, pra—pra—prrr'"	
"For mercy's sake, give over!"
"Will you consent?"
"To what?"
"To renounce the idea of that marriage!"
"Monsieur, I cannot!"
"Then—co~ac"	
"M. Capdenac"	
"Prrrrouni"	
"Is a terrible man to deal with!"
"Frrroutt"	
"If I were to offer him such an affront
he would kill me."
"Is that the only reason which stops
you?"
"That—and several others."
"In that case leave the matter to me.
only swear to me that if I obtain M.
Capdenac'S renunciation my cousin shall
be free to choose a hushand for herself."
"Really, monsieur, you abuse"	
"Cauac, frrroutt, fruit, brrrout"	
"Monsieur, monsieur—she shall be
free."
"Bravo! Ihave your word. Will you
now allow me to retire? By the -way,
where does your Capdenac live?"
"One hundred Rue des Deux-Epees."
"I fly thither!   Until we meet again!"
"You are going to throw yourself into
the lions mouth, and he will teach you
a lesson you deserve," said M. Bouvard
as Anatole hurried from, the bedchamber and shut the door after him.
Without a moment's hesitation Anatole betook himself to the address of the
fire eating fencer; it was just 6 o'clock
when he arrived there. He rang the
doorbell.
"Who is there?" demanded a rough
voice behind the door.
"Open—very important communication, "&I. Bouvard."
The sounds of a night chain and the
turning of a key in a heavy lock were
heard.
"Here is a man who does not forget
to protect himself against -unwelcome
visitors!" remarked Anatolo to himself.
The door opened at lj.i';th. Anatole
found himself in tho presence of a
gentleman with a mustache fiercely upturned, whose nightdress appeared to be
the complete costume of tiie fencing
school.
"You see, always ready; it's my
niotto."
The walls of the swordsman's antechamber were completely covered -with
panoplies of -arms of all descriptions;
yatagans, poioO-oed arrows, sabers,
rapiers, one aud two haudei swords, pistols—a regular arsenal—enough to terrify any tumi'i ix rinded ohserver.
Continued on 5th page.
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