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THE FAMILY JEWELS.
TBANBI-ATKD FBOI OTi. BOHCCKISO.
LaPerme dea Augeswasnnt sitaated
on the main stream of the Meuse ; bat
on an inlet that was surrounded by gradv
ually rising ground, crowned by dense for*
eats, the only outlet being at the north
est where the waters of the inlet joined
those of the river. This'- protected^situa
tion contributed greatly to the fruitful
ness of the charming little mountain
sheltered nook; rows of carefully pruned
fruit trees flourished in the fields; a state
ly avenue of nut bearing trees led to the
mansion which surrounded by a large
garden, whose arrangement'displayed the
taste of the century past; prim yew
hedges and quaint geometrically formed
beds, interposed with dingy looking ar
bors. A broad flight of stone steps led
to the terrace upon which stood the
house—not such a one as the character of
the garden would lead one to expect—a
rococo castle, with stately wings and pro
jecting powers; but a simple unpretend
ing villa, a single story with a high man
sard roof, white washed, with green jalou
sies. Instead of wings, only a small con
servatory on one side and an aviary on
the other.
All this Daveland observed as, accom
panied by Hartig, he rode through the
chestnut avenue the next day to pay his
first visit to the Ferme des Auges. Max
had persuaded Hartig to accompany him,
giving as his reason for fulfilling bis
promise to Mobs. d’Avelon. sosoon, that
Void was the most tiresome place in the
world ; and secondly that it would be
Tery interesting to become familiar with
the "interior” of a French family ; and
lastly that because this Mods. d’Avelon’s
face possessed a singular attraction for
him—perhaps out of pare love of con
tradiction, because .Southerin bad op pos
ed him. Enough, our landwebr Lieuten
ant, accompanied by,-the scholar of the
company, arrived at the court of the
Ferme ; snd after delivering their horses
the servant were conducted to the terrace
in front of the villa.
Here they found two young ladies seat
ed at a round cast iron table; a gentleman
stood before them speaking earnestly, in
whom-Max recognized the driver of the
chariot, and in one of the ladies, the orig
nal of the portrait.
The other was a dark, rather faded
beauty ; she looked like a native of Albi
on; a delicate featured face surrounded
by curling locks; a rather stiff, repellant
manner and censuring glance that seemed
to find fault with the world in general,
was Daveland’s mental observation.
He approached the group with a certain
embarrassment as he perceived a' not
very friendly reception from the gentle
man who
6 K*««r. tr iva a courteous inclination of
the head Daveland gave him their cards
and explained the object ot their visit.
The gentleman with cold politeness bade
them be seated,and left them to seek Mons.
d’Avelon, throwing the cards upon the
table as he turned to go.
“You live in a little paradise,” said
Max, after they had seated themselves at
the invitation of the ladies, “and Fve no
doubt you feej, yourselves very fortunate
in being protected from the ravages of
the war by these.hills.”
“We have certainly never had any of
the enemy here until to-day,” returned the
younger lady, then continuing with a
smile, “and the first who have ventured
here greet us with friendly eyes->not so,
Miss Ellen?” to that lady.
“You know as a Briton I 'am neut»al,
Valentine,” returned Miss Ellen quietly.
“Very kindly said,” said iWeland
bowing; "I do greet you with a friendly
eye because it is entirely well, and once
more capable of looking out tor fortune
or misfortune-—” -
“Ah, can one have an eye to misfor
tune ?” asked Valentine a little mocking
ly-
“Certainly ; the eye is the medium of
the sense over which we have the least
control. It often betrays what we would
noVhave revealed for the world,, and oft
en,-receives impressions we would not
have willingly accepted at any price—be-
cause they are impressions that make one
unhappy.”
“The ear is not any better—it hears
many things that give us unhappiness—”
“Especially in modern times.” added
Miss Ellen stiffly.
“And there is feeling,” continued Val
entine. “We have discussed sight and
hearing, let us discuss the sense of feel
ing—surely there is no more neutral con
versation than that about the five senses.-
Germany is the land of sentiment, and
you gentleman can tell us much about
that which we know nothing—about this
German heart of cast steel,” she added
bitterly in a lower tone.
“If the German heart is encased in
such a coat of mail why challenge it ?
With people of such i feeling one had
better be at peace,” retorted Max.
“We have been deceived—we believed
all the maidens, over there, to be Gretch
ensand all the cent emen Wertbers.”
" “But never rt collected that Werther
understood how to use powder and lead,”
interposed Hartig dryly.
There was a certain comicality in the
murderous accent with which Hartig ut
tered th»se words, that called a amiim to
even Miss Ellen’s prim lips.
“True, we never thought of tlat,” said
Valentine; “nor that the other type of
the German, Faust, murdered Grelchen’s
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brother, and never wient abroad without
the--devil at his side;”
“And since then you see Mephwtophe
lbs beside every German ?”
r, “01)i since then , they do not need;
inch a mentor] hislesson fell on too fruit*
fnl ground.” -
“And yet I wish I possessed the power
to summon him, like my namesake in the
‘Preischutz,* to assist me to parry your
cruel speeches.”
‘‘Have you not your friend to assist
you ?” she asked glancing at Hartig with
a slightly contemptuous smile.
‘‘ln a battle with ladies one does not
choose to ask their friends for ass istance —
that, I believe, is the :rnle in the perpetual
warfare between the sexes.”
‘‘Are they in perpetual warfare ?”
“Yes-first because they never under
stand each other, aod then because the
fairer sex are conscious that they must
acknowledge themselves the weaker side,
sooner or later.”
“What a stfjctly German' idea!” she ex
claimed a little impatiently. “Then even
enpid wears a helmet in your land ?”
“Like the Grecian Eros—yes. And so
everywhere, Jsur planet has maintained
its assigned orbit between Venus—and
Mars ; this has been its destiny for ages
and will be for ages to come. Should
love at first be conducted like a carnival
jest, in wb ich each party prepares itself
with masks, to sport with bnqnets and
comfits, then the struggles will come la
ter, when marriage—”
“Then it will be all the more terrible,
owing to the marriage of the opposing
parties.” interrupted Hartig again.
At that moment Mons. d’Avelon as
cended the terrace steps, accompanied by
the gentleman who had gone in quest of
him. He was clad in a loose, gray coat
and pantaloons and white straw ha l ; and
as he came forward to greet bis visitors*
took the large pruning knife in his left
band to extend the right. After welcom
ing them cordially he tamed to Miss El
len and bade her see that dinner was pre
pared for their guests, then introducing
the young gentleman as Gaston de Ri
beaupierre, opened the conversation by
inquiring for the latest political news.
“We must settle that before we attend
to less important matters,” he added
pleasantly, “fop I hope the gentlemen
will give me the pleasure of showing
themanner in which we conduct the agri
culture here in the region of the Vosges—
you will find it very difficult, and much
belter than they do it in Germany— at
least I think so,” he added sharply. "Do
yon bring any news of more German
victories?” ,
"Why do you say German victories ?”
asked de Ribeaupierre sharply.
“My dear Gaston, yon must admit that
the victories have been German nearly
every time,” be answered shrugging his
t-i-. a:-atm TfiTintggr
my opinions about it, nor will I dosobe
fore these gentlemen. The Germans will
conquer, and we must submit, notwith
standing all those fine speeches in bur
journals,’ yon see these fine talkers don’t
understand the situation. The French
achieved great things once; they once
had a real field genius—there never was
a greater—who overthrew the rotten and
worm-eaten world of their neighbors; and
then the dogma, that the French are the
first soldiers in the field, originated! But
I tell yon the French are n»i a nation of
warriors—they never were and never
will be. The history of France is bat a
history of great battles—lost. From
Poitiers and C:ecy to Pavia, to Ramillies
and Maiplaquet, to Minden and Rossbach,
to Vittoria and Waterloo, to Worth and
Sedan—what defeats! Leaving the first
Napoleon out of the question, does their
historial importance depend upon these
victories ?—certainly not! ’
“What a paradoxical assertion !” ex
claimed Gaston with a sarcastic smile.
“I only assert that the nation is not a
warlike one, and in this particular is qo
match for the Germans—”
“Permit me to offer my opinion,” inter
rupted Max. “You cannot deny that the
French are a chrivalous people,”
“And does not chivalrous mean brave?”
exclaimed Valentine.
“Chrivalrous means knightly, Fraulein.
This gallantry, in other words, chivalry,
was most perfectly and exclusively prac
ticed in .France ; feudalism reigned no-
where so absolutely. And one of the
greatest blessings of this feudalism was
that it punished every commoner who pre-
sumed to carry arms—for this reason the
multitude became unwarlike.”
“Was this not the case in Germany ?”
asked Gaston, for the first time addressing
Max.
“Unfortunately not so much as I would
have wished. A remnant of fendal times
still remains in our odious, to me, custom
of shooting every franctireur we catch
Still it was not as bad with us as in Prance,
and our people firmly adhered to the
right of carrying arms to defend their
country ; should a war of the peasantry
break out our people would show that
they knew how to defend their homes—
even oar nobility could not be trained in
to tame courtesies by a Richelieu or Louis
the Fourteenth; in short—”
“We savages are a better people in eve
ry sense of the word,” interrupted Hartig
in German.
Gaston de Ribeanpierre shrugged his
shoulders, but Mona. d’Avelon nodded ap
provingly as be replied; . ,
“There is truth in all this; but'you
must yield the glory of being the first to
destroy this wretched feudalism to France;
it is exterminated, root, and branch in
this country, while you still have a hit of
THE BAD
this middle-aged nonse
masses; forinstance,the right ofptimo*
Kenitare, eßtsll/feudsl eta, «lc.
Alt such miserable l»ws~wh!ch mayOod
cirafoarid—have rainedand
whole
yiotSs with a saddenacrlmony fao eare*
lessly look up the cards Gaston had
thrown npon the tabled
i What ailed th " ?
eman. Why
at the- card bearing “Has DaTOland" bn
its smooth surface, with such a strange ex*
pression in his features? " 7:;
There mast have beep something terri
fying in the, characters, for hie hand
trembled violently as he dropped the
card and a; tawing pallor spread over bis
his face. ' V
Only Max beheldthestrange behavior
as he glanced at him ere he answered. |
Mons. d’Avelon rose suddenly, and
hastened into the boose, and Valentine,
thinking her father had but gone to bring
something quietly continued the conver
sation, speaking in the tone of disdainfnl
superiority she had at first assumed.
Valentine. d’Avelon seemed to have
been differently reared from the shy,
French girls of the upper classes ; those
mute paragons of cloister-like pensions.
Her great, inquiring eyes were fearless
and unembarrassed as they met Dave
land’s glances; that gentleman found her
entrancing spite of her ev&ent hostility
to his nation.
la the meantime Miss Ellen, who was
returning from hererraad tothe kitchen,
had entered the salon leading to the ter
race. To her surprise she beheld Mons
d’Avelon seated in a low fantenil, his
head bent forward as his eyes stared fix
edly at the floor. With a quick step she
was beside him, and laying her hand famil
iarly on his shoulder, whispered softly :
“What is the matter, my friend? In
heaven's name tell me what ails you ?
You are as pale as death—are you ill?”
“No—no—!” he almost gasped, shaking
off her touch. “Leave me, Ellen—yes I
am unwell, but it will pass directly—in
deed—only send these Germans away—
invent some plausible excuse—only get
rid of them—immediately— not—no—come
back! I don't mean thatl”
Ellen stared at him in bewilderment.
“Go and ascertain from what part of
Germany they came—be careful, discreet;
then come and tell me—bat as you value
your life, don't let them suspect—will
you?" ]
“I will not—but tell me is the
matter with you—you are ill.”:
“l am not iU—only allttle faint. It has
gone now, and I will go myself—come
and be silent j* r
He sprang to his feet, passed his hand
hastily over hisjforebead and shook him
sell as if shaking off a.troublesome bur
den; then he walked quickly put of the
salon.
. —.. alter:
him in the 'utmost' thwr fol
lowed slowly. -
When Mans. d’Avelon Joined the group
on the terrace, a pause bad Just follen on
the conversation ; Max’s glance rested ab
sently, as if lost in thought, upon Valen
tine’s nimble fingers, as she busily assort
ed the silks for her embroidery y while
Hartig calmly surveyed hisswow, Mon.
de Ribeaopierre, whose handsome but
rather bloat to ce was turned from him.
As the master of the house seated him
self, be glanced searchingly at the faces
of each; they seemed not to have noticed
his abrupt departure or return. As if re
lieved he leaned back in his chirr and af
ter a little pause asked carelessly, while
he shielded his face from EllenV scruti
nizing glance:
"The gentlemen have not told a* from
what part of Germany they come—they
wear the Prussian uniform, but Prussia is
so large now.”
"I am from Koingsberg— the original
Prussia,” said Max hastily. "My comrade
was born in Tilsit near the Russian bor
der. We both held civil offices at home ;
ire that of a- schoolmaster, and 1 am in
the office of the Administrator of the
Province.”
He glanced significantly-almostthreat
eningly at Hhrtig who was starlngrat him
in consternation.
“But your name is Daveland think I
once knew a Rbeinish family by the same
name,” said d’Avelon.
"Very likely,” returned Max. "I have
heard that there is a family off the name
iu the Weser neighborhood ; they are,
however, no relation. They may,'have
been connected in ancient, times—you
know in the days of Teutonic nighthood,
onr eastern regions were populated from
the western bound? des of Germany;”
Max delivered 0 ese words in the same
seemingly careless manner with tihich
Mods. d’Avelon had questioned him, and
only Miss Ellen noticed bow visibly the
old gentleman’s face brightened. His
voice assumed its clear, pleasant tones as
he rose and asked the gentlemen t 6 ac
company him in a tow of inspection
around bis estate until dinner.
His farm was bis pride* he added laugh
ingly. he had earned ll himself—yes, had
cultivated and Improved U himself; and
he was certain his guests would have but
this opportunity to admire such agricul
tural success. So jestingly running on
he led the way into the garden* while
Gaston, who had declined going, Inched
after the three with a not very favorable
glance.
“What a queer fancy» the idea of ob
truding those Germans on one V* he mut
tered resentfully.
“ ’Twaa less a fancy than a clumsiness
which brought them here. Mons. de Rl
beanpleree,” retorted Valentine point
edly. / . r -‘ - ,
did 1* store
■ “1 tfainkttait you would him
ventured to injure Any of these Germans
kfteutionally, since they are the rulers
Iww* ■; ' -- - ,;.' . ,
ire very to acknot||dge
their supremary here,” he exclaim*! an*
grlly. j • •
“One cannot change facts—even your
valiant corps Of Henfchateau franctireurs
cannot do that, Hons. Gaston,” was the
quickretort.
; **Woare waiting until the corps has or*
ganlzed and,allied withlhatof Langres—
but Jtrue, in your father's opinion the
French are ever destined to defeat,” here
he laughed sarcastically—"l presume we
are too chivalrous to be brave.”
‘‘Your behavior to our guests plainly
demonstrated that that term was not ap
plicable to you!” y
‘‘l saw that your conduct rendered any
courteousness on my' part superfluous;
you did all in your— —”
"For beavenjs sake do cease your inter
minable wrangling!” interrupted Miss
Ellen. "Can you not see, Valentine, that
Gaston is only speaking out of Jealousy ?”
Valentine shrugged her. shoulders- and
was silent, w&le Gaston rose and paced
the terrace once or twice, then entered the
house. . ,
“Your father will have the opportunity
of practicing his German, now that he is
alone with those officers. He mast have
been in Germany a long time to learn to
speak it so fluently, and like it so much,”
said Miss Ellen after a pause.
“A, couple of years I believe.” answered
Valentine absently; “hiij guardian sent
him to an agricultural school there.”
“To Germany? How singular!—why
there are better agricultural schools in
Belgium, and in England.”
“Probably—but the science of the busi
ness is perhaps better taught in Germa
ny.” s
For a few moments Miss Ellen ponder
ed, then again :
“Has he never said anything about any
remarkable occurrence, or adventure that
happened him while there ?”
Valentine looked at her inquiringly:
“What do you mean, Ellen ?"
“I thought perhaps that these Germans
had recalled something to his memory—
reminded him of something not very pleas-
for his cariosity concerning the na
tivity of this Herr Von Daveland was not
as careless as it seemed. I should not be
surprised if he bad once loved a fraulein
Von Daveland while In Germany ;or per
haps betrayed a lady of that name—or
shot a Herr Von Daveland in a duel.” °
“What a lively imagination!” laughed
Valentine, “yon had better ask him—be
has no secrets from you,” she added with'
a slight tremor around her lips.
“He.has one,” said Ellen thoughtfully
vWr^e*7;irorßr.' , —— —■
A servant at this moihent approached
bearing Mons. de Ribeaupierre’s excuses
and adieus, urgent business called him
home.
"So much better !” said Valentine with
a sigh of relief as the boy withdrew
" Gaston was very disagreeable to-day.”
Miss Ellen past a reproving glance at
her as she returned sharply:
"Ton most confess that you treated'
him shamefully.”
"Humph—and if I did ; be will come
lack again," she sighed, and the two
worked on msilence,until Mons. d’Ave
lon and bis- guests returned from their
tour. Miss EHett looked up in surprise
at the evident familiarity with which the
master of the Ferine treated Herr Yon
Daveland, how remarkably unanimous
in their opinions of the questions of the
day. As they joined the ladies their con
versation, which bad been conducted in
German, once more returned the French
tongue in which it was continued during
the meal, which bad been prepared in the
unostentatious dining hall adjoining the
aolon, Daveland, much to his discomfiture
found little opportunity to \address him
self to Valentine who was Uiseis-o-pts she
seemed to listen attentively to his words,
and when she ventured a remark occa
sionally, Max detected the kindness in
her voice; her former tone of disdain bad
entirely disappeared. The change elec
trified- him and he spoke with an ease and
fluency that astonished even himself.
"|R>w fluently you speak our language,”
said Mons. d’Avelon with a glance of ad-
miration.
“®o you think so ? I felt rather awk
ward 1 at first, but I now feel like a rider
who has considerable trouble to subdue
a stubborn horse, and succeeding, takes
pleasure in making him curvet and prance
at will—knowledge Is skill, and the con
sciousness of knowledge comes to us only
in moments of inspiration. I can, under*
stand now—” here he fixed his eyes on
Valentine’s face—'why it is Said that
every art must have its inspiring rouse.”
“Ah—now you are not speaking good
modern French, let rococo, sude de Lt*m
quinze, which is entirely obsolete,” ex
claimed Valentine flashing slightly.
“Am I? Well 1 have always found that
the French of those days was purer, bon-
ester and more comprehensible than that
of modern times—sol most beg your in
dulgence should I relaspe into it again.”
“But yon must exclude mythology—”
“Apropos of myIhology!” interrupted
Mods. d’Avelon, “you inquired the dis
tance to Domremi yesterday. It is a mile
from hero to Vancouleurs, and four from
there to Domremi. If yon wish it we will
take yon there ?” • » - *
“Unfortunately we are compelled to re
fuse your kind ofter,” said Hartlg 'before
Max could reply. “It is six biles from
& ' i T - : .
ARVir,iBi;
At it was a dim*
“A ring—yes.”
“Which means that yom are infatuated
with Franiein Valentine and don't want
them to know yonr birth. Is there any
thing to conceal?”
“From these people—yea,” answered
Jffiax absently.
“Singular ! and why?—True, I forgot,
that a wealthy Frenchman will only be
stow his daughter upon one who is as
Well to do as himself. Slarriage with
these is simply a matter of convenience.
Bb!’ ha! you want to win this girl, spite
of your poverty—trul}, Daveland, I be
lieve you have lost your senses. She is
charming, indeed, but I can't understand
how one could lose one’s wits over even
soeh superlative loveliness.”
“Have I lost mine ?”
“!So offense—but I think you have. I
never seen you so excited, so eloquent, so
attractive as to day ; and of course in
ypnr state you could not make any obser
vations.”
“B left that for the leasuve hours yonr
taciturnity gave you.”
“And you may thank your stars that I
improved that leasure.”
“Pray what did you observe
“That they at first received us very
coolly—especially Mona.de Ribeaupierre.
who is rather young to be a friend of the
father, consequently be must be an ad
mirer of the daughter phe evidently in
voked all the misfortunes, that Osmin in
the 'Rape of the Seraglio’ has in his reg
ister, on our heads. That they did not
take any pains to conceal their hostile
feelings until that moment of singular al
teration—we school teachers would call it
* peripetiQ—ythen they saw that you had
fallen in love with Fraulein Valentine
with almost incredible rapidity, at which
Mons. d’Ayelon withdrew into the salon,
where he and Miss Ellen—l saw them
through the window—held a council of
War, by which they no doubt decided to
profit by your weakness, and through
Valentine inveigle you into their net, and
When confident that we were securely in
their toils, Mons. Gaston de Ribeaupierre
was to appear on the scene with his brave
franclireurs—did you not hear how inad
vertantly d’Avelon betrayed bis future
in-law’s connection with the franc
tireurs? Very well, he wonld have ap
peared with his brave horde and deprive
Germany of two of her most illustrious
warriors—one a fluent French scholar,
the other a most excellent philologist—
thus robbing the world of the righteous
hopes it had entertained of us—in other
words, to murder us in cold blood arid
fling our miserable into the abyss
of the Maid's grotto, where nohoman
eye could ever discover us. This is what
Void and we have not the permission for
such an extended excursion to-day."
: "And it might, not be safe for the gen 4
tlemen; yon know that Keufchatean,
which they would have to past is
ihhd by our people " said MiStEllen. q<fl«
elfy.,p .§§. • & ■
i "Hum!" exclaimed* the ma|ter of the!
hi )Ufle,shrugging hlashoulder*. “I sap*
pme Gaston has some influence over them!
But if yon think It too far to Domremi,
you would at least wish to visit the Maid’s
Grotto—itisbut arquarter ofamilefrom
here,” - ■ -
"What is this Maid’s Grotto?'* asked
Max
"A carious cave with some remarkable
stalactitesanswered Valentine, “in ah
abyss, in the back part of it has a small
lake, which' is the subject of many old
traditions among the peasantry. On cer
tain days and hoars, if one asks a qaes*
tion down this abyss, spirit voices will an<
swer. Joan d’Arc is said to have address
ed this oracle; it is one of the curiosities
of our neighborhood, which you should
see." ' . I
“I should like above all things to ask;
this oracle my fate," exclaimed Max,
laughingly.
“We shall do so—the grotto is in the
boundaries of the farm des Aoges, and we
in consequence, are the best guides to it,"
said d’Avelon.
; “It is too late, indeed twilight is al
ready falling and we most be off,” per
aisled Hartig.
“Then we must return at an earlier
hour to-morrow, so we can make the visit,
to the cave before dinner. Will you not
promise to come, gentlemen ?”
• Max’s glance sought Valentine’s face
and reading an approval of her father’s
invitation in her large eyes, answered :
“If I was not afraid of tiring you by
such repetition of our visit to
day, nothing would give me more pleas
ure than to promise.”
Then it is given and accepted, “ex
claimed Mods. d’Avelon, rising, at a sig
nal from Miss Ellen, who seemed to do
the honors of the lahle.and shaking Max’s
hand heartily.
A. quarter of an hour later our two
young officers ft tmd themselves in their
saddles, riding toward Void. As they
left the Ferme, Hanrg exclaimed with a
burst—as if be could keep silence no lon
ger :
“What in the name of all the gods and
goddesses made you deny our Saxon
blood, and tell these parley voos such
egregious lies about oar coming from
somewhere in the back part of the geog
raphy ?”
Max was silent for a moment, then :
“Will yon promise to beep my reason
for doing so a secret ?”
- “Certainly.”
“lean only tell you this much now;
TfiaiTa Valentine’s fin
ger caused my mendacity.
“Hatn, bow mysterious that sounds—a
ring eh?"
I observed/* he added in a confij enf
lone. , 05
lathed constrainedly, but was «.
, “Now can ynn deny that Valent*,
ptayci siren ?” coßtinw
Battig argumentatively, "anil that tta ,
to come so soon again *
Wry singnlir ? M r , ; Ss
_ “Do yon really believe that
Ribeaupierre is an admirer of Fran ip,
y alentine? Budde-ly n( !
heeding Hartig’s questions. 1
“Hamph! then this is the only
that has.wade any impression on you. "J
all my obserratlooFC Y«^ epand JV
It, he is her admirer—her betr..tj lei ]
like.” re
Max urged his horse into a ah
ruptly terminating Hartig’s assurance
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EMPRESS CLOTHS AND SATEEty,
All the sew shades.
BLACK ALPACAS AND MOHAIR LUSTRES.
BLACK SILK WARP CASHMERES.
EMPRESS CLOTHS AND MEHISOS
BLACK SILKS,
JA very large stock df all the best make*
A LARGE STOCK OP
FANCY DRESS SILKS
PONSON CELEBRATED
BLACKJMANTILLA VELVETS,
Black and Colored Velvets/orTrJmmtng, &c
BLACK SILK VELVET SAGQUES, CLOAKS
AND POLONAISE,
CLOTH CLOAKS AND BACQUKS
In great variety.
A large stock of Fashionable Furs, m medium and
fine quality.
QUITOE LACES, BLACK THRBAD
LACES, BERTHAS AND CAPES.
Blankets and Flannels,
CLOTH AND CASSIMEREB
The above stock comprises the
FINEST IN THE CITY,
Which we oS&r at the lowest market price f
118 & 120 FEDERAL STREET,
Allegheny Oily, Penna.
decl3-4m
OF CAUSES
For Trial at Adjourned Court, Jan. Itf i
FIRST WEEK—COMMENCING JANUARY 13.
James M Barns vs Hnsrh Anderson.
8 Gilliland'sadmr’s vs Samuel Reed’s cxr>.
Perry Brown et al vs Charles Grim.
Benj Chew’s admrs vs Wm Jenkins.
Catharine Marker et al vs C & P R R Co.
J G Nye use vs Jordan C Nye.
P H Stevenson vs Henry Cowan.
Albert Knaur vs Philip Eiseabmt.
Albert Knaar vs Eisenbntt andwife.
Thos Evans et al vs Andrew Swauey.
John W Inman vs Wm Garvin.
Henry Wagner vs A J Welsh et al.
T W Anderson vs Henrici * leiiz.
John B McMillen vs R H Huddieson.
Miller, Dobson * Trax vs Kooken * Brobeck
George Graham vs John Conway et aL
Jacob Stahl et ux vs James Porter.
Joshua Calvin vs James Calvin’s exrs.
Amon Doatt et al vs John McMahon.
Walter Johnson vs John Wallace.
Henry Collins use vs Jacob Young.
Dennis Laney et ux vs Milo A Townsend.
John C l.eviB vs Wm P Barnes.
R A McCullough vs L K Kane & Co.
SECOND- WEEK—COMMENCING JAN Ur BY ?0.
R P Covert vs Borough of Now Brighton.
Snowden. Bros vs Cheney * Troth.
R SteinXeld vs John Wiley.
IsSac A Haney et ux vs C W Taylor.
J D Walker vs Chamberlin White et al.
■ W M Duncan vsG L Ebcrhart.
Wm P Elliott vs Wm Davidson's admr.
John G. Humphrey vs Blake & Fessenden.
Alex Nickle vs P H Stevenson.
Jobs J. Mitchell vs James H Glllis.
Clark Usselton vs Joseph Morgan.
Miller & Co vs Isaac Scott et ux.
Ann Miller vs Jacqh Miller.
Haimony Bank vs A Inman.
Walter & Bro vs George Poe.
Walter & Bro vs John Lance et al.
Thomas Mcßride vs James Allen;
; Walter * Bro vs James Peazle.
Walter * Bro vs Henry Phillis.
David Mnsser vs 8 M Gordon.
Albert B Evans vs J R Harrab.
, J G Elliott vs B P Kpowllng.
Peter W Keller vs Patterson Mitcbcll.
Commonwealth vs Ales Robertson.
Miller* TraxvsTJCbandleret al.
J Walter * Bro vs J KBnuzo.
G 8 Fn tmer * Co vsTim McCarty et ux:
Coy, Noble & Co vs Sylvester Hunter.
Coy, Noble & Co vs Thomas Pending.
Coy, Noble & Co vs J E thane.
Coy, Noble *.Co va Noble. Angel * Co.
dec2olc JOHN OAUGHEY, Froth y
gTRAY BULL,
Broke into the enclosure of the subscriber
Greene township, about . the |stb of-December
last, a red and White -Bull, supposed to be two ,
yeprs old. The owner Is desired to prove his
property*'nay charges and take: him away, other
wise ho will he disposed of as the law for estray 4
rootnres. . JOHN McDONALO-
Greene twp., Jan. 6,
OP
JUST OPENED.
At $1 per yard.
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