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! ale STock SI AND old and. New lowest Remem- K P HILL. | erally Fanrs. ex- IN- at- BER, Y. Law G. A. Nasu, PusuisuER. voL. I. NVBUTRAL. SANDY HILL WASHINGTON COUNTY, N. Y., DECEMBER 10, a 75 CExts Prr YrErir. NO. 3. TIME TABLE. GLEN'S FALLS BRANCH-D. & H. C. Co's R. R. In effect Nov, 17th, 1879, SourH. 1 2 8 4 6 6 Leaves [A. M.\A, M.[P. M.JP. M. Glens Falls] 7.1b%| 2.904] 11.90 2.05 455%! 6.15¢ Bandy Hill 7.25 10.00 | 11.45 2.15 8.05 6.80 Ar. F&A Ed 7.85 10.20 12,00 2.25 5.15 6.45 Norra- Leaves [A M.|A: M.A. M.P. M.P. M.P. M. Fi. Edwi'd| 745 10.45 12.156} 8.95 5.20 6.55 Sandy Hill | 8.00 | 10.55) 12.80 | 8.45 | 5.85 | 7.05 Ar. G. Fils,| 815 11.05) 12.45 8.85 5.50 7.15 *Meat trains for Troy and Albany. +Meet trains for Whitehall and the North, . Night Express for Albany leaves Ft. Ed, 10. 45P M Wight Express for Montreal leaves Ft Ed, 1.20 4. M No trains on this brach meet the Night trains. soctETIEs. The Regular Communications of Sandy Hill e No, 87% F. andA M., are held at Masonic Fan the First : an Third Tuesdays of each month, at T o'clock P. J. W. Wm. Master S. B. Aupucr, Secretary 53,119.1- Convocation of Sandy Hill Chap ter No 189, R. A. M., are held at Masonic Hall on the Second and Fourth Tuesdays of each month, at 7 o'clock P. M. J. 8. Sutppy, High Priest. C. E. Haxp, Secretary Arcturus Lodge No. 55 I O. of O. F., meets every Wednesday evening at 7 o'clock, at Odd Fellow's Hall. H. B, Vaverx, N. G. C. A. Waire, Secretary Kingsbury Lodge 208, Ancient Order of Unite Workmana meets at 'the Masonic Lodge Rpontahon first and third Friday evenings of each mon 8. B. M. W. J. S. €oonry, Recorder, Sandy Hill Lodge, No. 128, Em ire Order of Mutual Aid. James McCart , P., _J. H. Durkee, W. V. P., James 8. Coole W 8, John H. Derby Ww. T, Meets at Masonic dge Room the Ist anti 8d Monday evenings ofeach month. BUSINESS CARDS, ENNIS J. SULLIVAN, Attorney and Counselor AT LAW,. Sanpy HILL, -o - NEw YoRK. praxx CoLLmMaxn, MANUFACTURER OF FINE HAVANA CIGARS, AND DEALER IN ALL KINDS OF SMOKERS ARTICLES, No. 127 - -_ Broapway, FORT EDWARD, N. Y. |3ui10rER THOMAS BRICE, -s T IE TTD GB Eo, Sarpy Hitt, N. Y. > Manufacture of , Sash, Blinds, Doors, Door and Windon Frames, Mouldings, Bracket; all necessary articles for building, Sawing, Planing, Band Sawing, dc. &&\ Agont for Washfig—ton County for Wolf's Patent Blind Hings and Fastenor DRY Goo0D8 & GROCERIES. * MORRIS & PIKE, BAKER S FALLS, Sandy Hill, - - New York; Desires to inform the people of this vicinity that they still intend to sell Dry Cools and Groceries | AT VERY LOW PRICES. E'lour and Feed constantly on hand at market prices. &&~ NOTICE TO FARMERS.-Farm Produce taken in exchange at Market Prices. 7 OB PRINTING J NEATLY DONE AT THIS OFFICE. MISCELLANY. Rsyal—Henr‘l eod. Oh, royal-hearted summer} Your breath is full of kisses You rifled from the rosebuds, While sweeping from the south. * With balm your air is laden, As sweet as is the maiden When first love's fond caressing Is pressed upon her mouth. When first her fair hair, trailing, Conceals the sweet, shy blushes- Affection's tell-tale token, 'Which mantles o'er her face; When first her heart is lifted, With new-born longings gifted>__ To seek love's boon and clasp it In girlhood's fond embrace. + Oh, royal-hearted summer! ~ The rustle of thy garments Bring back the moonlight rambles- The loving lips and true. , The shy hand, fondly pressing, Affection's own caressing The heavens that bend in beauty Above the eyes of blue. MAUDS LOVE STORY. A long,\ pulsing July day was come to its sunsetting, and the fervent heat that crowned the sunshiny hours since early morning was giving way to a soft west- erly breeze. that stired through the trees, and lifted the short waves of hair off Maude Templeton's sweet upturned face, as she looked wistfully, thoughtfully, in Neal Howard's eyes, that were holding an expression of half-frowning, half-ap- pealing displeasure. \I would not have believed it of you, Maude. Ihave been so happy, so per- fectly content and rested, in your love for me! I have been so impatient for the time when our engagement should ter- minate in marriage; and here, now, you cooly, calmly tell me that, unless I have better prospects, you think it pru- den't to indefinitely prolong our engage- ment.\ He spoke sternly, eagerly, and he bent his handsome head toward her in a way he had of doing whenever he was spec- inally in earnest. She listened, her sweet, grave eyes looking at him patiently. *You would see I am right, if you only would see, Neal. Asit is, you make only just enough to take care of yourself; then how would it he when you were saddled with the extra expense of a wife? As we are, I am well enough cared for, and we can be very happy as lovers- only until I can see my way come to you, dear, and not be a burden' as I would be now,. Do you understand?\ Such a loving, appealing look as she gave him! But he curled his lips haughtily. \Do I understand? Perfectly! Poor people have no right to be happy, and you don't care very much for a poor hus- band.\ | \Oh Neal don't be so harsh! You know-you know I love; and no other one in all this world, rich or poor, will ever hear me tell him sol\ He was sufficiently convinced by her argument to be angry at its correctness; so he shrugged his shoulders, as if in sar- castic disbelief. 'You prove your words very accurate- ly. Women who love, generly desire not to prolong their engagement. Or perhaps you have some practical sugges- tion to offer.\ A little, faint, deprecating blush bloomed on Maude's cheeks. \1 did mean to tell you of a chance for you, Neali put you are so sarcastic and- cross,\ \Not at all! Cannot a fellow ever be in ernest? - What is it, Maude?\ She sent a shy, anxious glance to his face. \It is the foremanship in the Manhat- tan Mills, Neal, and the salary is-\ Mr. Neal Howard's eyes flashed out his disdain, and he compressed, his hand- some lips a second. then interrupted her. «You seem to forget I at least lay claim to the position of a..gentleman, Maude! A foreman in a factory! Thank you! I prefer my present position as tutor, even at the risk of your displeasure.\ She. colored deeply; and yet the look she gave him was eloquent with love and womanly sweetness. \I want you to do juéi', as you think best, Neal, I only mean that I do think a man is bound to do the very best he can for himself,\ his self-respect. A foreman in a factory! Maude, I'm astonished!\ 'Very well, then, dear; consider I have said nothing to annoy you. As I said at the beginning, I will patiently, cheerfully wait, until--\ He interrupted her hotly: \'There shall be no waiting! You do not love me, you mean to rid yourself of me as gracefully as only women can do. You are free-you will not be annoyed by having to wait for met\ And he plunged away into the little woody dell near where they stood, and his quick, angry footsteps went crashmg through underbrush and over twigs, as Maude stood where he had left her, her face pale and dazed, then pitifully flush- Ting as the hot tears rushed to her eyes. ''He is angry with me, and I meant so well! He will come back-I know he will come back, when his anger cools, and admit that I was right, or, at least, innocent of offence. ® And she went slowly back to the farm- house, the scarlet stain fading off her face. \\Mr. Courtenay!\ Neal Howard uttered the name in sur- prised sort of way, as, leaping lightly over a thick, low hedge of tangled honey- suckle, he came full upon Fred Court- enay and his paraphernalia, under the shade of a big tree. The handsome young artist lifted a pair of black eyes that were just a little dep- recating in their smiling expression. \I'm sorry to have been so stupidly near at hand, Howard, I declare; but what was a fellow to do? I'm sorry, 'pon my word, that.I was an eavesdrop- per ; and yet, Howard-\.. Mr. Courtenay hesitated and looked thoughtful. Neal frowned. He wasn't pleased as he might be to know that this stylish city gentleman was a perforce confident of his and Maude's little lovers' tiff. \*I tell you of what I was thinking- what struck me the moment I heard you speak. Howard, let me do you a favor, to atone, if I can, for having been a third party to your little conference,\ Howard's face was not cleared even as he intimated his willingness to know what the favor was that Ferdinand Cour- tenay could do for him. © From what Iheard, Howard,I take it that you would not refuse a chance--a fair chance-to make a nice little pile of money. I can give you a chance. I would give you a chance to take a posi- tion that has been offered to me, and now open, awaiting my answer, which, how- ever, must be at once.\ He was evidently in simple earnest, and Howard was suddenly interested. \Give me a chance, Courtenay! Td go to Nova Zembla if I fould come home rich.\ Courtenay smiled as he took a letter from his pocket. \It's almost as bad as going to Nova Zembla; in fact itis quite as far in an opposite direction, further possibly. But there's a chance, and a good one, to make money, as the firm who have written this letter especially say. They offer me a position in South Africa, at Port Eliza- beth, quite a civilized place, I know, to look after their interests there-dealers and importers of ostrich feathers-a big salary and commission.,' * And why don't you accept the offer ? Wouldn't you like to make the fortune?\ Courtenay laughed. , \I would not care to go so far south ; I am notenough of a salamander, I fear. Besides, I think I am in a fair way to make a better speck here at home with my pictures |\ Howard frowned, half puzzledly, half thoughtfully. «* And you actually give me the chance. Will the firm take me in your stead ?\ \ There is not a doubt of It, if I recom- mend you Will you accept? There's not enough time to do more than to de- cide, The ship sails to-night at eleven {o'clock from New York and you've only \ So he is;\ but not at the sacrifice ofé time to pack a trunk and catch the tram to the city.\ Howard's face suddenly flushed excit- edy. «© Yes, I'll do it! 'Write me the neces sary mtroductlon, and I'll write a line of explanation 'and farewell to Maude Tem- pleton, for you to kindly deliver afterI am off, I'll be ready in no time ; and, Courtenay, I thank you most heartxly for your kindness.\ He shook the artist's aristocratic whlte hand eagerly. . \All right, old féllow! Come back rich and be happy ever after. Write your note, and I'll write to Finch & Wing by you.\ So, all on the hot impulse of the mo- ment, Neal Howard went abroad, leav- ing aletter, half bitter, half proud, and with a (pathetic undertone of love in ey- ery word, for the one girl he really and truly cared for above all the world, for Ferdinund Courtenay to deliver, And while Neal Howard was walking the deck of the ship at midnight, and Maude Templeton was sleeping and dreaming of the morrow, when her lover would come back to her, Mr. Courtenay was lying on his lounge in the moonlight with the ashes of Neal Howard's farewell to Maude on the empty hearth. ** And now I shall have everything my own way. Fair Maude will be comforted in due season for what she shall believe is her lover's defection, and I will bp comforter 1 If it doesn't end as I proph- esy-in Maude's marrying me-then I am not so ghrewed as I flatter myself I am, Poor Elizabeth !~ Whew ! Well, he's wel- come to all he can make, for me I prefer the ; beautiful Maude and a temperate zone.\ R % # 4% # % A year had gone by, and away off, down by the Cape of Good Hope, Neal Howard was wondering what in the world was the reason he had never receiv- ed an answer from Maude to the little farewell letter he left for Mr. Courtenay to deliwer. He had found his position not an un- pleasant one, and the climate did not especially disagree with him. His sur- roundings were very delightful, his busi- making money by the bandful; and if only Maude had answered his letter he would have been almost perfectly con- tent. But Maude dxd not answer his letter, for the very good reason that she never received it. And in the weeks that fol- lowed her recreant lover's departure, Mr. Courtenay was her comforter, because to him only Neal had confided his inten- tions. And Ferdinand Courtenay made the most of his opportunity-so much so that people round about nodded their wise heads, and said that Maude was really consoled for Neal's defection. Of course, among the occasional let- ters that friends sent to Africa, the news was more than once mentioned that Maude and Mr. Courtenay were on most intimate terms, and Neal's mother, in one letter, actually announced the gossip of their engagement. Firdinand Courtenay proposed to Maude and was promptly rejected, and he went away, disgusted and disappointed, and chagrined at his ill luck : while Maude, whose bopes were gradually dying, and whose spirits were slowly leaving her- and leaving her depressed and silent- went on her lonely way, patiently as she might for the never-ceasing pain at her true and loving, wounded heart. Out at Port Elizabeth, Neal Howard was leading his lonely, unloved life, try- ing to put the sweet memories out of his head and heart, after he had written al- most savagely to those who had volun- teered their information of Maude, never to mention her name or Caurtenay's again. And so, so widely divided, these two lived another year and another, he im- agining Maude's happiness as the wife doubtless long ago-of the man she loved; and Maude feeisng sure that Neal had found his happiness in the distant coun- try to which he had gone, Until one day -one perfect October day-Maude had gone out for a little walk, the way she ness hours.short, and he found himself}? always went, because it was the way Neal and she had been accustomed to go. It lead past the village post-office, where for many weary times, whtnever the papers announced the arrival of the for- eign mails, Maude had asked if there was anything for her, until her sweet, pale, tired face had made the postmis- tress' heart ache and tears come to her eyes. To-day, Mande was in no mood to in- quire. Why should she have been, when for months, and months, she hid been slowly learning her lesson? And so she was walking past, when, like an inspiration, it came to her that she would inquire just this once more- just this once, because such a swift strange yearning had come over her. And so she lifted her lovely, pale face to Mrs. Morrison, standing inside her office window. /' \I dare say I am very foolish, but per- haps there is something for me, after all?\ And instead of the grave, pittiful shake of Mrs. Morrison's white-capped head, and the gentle, sympathetic, \No dear, not this time,\ Maude's heart stood stil in almost suffocating emotion, to see a smile broaden on the kind old face. ''Well, Maude, I shouldn't \wonder if there was something at last. What'd you say to the biggest letter from foreign parts that ever came through this office eh? Come in back, dear, and get it?\ To her dying day, Maude will remem- just how she felt as Mrs. Morrison spoke. Then she managed to force her trembling limbs to. carry her into the little back office, and there- Neal Howard sprang to meet her and catch her in his arms, and kiss her over and over, and explain, in eager, passion- ful words, what a terrible mistake there had been. Isn't the story told? - --a og a Two Indian Love Affairs. Mentioning the school for Indians and othefs, which existed in Cornwall, Conn., some fifty years ago, a writer says : \Among others who attended the mission school were two intelligent young men of the Chesokee tribe of Ind- ians. Oneof them, known among his people as Weite, received the name of Boundinot, from Elias Boudinot, once [Governor of New Jersey, and for a long time President of the American Bible So-| ciety. The young Indian, naturally gift- ed with a pleasant address and manner, was welcomed into the best families of the village. His frequent calls at the home of a prominent resident in time gave rise to some neighborly gossip, but the social life of the parish, usually so quiet and placid, was stirred to a fever heat when the news spread far and near that he was about to marry one of the fairest and most cultured daughters in the place. Against the wishes of her. parents and friends she persisted in her choice and the words were spoken that linked their fortunes for life. The com- panion of Boudinot, the son of a Chero- kee chief, was also enarmored with the beauty of a maiden living near the vil- lage, and was actually successful in his suit. These love affairs seriously dis- turbed the feeling of the community and hindered the progress of the school. The Indians, with their brides, returned to their nation, then occupying a portion of Georgia. Boudinot became conspicuous among his people as a scholar, edited a newspaper, and during the administra- tion of Andrew Jackson took a leading part in the arrangements by which the tribe was removed to Kansas, Ridge, then one of the chiefs of the t‘herokoeq. was in sympathy with this movement, but a strong party was opposed to leav- ing the burial places of their fathers. The disaffected portion of the tribe, after the settlement in Arkansas, denounced Ridge and Boudinot as traitors and un- true to the traditions of the people, and in their bitterness they clandestinely murdered them. oo -if @) nif > - The best knowledge which we have in this life does not come from reasoning. It is that which is shot into us like a flash of lightning. «6 a 00 ceed ant porte levee owas toe
