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htthn ga.. guard ,j fftm n ga. guard. TER tV/1 3 ORAQVERTISINQ! k REPUBLICAN NEWSPAPEB, e» ft ®* 'SC NT 5 g B V o PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY, lTroelH 100,1601 2 0012 60; 3 00[ 3 76| 6 2516 00:10 < 2 w*ttj 1 6t>8 2 25| 3 00| 3 75| « 25|~625| 7 00{ 9 00[ 14 0C BY 3w’£.[176|2;5|S75|'t25ti;6|6 60{ 000fl200g 17~ f " JOHN G. HOLMES. i 3v’lc«!i aoo; 8 60| 1501 b 26| a 0018 boro oo;i4 oot 2fo - e w’kaj 2 B0| 47510 00j 7 ooj 8 25|U 00114 00|jl9 00{ 2€ 0 Smos.l i 001 « 001 7 69| 8 60J10 00jl3 00[17 O0S23 00| Sb"o> ' Tew iw :—SS por Year. 6mo3.E a ooqo00113oopsoo|i700520oopa00338 ooj go“o Fifty Ceuta tlftrtuctetl IT paid Yearly in Advance..”*®* 9moB.| 8 50jl3 00(17 00g20 00*23 00*27 00[38;60;50 OOj 86 01 ^Nopap^r continucHl after the expiration of oneyear anleaapAid for* UMBER 1 yeoiflO OOPS 00[20 00gZ4 0028 00*83 00^45 QQ'60 00j*100 0 j.yoLTOE X I BUCHANAN, MICH., THURSDAY, JULY 19, 1877 N 23. Bneinsss Garda of flvelines or less, $5 perannomr OrFICE—In*‘Record Brick Building,’ ’north sltUof Legal advertisements at statute rates* f c out 8 treet.fourdooreefts to f Main. Transient advertising payable in advanoe. £> Yearly advertiHlxigpayabU on demand* " Hatterin loeal columns, ten cents por line or eaeb took her hand in his, and murmured her eyes hardly guided her, saying “ Give him up ?” said Madeleine, insertion; but no local taken for leas than (D00* Poetry. ObitnaryNotices—more tban thoannonneement—wij one of those greetings of which the over and over to herself, whether when she must speak, in a voice un beohargedforgeafi at the rate o JJtoe cents for each line. natural and cold. “ You do it very Adrertlsenients not accompanied with directions as to Wrlfclan f.ir tlia Jtecord. words are the’ merest nothing, before aloud or silently she knew not: time, will beinserted until forbidden* and charged fo “ Madeleine is right. I am very fool easily it seems. Why should you give accordingly. i.OATGINO. he was quite aware that Madeleine Doub]dcolumnadverti8ementscbarged atshoricolnc x> was in existence. When Cecile said, ish. Maddie is always right. Oh, Philip up? Cecile, you are ill.” rates. Bhorinotloesof meetings, 25 cents. OV FRA.VKIB iUl.I.Vf}. in her timid, pretty fashion, “ Mv sis God ! what a terrible thing it is to be Cecile made no shadow of an an Yearly adrertliersallowed four changes without ezti charge. Yearning anil longing foi‘ wliat cannot lie, ter Madeleine, Mr. Abinger.” he rais so very foolish!” swer. She for'bode even to turn her Trusting in years to come, ed his oyes to her for the first time. She went straight to her own room eyes upon Her, lest the mere look To bring us tlic joys we never have known Cecile was looking at her sister ; for and sat down on tho chair by the might have conveyed her reproach. dare not say the bride Was the happier In the years that arc passed and gone. Longing, oh ! longing, for what cannot be. she longed to read the impression that window, drawing it far in among the Now happened one of those chances o f .the two. She also had visions; While the ijitm-e seems only a sad mystery. Philip would make, and save herself plants, in pretty bloom and full leaf. that occur often enough in life, hut sweet eyes made sadder for all their the waiting until he was gone before She was wondering vaguely when seem unnatural in fiction. Philip’s lifetime, a fair face paled by her do All that is earthly wilt soon fade and die ; To tho front in .Low Prices. Youth, in its laughing spring time, she could heat; it. She observed her • Madeleine and Philip, would come step sounded on the staircase. .A re# ing, a low voice sapped of its ringing Soon changes to age all fnri'owed and gray, sister’s face with wonder. The un back again. How long sho sat there surging blush, hot and painful, stain happiness. Longing ngnm for its prime. usual color that excitement had she could not have told. The min ed Madeleine’s cheeks ; but not a > Calicoes, 4c, 5c, and very best, But all o f our longings are useless forsooth, Por old age can never return for its youth. brought info her cheeks paled quite utes passed unconsciously; hut pres tinge of color passed oyer the quiet From the BarllogtOlt Hawkoro. 6 c. away, leaving them white.; her calm, ently she heard steps and voices near face turned out toward the dying day-, THE SEEDSMAN. :■ T H I S l Lonsdale and Pruit of Loom cot Longing to span the expanse o f years, deep eyes lightened with an expres the door, and recognized those of her light. Yet an indescribable change To know what onr future will bo ; How doth the busy busy nurseryman tons, 10c. 50 pieces 4-4 blck’tl cot Longing to grasp the rich treasures of life sion very foreign to them, and sank sister and lover. was visible; the pallor seemed to in Improve each shining honr, Unless you desire ton, soft and fine, 9c, worth 1 2 !c. Ere they come in life’s destiny. as suddenly and heavily as if their Cecile tried to move, hut the power crease, and the calmness was like that And peddle scions, sprouts and seeds Poolishly longing, while God in his might, lashes had been lead; a faint shiver, was denied her. A cold weight op of death. .Of every shrub and flower. t0; Press Ginghams, So, 9c and 10c. Patiently guides us through day and through Dress Goods, the largest assort night. ran through her shoulders, as though pressed her limbs. She sat still and’ .He, too, was . different. The last How busily he wags his chin, a cold wind had blown on her; she dumb, and the door opened. They week or two had left its mark upon How neat he Spreads his store, ment and the lowest prices in the Ah, how delusive our dreams often prove, looked almost like one who struggles' on the threshold of the twi-. him. There were incipient lines up And sells U3 thinecs that never grew, county. As memory presents them to view ; And won’ t grow any more. We, alas, can number tho cherished and love to repress a sudden terror. It was a room. on his forehead; his eyes had the Black Cashmeres for Sacques, Who to our friendship have oft proved untrue, minute, perhaps, during which neither “ And you will hot come in then ?” harrassed, hunted look of a man pur Who showed the little man the waT 40c, 45c, 50c, 60, 75c, S5c. 95c, No matter how much we repine at our fate, responded to the introduction, and asked Madeleine; And it was in that sued remorselessly by troublesome To sell the women seed? Tis useless. Jtepibings come only too late. - Who taught him how to blow and lie, 01.15, $1.25, $1.35. then Philip Abinger stepped forward tone that longs for and fears assent. thoughts. .And coax, and beg, and plead ? Hosiery, Hosiery ! 1,000 pairs and took her hand, muttering some “ I cannot to-night. I cannot see “ Cecile,” he cried, bending down Story. commonplace words. Neither of them her to night. Madeleine, I would to take her hand— “ Cecile, how ill He tanght himself, the nurseryman. 1 - Ladies Hose, from auction, 9c a And when his day is done 9 TV© are selling Clotluugy understood the phrases, nor cared to, rather have died than met you. Shame, you'must have been ! And you have pair, former price 25c. We’ll plant him where the lank, rank weeds • Boots and Shoes, Tfafs, Caps* From llHip-r’a Weekly. and he turned away with a strange penitence, pity and despair— let them said nothing to m e! I could not come W ill flutter in the sun. Pull liue K id Gloves, in 2 but air of troubled constraint. Poor Ce- before. I have been kept -away; I and Gents' Furnislihijs Goods Faithful and Faithless. go-” tons, light and dark shades. 7 5c, cilc’s face discovered her disappoint “ I know how it will end. You will have been busy.” But o h ! although we plant him deep lower tlmu auy other house Beneath the buttercup: $1.00, $1.25 and §1.50. ment. It was hard to think that leave me. It is right you should. “ I am not ill, Philip,” said Gecile, He’s so much like the seed he sellB, lu town. TV a buv tower and They lived up among the swallows, these two should dislike each other, Let me go mad or die, my God! be withdrawing her hand quietly. “ To He never will come up. $1,000 worth of Ladies Cotton in the attic of a second-rate boarding la.-larger tinuutit-es than any even from the very first, as it was too fore he does what he ■ must1—what is day I have suffered with a headache, Underwear at a great sacrifice to house, these two sisters. Madeleine house in our Hue, aud by plainly evident they did— these two, right!” but it is gone now. I-am very glad Cheap Butter. close. wrote stories, painted photographs, discounting our kilt* W» art* upon whose affection for each other Philip caught the speaker in his you have come.

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