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BUSINESS DIREG TORY.
DENTISTS.
C E. ESTERLY.
DENTIST.
Over Woodward's Drug Store
A. L. ASHBY.
DENTIST.
Over Dalley's China Store.
J. W. O'BRYON.
D. H. HORNOR,
DENTIST.
845 Mass. Street. Lawrence Kos
DENTIST.
Nitrous Oxide Gas given for the painless extraction of teeth. Office 743 Mess, St., over the Pair.
A A. RUSS,
DENTIST
Nitrous Oxide Gas given for the painless ex-
traction of teeth.
800 Mass. St
Physicians and Surgeons.
Physicians and Surgeons.
V. W. MAY.
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON,
Member Board of Pension Examiners, Tele
phone 83. Residence 1038 New Hampshire St.
Office 72 Massachusetts St.
S. B. & A. J. ANDERSON.
PHYSICIANS AND SURGEONS.
Office and residence 171 Vermont Street. To'e
phone 124.
F. D. F. PHILLIPS,
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON.
Officer 733 Mass. St., up stairs; residence 475 Elm
St. Telephone 82.
A G. ABDELAL,
A. G. ABDELAL,
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON.
910 Vermont Street. Telephone 90.
MINNEY AND MAGEE.
Practice limited to the Eyes and Ear.
Office hours:—8 to 12 a.m. 12 to 4 p.m., Sunday
10 to 11 a.m.
112 Kansas Commons l. 2, 3 and 4. Topeka,
Kansas
G. A. WALL.
Practice Limited to Diseases of the Eye and Ear.
Hours:-9 to 12 a.m., 1:30 to 5 p.m.
Sunday 10 to 11. 717 Kansas Ave.
Residence 627 Taylor St.
KAW VALLEY STEAM DYE WORKS
Ladies' and Gains' Clothing of all
Colored. Cleaned. Pressed and Repaired.
A. S. BOOTH, Cor. Burlesy & Mass. St.
JULIUS BAER, OPTICAN.
Freesafe leased free. Glasses guaranteed to suit
all ages and all kinds of light. 1080 Main St.
Kansas City, Mo.
I. H. JOHNSON.
BAKERY.
Next to Central Hotel.
Call at Mrs. Wade's BAKERY
First class home made bread,
pies and cakes.
**Orders Filled Promptly.**
ROBERTSON BROS.
UNDERTAKERS AND DEALERS IN
FURNITURE.
718 Massachusetts (Street).
Telephone No. 90, Lawrence, Kas.
© ELIAS SCHNEGK ©
718 Massachusetts Street.
Hacks to any part of the city.
OUR STUDY WINDOW
I am an old woman; many means of enjoyment have been cut off from me, but as I sit here at the window, watching my grandchildat play on the grass, it is happiness enough to hear their joyous childish laughter. I can never hear too much of that blessed music. After a while it drifted away out of hearing, but my little Mary, weary with play, comes and eveeps into grandma's arms. I rock softly to and fro, and watch the warm, rosy little face sinking into sleep, my thoughts go back over a long stretch of time and space to little Mary Ann, and tears burn beneath my eyelids.
Little Mary Ann.
Little Mary Ann; I see her first a motherless girl, yet happy enough, for she had no remembrance of what she had lost, and realized no wants that were not filled, a light-hearted, careless, unearned for little maid, playing with a merry New England brook, and picking winter-green berries on the side of Canan mountain, growing up like a heathen, the good neighbors said, and said so often and so emphatically that it came to her father's ears, and made him think he was not doing his duty by the child.
So, when the brook is quiet, and the wintergreens deep under the snow, little Mary Ann sits in a sleigh before the house, looking straight before her, Aunt Roxanna, whom she had never seen until two days ago, is come to take her home. The child dare not jook up to the stern face of the woman beside her, she dare not look across to her father, the house and Canaan mountain, sloping down behind it. She knows she will burst into tears if she does, and this much she has learned already—not to cry before Aunt Roxanna. The sleigh starts on its long journey, and little Mary Ann neither looks up nor back.
We are Selling Spring Suits
The next picture shows me the great bare upper hall at Aunt Roxanna's. Little Mary Ann stands on a bench before the big spinning wheel—her own small stature is quite insufficient —learning to spin tow. Occasionally she glances aside at a little round hole in the wall. There is another one opposite it, and Uncle John once explained to her, on a rare occasion, when they were alone together, that the room had been planned for a dancing hall, and these round holes were the mouths of large bottles set into the walls to keep the music from echoing. Delightful to think of this dismal hall full of music and laughter! The gay scene dances before her eyes; she forgets Aunt Roxanna and the spinning wheel, blunders, and is brought back to realities by a sharp rap on the fingers.
Poor little Mary Ann! When bed time comes she needs all the bright pictures she can think of to keep her courage up as she creeps up the stairs in the dark, and this is just the time when these bright pictures will not come. Horrible faces leer and mock at her out of the darkness, till she is well night beside herself with terror. The hall is never so huge nor so empty as at night. She puts out her two little arms, though there is nothing she could possibly run against. Indeed, in all this world of shadowy horrors, it would be a comfort to come sharply into collision with something solid, though it should make her cry out for physical pain. As soon as she can mas ter the obdurate buttons and strings she slips into her little nightgown, and pulls the bed covers over her head, but the ugly faces, the grinning, ghastly, tormenting faces! She can see them just as plainly, no matter how closely she covers her face. The bed clothes have one advantage, however, they smot her certain impressible sobs which might otherwise bring her a sharp rebuke from below stairs.
Sometimes, O blessed, blessed times
STUDENT'S TAILOR.
THE
Geo Davies
Our prices are not LAID low by dull trade but MADE low to make trade.
-THE MODEL-
745 Mass. St.
A full line of Regents and Bell in a black and dark blue Clay Worsted you will find in our house.
Lawrence, Kansas.
Uncle John finds it necessary to fetch something from the back chamber. How those ugly faces fade and disappear as his candle comes glimmering up the stairs! Oh the relief which the sight of his kindly countenance brings! Was there ever anything sweeter than his low whistling in the next room? As he goes back, he stops to lay a comforting hand on the little brown head, singing softly the while: "While I watch, untouched their fusses."
INGRID
All six of them on the ground,
An angel of the Lord came down,
And he knelt before her.
"While shepherds watched their nocks by night,
Slowly, slowly, the candle glimmers down the stairs, and leaves the great hall in utter darkness; but light and warmth and comfort are in little Mary Ann's heart. The hymn sings itself over and over in her ears:
"An angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around."
She sees it all, and all night, long it
singes and shines in her dreams.
Ah, little Mary Ann, the good old hymns made one bright spot at least in those dreary years. They made the dreary New England Sunday a time to be looked forward to. It was worth while to sit perfectly still beside Aunt Roxanna, through the long prayers and the long, long sermon, only to hear the voices rise and swell and fill the room, to lose oneself in them, or to single out that one high sweet voice, and float with it up, up, up! The song rises to the child's lips, and she longs to pour out her voice into this sea of sound, but she catches sight of Aunt Roxanna's firmly shut mouth and is silent.
Yes, the meeting house gave occasional glimpses into Heaven; but oh the school house! I see it only too plainly. I see the bleak bare room; the windows put in sideways, so there might be no temptation to look out of them. Before the fire place is a bench, and on the bench, her little feet dangling a long way from the floor, sits little Mary Ann—gagged! What has she done? I do not know. Neither does she; but she accepts the situation calmly, as she has learned to do. My old blood bolls as I watch her. The children pay no other attention to the matter than may be indicated by unusual studiousness. They are accustomed to such occurrences. The master strides up and down, up and down, with his walnut ferule in his hand, and if by any good fortune he finds a child's foot in the aisle, he steps on it.
One more picture of the old school-room presses upon me, and I can no more shit it out than Mary Ann could hide from the ugly faces which tormented her. It is a bitter winter's morning, and little Mary Ann chilled through during her long walk to school had slipped into her seat across the room from the fire-place, almost numb with the cold. But in a moment numb she forgets it all. In front of her sits a child with a mass of golden curls, lit up by the sunshine streaming down from the high window. They are beautiful beyond belief. The angels of the Lord must have such, thinks little Mary Ann. She puts out a tiny stiff finger to touch the shining wonder, half expecting it to melt into air. Down comes the ferule of the master on that wee, cold hand and in another instant little Mary Ann lies in a heap on the floor. The master does not allow such an incident as this to break up the school, but his coward's face is white as he sternly raps the tumultuous throng of children back into their seats. He dashes snow into the pale little face, and rubs the stiff hands with snow, and after while little Mary Ann opens her eyes, very much terrified to find herself lying on a bench, and the school master coming now and then to look at her.
Ah little Mary Ann, the children in your day had a stern rearing, but not to many of them. let us hope, came such desolate years as those you spent with Aunt Roxana. She was a good woman. She followed the path of duty as she saw it without variability or shadow of turning; but she had no more tenderness in her heart, and knew no more of the needs of a child's nature than the granite of her native New England hills. The good wise Lord gave her no children of her own and it would have been well for little Mary Ann if men had taken this as a sign that another woman's were not to be entrusted to her care. At last those dreadful years have come to an end. Little Mary Ann stands before Aunt Roxana listening breathlessly to the statement made in a tone a lawyer might use to a client "Your father has married again, and sent for you to come home." "Home" thinks the child, "home, home, home." Her face glows.
"Are you glad to go?"
"Yes ma'm. No ma'm. Yes ma'm.," says the baby, trying to tell by the expression on the face before her which the right answer is, so thoroughly has she learned the lesson of her duty to conform herself in all respects to the wishes of her elders, according to the New England interpretation of the fifth commandment.
When again little Mary Ann sits in a sleigh before the door, she cares neither to look back nor up. True, Uncle John's kindly face is above her, but the road before her leads to Cannon, this poor little bondswoman's prumed land. After a few days travel they reach a little town. The child neither knows or cares what it is. It is not Cannon. That is enough for her. But as they draw up before the shuckling old tavern, Uncle John looks down at her with twinkling eyes, and points with his whip to a man's tail figure stridling towards them. Little Mary Ann's eyes grow wider and wider, her heart flutters like a bird-song, and then almost stops beating. "Father" she quavers, and as he catches her up from the sleigh, she twines two loving arms about his neck, and falls to sobbing on his shoulder.
Little Mary Ann! Poor little Mary Ann!
It was a long time ago, and I am an old woman, but there is a sob in my throat now, as I think of her.
I kiss the peaceful sleeping face on my bosom, and rock softly to and fro—my daughter comes in briskly from a romp with the children in the swing.
"I declare mother," she says, "how you do spoil Mary. She might just as well have her map on the bed, and she is too big and heavy for you to hold."
I only bend and kiss the child in answer. My daughter looks at me half wonderingly, half understandingly, as my lips quiver through their smile. She does not hear little Mary Ann sobbing in the darkness.
FAXON.
The Shoe Man,
Has received this week new lines of
Tan Oxfords, AND
Blutcheretts,
Also in Black. These are handsome Rochester made goods and are reasonable in price. He has also received
He has also received
Dongola Oxfords.
For Young Men.
Russia Galt AND
FAXON.
843 Mass. Street,
SOL MARKS,
OPTICIAN
Our facilities for the correction on optical defects of the eye are not surpassed by any house in the west. 817 Massachusetts street, first door south of George Innes'.
THE LATEST
Thing out for
Gent's Russett
SHOES.
Five Button Pointed Toes MASON.
THE CREMERIE,
A First Class Lunch and Short Order House,
Direct Care from our door to all parts of City.
SCOTT & SCOTT
734 Kansas Ave. TOPEKA, KAS.
The National League OF STATE TEACHERS' BUREAUS.
A b u a u in each State.
One fee registers in all.
FRANKE. PLUMMER, Gen.M'ge Central Office, Des Moines, Iowa.
The League recommends teachers direct.
Let us represent you to schools and colleges that SELECT THEIR TEACHERS THROUGH our League of Bureaus before the vacancies become public, and thus avoid sharp competition.
Write for full list of state managers and illustrated circulators.
One year's subscription to the National Teacher and School Board Journal, at educational newspaper, to receive all issues of the League, by registering now.
State Manager, Marquette. Kas
The Kansas League Teachers' Bureau.
STUDENTS
Cash Shoe Store.
Will do well to see the fine line of shoes at the Cash Shoe Store.!
All latest styles in Russet shoes at lowest prices at the
Oysters served in every style.
STUDENTS! GHRISEPLEY'S Restaurant and Lunch Counter.
GEORGE FLINN,
Custom Boot and Shoe Maker.
All work at reasonable prices.
Repairing a specialty.
West Henry St., Lawrence, Kan
WILLIS.
South Tenn. St,
Photo Artist.
FAMILY MEAT MARKET,
825 Massachusetts Street.
Special Rates to Clubs.
637 Mass. 81,
J. JOHNSON & 80.
Game. Fish and Meats.
Fresh Bread AND Cakes Every Day.
J. JAESCHKE. PROPRIETOR.
KLOCK'S RESTAURANT
LUNCH COUNTER
Students' Boarding Place.
{ Board Per Week $3.00 }
{ ideal Ticket $4.80 }
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816 Mass. St. Lawrence, Kes.
ROOTS AND SHOES.
Neatly Repaired. JAS EDMONDSON,
915 Massachusetts Streets
NEW EYE'S Cataracts, Scars or 'Films
OUR home treatment CUELS Diseased eyes or
Cataracts in JAMES, AL. Painful, at-
tracting, Address THE EYE, Glens Fail, N.Y.
COLLEGE OF
PHYSICIANS and SURGEONS
The Winter Term begins September, 1894, and ends April, 1895 with optional Spring Term. Total fees, $105 a year, and a Laboratory Deposit, which is returnable. Four Annual Graded Courses, with Advanced Standing for Graduates in Pharmacy and the University Preparatory Course, prior to the study of Medicine. Clinical and Laboratory facilities unsurpassed.
Cor. West Harrison & Honore St., (Opp. Cook County Hospital) Chicago, 11.
For circular of information, apply to W.E. QUINE, M.D., President of the Faculty.
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The National League Ball, Bats, Catcher's Gloves and Mitts,
Masks, Body Protectors, etc., etc. The Spalding Tourn-
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