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TUURSDAY EVENING. JULY 13. 1893.
•n
From all reports it is safe to say that
the governor of South Carolina and the
• Alliance will be willing m a short time
t) sell out their saloon business.
Does the proposition of Captain Evans
find no lodgment with those who realize
the importance of deepening the channel
to the sea speedily ?
of
resume
with
SAILING ON THE BAY
Schooner Lady of the Lake.
Foot of Tremont Street Telephoee-238.
BARTON JONES, Master.
The silverites are mustering their
forces to try to defeat the repeal of the
Sherman silver purchasing act unless
something equally pernicious to the
financial interests of the country is sub-
stituted. ___________________
It is all well enough to recommend
necessities for the city like an abattoir,
a garbage furnace, better sewerage, but
such recommendations are soon forgot-
ten if the council does not take them up
and carry them out.
A twenty-five foot channel to the
deep blue sea in sixty days would come
in mighty handy for the approaching
business season. Captain Evans offers
to secure it on the no cure, no pay plan.
Dallas, like Galveston, repented of
her exclusion act. The council in that
city passed a resolution that only un-
married women should teach in the pub-
lic schools. Such a storm was raised
that the resolution was promptly re-
psaled. _________________
The Atlanta (Ga.) Journal concludes
that with a crop of 2,500,000 bales of
cotton in Texas and nearly 8,000,000
bales additional in the whole south, and
a large surplus to carry from season of
1892-3 the prospects for a high price for
the staple are very slim indeed.
cape and the great white beacon blazing
high above them. Strangely enough, no
one seemed to remember the two lost
sailors. Even the two Norwegians, who
were all of the crew left on board, seemed
to forget their suffering fellow country-
men in their anxiety for the young pilot
. Up and down, each time farther to
sea, they searched through the night,
flashing their torches many times in
every hour, then scanning the watery
desert on all sides, waiting and hoping
always for the answering gleam that
never appeared. Not a man left the deck
for a moment. Hail, storm and cold, all
were unheeded. Throughout the long
night they sailed to and fro; their hearts
were growing heavier-and their thoughts
more bitter. Through the dawn and the
dim sunrise all the morning they
searched in vain. And then, sorrowfully,
they turned the Holland’s head westward
and beat up again to their anchorage of
the night before.
Repeal the Sherman law uncondition-
ally. Forbid the coinage at our mints
of any dollar that is not as good as any
other dollar, repeal' the 10 per cent tax
on state bank notes, and the democratic
majority in congress will be squarely and
fairly on the national democratic plat-
form. _____
The Mobile News sings the following
stanza, and sings it lustily: “Excuse
us, but have you noticed how the great
events of the past few days have been
happening for the benefit of the after-
noon papers. It is really remarkable.
First the Fold theatre collapsed when
all the afternoon papers could issue ex-
tras; then the Victoria with four hun-
dred souls went to the bottom of the sea
and was first chronicled by the evening
papers; then Colonel Mike Fincher shuf-
fled off this mortal coil at an opportune
time, and, to cap the climax, a large
failure and the mobbing of the negro
fiend in Kentucky comes in the same
way. It has been demonstrated that if
you wish to get the news before mortifi-
ca!ion sets in, you will have to subscribe
to the evening paper or else be behind
the times.”
The San Antonio- Light understands
the situation and says: “Coke’s scalp
is threatened regularly every six years,
but it still fits close to his skull.”
The proposition of Captain Evans to
secure a channel of twenty-five feet
across the bar in sixty days is on the no
cure no pay plan.
averted greeted her with words meant
to comfort. She never seemed to hear
them. Once—it was on the morning of
the third day after Maurice was lost—
she walked down to the beach, the faith-
ful Jim following at a distance, and
gazed long and wistfully out to sea.
Great waves dashed fiercely against the
massive rocks of the breakwater and
sent the spray flying over the low light-
house. She could see others, coming
from afar out, pass through the gap and
pass on, each one in hot chase of an-
other, to break at her feet with a hun-
gry roar.
One sail was visible far out in the bay,
the blue ensign displayed at its peak. It
was the “takeoff boat” waiting to receive
the pilots coming home from up the
river. Coming home! She knew well
why none of the other boats of the pilot
fleet were in sight, even beyond the cape.
She turned back, with convulsive shud-
ders rending her, and went to her own
room, locking the door.
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All classes of Buildings and Bridges, Foun-
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matter of the second class._________
Evening Tribune receives daily the reports of
the Associated Press, the Texas Afternoon
Press and the Southern Press Bureau, being
a member of all these news associations.
Tremont Market
No. 620 TREMONT ST.,
Is the most elegantly furnished market in town.
Refrigeratois and cold-air boxes serve to keep
our meats in good condition. We keep all kinds
of Fresh Meats.
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As to location see C. A. Herschberger.
CHAPTER IV.
The first day.
As the day broke the rain and sleet
abated slowly, and the wind shifted to
the northeast. An iron crimson line ap-
peared to the eastward and brightened
by degrees. The sun rose, dim and hazy,
through the dull, gray mist, which broke
up into flying banks of clouds as the day
increased. It shone on a heaving mass
of foam painted waters, a ghastly mo-
notony of solitude, except for a fruitboat
drifting fast before the wind, driven
ever farther to sea in spite of the exer-
tions of the two rowers feebly plying
their oars.
Their limbs are chilled, and their
mouths are dry. It is 10 hours since they
have tasted water. The salt spray dashes
in their faces and mdistens their lips.
They are seized with a terrible craving
to lick it off, but they have strength
enough to refrain; they are not mad yet.
A young man sits in the stern, the steer-
ing oar in his hand; his restless eyes peer
ever about over the distant horizon.
Occasionally he exchanges places with’
one of the rowers and pulls lustily for
an hour or more; it is evidently for the
purpose of warming his stiffening limbs,
not with the expectation of improving
their situation.
As the day passes their strokes grow
always weaker; at last the young man
rises, ties the oars to the end of the boat’s
painter and casts them overboard. They
act as a drag and keep the boat’s head up
to the wind, which blows colder as the
air clears. It is better to save their
strength till nightfall; then they must
row to keep from freezing. The men
huddle close together and hardly stir
until the darkness covers them; then the
’ young man rises again, unties the oars,
and they row feebly to keep themselves
warm. They try to light the lantern at
dusk, but their wet matches refuse to
burn, so they struggle on in the dark.
The second day dawns.
The sky is hazy and red, but brighter.
The wind is less fierce, but as cold as be-
fore. The sun breaks forth at last
bright and cheerful. He beams joyously
on the helpless castaways. Again the
leader casts overboard the oars, and the
skiff drifts on for another day. They
are almost frantic for want of food and
water, but they keep a close watch for
passing sails. Not a sign of human life
breaks the awful loneliness. The min-
utes are hours, and the day an eternity
as it wears on laden with despair. At
last the curtain of the night comes down.
The leader creeps forward and pulls at
the oars. This time he cannot lift them
in alone. The long continued soaking
has stiffened the knots, and the exposed
parts of the swollen rope are frozen.
They struggle frantically to loose
them, but their numbed fingers are pow-
erless to rriove the stiff cords. Their
i hands crack in many places with the
• fierce effort, but they hardly feel the
pain. The blood flows sluggishly from
' the raw and gaping wounds and freezes
> before it can drop off their nerveless fin-
! gers. With a groan of utter misery they
. cast the oars again into the sea. Now de-
; spair is with them; he sits up in the bow
[ and grimaces at them; he mocks them
t with the ghastly certainty that they are
; hourly growing weaker and colder and
» drifting every moment farther to sea,
[ farther from hope. They crouch together
; once more. Their numbed limbs are hard
j to bend. Will they ever unbend them?
? The third day.
t There is a heavy coating of ice over
the boat; it covers the sides with a glassy
. raiment and forms a solid mass, like a
great marble block upon the float. As
the light grows the younger man stirs
and draws himself with difficulty away
from his companions. One of them is
strangely rigid; the young man shakes
L_ him with his stiffened fingers. The icy
. coat cracks loudly, falls loose from the
I frozen thwart, and with the next lurch
of the boat the man falls heayily upon
his side. Even now not a muscle moves,
and half dazed the young man realizes
that his companion of the night is a
frozen corpse. They cannot pass the
day with that awful thing staring them
in the face, its icy limbs pressing against
the two survivors.
The Norwegian wakes, but is too weak
to assist. He nods intelligently when
the pilot points from the dead man to the
sea. He makes a futile effort to lift his
arms; they drop powerless, and the young-
er man sees that what is to be done he
must do alone. His own arms are use-
less. He stoops with great exertion,
places his shoulder against the corpse,
and after much heaving manages to
shove it overboard. It falls with a soft
splash into a passing wave and sinks im-
mediately. The great white gulls fly
over the head of the pilot and circle
round the spot where the dead man sank.
Their screaming whistle sounds faintly
in his dulled ears as they alight in the
water close beside the boat, searching
for the prey that is gone out of their
reach. He glares at them fiercely, but
they have no fear of him. To seize one
of them would mean renewed life to him
and his companion, but even when they
come within his reach his hands cannot
close on them.
He sinks beside the Norwegian, and
his bleared eyes search the horizon from
under swollen lids and frozen lashes. So
far his splendid vitality has held him up.
Now he is despairing, and hope abandons
him quickly. The night finds the two
men leaning close together. The wind
increases, and the spray dashes into the
skiff. The stars shine brilliantly on the
drifting boat half full of solid ice. It
closes firmly around the legs of the cast-
aways. Motion is no longer possible, and
a deadly lethargy, drowsy and merciful,
is fast creeping over them.
And it is the morning of the fourth
day.
The bimetallists in convention at Den-
ver promulgated yesterday a 3000-word
address to the people of the United
States. It is an able presentation of
what appears from a bimetallist stand-
point to be the situation. The following
plain appeal will tax the astuteness of
single standard advocates the country
over. The address says : “The charge
that bimetallists demand that 60 cents
shall be made a dollar is a lie. It was
a trick of the single standard, of the
conspirators, that lessened the value of
silver. Hal gold been demonetized in-
stead of silver—retaining for silver its <
greatest use and chiefest function and de-
priving gold of its greatest and cheapest
function gold would not today be worth
$5’per ounce and silver’s value and pur-
chasing power would be increased large-
ly above its former highest figure. What
bimetallists do ask, and all they ask, is
that the law relating to coinage as it was
for seventy-five years of the country’s
glory shall be restcred without addition
or expunging of a syllable. If that law
is re-enacted and a fair trial of it had
and silver shall not, without the pur-
chase of an ounce of metal
by the government, resume its
former relative value with gold
the bi-metallists will cheerfully submit
to anv legislation that experience will
suggest e.s necessary to make every dol-
lar of the United States equal in intrin-
sic value to every dollar bearing its
stamp. They urge the old law with su-
preme confidence born of unassailable
truths of history, that it will immediate-
ly replace every coined American dollar
upon par both as coin and bullion, re-
store bonds of weakened love and confi-
dence and set in happy motion the
wheels of all the' country’s magnificent
industries.”
CONTINUED.
For their lives they did row for an
hour more. Maurice himself took the
place of the weaker sailor and struggled
like a young giant. Then, at last, even i
he gave way, for he saw the beacon :
growing smaller and fainter in the dis- '
tance and shifting ever northward. It 1
was evident that their utmost exertions
could not withstand the powers opposing
them.
“It’s no use!” he cried finally. “We
are drifting out to sea all the time, and
our only chance is in keeping afloat until
the morning. We may be picked up
then. We must let her drift and keep
warm if we can till we spy a sail.”
The weary rowers rested on their oars
without a word. What could they say?
They huddled together to preserve their
warmth while the storm beat upon them
unresisted.' Maurice sat in the stern
with the steering oar. The lantern stood
on the floor between them; even its dim
light was comforting, and it might have
to signal a vessel if one should come in
sight. He thought of NelLGraves’ part-
ing words, “I don’t care how long you
are gone.”
“I’m glad now you don’t, Nell,” he
murmured, “for I’m likely to stay away
this time.”
So they drifted through the night and
the storm toward their fate.
Half an hour after Aurand had left
the Holland the watch on deck hurried
aft with the same cry, “Steamer burn
blue light!” and for the second time the
pilot hurried out into the darkness.
“How does she bear, Chris?” inquired
Truxill.
“ ’Bout same der first,” answered the
Norwegian.
Truxill looked thoughtful. “That is
queer,” he said half to himself. “I won-
der if it is the same one that flashed be-
fore. See here, Doc,,” to the pilot who
was preparing to leave the Holland, “I
believe that is Maurice’s boat; maybe
you’d better wait a bit till they signal
again.”
A moment’s reflection convinced the
others that his proposal was a wise one
under the circumstances. The second
skiff was righted, but not put into tho
water, and pilots and crew stood on the
alert, gazing seaward through the storm.
Before many minutes had passed their
patience was rewarded—a brilliant blue
gleam shone out between the capes, and
with all haste “Doc” Miner, who had
the “second chance,” dropped into the
skiff with the remaining two men qf the
crew and started through the gap where
Aurand had last been seen.
“Send word back whether they saw
Maurice’s steamer,” cried Truxill to the
departing pilot. “Old man,” to his re-
maining comrade, “I’m worried. That
last light seemed to be inside when we
saw the other. If that steamer is the
same one that signaled the first time,
Maurice has missed her, and”— He
turned his face away.
There was no need to finish. Both of
them knew well what fate to expect for
three men adrift in an open boat in such
weather.
“It might be so,” replied his compan-
ion, with marked hesitation, “but I
wouldn’t like to believe it. Ah!” He
pointed seaward where the weird light
gleamed again. Scarcely wa& it burned
out when another appeared, quickly fol-
lowed by a third. The pilot stood staring
until the last gleam was gone, leaving
the surrounding blackness even more in-
tense than at first. Truxill turned away
and leaned heavily against the mast for
a moment, and when he spoke again
there was a pitiful quiver in his voice.
“Al, it’s gone wrong with Maurice!
That steamer isn’t in distress or she
would show other signals. She’s only
tired of waiting out there in the blow.
It’s the same one, and Doc’s gone with
our last boat.”
The other man made no answer. The
same belief had come upon him with
crushing force.
The second skiff rapidly approached
the steamer. Indeed it was fortunate
for them that she began burning the ex-
tra lights, for they, too, had been borne
along by tide and storm faster than they
imagined, and a few minutes more would
have carried them beyond her.
Miner seized the ladder and climbed
aboard in great haste.
“ITow Ions have you been here, cap-
tain?” he inquired hurriedly.
“For more than an hour!” The cap-
tain was fery irate. “By heavens, I be-
gan to belie ve every pilot in the bay was
asleep or afraid”— He broke off sudden-
ly, for at the first words Miner had sprung
to the side.
“Hold fast, boys, while I tow you up
to windward of the breakwater! Hurry
aboard the Holland and tell them Mau-
rice Aurand is gone adrift!” He sprang
to the wheelhouse. “Full speed ahead!”
rang the signal, and the great vessel cut
the waves faster and faster, while he
headed her inshore toward the upper end
of the harbor. The slight skiff alongside
leaped from wave to wave, burying her
bow in each one and drenching the men
in her to the skin while they plunged
through the few miles that lay between
them and the Holland. As they neared
the great pile of stone Miner slowed up
to allow the skiff to cast off safely.
“Tell them Maurice is gone adrift
and for them to go look for him!” he
shouted to the men in her.
Meanwhile the two pilots left alone
in the Holland were in an ecstasy of
rage at their own hopelessness. They
could do nothing until the second boat
returned, and though barely half an
hour had elapsed since the skiff had left
them Truxill paced the icy deck with
childish impatience. He was too strong
a man to act foolishly, but not too strong
to fret at the enforced delay.
“There she is at last!” he cried as five
hoarse whistles sounded just beyond the
breakwater light. It was their own sig-
nal, their vessel being No. 5 of the pilot
fleet. “Something’s wrong, and Doc’s
towing the skiff all the way in, and -we
can't do anything till they get’here.”
A few minutes more brought the skiff
dashing alongside. Half a dozen words
sufficed to explain the situation. There
was no need for orders. The men flew
to the windlass and raised the anchors,
for the storm had made it necessary to
drop both of them, while two pilots
shook out as much of the frozen sails,
already triple reefed, as they dared to
carry. Like a live thing that knew her
errand the Holland flew through the
darkness down the harbor; past the red
light marking the lower end of the break-
water and the great foghorn that bel-
lowed mournfully after them; past the
point of the cape and the lonely bell
buoy that seemed to b& tolling a dirge
for the lost pilot, and southeastward past
| the long rows of sand dynes,below the
Cholera does not seem to be getting
to this country as fast as was anti-
cipated. __________________
The Alvin Sun is enlarged to an eight-
column folio and bears evidences of
prosperity.__________________
A garbage crematory would go a long
way toward solving the sanitary ques-
tion in Galveston.
CHAPTER III.
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She gazed long and wistfully out to sea.
Nell Graves looked out of the window
and saw a well known figure coming up
the street. The snow and hail had
ceased when the wind changed with the
dawn, but the breeze was brisk and the
temperature freezing. It was the kind
of weather in which few men would care
to loiter on their way, yet this man
seemed to be moving as slowly as possi-
ble. He leaned back heavily against the
wind“ that pushed him forward and
seemed reluctant to approach the house.
Nell ran out to the gate, careless of
cold and wind.
“Now, John Truxill, I know you’ve
got news for me. Give me my letter.”
She held out her hand. Truxill often
brought the family mail from the little
postofflce.
He looked down at the outstretched
hand, unwilling to meet her eyes.
“I’ve got no letter for you, Nell, but I
have got news for you.” He paused to
brace himself for his task. “And it’snot
good news either.” He stopped again.
He was not used to breaking evil tidings,
and he hardly knew how to go on. “We
—we lost—Maurice went adrift last
night. We haven’t found him yet.” He
could not soften the terrible bluntness of
the words. It seemed to him that each
one fell with the weight of a hammer.
But it was done now at any rate, and he
could look up. The girl wvs staring at
him as if petrified.
Truxill’s eyes dropped again to the
still outstretched hand. It was tightly
clinched now as he went on. “He
rowed out to catch a steamer—the skiff
missed her—they drifted out to sea.”
He choked a little. The wound in his own
breast was so recent it would not bear
touching. “We searched all night and
this morning, but couldn’t find a sign of
them. The other boats have gone out to
look,” he continued, with some vague
idea that the words might convey a little,
comfort and hope. Hope to her, herself
a pilot’s daughter! She knew as well „s
he did what the chances were. Without
a word or sign she turned from him and
entered the house with a firm tread, clos-
ing the door behind her.
Truxill followed a moment later and
entered without knocking, as was his
wont. It was necessary to tell the oth-
ers, for certainly she could not do it.
His story was soon told. It needed few
words to place the whole scene like a
picture before the eyes of each one of
them. The old man broke down com-
pletely and wept as his daughter might
have done. He had come to feel toward
Maurice as to his own son. His own
eldest boy, a pilot also, had gone adrift
during a short summer squall. The skiff
was picked up weeks afterward a hundred
miles at sea empty What chance was
there, then, for this other boy, gone in the
same way in the midst of a winter storm?
Under the infection of their misery even
Truxill’s endurance gave way at last.
The old man checked his grief sud-
denly.
“Where’s Nell?” he queried.
“She’s gone up to her room,” sobbed
her sister without raising her tear
stained face. “I heard her lock the door.”
‘'Some one must look after her,” com-
manded her father, and Anna went slow-
ly up the narrow stairs. As she expected,
the door was fast.
“What do you want?” cried a voice
from within in answer to her knock. It
was a hard voice, a cold voice, without
a quiver suggestive of t Ears. At any other
time or place she would not have be-
lieved it Nell’s.
“Can I do anything for you, Nell?”
Grief was a new thing to the girl. She
wanted to comfort her sister, if only
some one would tell her what to do or
say, but youth and inexperience were
against her. The mother who had died
at Jim’s birth eould have told her. It was
just before that that the other son had
gone dovzn into the sea.
“No. Go away and keep the rest
away.” The coldness of the tone sent a
chill to Anna’s heart. She crept down
the stairs like a frightened child. “She
won’t let me in and wants us all to keep
away,” she whispered to the expectant
group.
“Do you think she has been crying?”
inquired Truxill, turning a deep crim-
son. It was an awkward question to ask,
but he remembered the girl’s stony face
as she had turned from him.
“No. I’m sure she hadn’t. Her voice
didn’t sound that way.
They gazed at one another doubtfully,
i The old pilot seemed incapable of taking
the lead. Anna was too young to know.
“Best let her alone for awhile,” said
i Truxill after a pause. “Tomorrow, if she
i doesn’t cry”—he hesitated—“something
will have to be done,” he concluded
lamely.
1 Obedient to her wish, no one went near
i her room that day. On the morrow,
fearing they knew not what, since she
• did not answer to their knocking, they
' broke open the door and found her lying,
> a white, half frozen heap, upon the floor.
When she recovered, there was that in
■ her face that forbade them to speak of
• what lay nearest their hearts. She ate
> and drank as usual, but spent the whole
time wandering about the house, unrest;
> ing. Every hour she went to the gate
; and looked up the street expectantly.
> Friends passed bj. and with faces half
City of G
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The Easton-Dennis Co.
(INCORPORATED)
REAL ESTATE AND INVESTMENTS
S. E. Cor. Tremont & Postoffice Sts.
J. C. MeBKIDE, Manager.
BUYS a Fine Cot age and two Full
cpDZvV Kots on comer of 16th and L-.ts
filled; yard laid with creosote walks and filled
with flowers and shrubs. Really the best bar-
gain in the city.
» . IT'S HIGH TIME
f something was done, if your blood
A is impure. You can’t mistake ihe
ft symptoms. Blotches and pimples,
Hi or a feeling of languor and depres-
O sion, are some of them. If you “let
it go,” you’re an easy prey to all
sorts of serious ailments.
Now, the best blood-purifier in
the world is Dr. Pierce’s Golden
Medical Discovery. Take that, and
it will certainly rid you of every
Fv ’ll blood-taint and disorder. It starts
K/jja every organ into healthful action,
assists all the bodily functions, and
Iglgj cleanses, builds up, and invigorates
the whole system. G. M. p. far
surpasses nasty Cod Liver Oil and
SpffigH all its filthy compounds as a flesh-
builder and strength-restorer.
For every disease caused by. a
>rpid liver or impure blood, Dyspepsia,
Liver Complaint,” the most stubborn
kin, Scalp, or Scrofulous affections—even
onsumption, or Lung-scrofula, in its earlier
;ages — it’s the only remedy so sure and
ffective that it can be guaranteed. If it
oesn’t benefit or cure, you have your
loney back.
Can anything else be “just as good” for
^KtxA Household Remedy i
Cures Sulcers,A’ ■
SALT RHEUM, EC-
ZEMA, every form of f
malignant SKIN (
ERUPTION, besides |
being efficacious in
toning up the system {
and restoring the con-
stituticn, when impaired .
from any cause, it is a
fine Tonic, and its almost supernatural healing,
properties justify us in guaranteeing a cura of ■
all blood diseases, if directions are followed, 'f
Price, $1 per Bottle, or 6 Bottles for i
FOB SALE BY DRUGGISTS. J
ESJSTSE? BOOK OF WONDERFUL CURES, ;
together with valuable informationQ
3LOOD BALM CO., ATLANTA, GA.
pursuance of a resolution of the Board oi
Directors of the Galveston and Western
ailway Company, paised at a meeting of said
>ard on the 15th day of May, A. D., 1893, notice
the stockholders of the said Galveston and
esteru Railway Company is hereby given
iat there will be a meeting of the Stockholders
: said Company, at the Company’s office in
ie City of Galveston, State of Texas, at 12
clock m. on Thursday the 20th day of July,
93, called by the said Board of Directors for
ie purpose of determining whether or not the
.id Company will, First: Amend the Com-
my’s Charter authorizing the building of new
ties of railway and the increasing of
s capital stock to $10,000 a mile oi
iad. Second: To authorize consolida-
on with other Railroad Companies. Third:
o authorize the Directory to acquire certain
roperty. Fourth: To authorize the Directors
• issue coupon bonds payable in gold in the
im of $20,000 per mile of its railway built and
»be built and secured by first mortgage on said
>ad and its appurtenances, and for the trans-
iting such other business as may properly
me before said meeting.
WILLIAM SELKIRK,
Secretary,
Galveston, Tex., May 16,1893.
Established 1865.
Chas. Dalian,
Direct Importer and Wholesale
Dealer in
FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC
WINES AND LIQUORS
Louis Eoederer, Mumm’s and
Due de Montebello
OHANIPACNE.
JUST RECEIVED—A shipment of BELL-
THAL MINERAL WATKR from Germany,
the very finest table mineral water extant.
Ale and Porte”, Lemp’s St. Louis Keg and
Bottled Beer.
2406 and 2408 Market St., GALVESTON, TEX,
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Merchants speak of EVENING
TRIBUNE as the leading adver-
tising medium in Galveston.
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