THE FLEXIBLE FIEND.

Last summer my Wife received a telegram from her mother (visiting in Boston) urging lier to meet her in that city on an important family matter. Let no one suspect mo of intimating that my respected mother-in-law is the " flexible fiend," from my introducing her name so soon after the title of my story; ibut had it not been for that telegram my experience with said fiend would have been nil. Arabella was to start early iv the morn ing, and gave me many orders. "Be sure anil lock all tbe doors every mght, Theo* pliilus; and, whatever you do, dou't agitato Bridget, for you: know what a helpless prc dieanient yon would be in if she should take it into her head to ' leave.' " I gave the required promises, and next day saw Arabella safely on her way. For a few days all went smoothly. Bridget was, to use her own description, in the most " ill'i^antest" of humours, and I enjoyed un wonted tranquillity. Then' came the beginning of the end. Of course, Arabella and I exchanged letters daily. (We had only been married a year and a half.) On the' afternoon of the fouith day her letter contained the following thunderbolt—in a . posteript: " I forgot to tell you that I found Aunt Carraway here on a visit, from the West. She will come home with me for it short stay, so be sure and have Biddy clean the house from roof to ccßar, as Aunt Carraway has ah eye like a lynx—but then you know, Philly dear, she lias a great deal of money." I understood that "Phillydear" at once. On ordinary occasions Arabella calls me "Theophilus." .She knew that I would rather face a howitzer than convey her com mands to Bridget, but as the thing had to be done, her mode of address was an affec tionate hint to approach the dreaded damsel with the utmost circumspection, . I began at once. I went to the kitchen, where Biddy was scouring pans. "Well, Bridget, is there anything you need from the store? I may run down there to-night, and can bring nnytliing you want—just as well as not, you know." " Sugar's out," said the maiden laconic ally. " Anything else, Biddy ?" with a Pick wickian smile and a Chadband inflection. "Sure, ye might be after fetchin' a sup o' toy, too."' : ' '"Twill, Biddy, with great pleasure. By the way, that's a fine fellow that comes to see you sometimes. McCarthy is his name." "It's my cuzzint, shure," said the bash ful Biddy, rubbing away very hard at the .bottom of a pan. " A very nice cousin, indeed, and I hope you will treat him well, Biddy, every time he comes. By the way, I have just had another letter from Mrs Blodgett. She will be home on Thursday, and wished me to mention to you that you that you might •do a little house-cleaning, as she expects to bring a friend with her. 11l help you, Biddy-, 'pon my word I wily I continued, hastily, seeing signs of gathering wrath on Erin's brow. Next day we began operations. While Bridget scrubbed and scoured and grumbled and growled, I devoted my energies to clearing out the rubbish in our bedroom closet, and progressed'swimmingly until I came to an old hoop-skirt of Ara bella's. I had heard a friend say that stove clinkers and old hoop-skirt* were the hardest things to get rid of on the facb of the earth. Bum it I could not. Break it I could not. T could not hide it in the attic, for Aunt Carraway would be sure to make an expedition thither within twenty four hours after her arrival! If I should throw it behind the woodshed, Biddy would trip over it and fracture her classic nose. A brilliant idea presented itself ! I would bury it—in'the vegetable garden, near the potato patch. "The turf shall be its winding sheet,' sang I, triumphantly, and bore it to-the spot. A few spadesful of earth, a few manly tears (caused by uprooting a very powerful onion near by), and all was over. The next day I sat in my library, reading an instructive volume entitled " Enigmas of Life." The door'was thrown open, and a bouncing, bewildering object gyrated along the floor to my study chair, followed by Bridget, with the thunders of Olympus on her brow, and—yes—blacked eyed ! With wrathful gestures shot forth the tirade : " An' it is mesilf that'll be afther havin' mv eye kilt entirely widthe murtherin owld villih ay a hoop-skurrt jumpin' intil me face, while I was diggin' a few peraties for dinnerT-like a devil -from purragatory, She disappeared, and I laid down my book in despair..... " Enigmas of Life 1" I should think so ? T'seized the, hoop-akift, and ran frantically into the garden. I would bury it seventy fathoms dec]), if I had to dig through to the antipodes ! No one should say that Theophilus Blodgett-Was the man to'be conquered by an old hoop-skirt, forty spring double-elliptic though it might be ! Just as I reached the corner of the woodshed I heard a silvery voice exclaim : " tiood morning, Mr Blodgett !" Looking around, I descried, oh, horror! the clergyman of St. James, with his wife and young:lady visitor, Miss Juliet Thor ton, coming to call! For the Rev. Ciggswell and lady I cared not a straw, but Juliet Thorton had been onebf my ardent attach ments, before I had engaged myself to Arabella,: In fact, I was a long time (I may say a very longtime) making up my mind which of the two I really preferred ; but, on Arabella's remarking- sarcasticaUy one evening that " sbme.people never did know their own minds," and that "men were all alike—fickle as the weather "—I gasped for firmness, uprooted Juliet from my heart for ever, and made Arabella name the day on the spot. ? However, nothwithstanding the uprooting process (which is not always so thorough as some people imagine), if there was_ one person in the world before whom I wished to present a respectable figure, it was Juliet Thorton. Arabella might get killed in a railroad, accident. Strange things hap pened every day, I glanced about me in desperation. There stood a heavenly ash barrel right at my elbow. I breathed an inward thanksgiving, and hastily cramming the hoopskirt into the barrel, joined my visitors at the front gate. "We are just in time to make a tour of your flower garden, Mr Blodgett," said Juliet, beguilingly; "I do so dote on flowers!" and, she gave me a tender glance, as if to say, "Ihave not forgotten the hot house roses and snowy camehas that a cer tain individual used to send me." "With all my heart, ladies, this way — and Mr Ciggswell. too," and I led them in triumph around the flower beds, plucking the fairest blossoms of all for Juliet and Mrs Ciggswell. It is fortunate that Ara bella did not see the solicitude with which I selected the perfect specimens. The Rev. Ciggswell squinted through his, eye-glasses towards the kitchen fire. ' " You have—aw—some very fine vege table too—aw—Mr Blodgett, I perceive, I am very fond of looking --aw—at a vege table garden." I could have murdered him. The way to the vegetable patch led directly past the ash ■ barrel.

"Oh, yes, de»r Mr Blodgett, do show us the vegetables," said Juliet. "I do lo\'e to see the cunning little yellow squashes, and the beets and onions and other nice things." There was no help for it. Stilling a groan I conducted them to the desired place. We neared the fatal ash-barrel. Juliet s eyes were cast on the ground, and I breathed freely as we passed it, when an ominous sound—tsiss-ss-t—greeted my ears,, and my horrified eyes beheld a long ragged rent in Juliet's pink cambric polonaise! That diabolical hoop-skirt—that haunting, remorseless fiend; that " Banquo "' that would not "down"—had protruded a broken wire through a chink of the barrel, and the deed was done ! If Arabella were to be immolated on iifty trains it would make no ditierenoe now. Juliet would never smile on me again. A woman must be an angel to forgive an irreparable injury- to a new dress. Of.course I apologised, and of course she pretended not to care ; but a certain freez ing dignity crept into her manner for the remainder of tho call, and by the time we reached "the cunning little yellow squashes " her enthusiasm was ■as dead as Julius Cresar. The visitors declined an invitation to enter the house and rest. Mrs Ciggs well with an infinitude of pins and an abundance of sympathy, made temporary repairs in the pink polonaise, and I bowed them out of the front gate with an unwonted chill at my heart. Looking across the street I espied a rag man's cavt standing at the Window Dicker man's. A wild impulse seized me. I snatched the "fiend" from the ash barrel, and as I ran upstairs called out. " Bridget, run over to Mrs Diekerman's please, and tell that ragman to be sure and stop here." The ragbag always hung by Arabella's sewing-machine,, in the bedroom. Twisting the fiend into the smallest possible compass,' I wrapped and tied it securely in a ragged dish-towel, and pushed it down, down, down to the very bottom of the bag. No, that wouldn't do. The lowest rags would be sure to crop out at the top ■when he emptied the bag. With a Machiavellian cunning I pulled the "fiend " up toward the middle. "He will never discover it till he gets to the paper mill," thought I; "fare well, ruthless destroyer of my peace, fare well?" ~,>" ■ By the time my arrangements were com pleted, the Widow Dickerman had come to the end of chaffering for half-pint tin cups and griddle-cake tnrners,and the cart was at the door. With a stolid countenance, but a throbbingheartl stood nonchalantly by while the peddler weighed and emptied the rags, and counted out the cash. 1 did not draw a full breath till I saw the back of the cart vanish over the top of the long hilly street, on the road to H The next day, Arabe'la (dear girl) re turned with Aunt Carraway. As we sat at dinner, plying our elderly relative with all the delicacies of the season, I heard an animated discussion at the kitchen door between Bridget and a strange man. Bridget's voice grew shriller, the man's grufter, then heavy footsteps mmc near. I quaked with a fearful presentment. The door opened, and the rag man stood before me with indignation on his freckled face. "Ef you suppose that Hir.im Salathiel Bangs is agoin' to pay 'five cents a pound for old hupskirt wire you're jnut a lettle out of your reck'nin', for he don't calc'late to korry on biznesa in enny sicli style. I'll t-rouble yew for ten cents, mister," and he handed me the "fiend," still tied in the ragged towel." Arabella was completely mystified. Aunt' Carraway looked unutterable things ! I handed out a dime; Hiram Salathiel' de parted. I flung myself back in my chair in an attitude of utter hopelessness. "It's no use, Arabella! I've tried to get rid of that infernal thing ever since Tues day ! It's bewitched! Where's my hat ?" and I plunged wildly out of the house. " It's all right, Philly. Aunt Carrawny wasn't nearly so horrified as you would sup pose. She's asjeep in her own room now, like a blessed old lambkin." She led me up to the side of the room where the bookcase stood, and pointed roguishly to a mysterious looking, serpen tine arrangement on the wall, lined with Turkey red,finished off with hows of ribbon and filled with newspapers. ; "You know, Phil, you never can find your paper again when you lay it down, so this afternoon I made you a wall-pocket for a surprise." I looked again. Could I believe my eyes ? Ye«, it must be ;it was the " fiend " transformed into an object both useful and ornamental, by the ready wit and deft lingers of a woman ? : ■ • "I acknowledge myself surpassed, Ara bella. Men sometimes don't know half as much as they think they do." Arabella smileddemurely.—"Springfield Republican"; • ...

Lieutenant Schwatka's Discovery of the Franklin Remains.

The Academy of Sciences was crowded to listen to a lecture by Lieutenant Schwatka, detailing his experience in Arctic explora tions while searching for the Franklin re* mains. The lecturer stated that on the 19th of June, 1879, he and his party of four white men, accompanied by their guide "Joe," an Innuit, started in upon their search. The members of the expedition were wholly de pendent upon their rifles and the Esquimaux for support, and in July tbey were visited by a band of natives anxious to barter away their wares for tobacco and "such articles. On the 24th of October the Innuits com menced making their winter houses of ice, which are between ten and fifteen feet in diameter. One of the most pleasing sights ever witnessed by him were the lights in these houses at nights. On the 24th of December he started upon a sledge journey ' in order to ascertain the best route to be ' pursued in the'coming spring to King William's Land. On the first day he accomplished but fifteen miles, when the party camped and built themselves an igloo. This is a subterranean structure with a hole large enough to admit the body, and when closed at night is hermetically sealed. The coldest day experienced was on the 3rd of January, when the mercury was 103 below the freezing point. This, the lecturer said, was the severest cold ever experienced by white men. The expedition accomplished the longest sledge journey ever made by explorers. They made 3,251 miles in a •period of 11 months and 20 days, through the heart of an Arctic winter and in the coldest temperature, the party suffering but few frost-bites. The fact that the white men lived on the same diet as the natives, and suffered the same privations, proved that they could stand the climate as well as the natives. In conclusion, Lieutenant Schwatka stated that not a man of the Franklin party remained unburied, and that they interred the remains of between 30 and 40. ;

A BALLOON'S EXCITING RACE WITH A THUNDER STORM.

Sudden Collapse of the Air-Ship. "Let her go!" shouted Professor Samuel A. King, at 4.40 o'clock yesterday after noon, as the great Waiiamaker baloon, which had been tugging impatiently at the ropes, shot up into the air. The balloon went up in the sunshine and came down in a storm. Its sending off was favourable in the extreme ; its end was anything but that. A rent from top to bottom brought the air-ship to a landing in a hurry. The balloou ascension, under the chargeof Professor King, was the crowning event of the entertainment furnished by Mr Waiia maker. The balloon was a new one and named in honour of the now aerial visitor the Comet. The occupants of the basket were the Professor, who was making his 126 th ascension, a lady friend of Mr King's,family, and a representative of the ''Times." The balloon, which was inflated with 25,000 feet of gas, left the earth behind in a jiffy, amidst the applause of the thousands of spectators and the music of Carl Sentz's Orchestra. The wind, which had been blowing strongly throughout the afternoon, seemed to die away as the word of command was given, and. at first the great air-bag hnng listlessly above the heads of the multi tude. At 2,000 feet above the earth, the view was a perfect one. All the people of the city seemed to be gathered near Memorial Hall. Their figures faded away gradually, then blended into one solid mass and fiually disappeared entirely. OVER THE CITW The balloon took a south-easterly course aud followed, down over Bidge avenue. Far ' beneath lay the great city. It was a city composed of red brick. Prominent buildings, could be easily distinguished. The Peni tentiary looked liked the spokes of a great cart-wheel, the Public Buildings like a massive fortress. At 4.55 oclock the balloon was over the Delaware. The vessels were in their holiday attire and the snapping of crackers and the explosion of guns from the Camden side bore evidence that the day was being spent by the Jersey small boy in a much different way than by his brother on the other side of the river. It was a beautiful country that the balloon passed over after crossing Camden. At a height of 3,000 feet the truck gardens looked like the squares of a checker-board. Now the wind died away and the sun shot its rays down spitefully upon the oc cupants of the balloon. It was warm, very warm, away up there in the clouds, and the ratified air acted upon the ears in a rather disagreeable way, bus nobody minded that. Far below a puffing engine 'drew a train of passenger cars towards Atlantic City. Although they looked like toy cars at the distance, the rails were perfectly distin guishable. The intricacies of the average Jersey creek could be appreciated at this height. They were something awful to contemplate. FIVE THOUSAND FEET IN THE AIR. And so the balloon floated on over the cultivated lands of Jersey. At 5.15 the balloon was 5,000 feet high. Then it took a sudden fall, as the sun went behind a cloud, and popped up again as a little ballast was thrown out. What a sense of quietness and peace it was, away up there. Hardly a sound could be heard. The faint puffing of au engine away to right, an occasional, bird call from the trees; the almost indistinct cackling of the barn-ya-d fowl — that was all. All the rumbling noises of the city were left- far behind: This was a new world as yet unexplored ex cept by the few. Mists hung about on all sides. ' Dark clouds were gathering oft to the left. . They foreboded no good. Itwass.4swhenalowgrumblingroarinthe distance caused all ears to quicken. _ " It's a wagon going over a bridge," said the Profesor. "No, I'm wrong" he added a moment later; "It's thunder." A little village was near by and the passing balloon caused a commotion, Far off to the left the gathering clouds were causing a differ ent kind of commotion. There was a heavy storm brewing. The question was how long would it hold off, and where could the balloon make a landing? At 6 o'clock the village of \tco was just beneath. A train drew'iip'to the depot and the engine saluted. Then the sun disappeared, the "" chill of the coming storm was felt, and in a moment the balloon had fallen to within a few hundred feet of the earth. There was nothing ahead but the forest. It was a gloomy outlook. Sharp eyes searched for a favourable spot. A landing must be made 'or the thunder-storm braved" imthe skies. There was no telling where the balloon would Wind, up should she get in the centre of the storm. RACING WITH A STORM. The balloon kept on falling until the drag-rope whipped along through the tops of the trees, only about 150 feet below. To the left a clearing was discovered with a farmhouse upon it. Strong and loud calls for aid brought ready responses. "Head us off! Catch the dragrope !" shouted the captain of the air-ship, 'but the dragrope whipped merrily along over the trees skirting the clearing and defied capture. Matters were coming to a crisis. The shadow of the coming storm upon the trees in the distance was black as night. The Professor sat with the neck of a bag of ballast in his hands as the balloon sailed over a swamp covered with tall cedars. It would be impossible to land here. The water was neck deep. The balloon would have thrashed itself to pieces in short order. Down went the air vessel as if to re connoitre. A cold current struck her. It was the advance guaid of the storm. With the swiftness of an express train the great gas bag flew along. "Lookout! Brace yourself well!" sang out the Professor, as it became evident that the balloon would strike/ The shock came and the basket rushed through the tree tops and then bounded up again. Down she came again and dashed in among the cedars as if trying to level them. A little more sand was thrown out and the basket cleared the trees and in a moment more the dangerous swamp had been cleared. It was high time. The storm was almost upon the balloon. . "Now, look out for yourselves!" and the Professor threw over the anchor as the gas-bag floated over a dry spot covered with bushes and small trees. "We must come down here, and I'll explode the balloon if necessary." The anchor caught and held, and the balloon careened over and went up above the trees. The valve was opened and the gas rushed out. ■ But only half fast enough. The wind increased and the balloon tugged to get free. The Professor seized the collapsing cord. In an instant the balloon was rent from top to bottom. Out went the gas with a rush, and down came the balloon. It fell over some high bushes in the form of a tent. Then the rain descended in torrents, and there, in the midst of a Jersey forest aud in the midst of a little tornado, the voyage of the Comet was ended. She had been in the air , an hour and a half. The rain stopped and the mosquitoes came. A tramp of an hour through swamps and wet bushes and help was found. A ■ waggon took the air voyagers threo or four : miles to Atco, and the city was reached at 1 . o'clock this morning. — "Philadelphia Times."

Major Throckmorton's Shadow

A WOMAN SILENTLY FOLLOWS FOR TWENTY-THREE YEARS THE MAN WHO HAD WRONGED HER. Lour.* ville, July 7.— To-day came news of the death, in Mississippi, of Major John It. Throckmorton, of Louisville, a man of leisure ano! of style, a bachelor of 65, a famous beau s>i a quarter of a century ago, and the lover of the beautiful Sallie Watt, at the time when the bewitching Southern girl captured the son of the Puritan Gov. Lawrence of Massachusetts. When the yonng bride went to her New England home, Throckmorton followed. It is as serted that jealously of Throckmorton, which Mrs Lawrence was too proud to resent by explanation, was in reality the cause which led to the separation of Lawrence and his wife. Sallie Ward came back to her father's house, and a divorce was granted Lawrence on the ground of desertion. The lady gave no explanation. Throckmorton still hovered around devo tedly, but was not rewarded by the lady s hand. She married Doctor Hunt, and after his death became the wife of a wealthy pork man named Arm strong. When this gentleman died, it was rumoured that at last Major Throckmorton was to be blessed for his lifetime devotion, but the handsome widow drives about in the finest private, turnout the city affords, aud has paid no more attention to the ad dresses of the Major than in the days of her girlhood. The beauty of the Kentucky belle, Sallie Ward, made her fame world wide, and the persistency with which the Major followed her gave him a certain interest in the eyes of the multitude, but it was another woman that held him up to the gaze of mankind, a woman who shadowed him more constantly than he haunted the path of,the famous belle. Throckmorton was' a pleasing and frivolous man of the world when he first met the school girl, Ellen Godwin. He was about 30 years of age ; she was 15. Her family was at least the equal of his, and toan older sister he bad been paying attention. The girl was impulsive, in teresting, and innocent. He deliberately set to work to, feign love and to gain her heart. Having gained it, he threw it -aside without concern and went his way. Soon after a veiled figure appeared on the streets of Louisville—a girlish form that moved silently after the man wherever he, went. She never spoke to" Rim," neither' upbraided nor reviled. When he entered the hotel she stood at the door ; when he emerged from his club house she was at his side, phantom-like. He jocularly spoke of her to his friends as his " Hell's Delight." Ten years passed. Her old friends decided her crazy for keeping the thing up. Fifteen years rolled around, the police knew her, they watched her faithfully, as some harmless, demented tiling, and passed her from beat to beat, as she ploughed her way homeward in the wee sma'liours of the stormy night. No human ever offered her harm or insult, although she often stood all night before the places where hor guilty lover was hidden. Twenty years were gone; old friends had died—father, mother, ' schoolmates. Her hair had thinned and whitened; her form stooped; a cough sounded hollowly on the air ; her step was more feeble; yet none the less it tracked a portly, gray haired, fashionably attired man from mansion to mansion on New Year's Day, from theatre and club-room, night after night. .: Twenty-three years passed. Even the little children grew to know the plain, shabby, black-robed woman, and tiny fingers pointed at .Throckmorton's ghost. Young girls looked wonderingly after her as she passed them silently. Wives sighed or smiled pityingly —they wore so secure and sheltered - when her garments brushed their own. Mothers grasped their girls more closely— suppose .this woman's wrong should be the fate of their sweet daughters in the days to come. So, for twenty-three years, tlie phantom, silent, certain, dogged the' betrayer's steps. At last friends of ids had her arrested as a lunatic, and, through their misguided precaution, the man and woman were brought face to,face in the court-room at Louisville. . Then it was that all the city woke up to the knowledge that this womaii was neither crazy nor a fool. Her language was eloquent, her manlier refined, Iter face firm. '.The whole sad story of her life was told—her vow to follow him until the hour of retribution, her per sistent watching, her silence and revenge. Before the woman he had wronged Throck morton quailed, and his bravado was not equal to the cross-questioning to which he was exposed. At last, one evening as I was walking along Jefferson-street, near the Court House, a great shout ascended; cheer after cheer went up. The old Court House rang with applause. Men threw up their hats. Ellen Godwin was acquitted, and Throckmorton's ghost was laid, for the woman, having brought him to the bar and having told the story of his perfidy, said that her work was done, and she would haunt him no more. Throckmorton, conscious of his guilt, had refrained from arresting her, greatly as she annoyed him, during all the twenty-three years, and the story would have been un told, and she would have lived and died, regarded by the present generation as a monomaniac, had not the gallant Major's friends interposed their well-meaning blun der. There never was a trial in the city that equalled this hi interest. At its close the entire room was filled with shouts, which those outside took up, until the whole city rang with the news of the vindica tion. The jurors crowded around and shook hands with the accused, and persons who for years had passed her .without re cognition asked pardon of their old friend. After the trial, my friends tell me that Ellen Goodwin never in any way -noticed or spoke of MajorThrockniorton.' A time spent in retirement, and then the desire seemed to awaken in this blighted heart to know and feel some of the happy things of-life, from which she had debarred herself. Her shabby black Was laid aside; plain clothing, but the richest, took its place; study, brfoks, and music filled the days. One day the guests at the Gait House, saw an elegantly dresssed lady enter the dining room with Mrs Gen. Preston. This beauti ful lady paid her friend every attention, and poor Ellen Godwin awakened wonder afresh, by her ease in the new position. She boarded some time at the Gait House, and then travelled for awhile. But the purpose that had kept her up so long was now lacking, and she sank gradually from earth until, a few years after her arraign ment, she quietly passed away. ; ;, It has been a mystery how she kept track of Throckmorton on his frequent tours. Some persons say she . possessed clairvoyant power, or could read the mind of her lover ; others supposed that the Major's body servant, who always accom panied him, gave the information. I am told that in her last days she regretted hav ing neglected the beauty of the body for so long. It was her desite that at death she should be handsomely robed. The. directions for her funeral were left wi'ch her lawyers, and she went to her last sleep dressed like a queen, in a black velvet burial robe, with rich laces, silken, hose, and dainty slippers.—"CincinnaUi Com- I mercial.'' '■.;,' ; , >

STAR. SATURDAY SUPPLEMENT, OCTOBER, 15/1881.

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Fo"g thinks the potter's definition ■of " biscuit" —" earthenware or porcelain after it has been hardened by the fire" — de scribes Mrs Fogg's productions perfectly.



IT>EMO VA I, NOTICE MADAME BOTTENELLI Has removed to VINCENT STHEET (four Cook-strcot), where she will continue to take orders for Dresses, etc., as heretofore. MR S. ROUNT RE E, MILLINER AND STRAW WORKER, VVELLESLEY STREET, AUCKLAND, Has just oi'EKKD a nice Assortment of Hats, Flowors, Feathers, Trimmings, etc., etc., SUIT-ABU! FOR KirE SEASON. Hats Cleaned, Dyed and Altered to any Shape required. Feathers Curled and Dyed. AH Orders for Millinery, etc., promptly attended to.- With tho aid of machinery for pressing Hats Mrs. It, ia enabled to undertake any orders that may be entrusted tohercure. H"~ RAP TO. N,-/. . Basket .& Pera^bvbator Makkb, Junction of Queen and Groy Streets. Large Stock ov Fancy Ba9kisis always'on' Hand. Discount to Wholesale Dealers. T^R APERY, MILLINEKY, &'LADIES JLJaND CHILDREN'S UNDERCLOTHING. H. FOUNTAIN, PoNsoNur RbA»; is now ottering f the above at lowest town? pricks fok cash, and respectfully solicfts a continuanco of the patronage of his numerous customers. H& J. B I N S T £ AD, . WHOLESALE & RETAIL BUTCHERS- Victoria Stobkt West, Auckland-. Families waited on for orders. Shipping sapl plied. Corned Beef in any Quantity. ANT" E D KNOW G. HAZELL, Fruitekeh, Upper Symonds Street, Has added to his Fruit Business that of Gr and Oilmon's Stores. His Teas will be found of tho choicest assort^ ments. Has also a larjje assortment o£ ' Jams, Preserves, Spices,etc., etc., AT TIIK I.OWKST TOWN PRICES FOR CASH. n 7 garni.ek,, , Manufacturing Jeweller, ■ ■• • DEALER IN CURIOS Albert Strkkt (near Star Hotel), Auckland; All kinds of Curios—Ornamental Kauri Gum,. Wholesale and Retail; Shells of every descrip tion mounted at moderate charges. An Early trial is Respectfully Solicited Repairs of every description. ; On Parlo Francois. WS' - E X V ICE: . (Near Mr. tambourn's)' KARANGAHAPE ROAD, In thanking the Wholesale Houses, Manufac turers, and Dressmakers for thepatronage he has received in Frillings and Kiltings, wishes to inform them that lie now makes Fancy Boxks, Orders for which will be,promptly attended to. JOHN MAXWELL, shipping & family butcher, Drake Street, Freeman's Bay, Auckland. Poultry of all kinds dressed to order. Pickled Ox, and Sheep Tongues. Home-cured Bacon, and Hams. Corned Beef on sale in kegs-and tierces; quality guaranteed.. Familea waited, on for orders in city and suburbs* The best quality only kept. OYMONDS STREET MEAT DEPOT. ENOCH WOOD, Family Butcher. Meat delivered at Mount Albert, Epsom,. Mount Eden, Carltjn Grove, Lower Symonds Street, Newton, and. Eden Terrace. First-class quality; reasonable prices, ' ~ Cash customers liberally treated. Inspection InVitkd. ' M; C X E 0 \V if . , Bakkr, Confectioner, and Biscuit Bakjee, . SHIPPING GR 0 C.E R, ETC Imperial Bakery, Quee?> Stkeet Wharf. Town and Country Orders promptly attended, to. LO OK H E R E ! Corru'gatkd Tanks, cheap, and always on hand. E. TUDEHOPE, UPPER QUEEN STREET, AUCKLAND, Gastitter, Plumber, Bellhangor, Coppersmjth, and Zinc Worker. I for. Cold, and Showkr Baths. Gas Fittings IN EVKKY VARIETY. V Work Done in the best style. r iVh c sta* bake ry. . JAMES FEItGUSON, , . Corner of Durham and Chapel Streets,. Brkad and Small Goods Baker. SST Orders promptly attended to. TS&.1 WANTED KNOWN THAT H. WATT, GENERAL DKALEB, Grey Street, , Has always on hand a Large and Varied Stock of all kinds of Household Requisites at the lowest Ca9h Prices. NowSelUng Cheap, 170 Volumes of Assorted; BOOKS. Good Salt Butter, 8d per lb. ; „ >, by the keg, 6d per lb. J" 5 -^ . TAiLOR, IVULCAN LANE, AUCKLAND, Has just received Nkw Spring Goods, consist- ing of the Newest Patterns of best Mosgiel, Chipping Norton, Scotch Tweeds, Fancy Coat ings, and West of England Broad Cloths, etc. Inspection and Trial invited. HE AUCKLAND GAS COMPANY, Limited, purveyors of light, heat, & power. Gas fittings, Gas Apparatus, and Gas Engines in Stock. FORT-STREET. AUCKLAND. A TRUE. STATEMENT. By going to r WALTER BAYNE, ' Kyber Pass General Furnishing Store You can have Furniture; Hardware* and a General Assortment of Useful Articles at and below Town Prices. Funerals con ducted on moderate charges. Caskets of all sizes kept in Stock. Prompt attention given to all Orders. ' BC Pv O C X E R , . BOOT AND SHOE MAKER, 64, Victoria Street. All kinds of Ladies' and Gentlemen's Boots Made to'order of the best quality. Town and Country Orders promptly executed.