Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, September 30, 1888, Page 15

as Others Ask for Inferior Goods. Don’t Fail to Examine the Large and Elegant Variety of Imported and /Embracing all the Novelties of the Season of '88 and '89, which will be sold at prices within the NONE BUT SKILLED A Petition For Ral " James W. Riloy. #180urious-like ! says the tree toad, “Pye twittered for rain all day, And 1 got up soon ‘And I hollered till noon, But the sun just blazed away Mgl 1 just climbed in a crawiish holo, Weary at heart and sick at soul “Dozed away for an hour, And tuckled the thing aging ‘And 1 sung, and sung, L1 kuowed my lung Vs Jost about give in g B o i T if t don't rain now, There's nothin’ in singin’, anyhow “0Once in awhile some farmer Would come a drivin’ past, And he'd hear my cry And ston an’ sigh, Till 1 jest laid back at last, And hollered rain till I thought my throat ‘Would bust right open at every note! ‘“But I tetched her! Oh, T fetc 'Case a little while ago, As 1 kind o' set ‘With one And a sin A voice dropped down on my fevered bram, ¥ Saym’, ‘If yow'll just hush, I'll rain! fbdnirl o s e THE MAY BUG. THE STORY OF ITS CAPTURE. n tho French of J. H. Rosny in ue De Paris I3t De Saint-Peters- Bou A burst of shrill laughter rang through the court-yard. A girl’s face looked from the barred window of a cell. It was a heautiful face—set in a glory of golden hair—the parted lips werelike tho petals of o young rose! But the laughter was the wild,terrible laughter of the mad. *I have it?” she screamed, exultantly. “What?” asked the keeper. The keeper was made of gross mate- rial. He had a loose skin, full of large, dirty pores like an old sponge—a thick, brutal nose, pierced by narrow nostrils and a wide mouth—red-lipped and cruel. His eyes were small, hard, brilliant and singularly opaque. They looked like little bits of blue china. The girl’s eyes were blue also, but with the tender blue of torquoise, yet full of clear, liquid, changing lights like the sap- phire. She was pale, delicate, exquis- ite! A beautiful casket bereft of its precious treasure—the mind. “What?" asked the keeper. “The May Bug!” The keeper grinned and winked his blue china eyes. He had heard before of this May Bug—a chimerical insect which troubled him little. He was not & bad man—taking him altogether—a rifle over-fond of turning the cold shower on the poor wretches intrusted to his tender care—not averse to using a stout leather strap in the interest and welfare of the more refractory—and he often exercised a little judicious econ- omy at their expense, in “setting before his family the bread intended for his rth‘uts. Not a nerve lodged amidst he bone and brawn of his gigan- tic body! The most frantic struggles of the maniacs filled him with amusement. The most furious ravings brought a smile to his great lips. Oh! He was wery good natured! ¢ upproached the window. ‘‘Where f8 it?” he asked, curiosly and idly. “It is here! here!” cried the girl, full of excitement. And she pointed to a Bole 1n tho wall of her cell. A hole in the wall! The excellent keeper was annoyed. He frowned blackly, He entered the cell and struck the woman on the face. “*See that thou makest no more holes {n the wall!” he said roughly. She trembled violently. Her eyes darted strange lights but she said noth- ing. She did not even cry out, although % -the blow was a cruel one. She only watched, with jealous, angry eyes, as the keeper thrust three fingers into the bole. There was no insect there. He hed her! shet, in’ soft and low, Fr the A EMPLOYED BY US, | WINTER WILL: SO0N BE HERE. BY MAKING YOUR SELECFT-_IONS FOR WINTER WEAR IN SUITS AND OVERCOATS Domestic Woolens, Just Received. OMAHA WORKMEN reach of all. AMERICAN TAILORS, - 1411 Farnam St., Paxton Hotel Building. STYLE, FIT and FINISH SURPASSED BY Our Word i Our Bond and Those Who Buy Our Goods Once Become Permanent Customers. stood ruminating a moment, after the manner of beasts. Presently he began slowly to scratch his head. The woman made a sudden movement toward him. “Give it to me!” she cried impe tively., “Tt is mine! I will have You shall not put it in your head! it to me! Give it tome ! 1" “Hush, fool!” he snid. and he raised is hand threateningly. She cowered y from him_and crouching in the v of the cell, bogan to ery bitterly, wiping her eyes, now and then ona strand of the lor ow hair that lay on her shoulde As the keeper oponed the door to go out o ray of sun- light fell on his rough hair which ed thickly over his temples. The girl bounded suddenly after him like a tiger. “It is there!” “Ah! the pretty it!"” for the man it! © sho shrieked, shrilly. ¢ thing! Do not crush his hand invol- wrily to the spot she indicated with her outstretched fingers; then, recol- lecting himself, he turned on her fierce- ly, and advancing deliberately, as she retreated from him, until he had driven her again to her corner, he stood a moment quelling her with the cold power of his ey It was an instu silent struggle! The force of reas prevailed. She sank shuddering—con- quered—in the angle of the smooth stone wall. “Good!” he said, grufily. “And no more of holes in the wall. Dost thou hear? T shall look to-morrow and see if the hole grows larger in the night. To-morrow—aye! and again the next day and the next!” He thrust his ugly face down to hers. She shivered and shrank nearer the wall. *‘Good!” he said again. His tone was fatherly. It was pleasant to him to see his power. Ah! they feared him—these poor, help- less, hopeless, miserable creatures. He left the cell, turning his face toward her as he closed the door. At last, trembling ray from the setting sun died on the matted hair above his left temple. A tremor shook the delicate body huddled in the corner. More than two hours passed, and still the girl crouched there. Her little white fingers worked nervously. Her eyes were never still. Her brow was drawn in deep, painful lines, as though the poor disord- ered brain beneath made some great piysical effort to form thought. Andso the darkness fell. With morning came the keeper. “Is there ahole in the wall?” He laughed ' maliciously., *'Then we can have no bread to day,” and the excellent man ed on well satisfied. Had he not inflicted punishment when punish- ment was due? And, moreover, his fam- ily lived on the bread which cost him nothing. June passed and July—long summer days when the sun lay in the court-yard and there was always a warm corner in cell No. 80, where the beautiful insane girl was kept. The keeper liked to go there and lounge in the afternoons. She was afraid of him, and he found her ter- ror diverting. It pleased him to see her starding with downcast eyes sending out those strange gleams fromunder the deep-fringed lids—with heaving breast from which the breath labored heav- ily—with trembling fingers locked so tightly together that the little nails grew white with the cruel pressure. It was a tribute to his power. A more ob- servant person might have seen some- thing here to suspect—might have an- alyzed this fear and found in it a trace of danger—might have declared this at- titude to be that of a person detected—or in fear of detection—in wrongdoing. But the keeper, good man, was not one to analyze. He examined all the cells daily. It may be that his examination was sometimes clumsy. But why should he suspect this child? Or suspecting, why should he fear her? A slender, white-faced, cowering thing who could only pick a hole in the wall to hunt for an imaginary May Bug! A poor, weak imbecile creature who shook at the sound of his voice! The keeper would have called your analyst a fool for his pains! There were times when the girl did not shrink from hiu but, instead, greeted him with her charming, child- ish smile. Then, were he in agood hu- mor, he would talk with her. 'Truly a strange duet, this, between the man without intelleet and the woman without n. An interesting study of chiaro- o, where the ideal subtlety of the keeper. Often his rough voice, like the bellowing of a bull, frightened her, but she listened to him with her adorable smile, and only when he turned his eyes away did that strange exproession 1 into her face, the greedy, jealous light burn in the s which, stealthily, she raised to the ragged clumps of hair which lay upon his temples. Once he surprised the glance. He laughed loudly, derisively. He had not alto- gether forgotten the May Bug. “‘Aha!” he laughed, ‘‘dost seek thy treasure? Oh! oh! the fool! the idiot! the lunatic! Oh! I have it! Here" tap- ping his forechead suggestively, and blinking his blue, china cyes, *here! I keep it safely! " The girl made a sudden, uncontrolla- ble movement as if she would spring upon him, and the strange look deep- ened in her eyos—the look of passionats desire now mingled with rage and hatred of the man who kept from he what she coveted. The keeper was e chanted at the success of his pleasan Still laughing, he rose, stretched his leg comfortably,and lounged over to the window. Outside the court lay flooded in the sunlight, a gray fowl minced across the flagging, pecking at the tufts of grass which forced themselves be- tween the stones of the walk. The flowers in the square garden-plot in the center of the court gave up their sweet- ness languidly to the caresses of the warm air. The keeper gazed stolidly through the grating. His hard little eyes rested unblinkingly on a great metal ball on which the dazzling sun- light sported bravely. Softly she came—softly,lightly! With cheeks aflame with the strength of her desire! With gleaming sapphire eyes! With quivering nostrils and parted lips through which the breath fluttered tremulously! Softly she came, with her lithe young body swaying, and her lit- tle, trembling hands before her! In an instant her dainty fingers had twisted themselves in the man’s rough hair, jerked the great head backwara,and be- gan a furious scratching in the grizzled mop over the left temple. The keepor flung himself around with an impreca- tion and sent the woman spinning against the wall. “Insolence!” he roared, rushing up- on her. *‘Dost thou dare, indeed? In the name of Reason—of which thou knowest naught—take this—and this!” He struck her a crushing blow with his clinched fist. She smothered a cr; and crouched, still with dangerous loo! in her eyes—crouched as if to spring at his great brutal throat. ‘‘Have a care!” he muttered, threat- eningly, rushing u‘;on her again. Slow- ly her expression changed. The corners of her pretty mouth trembled. She put out one fist faintly. Then with more assurance, and moving gently forward, she looked up, shyly, into his scowling face as one who would implove for- giveness. It was the keeper. How ready she was to confess his power! How eager to sue his pardon! e was mollified. *There!” said he, *‘no more of thy stupid tricks, fool!” And he went away. he summer waned. No. 80 seemed dull and sober. She slept little, grew weak and thin, and, from out the pallor of her face, her great blue eyes shone unnaturally. She was silent for lon hours at a time. She no longer talke of the lost May Bug. She looked like a student who seeks to solve great prob- lems, and who loses his health and strength in long vigils. She left her bed at night and strange sounds were heard in her cell. ‘‘She sleeps too warm, perhaps,” said the keeper; “‘give her u cooling show- er!” And this merry fellow bade them hold her under the icy douche until she fell, chilled and exhausted, to the ground. This occurred twice. After that there were no more nocturnal dis- turbance The keeper chuckled, *I know their s," said he. The girl ne very quiet and cir- cumspect. She began to manifest inte est in objects about her. She was strangely observant, and occupied her- sell for hours in examining the scanty appointment of her cell. Once the keeper fancied ho saw her fumbling with the bars of her grated window. He went in and examined the pl She watched him with stealthy eyes. ‘When he turned she spoke to him pleasantly. She was always gay with him now. The brave man never de- tected a false note in the clear, crystal this episode, howev prudent and gave no cause for suspicion. She was thoughtful—oh! very thought- ful at times—preoccupied but patient, good-tempered and obedient. Soon she begran to talk rationally, and answered all questions with sense and judgment. One day, in the late fall, the keeper summoned the doctor. “If Monsieur, the Doctor would call and see No. 30, who seems quite recov- ered?” Monsieur the *Doctor called. But Monsieur the Doctor was, as it hap- ened, an old and skillful practitioner, who for many years had studied every form of insanity under the light of his own interests. lemi'-ur the Doctor had no intention of speedily ridding thehsy- lum of any patient who materially in- creased his income. “H’m!” said the doctor, “wait a while longer! It is best to be prudent!” “The girl is harmless?” “Perfoctly so!” *‘She can be given a little liberty?” **Assuredly, yes! She is quite harm- less!” and the worthy physician smiled and rubbed his hands softly together, and, thinking of the clear, quiet eyes which met his own so steadily, the cool hand which restly obediently in his, the girl’s normal, composed manner, repeated to himself, “‘Oh, certainly! Quite harmless!” It was after this that the keeper made himself easy. The examination of cell No. 30 was no longer considered neces- sary. No. 30 herself grew paler and ate but little. This could scarcely be said to distress the keeper, whose family rofitted thereby. Winter came, and rom her grated window the poor young creature watched the year grow grey. A few withered leaves fluttered in through the casement and she treasured them—poor dead things! They were redolent of the free life beyond cruel bars. The swallows in the court-yard complained shrilly of hunger, and be- neath the eaves they huddled, pluming themselves and giving piteous little cries. She would have liked to have fed them, but the family of the keeper could use even the crumbs, and, harsh- ly, he forbade her to waste good bread. She was now very thin and her eyes were brilliant with fever—that consum- ing mental fever which burns in the eyes of all great toilers who funcy the, see near them the desired end for which they have striven long and patiently. Now came the long winter nights, when the white moonlight lay on the floor of the cell. The girl hated the moon. It was a great Eye, she thought, Calm, impartial, all-seeing, why did it watch and watch, and wait and wait,the night through to see what she would do? And it was so cold—ah! so cold! And she turned her buck to the window and crept to her bed, drawing the covers up over her head to shut out the hateful Eye. And at last it went away, and there were long dark hours when its silver face was hidden, and at last she could move stealthily about her cell at night, could go on, silently and swiftly, with the great work she had been plan- ning, without feeling continually spying upon her the cold stare of this myster- ious enemy. By this time she had won the entire confidence of the keepor. She was so patient and docile. A more patient than this good man guessed, and more caatious, too, and more furtiv And; at last, it happened on a cold, black night when the heavens were overeast by threatening clouds, and all arth’s ereatures sought shelier from the bitter touch of Winter's hand, a light figure crept between the loosened bars of a cell window and dropped noise- lessly to the ground. Swift and straight it took its way across the court, never swerving, never hesitating in spite of the impenetrable darkness; for in the slow elaboration of this mighty idea, all had been calculated—recalculated—with the triple paticnce which comes of mad- ness, of solitude and of imprisonment. Veiled in the darkness, No. 80 took her silent way past the square garden-plot, She moved with the noiselessness and the certainty of a cat, She never stopped, but us she moved rapidly she lifted her face to the free night air asif she loved it and had longed for it. Her face was like o moonbeam against the s of the night. Its peculiar pal- lor scemed to radiate a faint, unearthly light. Almost as if she were conscious of this, she bent her head and quickly covered her face with her long hair She passed on in the shadow of the asy- lum walls and paused before the keep- er’s quarters. Here there was a small door. Well she knew it! Long and patiently had she waited to hear from some one through which door she must pass to accomplish her grand purpose. She stood here listening for an instant, then thrust into the keyhole something she held tightly in her hand. Thero was afaint clicking sound—then a sharp squeak, which might have been made by a mouse, and a little vectangle of darkness opened before her. Silence! The clouds gathered thickly over the mournful walls of the asylum.” A wild night-wind sobbed in the gaunt arms of the leafless trees in the court-yard. A single star trembled for an instant in the black mass of moving clouds and was gone. Suddenly a woman’s sharp ery smote the night air. It seemed to come from he keeper’s quarters, but one could y tell whence it began, for it was instantly caught up by the startled creatures in the asylum” and passed on from one to another with varying and terrible modulations of fear, of anger,of insensate joy! The nixht w22 soon hid- eous with their cries! The panic s*)rez\d! From every cell came curses, shrieks, groans, wailings and sobbings; the sickening sound of human bodies beating against the invincible bars whieh held the captive; despairing cries mingled with snatches of obscene song. The sonorous voice of some frenzied orator delivering his theories; the heartbreaking prayers of maniacs beg- ging to be delivered from imaginary tortures, all the horrors of the bestial scene, indescribable asit 1s awful, enac- ted in these living hells where men and women live the lives of caged brutes, lnrslukan by Reason, and, seemingly, by God. The Joors opened, and the director of the asylum made his appearanance among the keepers. His face was pale. This was unusually bad, he thought, even for the violent wards. Awakened from a deep sleep by the horrible up- roar, he had feared a general riot among the patients. Suddenly a woman ap- peared at the end of the passage. She was in her night robe. She held a can- dle in her hand, and two children clung to her skirts. ‘‘Here! Monsieur the Director! Here! And oh! come quickly!” The director moved toward her. keepor, recognized the wife of the Desambre. **Well?” he questioned briefly. The woman began a mournful litany, broken by fitful sobbing. Alas! She could hardly tell! She had been sleep- ing! There had been something—she knew not what! Her husband had bounded up in the bed, had given a heayy groan, had fallen back on his pil- low! Then a dark thing had sprung from the bed right by her side, glided across the room down the stairs, per- haps—who knows? She had been un- able to rouse her good man! Would not eur the Director come to him? Alas! Andagain—alas! e director followed the woman to a room in the keeper’s quartors. On the bed lay the body of the man Desambre. The face was hideous. The eyes squinted horribly. The mouth was oven. The teeth had closed upon the tongue. ‘*Alas! Alas!” wailed the woman. The director examined the body. A small brad had been driven through the left temple, obliquely into the skull. There was no blood. The clumps of grizzled hair nearly concealed the wound. The nail was a slender thing, without a head, but it had been driven home with deadly force. A finescratch extended to the eyebrow. It looked as if something had been picked from the wound and drawn sharply across the knotty forehead. **The man is dead—quite dead,” said the director, gravely. He left the woman howling over the corpse, and notified the keeper. **We will make the rounds ately.” The procession of lights moving up and down the corridors was a grand fes- tival for the maniacs. They had grown quieter under the forcible measures employed by the keepers, and now they gave fierce cries of pleasure. Only a few were enraged, and a few were sullen. Number 30 was asleep. The director bent over her bed with the lamp in his hand. The light awakened her. She rubbed her eyes with one little hand. Then she smiled her adorable smile. The beautiful eyes were clear and serene— herface was joyous. She pushed back her lorious hair and raised herself a little rom the pillow. Then she held out the other hand. It was tightly closed, as if something of great value. Slowly she oxtended the fingers that the director might see what she held. The little pink palm was empty. But she saw something there. She was quite sat- isfied. *‘I have it,” she whispered, triumph- antly. The director patted ner hand kindly. ““You are dreaming!”’ He gave a cursory glance at the grat- ing as he passed. He touched the bars at the window. ‘‘Nothing wrong here,” said this wiso and experienced man. ‘“The girl has slept well.” immedi- e OONNUBIALITIES, Augusta, Ga., furnishes this one, who is an octogenarian. He made the bride—de- soribed as a beautiful woraan of about thirty —a wedding present of $00,000, Miss Cora Fudger of De Land, Fla., braved the dangers of disease and death by going to Jacksonville one day last week and marrying tho man of her choice—William Parsons. It is not stated whether she also paid the parson’s bill. A young man in Bartford, Pa., thought he would astonish his best girl with 'a display of erudition, and so wrote her a loving proposal in Volapuk. And the next day he was ar- rested and hauled up before the United States commissioner, charged with sending threatening, profane and blasphemous lot- ters through the mail, On the Greek island of Himia, no girl may marry till she can dive and bring up the sponge that is known to grow only in the deepest water, as 1t is not thought before He * that time she is prepared to support a faimly, N Upon Niarus the rule Is reversed— the girl savs or does nothing—and her father bestows her out of hand upon the diver who stays longest and brings mos sponges. 13. Roosev atos minist of New York to_the Netherlands wvately macried 1 London recently to Mrs. M. T. Fortescue, of New York. the bride is a Catholic and Mr. Roosevelt a Protestant, a special dispensation from the pope was obtained for the ceremony. The wedding took place in the Church of Our Lady of Victories, and the servico was pers formed by three clergymen. The bride woro a gray traveling d The only New Yorker present was Mrs. John Bigelow. Mr, and Mrs. Roosevelt went to The Hague, - where a large party of New Yorkers of Kuickerbocker stock are having a jolly time. The bride is a shining culinary and literary light in the Pot Luck club, of New York; the distinguished groom is a spectacled gons tleman (born as long ago as 15230),-who has literary tastes and a liking for out-door sports. One of the oddest honeymoons of the sums mer season was that of Captain Sewell of tho good ship Solitalre, which has just reached San Francisco after a pleasant pass- age around the Horn. According to the cire cumstances of this fresh and romantio story, as palpably dished up in the New Yorl World, Captain Sewell had been married shortly before sailing from New York, snd the vovago was his wedding journey, N ing would have gone wrong but for Second Tate Wright, who fell suddenly in love with the captain’s wife, mooned around the decks in her wake, and got to be so fond of hearing her voico that he eavesdropped under the captain’s cabin. Captain Sewell didn't knook him down with a belaying pin and thrash him, or even strike him to the deck with & handspiko, after the n{wrovud fashion of sea- going adventure. He simply olapj love-sick seaman in irons and sailed pesce- fully on his course, never doubting, as a loyal husband, that he woula be a poor. stick of a saitor indeed who woulda't admire his “‘missus.” e PEPPERMINT DROPS, A D and a K alone separate The dude and the duke of to-day; The two are alike in all other respeocts, Including their mental D K. The world is full of learned men Yol thoy harontt, Witk sl thole schalarehipy ‘et they haven't, with all thef Discovered a cure for warts. 4 There was a New Jersey mosquito Said las, I have nothing to uitot" So, although life was suite, He turned up his fuite, For he couldn't ride over Doath’s vaito. Saratoga is famous for spring water a# Niagara for fall water. L Advice to voters about to register: You can't use a brother-in-law. 2 If Canada is afraid of retallation, she should join the United Statos sud get in ous of the reign. The u%rkraut trunland the l:.dm of a gigantic beer monopoly will speedily. to desperate riots in Cincinnatl, “1¢'s & cold day whon T get left,” said the summer straw hat, as it uud«llés' up snugly in the dust on top of the wardrobe. General Greely’s articles in the mm on the fivn‘;:luwr‘ he }'nli‘“d met with are mu, more reliable than his daily advertisemen! of the stock he intends to have, . It costs $20,000,000 to run a campaign. 1f you see Belva Locl e traipsing around in an old bonnet next mer you'll know the reason why. 5 5 The emperor of China is preparing $8. up the earth with the nations who admit his subjects. He is looking out 3 for his queues than for his peace, thA u;lburbr:in Bofston poot has diseo g at the order of sequence in courtship is first to get on good terms with the girl; seo- ond, ;’”“‘ the dog, and third, with' parents. 3 A good many chaps who were maps and worrying about Stanloy u,fl mer are now looking through kots and worrying about their w laws of nature are inflexible. It _is the peculiar season of the, you build a fire in the grate to “take off,” and before it is fairly going » mugs moon of parboiled heat comes dows § - drives you to the ice chest for cool. Thoy had been looking think, George," sho said go in now; it is getting o quite yet, darling,” he whi ately; “‘the moon will be bel moment.” money B4 Cone, Real Estate orth JA Hospe, Piano dealer [Kueck, of Blime & Kueck, Printer H Brulins, German Minister v Krueger ESanborne, 2, 1715 St Mary's ave fHahn, Drugs 1814 St Mary’s uve Jacobson, lnsurarce 2,220 S 18th has been spent in tryin he made the Round Oak. derful stove is that no sooner ha 0 in 87, principally to take is hi | C H Furnace mes Duper, Bricklayer, 1508 Leayen-! W IT White, dealer in oils and gasoline ‘W Boehl, Acme Iron and Wire works A C Reed, Justice of the Peace, With- nel building John Shelby,Mulvihill & Shelby,Grocer J M Fornward,with Branch & Co, 2 Miss Murphy,with Heyman & Deiches l!urr{ Spauhunlg. 25 and Leavenworth,2 Fred Roce, Real estute DA omas, and Center rs K M Kean, 612 South 17th N Butler, with Omaha Bee Pub Co N Baboock, r Man't’g Co N Reynolds, Contractor T W Spaffard, Drugs 17th and Howard Mrs Burness A Rosenzweig, of City Steam Laundry Mrs Allice Page, 17th and Case nflng?d. South Omaha A M [} A A Because the price of hard coal has got so high that even the rich consider it to goal, that a base burner will with hard coal and with less than half the expense, : ] § son that hard coal has been considered the only practical or desirable fuel for heating purposes is because no practical or desirable sof toinvent a successful soft coal stove than any other stove ever mede. The inventor of the Round Oak was n h intellect told him what kind of a stove was required to make a successful soft coal burner. in the country was making an oak of some kind, butthe man : the peerless stove in the history of h elow | give the names of persons that are using them, to whom you can 3 it been introduced before every stove factor ) lselg' Patented all principals, consequently it cannot be duplicated by other factories, and stands to-da: '86, 11 e place of the base burners. « J M Colby, 8301 Maimi St. G H Mack, 518 South 16th McCambrige, Schroder bridge. olff, Editor of Danbrog. ul Peterson, 21st and Mason J N Gaynore, Dancing Academy Sam Shrigley, barber, 1721 St. Mary’s ave. A C Troupe, Attorney. . & McCam- J Baughman, Fidelity Oil Co. Mrs. Morton, 18th and Harney. M. H. Forecutt, 820 South 18th. N Eugle, 1819 N 16th: John Anderson, 838 S 234 P H Cary, Doran House. 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