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KNQCIKF8 -SPS: COLUMBUS, GEORGIA SUNDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 21, 1890.
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, n - 6 papor is to bo started in Carnes-
' '' t i,o interest of the Alliance.
t] o dairymen around Athens have
1 " 1 a pool, and advanced the price of
nts per gallon.
,t.-r county Wednesday, one negro
till,d'another in a dispute about a nickel.
K ,, county has yet surviving one
, r of the war of 1812—Mrs. Patrick
pOD=* ul
Daru^ 1 *
In Lumpkin Superior Court Martin L.
*n'l.as been convicted of the murder
, v - n F. Bearden, and sentenced to be
^ngod January 23.
1UI t'i Rosenthal has resigned his charge
f lbe .uiagogue at Augusta, and will re
turn '• N' w Vork. He will probably give
np t))( . iuiinstry and enter the profession
of ia*'.
The City Council of Newnan has passed
jn op.inai'ce prohibiting fireworks within
t)jt . ji;,. limits during Chrisimas week.
( .Ivlin F. Methvin, a prominent law-
r of >, Tioia, has moved with his family
to Anniston, Ala.
jl,e < 'edartown Standard has decided
ttat i: is able to liave a home of its own,
a „,i lias given out the contract for the
erection of a handsome building.
The administrators of the late L. B.
R.-ivis, of Albany, have been paid the
a i,nun'll of life insurance policy of the de
ceased, §10,000.
A Decatur county farmer made 1100
pounds ot tobacco on three acres this year,
hhieli he sold at do cents a pound. Other
fa.mers in the county have been quite suc-
c ,. ss fnl wiili tobacco, and still others will
tiy ii next yt ar.
'1 he Bainbridge Democrat says that fire
ilestiojed one of the double cabins on the
p„or house tarin, one mile from town,
V,, .in -day morning and consumed it, with
ah its contents, includiug oue colored pau
per there conliued.
A posse of Athens citizens is scouring
( aike county tor a negro brute who at
tempted to outrage the little five-year-old
daughter of Mr. W. S. Kelley Thursday
morning. If the brute is caught Judge
Lwicli will hold his court without unnec
essary ceremony or delay.
Among the model farmers of Schley is
Mr. Eli Stewart, of the northern part of
the county. Besides being even with the
world and having tiOO bushels of corn and
plenty of meat put away to last him next
year, he has a surplus of ten fine hogs to
kill and eighteen bales of botton laid aside
waiting for higher prices.
* 1 he will of the late Mrs. John P. King,
of Augusta, who died recently in Paris,
will be admitted to probate in January.
Alter a number of smaller legacies, the
main body of the estate is bequeathed in
three, equal parts to Mr. Henry B. King,
to t lie Marchioness of Anglesy, and to two
grand-daughters, Miss Louise and Miss
(trace Connelly. The estate will probably
exceed $500,OtiO.
The Farmers’ Alliance warehouse in
Athens seems to be in an embarrassed
condition, so far as payment for the prop
erty is concerned. The company still
owes §:!000, due. It. K. Reaves. The uew
warehouse lias bee,n paid for. Mr. Reaves’
money is now due, and lie insists on its
payment, refusing to extend the time
any longer, as he says he is in pressing
need of tiie money.
About §45,000 is needed to eomplete
the new Independent Preybyterian church
in Savannah, and it has been decided to
raii-e the amount by issuing bonds on the
church property. §80,000 has already
been spent on the building. Some of the
items of cost for which provision is yet to
be made are $2500 for the pulpit, §2500
for decoration, §0000 for an organ, §1000
for the bell and §200 for sodding and
planting grass.
The Fort Valley Leader says: “We
want Superintendent Porter to order
another census taken of Fort Valley. The
population his enumerators gave our town,
that w ill go down in the statistics is en
tirely too small. Since the census was
taken fifty-three babies have been born in
the corporate limits and at least 100 new
citizens liave moved in. We w T ant a re
el tint, else we put Superintendent Porter
on notice to add an increase of twenty per
eei t. to his published statistics. Fort
Valley is climbing up the statistical lad
der.'’
A Savannah special, dated Friday,
December 19, says: The Central railroad
directors met this morning and declared
the usual semi aunual dividend of 4 per
cent, payable on and after December 23.
This will be welcome news to the doubt
ing spirits w ho were afraid that they were
going to he deprived of the pleasure of
drawing part of their income from that
source this month. The payment of the
dividend will put $300,000 in circulation.
All the resident directors and H. T. In
man and Col. Phinizy were present at the
meeting. In addition to declaring the
dividend, considerable routine w T ork was
done. Gen. Alexander laughed when refer
ence was made to the rumors about his resig
nation. "When 1 arrived this morning
my attention was called to them,” said he,
“but tiiat was the first I knew about it.
1 haven’t either resigned or thought about
doing such a thing.” Gen. Alexander
laughed again when the reported sale of
the Middle Georgia and Atlantic road was
referaed to. “I hear that Col. Machen
has some connection with a road,” said
lie, ••hut that is about ail. There have
been no negotiations between him or any
other persons representing the projected
road and the Central. There has been no
sale and no efforts on the part of the Cen
tral to buy it.”
IN ALABAMA.
Sam ford Faulk, an aged citizen of Troy,
died a few days since from heart disease.
Greenville has just passed through a
serious tire. Several stores, with their
stocks, and about 700 bales of cotton were
destroyed.
Rev. B. D. Turner, who lives near Jack
sonville, is eighty-one years old, and has a
son only one year old.
At Riverside, on the Coosa, a company
has au option of §125,000 on some laud,
and a 100-ton furnace is talked of.
Miss Lillian Leslie, of Attalla, com
mences au equstriau lour of historic Sand
mountain next April.
Tallapoosa New Era: Mrs. Lizzie Col
well, of Childersburg, a few days ago
dropped a few drops of Thompson’s eye
water in her infant’s eyes, and they went
out immediately.
The congregation of Court Street Meth
odist church, Montgomery, presented the
retiring pastor, Rev. Dr. H. D, Moore,
with an elegant gold watch on Friday
night. Dr. Moore has been with the
church four years, and is greatly beloved
by his congregation. He was transferred
by the last conference to another field.
The Troy Enquirer propounds this con
undrum : Why do our City Fathers per
mit us to group in Egyptian darkness
these rainy nights? We need lights on
the streets, and nothing but carelessness
on the part of those whose duty it is to
look after things of this sort causes it.
Gentlemen, please do a little better in the
future.
The Troy Herald has the following:
Dr. P. H. Brown and family, who recently
moved from this place to Columbus, re
turned So Troy last night, and will in
future reside here. The Doctor’s host of
friends in Troy and surrounding couutry
are glad to welcome him back.
What the Hayneville Citizen-Examiner
objects to about the reapportionment bill
is that it gives Wilcox a Senator all by
herself, while Lowndes, with more popu
lation, is put into a district with Autauga.
If any member of the General Assembly,
or any other man, says that paper, should
object to a reapportionment because Jef
ferson county got four additional Repre
sentatives and a Senator, he forgets him
self and the constitution; he is not an Ala
bamian, but a man whose spirit is hemmed
in by the narrow boundary of his own
neighborhood and “thinks the rustic
cackle of his village burg the murmur of
the world.”
This interesting item is clipped from the
Montgomery Journal: Daniel B. Fayer-
weather, of New York, who recently died,
leaving over §2,000,000 to different col
leges throughout the country, was at one
time a resident of Montgomery. Mr. J.
Kohn, the old and well-known shoe mer
chant on Dexter avenue, knew Mr. Fayer-
weather well, and after the millianaire’s
removal from this city to New York fre
quently vii-ited him in the latter city, and
Mr. Fayerweather always referred to
his residence in this city with the greatest
pleasure and interest. Mr. Kohn says that
it was early in the fifties when Mr. Fayer
weather located in Montgomery. He was
in partnership in the shoe business with
Mr. Sid Kirkland, the firm being Fayer
weather & Kirkland, and occupied the
store on Dexter avenue. He remained
here a year, and failing to prosper as he
thought he should, Mr. Fayerweather re
turned to New York, where he engaged in
the leather business, and prospered, soon
accumulating a fortune. He was a shoe
maker by trade. His estate at his death
was valued at several millions.
The Eufaula Times gives currency to
the following story: From parties up from
Abbeville yesterday and the night before
the Times is informed of a most horrible
and shocking patricide that was commit
ted about 2 o’clock on Tuesday mornin_
last on Mr. Kit Ward’s place, four miles
from Abbeville. It appears that Mr. Joe
Highsmith and his wife, who were living
on the Ward place, had had something of
a quarrel or trouble of some kind the night
before, the result of which was that the
husband had refused to sleep with his wife
that night, and had made himself a bed on
the floor before the fire. It seems also
that the trouble between the father and
mother had made a powerful im
pression upon the mind of their
fourteen-year-old son, Bland Highsmith.
He was greatly incensed toward his father,
and during the night, or about 2 o’clock
a. in., he secured an ordinary wood axe,
and while his father was sound asleep, he
dealt him one heavy blow ou the head,
that crushed the skull and produced
almost instant death. Bland, the boy pat
ricide, is said to be rather small for his
age, and to look at him no one would
dream of his attempting so horrible a crime
as he committed. It is not suspected that
the mother had anything to do with the
crime or in instigating her son to
the deed. Surely the little fellow is preco
cious beyond his years, or the trouble
between his parents rendered him almost
or quite insane for the time, and he did
not beforehand realize the enormity of the
deed he contemplated. As to what brought
on the trouble between the husband and
wife, it is said that Highsmith went home
Monday nigiit either drunk or under the
influence of liquor, and it may be that he
used threatening language to his wife,
which the son feared would be injurious
or fatal to his mother, and he determined
to prevent it, even to the extent of slayin.
his father.
TIIE CATTLE RANCHES OF TEXAS.
A GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF ALICE’S EX
PER1ENCES.
Buena Ventura Ranche, Crocket
County, Texas, December 1(3.—[Special.]—
This is a cattle rauche in a country where
sheep ranches are the rule. It is a beau
tiful country, partly high, level plains and
partly roiling prairie, broken by low, flat-
topped hills and ridges into hundreds of
draws, hollows or valleys. The land is
fertile, mostly; the varieties of mesquite
grass grow rich and plenteous; the climate
is mild and delightful, northers infrequent
and of modified ferocity, but the great de
sideratum is water.
Runuing water of any sort there is
none, except during and immediately after
heavy rains. The water-courses are nine-
teuths of the time arroyos, dry beds or runs
and the lagunas or lake beds scattered
over the plains to the northeast of this
place are only dips in the prairies, where
the grass grows fresher a greater portion
of the year. For all these reasons this is
an ideal sheep range, especially desirable
to winter sheep on. They can find among
the hollows and draws shelter from a wind
from any direction—or directions—plenty
of long, rich mesquite grass, while the ab
sence ot water is no drawback, for sheep
drink very little or no water in winter any
how.
But this, as I said, is a cattle ranche.
The family consists of the ranchman and
his mother; the other members of the
household being the ranchman’s assistant
aud just now myself.
I have been “out on the range” with
Mr. Jackson every day since I got here. A
ranchman goes out ou the range—or rides
over the laud where the body of his cattle
run—to see if they are all right, if any are
hurt or sick, or molested by wild animals,
etc.
We each take a gun slung to the saddle
hook, one well trained hound aDd two
pups, “that ain’t old enough to have any
sense yet,” my host says, and are on the
lookout for deer, antelope, cat or panther.
The dogs go to start and trail cats, foxes
or panthers; so far we have seen only deer
aud the two senseless pups always rush in
yelpping just in time to drive the game
away.
lean never, somehow, receive the im
pression of the utter solitude of the coun
try-miles upon miles, leagues beyond
leagues of plains as level as a floor, or of
broad, winding valleys and draws, like
great ancient water courses, where prehis
toric man may have looked on noble
streams taking their way in stately majes
ty to the Rio Gran deleaving greenness and
life and music behind them, but now
thirsty, and silent, and soundless, save for
the occasional whirr of partridges, the
flight of a hawk, the silent bounding away
of a gray deer like the frightened deity of
the place, the rare call of plover or curlew,
or the clusters of cattle feeding by two’s
and three’s.
A. et, such bond slaves of habit are our
thoughts; such creatures of our long-time
surroundings and experiences, I can never
convince myself of the genuineness and
completeness of the solitude.
All is so soft, the slopes are so gentle,
with the slant sunlight smiling over them,
the occasional mesquite is so like a peach
tree, the live oak, a spreading old apple
tree, that I see in every heap of rocks or
irregular break in the horizon line a clus
ter of little houses; leafless twiggs are
spires; a colony of tall sotol stalks on a
bauk above a dry arroyo, looks a little
vineyard or a garden, beside a stream with
thrifty bean sticks; along the winding cat
tle trail (to me a little tame, domestic, ru
ral path), I look and look to see man or
boy coming, with a gun, maybe, and rab
bits, or a scythe over his shoulder; I hear
the whistle, a bark; I hear distant cow
bells, mellow voices of reapers, or mowers
or ploughmen, laughs and calls of hun
ters, the little treble cry of children play
ing a cackle, calls, duckings, hammerings,
all the suggestions and sounds, indistinct
and softened by distance, of rustic life—
and our m-arest neighbor, a sheep ranch
man, ten miles away! We lope ou and
on, we make detours, circle around the
foot of little hills and skirt low bluffs, the
favorite haunts of cat and panther; then
creep cautiously over divides, gallop boldly
out acro-s high plains,the feeding grounds
of deer and antelope. I look continually
for fence or other bar to our progress, but
there is none, none in any direction. It
is all space, unlimited, unhindered, like
an eternity or a universe; but still, for me,
just over the next divide around the next
turn, under the brow of the next queer
looking hill, always awaits the village or
hamlet, or nestles the farm house.
The solitude has in it nothing of deso
lation. It is such a fair, kind, inviting
land, so friendly, so humanized, so
gracious and familiar, that I can never
really know or feel our utter loneliness
and isolation; I can never convince my
fancy, my imagination of it, and it is still
with me as with Tennyson’s Princess Ida’s
lover, the dream is the real, and the real
but a dream.
We had been out all morning, some
days since, beef hunting—the ranchman,
the cowboy and myself; we had found a
fat., curly faced, muley yearling and driven
him home. He bolted, to my great de
light, just at the corral, and I was allowed
to help round him up again.
It was perfectly astounding to me the
way my chunky little pony, that I had
secretly thought lazy and sleepy all the
morning, conducted himself. The mo
ment the calf bolted Little Wilson—with
out so much as “by your leave”—was off
after him like a shot. The cowboy was
on the other side with his rope swinging
around his head. We headed him back
again and again, and every time he bolted.
If the cowboy had been on Little Wilson
he could have roped the calf readily, for
Little Wilson ran in close alongside over
and again, shook his head and snorted
with zeal, then sheared off, and when he
found there was no rope to make taut,
dashed up again. I felt sorry for him. It
seemed humiliating for such a business
little fellow to have to carry a clumsy ten
derfoot—a female one at that.
But we got the calf in the corral. I
steeled myself to look while my host,
dropped him in his traeks, with his nose
right at his forefeet; then we rode to the
house to get some dinner, Mr. Jackson ty
ing up our pouies with the remark that we
would go out and look for a cat or a pan
ther after dinner.
But while we were at the table a weary,
smoke-begrimed man rode up to tell us he
had let out the fire from his camp over on
side draw. He aud his partner had
been fighting it all morning alone, but
within my boses was chilled; my private
opinions were frappie; my very innermost
thoughts and secret convictions, even my
ulterior designs were congealed within me,
but what was to be done?
The fire was pretty well in hand, but
everybody was pretty well exhausted.
“If we don’t meet the fellows from over
on Howard soon after we get over the top
of the divide here, we ll be give out,” I
heard one say.
But hurrah! hurrah!! We met “the fel
lows from over on Howard” right on the
top of the divide!
They had cleaned everything np so far
and so had we. The fire was out and all
was well!
When “the Howard fellows” caught sight
of a riding habit they shied like ponies at
some hideous object. I am never wantonly
cruel or ruthless and would have turned off
a little to help them out, but Mr. Jackson
called out grimly, “Here Walker, here’s
Miss MacGowan.”
Poor Walker came reluctantly forward.
There was nothing but the name left of
the jaunty gallant I had met at so many
dances. The smoke and soot and burning
heat had done their deadly work. After
wards, when I reproached Mr. J. with his
cruelty, he grinned and said: “O, he
wanted to stampede, but I thought he
ought to come up and take his share along
with the rest of us.”
The fire was out; every man came and
got his horse. Mr. J. jumped upon his.
“Come! We’ll have to go like the very
devil,” said he, “we’re all wet with perspi
ration, and its cold.”
We went. We went at a dead run. My
frigid ideas began to thaw and circulate, my
heart leaped, my blood turned in my face
and tingled through all my veins. Long
before we reached the ranch house my
side ached and my head was dizzy.
But what false show, w’hat make-believe
could ever stir the blood like this living
reality? Alice MacGowan.
SOUTHERN NOTES IN NEW YORK.
REAL BARGAINS.
Useful and ornamental presents for all. A handsome Dress or a nice Wrapt
Look at our collection, no trouble, to find what von want, and the prices will more
than surprise you. We must raise the cash and this is the way we propose to do it.
WRAPS! WRAPS!!
$5.00 Wraps, now $3.50.
17 50 Wraps, now $4.50.
$8>0 Wnps, now $5.00.
$10.00 Wraps, now $7 oO.
$15.00 Plush Wrap, now $10.50.
DRESS GOODS.
For less than thev cost to manufacture.
$12.00 Dresses for $8.00.
tlO.Oi Dresses for $7.00.
$810 Dresses for $5.00.
$6.00 Dr&ses for $3.75.
Cheaper grades in proportion.
had found they were,losing ground and had
come for help. “If it gets through here
into Johnson your whole range is gone,”
said he.
We all got up very promptly; canteens
were filled with water, old coats and
“green” deer hides hunted up to fight the
fire with, girths tightened; all made ready.
“Will you go?” said Mr. Jackson, look
ing at me.
“Of course,” I repied, as calmly as I
could, but overwhelmed with delight at
the permission.
We were in the saddle in short order
and off at a gallop, which we held, with
only brief breathing spells, for four miles.
As we neared the gap and the smoke
loomed up thicker and blacker, my com
panion leaned anxiously forward in his
saddle and his larger horse swung ahead
at a faster pace, my little pony coming
promptly up alongside.
When we reached the fire we found five
men at work, the man who had come for
us and his partner, a couple of cow hunt
ers from some distant ranch, and our
cowboy.
‘You’ll lead my horse,” said Mr. Jack-
son, jumping off, throwing his coat across
the saddle and handing me the bridle
rein. This was something, but I soon felt
it was awfully little, as I looked at the
men iu the heat and smoke fighting si
lently, determinedly, and I was debating
the feasibility of tying the ponies and
taking a hand as best I could, when the
cowboy came up and looped his pony’s
bridle over the saddle pommel of my led
horse, and the next moment the cow
hunters and the other two followed with
their’s, till I had a string of four led in
my right hand and one contrary fellow
that had to be coaxed along, iu my left.
I wish I could help,” said I to the last
man, as he gave me his horses. “Y’ are
helping a lot,” he answered; “it always
takes one hand for horse-rustler; you’re
saving one man’s work.”
This was better.
The men fought and fought, and I fol
lowed aud followed.
Every little while a dilapidated figure
would come to my caravan out of the
smoke and flame with grimy face and
burning eyes aud drink long from one of
the canteens on the pouies, and it was
usually only by the pony that he went to
that 1 could judge of his identity.
Sometimes the fire would burn low and
seem almost under control; then, with a
rattle like that of musketry, would burst
out in a group of tall sotal stalks and bulbs,
a thicket of greasewood or liveoak
scrub, and burn and rage and roar, with a
resinous odor and poppings and crackings
like torpedoes.
The afternoon wore away; the sun went
down red and angry; the horse rustler
grew cold, in spite of the close proximity
of the fire. I was as cold as the scorn of
the unfeeling world—colder. The marrow
AN INTERESTING AND GOSSIPY LETTER
ABOUT CURRENT MATTERS.
New York, December 17,—[Special.]—
It was known a few days after the Duke
of Marlborough had sailed last week that
his last visit to this country was one of
business. In the company of Hon. A. S.
Hewitt he had, during a previous stay here,
visited various parts of the South and was
then impressed with the great and imme
diate future of that section. This impres
sion, instead of weakening, increased as he
neared Albion’s Cliffs, and he spoke elo
quently there to investors of his own rank;
with such eloquence, in fact, that he re
turned laden with ready money for in
vestment iu the iron and coal of Southern
States. The Duke of Marlborough was
here at the time of the panic in securities,
for which he offered a plausible reason.
He is a quiet, cool and long-headed
man of business, and his opinion may,
on that score, be valuable. Said he,
“Englishmen have in large numbers
made extended trips through the States,
and they were astonished, as I have been,
by the magnitude of the new enterprises
and real estate operations which have
been undertaken ali over the South. Min
ing companies, iron furnaces, rolling and
eolton mills, aud hosts of other manufac
turing establishments, have been started
to an unlimited extent, and the money for
these undertakings (mark the point) comes
from those English and American capital
ists who formerly either bought current
Stock Exchange securities, or who put all
their money into their home business.
Aside from this there are many who,
thinking that the returns offered by in
vestments dealt in in the exchanges and
banks of England are too inadequate,
have been buying lands in Tennessee
and Alabama and Georgia instead. All of
us can remember a very few years back
when the synonym of poverty was a ruined
Southern plantation, and now we hear of
the Southern States as being the most
prosperous in the Union. It is eertaiuly
a grateful thought for this Christmas sea
son. But we wonder if the people, as yet,
feel personally the warm flood of prosper
ity? That it does not exist purely in the
opiumistic imagination of correspondents
is shown by the straw of the publishers. A
leading firm said to us by the voice of its
tried business agent: “We are pushing
our books and periodicals in just one sec
tion this year, and that section is the
Southern States.”
3 Wednesday afternoon the first la
dies’ reception given by the Man
hattan Club since it moved into the Stewart
palace came off, and au exceedingly bril
liant and fashionable affair it turned out
to be. Each member had the privilege of
inviting six guests—ladies, and all other
visiting lists were suspended for the day.
The house was iu gala, and the ladies wan
dered from the kitchens, which have been
built in the roof down the grand marble
staircase to the cafe in tiie basement
They looked with admiration at the cosy
dining room, the immense salon, the awful
sleeping chamber, “like all out doors,”
called Gen. Grant’s room because be once
lay awake there, and the magnificent li
brary, where the colors of the yacht
“Nourmahal,” which Stanley carried
through Africa on lrs last exploration,
hung in tatters over the central bookcase.
But of all the rooms and corridors—which
are in truth rooms—it will be difficult
to imagine which one the fair guests
found the most attractive. We name itat
once—the Billiard room. It is what
was formerly the art gallery of the mer
chant prince and with its lofty ceiling,
frescoed in deep colors, its walls hung with
bronze plush, it is certainly the most
cheerful part of the building.
As the season has advanced what was
predicted in October obtains fulfillment,
and that is the almost total absence of
large public entertainments and the pres
ence of innumerable smaller private-house
affairs. This is the first step toward the
deposition of the self-appointed McAllis
ter, which is deemed certain, even by
those people who do not admit he is a
vulgar upstart. The last Patriarch’s
ball, which was the first of the season,
although the papers denominated it
a success as they do in a stereotyped fash
ion each of these balls, was excessively
dreary aud stupid. The ball room being
undecorated, without foliage or quiet
“nooks,” reminded everyone of their
youthful dancing school days, and the co
tillon was danced without particular en
joyment. Quite otherwise was the delight
ful dancing party given by Mr. and Mrs.
Richard Mortimer at their charming old-
fashioned house, Nor 4 Washington square.
Mrs. Mortimer is a Southern lady by birth,
but she was educated in a convent near
Paris, and most of her Southern recollec
tions date back to her childhood. The
South was represented at this party by
Mr. and Mrs. John C. Calhoun and Miss
Semple, of Alabama, who went with the
Couderts, whom she is visiting. Mr. and
Mrs. Mortimer have recently returned
from Paris, which is rather than New
York their home.
Steell & Livingston.
Hosts of Handkerchiefs.
No old or antiquated styles, but the newest kinds in Handkerchief ideas. The very
cream of the market. Cost and quality are all closely considered to produce live buy
ing on your part, from $2.50 to $2 00 for Ladies and Children, also an immense line
of Men’s Handkerchiefs. Our Imogene Kid Gloves, for Ladies, at $1.00, are conceded
to be the greatest possible value.
Jersey Glows at 15, 25, 35 aad 50c.
Hosiery—Fast Blacks at 8, 10, 15, 20, 25, 35 and 50c. No inferior styles or auc
tion rubbish, but honest reliable goods.
Table Linens, Towels, Napkins.
New line Table Damasks just opened from the best Belfast and German looms.
No more appropriate Christmas present than one or more of those elegant cloths, with
napkins to match, and a Christmas dinner hardly tastes as well without them. It does
not take a fortune to buy them, as our ambition to sell has caused us to throw profits
overboard.
Flanne ? s, Blankets, Underwear.
Wonderful how those keen cash buyers find out where their dollars will get the
most. Something similar to a run on a bank last week, only those who bought of us
got one hundred and fifty cents worth of goods for every dollar invested. You can do
the same this week. The stock is sufficiently large, no troqble to be suited.
Make the Men Happy.
It takes a great deal to make some of them that way. We might hint that if you
buy goods this week as lively as you ought, it will make us feel much better, but as wo
have not started out to talk about ourselves, we desire to call your attention to the
many useful presents for men in our establishments, such as Collars and Cuffs, Shirts,
Neckwear, Gloves, Socks, Suspenders, Handkerchiefs, etc.
Skirts and Shawls must be sold, net cost, this week, to move them lively.
Twenty-five Buggy Robes, extra fine quality, 3-4 price this week. Calicoes, Sheet
ings, Cheeks, etc., at factory prices. We are determined to make Christmas week a
banner week of bargains. Don’t fail to call on us, and if we cannot make you a
Xmas present we can at least save you money enough to enable you to buy one for
some one else.
Kp”Store will be open until 9 o’clock at night from now until December 26.
SHERiDAN Si GRAHAM*,
1012 BROAD STREET.
Between rents* 1 hihI Rankin Hotels.
SURPRISE STORE.
Holidays now here. We are too busy to write an ad;
simp y say come and see our efft rirgs. The low prices
placed upon each article are simply irresistible; you will in
voluntarily become one of the thousands of eager customers
woo visit cur store within the next three days ai d purchase
u-tful and p etty—therefore desirable—presents, marveling
at the extreme low piice tiny are bought for.
Dolls lor the Million
Of every conceivable size, style, shape or cclo”. Our third
purchase supf lies us with a stock sufficient to last through
out the hol'd <ys; our prices the most wonderful, aud you
can get them here just one-half legular dealers ask for theirs.
Immense bargains in Kid Bo n , B : sque heads, pretty faces,
with real hair, ottered as leaders at 50, 75c, $1 and $1 25,
One lot fine Joint d Dolls, perfect in every feature, shape
and possess almost actual human motion, offered to close at
$1, 1 25 and i 50; would positively be cheap at double our
price.
Large Dolls with washable beads and limbs, 14-inch at 10c, 20-inch 26c, 24-inch
at 50c, 30-Inch at 75c, 36-inch at §1—pretty and very cheap.
In addition to our Dolls, we still have a complete assortment of
TOYS,
Etc., consisting of Banks, Horses, Tops, Tool Chests, Tea Sets, Cups and Saucer^
Pianos, etc., etc., all at half the price you would have to pay at toy stores.
Lots of otl er things that will attract your attention. Photograph Albums, Dress
ing Cases, Manicure Sets, Picture Frames, Leather Purses, pretty Scaifs, fine Hancl-
kerchiefs in linen and silk, and others too numerous to mention.
The facts are, you can’t afford to buy anything in our lines until you first see oat
stock. Otherwise you simply are throwing the valuable stuff in the fire. Govern
yourself accordingly.
ERNEST ANDREWS.