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KNQCIKF8 -SPS: COLUMBUS, GEORGIA SUNDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 21, 1890. JEW OF OUR NEIGHBORS 1 \ AND ALABAMA PUT IN fi fc01, ' paragraphs. many SOURCES AND TERSE LY STATED. Till*’ 11» form milk to ■' In , 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.