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By the Eajjrle EubliMhing- Company.
VOLUME XXXVIII.
HOT WEATHER
Iss Here ! And With It
R. E. ME Si CO.
Are showing all Kinds of Hot Weather
Goods.
Straw Hats,
Wash Suits,
Light weight unlined Serge Suits,
Neglige Shirts,
Gauze Underwear.
Umbrellas and Parasols,
Oxford Ties and Slippers in all
the latest lasts, toes and colors.
Immense bne of Embroideries, Laces and
Ribbons.
EANS—a beautiful assortment of colors, shapes
and sizes.
Wash Goods,
Organdies and Silks.
Pattern Suits and all the new Trin mings to match.
OUR GROCERY DEPARTMENT
Is full of nice fresh goods, and our prices are right.
Come to see us. We are glad to show
you through.
R. E. ANDOE & CO..
14 Al iiin St.
Telephone £>.
AHARRISON 8 HUNT,
Marble Dealers.
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Monumental Work of all Kinds for
the Trade.
We want to estimate 1 CATIIDQVITTD PI
all your work. ( uAinhOllLLCi, uA.
Thomas & Clark,
X Manufacturers of and Dealers in
HARNESS, SADDLES, WHIPS, ROBES,
<C>' ~ .. Ji J. Blankets and Turf Goods.
Fine hand made Harness a specialty. Repairing neatly and quickly
done.
Thomas <Bc Clark.
Next door below Post-office, ... GAINESVILLE, GA.
Venable & Collins Granite Co.,
.A.TT-uAZN’TJL, GLA..,
Dealers In
All American and For- Monuments, Statuary
eign Granites and and Mausoleums.
Marbles.
Quarry Owners Blue Building Work of all
and Gray Granite. descriptions.
We have a fully equipped cutting and polish
ing plant with the latest pneumatic tools
to compete with any of the wholesale
trade.
OFFICE 30 and 32 Loyd St.
Plant Cor. Grnllatt St. Ga. R. It.
THE GAINESVILLE EAGLE.
J. G. H YNDS MFG, CO.
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Special Sale of
LADIES’ SHIRT WAISTS.
There is nothing but high class Garments
here. The celebrated “Stanley” Waist, made
by V. Henry Rothschild, is known to almost
every lady in the land. We think it as much
our duty to price our goods fairly as to be fair
in quality and reliable dealings. We are not
speculating—price is a matter of computation
from fixed facts. That is why you can get
such Garments as these at such prices. You
would gladly pay more in many cases if you
were asked to do so.
50 CENTS
Gets choice of a large assortment of colorings
in regular DOLLAR quality, made of fine
Organdies and Lawns.
75 CENTS
Gets choice of a handsomer line of the $1 25
quality made of fine madras and organdie.
If you will examine them you will appreciate
them.
J. G. Hynds Manufacturing Company.
Retail Dep’t, corner building, Main and Broad Streets,
GAINESVILLE, GEORGIA.
GEORGIA—HaII County.
To Cincinnatus Gilmer:
I notify you that I will apply to the Superior
Court of Hall County at the next term, begin
ning on the third Monday in July next, for the
appointment of partitioners to partition the
land known as the William Gilmer tract of
land, situated on Oconee River, in said county,
being same land conveyed by Benj. Bryan, ad
ministrator of William Gilmer, deceased, to J.
D. Gilmer, William Gilmer, Elizabeth Gilmer,
and Mary Gilmer, dated Sept. 15, 1832, recorded
in Clerk’s office, Hall County, Book F, pages
331,332, 333. SARAH J. GILMER.
Dr. <D. RYDER,
DENTIST,
GAINESVILLE, - - - GA.
Dental work of all kinds done in a
skillful manner. Crown and Bridge
work a specialty.
j Good Shave.
LEE PARNELL, Barber.
ARLINGTON BLOCK.
Hot and Cold Baths.
First-class Appointments.
PN. C. White & Son,
MOTOGRAPHERS!
Gaiaearille, Ga.
All work executed in the highest style
of the art, at reasonable prices. Make
a specialty of copying and enlarging. Gallery
Northeast Side Sauare.
Establitfhecl in
GAINESVILLE, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, JUNE 9 ISUB.
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Special Sale of
Men's Shirts, Collars and Cuffs.
■ When the season has just begun and buying
is at its height, it may seem unwise to lower
prices. Now, if ever, is the time for profit.
Wg however, prefer to maintain our motto,
“Quick Sales.” and in order to close out quick
ly the remainder of our exceedingly heavy
early purchase of Shirts, we offer
AT 50 CENTS
About 50 dozen Negligee attached Collars and
Cuffs ; large assortment colors ; fine Percales,
worth $1 anywhere.
About bO dozen soft bosom, white neck and
cuff band, handsomest line of patterns in the
and not to be had anywhere for less
sl.
| DON’T FORGET
We handle exclusively the celebrated Eugene
Peyser’s Cuffs, 4 ply all linen, 20c; Collars, 4
ply all linen, 10c.
fifIEIIEAWS
■HtaNS
king ofa ” patent flours -
W Made from tlle finest winter
® For bread and
P astr y- Ask for it and ac
cept no flour that has not
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HIH COMFIH.
Eclipse Engines, Boilers,
Saw Mills, Cotton Gins, ■
Cotton Presses,
Grain Separators, Chisel Tooth and Solid Saw,
Saw Teeth, Inspirators, Injectors,
Engine Repairs, A Full Line Brass Goods.
Send for Catalogue and Prices.
avery & mcmillan,
Southern Managers,
Nos. 51 and 53 So. Forsyth St., ATLANTA, GA.
writing advertisers, mention this paper.
A MASQUERADE.
Her name was Kitty, and she was
sitting on the top rail of a stile,
placed where a gap in the hedge
opened on to a narrow, straggling
footway which meandeied between
the hedge and what was then a field
of waving golden wheat.
She wore a plain blue print dress,
and her sweet, girlish face and
brown hair, a glorious wealth of
which, when loosened from its bond
age, enveloped her shoulders, fall
ing to her waist, were surmounted
by a broad brimmed straw hat, from
the friendly shelter of which deep,
limpid gray eyes gleamed, and the
pertest little nose possible was visi
ble.
His name was Jack—that is to say,
he was christened John. He was
handsome and bronzed, and the suit
of flannels he wore set oft his well
knit, lithe figure to advantage. He
leaned against the stile at her side
and, to guard her against falling,
had placed one arm around her
waist.
“How lovely it is here now, Kitty!
And to think tomorrow I must leave
it all and—you I” he said regretfully.
“Yes, it is horrid, isn’t it!” she
said, with a pout, “but you will
come back again, Jack, won’t you?”
placing a dainty little ungloved
hand upon hie shoulder and glancing
down at his handsome face into the
earnest brown eyes which looked in
to hers.
“Come Ijpck! Why, of course I
will, darling!” Then, with a trace
of annoyance: “Confound my fa
ther! Whatever he wanted to die
for just now, I can’t imagine! Good
heavens, fancy wearing a suit of
solemn black and sitting glum and
proper in a mourning ooach on a
day like this! But he has left me
his money, I suppose, and we shall
be able to get married now, shan’t
we, Kitty?” he said softly’ drawing
her to him and imprisoning the oth
er little hand within his own strong,
supple fingers.
She made no reply, only blushing
a bright rosy red and hiding her
face in his neck.
When Robert Holt married, it was
with the distinct disapprobation of
his only sister, Matilda. She did not
consider the lady he had chosen to
be his wife worthy of the head of
one of the oldest families in Eng
land and did not hesitate to tell him
so, with the result that a bitter quar
rel was engendered which wasneve*
made up and which only ceased with
death.
Matilda Holt therefore took a
house in the quiet little west of Eng
land village of Monkwood, where,
under the assumed name of Clive,
she and her little girl, Kathleen,
lived in seclusion, unknown to her
brother, while she never told the
child she was in any way connected
with the old family, the Holts of
Holt Manor, in the county of Sus
sex.
One morning, three days after the
departure of her lover, Kitty came
into the little breakfast room, where
her mother sat at the head of a
snowy draped table before a glit
tering array of silver and china, with
a whirl of her cool cotton skirts, her
face aglow with health and happi
ness. Putting her arms around her
mother’s neck, she said:
“Good morning, mamma! Am I
late? Forgive me!” Then, releas
ing the old lady and turning to a
small pile of letters lying on a salver
placed at one side of the table, said:
“Whom are the letters for, dear?
Why, they are all for you, I believe.
No,” with a pretty uprising of her
eyebrows, “except one, and that is
for me!” with a charming emphasis
on the last word.
The letter was from her lover.
With a tender light in her gray eyes,
she placed the missive carefully
away in her pocket, intending to
read it at her leisure, alone and un
disturbed.
Then she began her breakfast,
watching the while her mother open
and read the three or four letters
which had fallen to her share.
Presently the old lady uttered a
cry of surprise and looked across at
her daughter, with wonderment in
her eyes.
“Well, maman, what’s the mat
ter?” with a laugh. “You look as if
you had seen a ghost!”
“Well, I am certainly surprised,
my dear, for I find you are an heir
ess,” answered her mother.
“Indeed!” said Kitty, with a
laugh. “That is indeed sufficient to
surprise any one who knows any
thing about me!”
“But this is not a joke,’’said Mrs.
Clive. “This letter is from your un
cle’s solicitors, telling me he is dead
and that under his will you are left
everything. Os course there is a
condition.”
“What on earth is it?” exclaimed
Kitty, a little pucker of bewilder
ment showing itself in her smooth
white forehead.
“That you marry your cousin,”
said her mother. “If you refuse,
you lose half the property.”
“And suppose he refuses to marry
me?” replied Kitty, with a roguish
smile.
“Then you have all.”
“Then I hope he does refuse, I’m
sure!” Kitty said, with a thought of
the handsome face she had missed
so sorely. “But I never knew I had
an uncle, maman,” she resumed;
“at least not living,” she added.
Then her mother told her about
the quarrel, as set forth already.
“I have been wrong and wicked,”
she said as she wiped the tears from
her eyes, “but I have been punished
for it,” she added.
Presently she handed Kitty a let
ter which had been inclosed with the
* 1 -OO Per Annum ixi Advance.
one sne naa reaa containing tne an
nouncement of her daughter’s for
tune. “It is from your cousin, dear.
Read it and see what he has to say. ”
But Kitty .was not to be so put off
concerning the matter of her uncle
and cross questioned her mother
why it was she had never told her
about him.
“Well, dear, I was afraid you
might grow discontented if you
knew and would want to leave me.
Then, as time went on and I never
heard from your uncle, I was nerv
ous of approaching a reconciliation,
for I feared he might wish you to go
and see him and so separate us.”
Kitty, who had left her chair and
placed her arms round her mother’s
neck, kissed her and said:
“Never mind, dear. We have been
very happy together, haven’t we?
Uncle was a bad, naughty man to
quarrel with you, you old darling!”
The next day Kitty, who did not
look so bright and happy as on the
previous morning, startled her
mother by saying:
“Maman, let us go away from
here for a time. Let us go and live
somewhere near Holt, and then we
can see my cousin there. Ido not
want to see him here.”
Her mother glanced at her sharp
ly, for the last thing in the world
she would have dreamed of doing
would have been to go away from
Monkwood. But Kitty had her way
in spite of her mother’s protesta
tions. She had had it from her baby
hood and upward, and it would have
been something strange to her if she
had not had it then. So it came to
pass that she and her mother left
the home which had sheltered them
for years and took a little villa at
Highcliffe, a small seaside town
about 40 miles from Holt. From
there Kitty wrote to her cousin, tell
ing him her mother and herself
would be pleased to see him when
ever he liked to run down and make
their acquaintance.
When John Holt received his cou
sin’s letter, he lost no time in setting
forth on the journey to the little
seaside town, filled with a deter
mination to woo and win the girl
upon whose answer depended a mat
ter of some £IO,OOO a year extra for
him to get rid of. As the train rush
ed through the autumn landscape
he tried to imagine what the un
known would be like, and the types
he pictured were varied.
Blind, lame, red haired and frec
kled, cross eyed and cantankerous
such were some of the to him hard
ly pleasant visions his imagination
conjured up.
When he alighted at lhe dreary,
drafty station, he found a grumpy
porter to carry his portmanteau to
a rickety cab, drawn by a knock
kneed animal whose only qualifica
tion entitling it to a belief in its
worthiness was the too palpable fact
that it had plenty of bone. The jehu
presiding over the box seat was as
antique a specimen of the genus
cabby as any one could wish to
meet.
He had perforce to charter the
cab to convey his luggage to the one
redeeming feature of the town, a
good, old fashioned inn, evidently a
place where hospitality in the good
old days, when railroads were not
thought of, was well dispensed.
When he had secured his room at
the inn, he set forth on foot to Sea
Gull cottage, where his aunt and
cousin lived. He was not sorry when
a neat maidservant, in answer to his
ring, opened the front door, and in
reply to his inquiry for Miss Mark
ham—for that was Kitty’s mother’s
real name—conducted him into a
tastefully furnished drawing room;
for Kitty was nothing if not dainty
in her tastes.
“Missus will be with you directly,
sir,” was the maid’s remark as she
left him.
He sat down before the blazing
fire with a feeling of eager anticipa
tion and waited until Kitty’smother
entered and gave him a hearty, old
fashioned greeting.
John Holt thought he had rarely
looked upon a sweeter, more placid
faced woman than Kitty’s mother,
but as he had never seen her before
and was not aware exactly who she
■ might be—for Kitty and he had al
ways met surreptitiously when at
Monkwood—he there and then made
up his mind never to marry a wom
an of her age, no matter how many
£IO,OOO might be sacrified. This de
termination, however,proved rather
i premature, for, after several re
marks about his journey from Holt
and concerning the weather, Mrs.
; Markham said:
“Kathleen will be down directly.
She has not "been well lately, and wo
have to be careful not to excite her
too much.”
At this juncture the door opened
and in came a very somberly dress
ed little figure, assisted by the serv
ant. John Holt saw little except a
pair of immense gauze spectacles
i peeping out from a mass of black
wool shawl, with which the newcom
er’s head was enveloped, a sweet lit
tle mouth and dimpled cheeks. He
I also noticed her hands were small
and dainty and that she had tiny
feet, but in spite of these redeeming
features he felt he could not make
love to a pair of “goggles,” as he
termed them
However,there was a charm about
the bespectacled little cousin that
kept him at Highcliffe, and for the
space of three weeks his name was
registered in the visitors’ list of
I the Highcliffe Gazette, while a para
graph in that highly estimable jour
nal set forth his greatness and
wealth, assumed, of course, by the
editor. He felt that he might do
worse than marry her and the
£IO,OOO a year.
John Holt and Kathleen were sit
ting in the drawing room alone.
Airs. Markham had gone out to
church and would not return for
some little time
N UMBER 23
Kitty was sitting in an easy cnalr
before the fire, while he had drawn a
chair beside her and had taken one
of her bands in his.
“I must leave you tomorrow,” he
said, gazing into the fire, as though
he expected to find an answer there
to the question he had decided to
put to her; for die had made up his
mind to propose to her that evening.
“Must you, really?” she asked,
and he thought there was a tremor
in her voice. “I shall miss you very
much, and I am sure mother will.”
“Will you miss me, Kathleen?”
he said softly. “Will you really
miss me?”
“Yes, really,” she replied.
He put his arm around her waist,
but she did not resist him.
“Kathleen, little Kathleen, may I
come back again?”
“Os course you may!” she said,
with surprise. “I am sure mother
will welcome you whenever you
care to come to see us. ”
“But, my dear little girl, it is you
I want to please. Do you know”—
with a laugh—“l have learned to
care for you very much since I have
been here, and I wtfnt you to give
yourself to me and let me take care
of you. Will you?”
“But you have seen so little of me,
and you might change your mind,
and”—
He interrupted her with a kiss and
said:
“Silly child! I shan’t change my
mind. I love you, and I want you.
I shall never love any one else.”
“Have you ever cared for anyone
before?” she queried. “Because 1
could not marry a man who had.”
“Never,” he said, telling a lie
bravely.
“You are sure?” she asked.
“Positive!” was the reply.
“Then do as I tell you. I know it
seems rude of me. Go into the hall
and wait there until I call you. I
want to be alone and think."
He obeyed and left her.
When he returned at her bidding,
he found her sitting much the same
as when he left her.
“Have you decided?” he asked.
“I have.” She spoke clearly and
slowly. “I cannot marry you.”
“Why?” he asked wonderingly.
“I thought you cared for me a little.
Why cannot you marry me?”
For reply she rose up and con
fronted him, at the same time cast
ing from her the shawl and spec
tacles which had before hidden her
features from him.
“Because I am”—
“Kitty!” he cried, with astonish
ment.
Kitty! The reason I cannot
marry you is because"! canhot jnar
ry a man who loves my money and •
not myself, nor a man who, W’hen
he wins a girl’s heart, looks upon it
as a toy, to be cast aside at will, nor
a man who swears falsely I”
Under the stinging contempt of
her words and look he writhed as
though a whiplash were being laid
about his shoulders.
“Are not my reasons sufficient?”
she asked as he made no reply or
movement. “I know you thought 1
was a simple girl, but you taught
me better, and I determined to pay
you out to the full.” Her slim fig
ure was drawn up to its full height,
and her gray eyes flashed with scorn.
With bowed head he turned to go
and went slowly to the door, then
swiftly turned and faced her and,
with outstretched hands, said in a
broken voice:
“Kitty, forgive me!”
She merely shook her head and,
laising a slim, black sleeved arm,
jointed toward the door.
Something within him seemed to
tell him he had played for a large
stake and had lost, so, without a
word, he turned away again, to
leave her forever.—Princess.
Hospitality That Paid.
Gambling clubs are being raided
in London, one of the complaints
being that they greatly overcharge
their patrons for the use of cards.
It is curious that a century ago thia
was the case in private houses. It is
generally supposed that hospitality
was more largely extended in old
times, and, indeed, was their su
preme virtue, whereas it would now
be thought the extremity of mean
ness for a host to charge his guests
with any such payment. In The
Times of March 22, 1796, we read:
“The tabbies of Bath are in a state
of insurrection, in consequence of
an example by Lady Elcho, who
neither visits nor receives company
that pay for cards. This laudable
reformation is adopted so generally
that many of the dowagers who
have so long fed on card money are
turning their thoughts to some more
creditable means of earning their
livelihood.” A hope is expressed
that the ladies in London will follow
the examples of those of Bath and
“exclude the odious and pitiful cus
tom. We are afraid that many a
party is formed rather to derive
benefit from the sale of cards than
for the sake of hospitality.”— San
Francisco Argonaut.
The second oldest living alumnus of
Amherst is Rev. Elias Riggs, D. D.,
LL. D., of Constantinople, an eminent
philologist and translator of the Bible
into the Armenian, Bulgarian and
Turkish laueuages.
A Budget of Definitions.
Key ring—The sound issuing from
a piano.
Revenge—A gun that kicks harder
than it shoots.
Jealousy—The greatest vice of the
smallest minds.
Heir—One who has money left
him every time it is spent.
Matrimony About the worst
joke a woman can play on a man.
Politician—A man who shakes
y< ur hand ore a d ion th- next.
Sensible—The man who is frank
enough tu admit his lack of sense.