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THE SPELL OF CHRISTMAS.
’Tis the time of year for the loving cup,
To pass from hand to hand,
When the sounds of wassail and revelry
Are echoing o’er the land.
For North, where the skater skims the
mere,
And South, where the red-bird sings,
A pulse of cheer to the waning year
j The Merry Christmas brings.
’Tis the time of year for open hand.
And the tender hearts and true.
When a rift of heaven has cleft the skies,
And the saints are looking through.
The flame leaps high, where the earth was
drear,
i And sorrowful eyes grow bright,
For a message dear that all may hear,
Was borne ou the Christmas light.
’Tis the timo of year for the cordial word
And the grace of the lifted load,
For brother to come to brother’s help,
On the rough and stormy road.
’Tis time to bury the ancient hate,
And to make the quarrels up;
No grudge has room where the roses bloom
’Round the Christmas loving cup.
’Tis the time of year for children’s joy,
And all in scarlet row
The stockings hang in the ingle nook.
And the dreaming faces glow,
And the children turn and laugh in sleep,
To-morrow will be so gay;
For there never is mirth in this queer old
earth
Like the mirth of Christmas Day.
’Tis the time of year for the sweet surprise,
For tke blessing we did not see,
Though straight from the infinite love of
God
’Twas coming to you and me.
Tis the time for seeking once again
The sheen of the Bethlehem star;
And for kneeling fain, with the age-long
train
AV here the Babe and Mary are.
•Tis the time of year for the loving cup,
When the holly berries shine,
And with shout and song of man and maid,
The cedar and fir we twine.
Ah ! pass the cup front the frozen North
To the South where the robin slugs,
For a pulse of cheer to the waning year
The Merry Christmas brings.
—Margaret E. Sangster.
THE DOCTOR’S GIFT.
A CHRISTMAS BTOKY,
t OTHER, I wish we
could have Christmas
and Santa Claus, and
lots of nice things like
• other people. When
I was at Deacon
Gooden’s to-day, they
had great piles of pies
■ and cakes cooked,and
they have got a big turkey that they arc
going to roast, and the most nice red
apples, and, oh! so many good tliiugs.
I wish we could ever have things like
that.”
The mother laid down her sewing
with a sigh, and tears came into her eyes.
“I wish so, too, Bennie,” she said,
“and if it was possible, we would have
them. But we arc poor folks, and poor
folks can't afford nice things. I am
Sorry that I can’t give you more than I
do. You kuow I work hard all day
long and earn all I can, but people don't j
pay much for plain sewing, and it takes
all the money I can get to buy food and j
clothing, and hire wood chopped. Poor
little Sis has to have medicine and the
doctor must be paid, and I’m afraid 1
won't have raouey to pay for it all. Poor
children, 1 feel sorry for you, and wish I
could earn more for your sakes,” and
poor Mrs. Bentou buried her face in her
hands, and was a long time silent. t
“Don’t, mother,” Bennie snid, coming
and putting his arms about her neck.
“Don’t cry. You are the best mother
that ever was, and when I am old enough
to work. I’ll earn money for you, and
then we'll have nice things and grand
Christmases, and be as happy ns can be."
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The mother pressed her boy to her
breast and blessed him, and for his sake
affected a cheerlulness she was far from
feeling. While they remained thus,
talking of what all Bennie was aoing to
do when he was older, the doctor came
to see Sis. the little lame girl, as was his
custom.
“She is much better," he said, after
his examination, “and will be able to
walk again in a little while.” Then he
bustled out and was gone, for he was
kept \ ery busy visitiug his patients,
Mrs. Benton and Beunie rejoiced at
the doctor's announcement, and they felt
that they had soaetuing to be thankful
for, if they were poor, for they had long
feared that Sis voiild always be a
cripple.
“It’s a great consolation to know that
little Sis will soon be well aud strong
again, ’ the mother said.
“It’s better than any Christmas pres
ent,” Bennie assentd.
After Bennie was in bed asleep, Mrs.
Benton sat till long in the night over her
sewing, and, as she stitched up the
tedious, tiresome seams, tears rolled from
her eyes down her cheeks.
It was a bitterly cold night, and a deep
snow lay on the ground, and as the shrill
north winds swept ruthlessly around the
house, rattling the loose doors and win
dows, the poor woman remembered that
the wood-pile was almost gone, and that
the larder was nearly empty, and her
heart sunk within her. At last her task
was done, and going to the little bed in
the corner, she kissed the two un
conscious sleepers, and with a heavy
heart retired to her own poor couch.
Mc-anwhile I)r. Custer went on his
rounds, lie was a gruff old mail, but
the people all knew him and loved him,
for he had a kind heart, anil was always
ready to sympathize with the poor anil
needy. He visited many patients that
night, and he stopped at many houses
where there were no patients, for he had
an object in view, and the cold night
winds could not deter him from carrying
it out.
The next morning Mrs. Benton was up
early, for it was the day before Christ
mas, and she lmd a great deal of sewing
to do for people who were going to the
Christmas ball down at the Cross Roads.
When breakfast was over, she said :
“After you feed the horse and the
calves, Bennie, you must run over to Jer
ry Cobb's and see if he will haul us a
load of wood.”
Bennie hastened out to feed the stock,
and in a short time returned out of
breath with running and excitement.
“Oh! mother, mother,” he cried,
springing into the middle of the room,
“look out there in our woods at the men
and teams. They’re going to haul wood
for us, for I heard one of ’em say so as
he passed the stable.”
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* J iaUl lAt
And Bennie was right, for they had
! come, a dozen farmers, with their teams,
1 and sleds, and axes, to chop and haul
j wood for the Widow Benton, and when
lat noon time they went home, the wood
: was piled high at her gate, and there was
plenty to do her all the winter. In the
afternoon the men came with their axes
and cut the wood all up into the proper
lengths for burning, and poor Mrs. Ben
ton was so overcome with gratitude that
she cried. But that was not all.
Late in the afternoon a farm-wagon
drove up to the gate, loaded with flour,
and meat, and potatoes, and apples—some
of those same ved apples that Ben had
seen at Deacon Gooden's—and a big bas
ket filled with cake, and pies, and chick
ens, and one big turkey, ;.1l nicely
baked.
“Who has done all this,” Mrs. Benton
asked of Mrs. Gooden who came with the
wagon, and who had been busy giving
orders to tic men about unloading.
“Wal,” Mrs. Gooden said, “they s sev
eral us hes hed a han’ in it, but I reckon
| Doctor Custer is mostly responsible fer it,
sense lie rode about last night, putting
|usup to it. Thct ere old doctor hes got
j a monstrous big heart in ’im, if he is as
1 cross an’ crabbed as a bear. Don't never
nobody want fer nothin’ ef he knows of it,
: an' ef anybody is liable to he needy, he
generally finds it out, lemme tell you. It’s
a perfect caution the amount of money
tliet ole doctor hes given away, an’ a body
who sees him the fust time ’ad never
! 'spect he'd give a hungry mortel a bite to
! eat. But it’s like 1 tell the deacon some
: times. You can’t tell what’s in a person's
heart by the way they talk. When he
! come to our house last night, an' sed as
how he heard you an’ Ben atelkin’ erbout
Christmas an’ things, an’ a savin' the; you
was outen o' wood an’ hed beau havin' a
power o' sickness, an'all that, I felt right
down ashamed that 1 never thought of it
afore, an’ so did Zekiel, ] know, an’
when the doctor went o i to sav es how
we ort to help you a leetlc over the rough
places. I wus determined to help him out
in his projict. 'Twua’t nothin' for us t>
do when they wus so many uv us into it,
but all put together so in o’ dots some
good."
" 1 feel all the gratitude that any one
could feel,” Mrs. Benton said, "but 1
can not find iauguage to express it. '
“Well, yer needn't mind erboiu that
now. I reckon nobody don’t want uo
thaU-Ss. an if yon feel as if yon must
thauk somebody, jest wait till you see
Doctor Custer, an’ give ’em to him. I’m
moutv glad the little one’s a gittiu’ well,
an’H be able to git erbout.”
••It's a great comfort to me, fer I had
daspa.red of her ever recovering.”
“I know it must be. But I must be a
goin’. fer I see ‘Zekie! is ready to drive,
an’ it’s gittin' late. I hope you’ll bccom
fori able, an’ ef you Deed any assistance,
I hope you won't be backward about
axin’ us, fer though we're plain sort o
folks, an’ don’t make no pretcnsliuns to
bein’ extrvgood, we're ready to leu’ a
helpin’ han’.”
1 When the door closed after Mrs.
j the poor widow sank down,
I completely prostrated with joy. Her
pleasure was not so much on account of
the things received, though it was a great
boon, but because of the knowledge that
the people among whom she lived were
kind and generous. All her life she had
lived in the city, and it was little she
knew of the open-hearted generosity of
the country people.
Bennie was wNd with delight, and
danced about in a state of ecstasy. As
for poor little Sis, she felt that such a
time never did exist before, and, in her
great happiness, she completely lost sight
of tlie many long, weary months of
suffering and pain that she had passed
through.
That night, as they sat around the
wide open fireplace wherein the great
logs cracked and blazed, throwing out
warmth and light, they presented a pic
ture of perfect contentment, and if is
doubtful if there was a happier family
anywhere on earth,
Then there came the sound of footsteps
crunching the snow, and a moment latei
the doctor entered. Although he affected
not to see what had taken place, and
tried to retain his gruff manner, Mrs.
Benton saw the smile of satisfaction that
came to his face, and knew what was in
his heart.
“Doctor,” she said, “I cannot thank
you enough for what you have done.”
“Hey! What's that? Come, come,
let's have no foolishness,” he cried.
“Here, take this. That’s the last
prescription the child will need. Good
evening,” and out he bustled.
“.More medicine, mother?” Bennie
asked.
“Yes, one more prescription,” and she
opened the paper to see. “Bless my
heart,” she cried, “if it ain’t his bill, all
lcceipted and marked paid.”
. Yule-Log and Mistletoe.
The Yule-Log and the Mistletoe are
traditional garnishments, so to speak, of
the English, and largely of our own
Christmas holiday. From Scandinavian*,
who in winter built immense tires ou the
hill-tops in honor of the sun’s return, we
borrowed the yule-log. And it became
an English custom to preserve a bit of
one year's \ ule-log to light the fires ou
the great hearth at the following Christ
mas-tide, in token of warmth and plenty
to abide in the household throughout the
year. AVhen the log was ready to be
brought in, the youngest child of the
family was seated upon it, und all the
rest assembled to witness its entrance,
drawn by the merry retainers, and to
prepare it for the lighting.
An English superstition is that the
bees sing in their hives between the 24th
and 25th of December, while mysterious
bells can be heard echoing underground.
From the Druids come our Christmas
decorations of evergreen garlands and
the mistletoe. The latter was sacred to
them, particularly that which grew upon
an oak tree. It was considered medi
cinal, and especially believed, until a late
day, to be it certain cure for epilepsy.
With great pomp,at the winter solstice,
the priests and people surrounded the
oak upon which the sacred vine grew,
and the chief priest in his white robes
ascended into the branches to cut dowr.
the twisted stems and waxen berries of
the mystic plant, with a golden Unite.
There must have been steel in the yellow
blade, however, for the. mistletoe bough
is tough. Then followed the slaying of
“two snow-white bullocks,” as one
chronicle has it, while another saith just
as positively, “two milk-white heifers.”
Then in both accounts are given ghastly
details of human sacrifice.
But this is past, and to-day the mistle
toe remains to u; a joyous harbinger of
merriment aud harmless cheer.
It maketh spring iu winter—
Uur merry Christmas Day;
May it chase frost ami snow
Forever far away.
Christmas Fun.
Christmas is the great modern give
away.
Now, girls, bring out the fifty-cent
necktie for Charles, and prepare to re
ceive a SSO locket.
The best Christmas gift is what every
man may give himselt. And that is a
good record.
“Books suitable for the holidays,"
reads an advertisement. But it fails to
mention the most important—pocket
books and bankbooks.
Under the Mistletoe Bough.
She (coyly)—"Now, you roust only take
one, George.”
He (gallantly)—"But one from one
leaves nothing, Mable. Let's make it
one each and tie.”
She (blushing)—"lt's very sudden,
George, but you may ask papa.
W ith children a Cbi ietaans present beats
any Christmas past.
BUDGET OF FUN.
HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM
VARIOUS SOURCES.
Sufficient For Him—Another Broken
Friendship—Lived in a Glass
House—Hardly Satisfactory—
Repartee, Etc., Etc.
The hop and the German,
The mad social whirl.
Will soon entertain
The society girl.
But her juvenile brother
With natural vim,
Pronounces the snow-ball
Sufficient for him.
—Merchant Traveler.
ANOTHER BROKEN FRIENDSHIP.
Miss Effie Ancee (just engaged)—
“What do you think Edwin said last
night? That if he had to choose either
me or a million dollars, he wouldn’t even
look at the million.”
Miss May Tour (still waiting)—
“Dear, loyal fellow! I suppose he didn’t
like to risk the temptation.”— Time.
LIVED IN A CLASS HOUSE.
Mrs. Badger—“ Thu must have a nice
kind of a mother if she lets you light in
the street like this and get a black eye. ”
Little Johnny—“l was fighting with
your boy, ma’am, and he’s got two black
eyes.”— New York Sun.
HARDLY SATISFACTORY.
Guest (angrily)—“Confound your
awkwardness! You’ve spilt half that soup
down my back.”
Waiter at restaurant (heartily)—
“Don’t mind it, sir. I’ll bring some
more. Bless you, there’s plenty of soup. ”
—Chicago Tribune.
REPARTEE.
“My!” quoth Mr. Jones. “Paris
when full accommodates four millions of
people.”
“Humph!” said Mrs. Jones. “That’s
four million times more accommodating
than you are when full.”— Munsey's
Weekly.
A STRONG RESEMBLANCE.
Milkman—“l want tome cream paper.”
Stationer—“ Here, sir, is what you
want, I think. It looks very much like
the cream you’ve been furnishing me—
very thin and very white.”— Pack.
IT WAS TOUGH.
“What’s the matter with the beei
steakf” asked the landlady.
“I don’t know,” replied the new
boarder; “but I have a horrible suspi
cion that the cow was affected with gen
eral ossification.”
A SURE SIGN.
* “Jones,” said Smythe, as ho watched
a couple strolling near, “that is a first
love affair.”
“How do you know?”
“I just lieavd her make him promise
not to smoke or drink.”— Time.
A PROFESSIONAL SHINER.
Gazzam (imitating a passer-by)—“That
young man shines a good deal in soci
ety.”
Dolly—“Ah! Who is he?”
Gazzam—“Don't know his name; but
he’s a bootblack.”— Munsey's Weekly.
RESTRICTED.
Her Husband—“ Are you going to the
Smith's garden party, dear?”
His Wife—“No; I never accept invi
tations from people who don't know- me.”
“And you newer receive them from
persons who do know you.” —London
Funny Folks.
EXAGGERATION.
“I think Cora Fibbery is awful. She
exaggerates so.”
“That’s so. Are you going down
town now?”
“No, my head aches as though ten
million knives were running through it.
I’ll stay and finish this novel.”-—Km*.
FOUND IT IN THE DARK.
Laudlord—“Well, sir, how did you
and your bed last night?”
Surly Guest—“ Find it! Just like
anybody else that didn’t know where the
matches were. Groped around and
barked my shins. Drat n hotel where
the halls aren’t lighted!” —Burlington
fret Brest.
SURE TO MAKE A SALE.
Miss Passee (aged forty)— * ‘I wish to
>ee a bonnet.”
Milliner—“ For yourselve, miss?”
Miss Passee—“Yes.”
Milliner—“ Mane, run down stairs and
ret me ze liats for zee ladies between
.‘ighteen and twenty-five years.”—Man
<ey's Weekly.
THE MONIED MAN.
Croesus (to hotel proprietor)—“Can
■•'ou accommodate me by cashing u check
or $10,000?”
Hotel Proprietor—“ Tea thousand dol
'ars! Why, I never saw so much money
n- my life! However, ray porter is
round somewhere, and he will doubt
iss be glad to accommodate you.”—
rime.
NOT A COMPLETE SEPARATION.
Mother—“ Johnny, I don’t want you
i play with that little Browujonos boy
my longer; do you hear?”
Johnny—“ Y es'm.' ’
“Now, don’t let me hear of you dis
•beving me."
“No'm, but I may fight hiui, mayn’t I,
I want to?”— Punch.
HEARD HIM ONCE.
Bilks—“ Come up aud near our new
no nlster to-day.”
Nobbs—"No, ihaaks; I heard him
once and have always regretted 11.”
Bilks—“Wny, I guess you are mis
■"iken.”
Nobbs—“Not a bit of it; he is the
'inister who married u3.”— Kearney En
•wise.
PELT NO PAIN HIMSELF.
Patient—“l thought—ouch! I though*
your sign said—gee whiz! be careful—
that you ‘extracted teeth without pain.’ ”
Dentist —“Certainly, my friend.”
Patient—“But —wow! what do you
call this?”
Dentist—“l am extracting the teeth
and I assure you that I feel no pain
whatever.”— America.
THE PROPER PERSON.
“Bub, how laris it to the davpo?”
he asked of a lad on Jefferson avenue
yesterday.
“Daypo is French, isn’t it?” queried
the boy in reply.
“Yes.”
“Then you’d better ask some French
man. Yon couldn’t find it in English.”
—Detroit Free Frees.
THE FINAL COUNT.
“There, darling, the last one,” said he,
as he started down the steps.
He had nearly reached the gate when
she called him back.
“I’ve just been counting up,” she
said, “and that last kiss we took was the
thirteenth, and that is an awfully un
lucky number, you know.”
When he finally got away the score
was thirty-seven. —Terre Uaute Express.
A LONG ENGAGEMENT.
She—“l haven’t anything new to sing
to you to-night, George.”
He—“ Well, give me something of old
then.”
She broke into a refrain that was “a
song of the day” seventeen years before.
He (at the close) —-“That's very, very
old, Clara.”
She—“ Yes, George; I sang that to you
the night we became engaged.”— Judye.
THE WORM TURNED.
Mr. Bully Ragg—“Now, sir, you have
stated under oath, that this man had the
appearance of a gentleman. Will you be
good enough to tell the jury how a gen
tleman looks, in your estimation?”
Down-trodden Witness—“ Well, er—a
gentleman looks —er —like—er—”
Mr. Bully Ragg—“l don’t want'any of
your ers, sir; and remember that you are
on oath. Can you see anybody in this
court room who looks like a gentle
man?”
Witness (with sudden asperity)—“l
can if you’ll stand out of the way.
You’re not transparent.”— Fuck.
HIS NARROW ESCAPE.
Emma —“No, George, it cannot be.
We must part. (Bitterly.) My purse
proud father will not accept a poor man
for his son-in-law.”
George (frantically)—“Say not so. I.
cannot give thee up. My heart will
break. I ”
(Purse proud father enters the room
without observing them. Throws him
self into a chair and groans aloud) —
“Bankruptcy! Ruin! Every dollar
swept away!”
George (sweeping himself away at
these words) —“Farewell, then Emma,
since you discard me. (But he says to
himself) —Mighty narrow escape, tnat.”
. —Texas Siftings.
60 TIIEUR WAS.
“Do you mean to say,” he protested to
the young St. Thomas man who had just
got bach, “that you were hi New York
citv a whole week and didn't get
robbed?”
“That's what I saw"
“Didn't get eoniiueueed ?”
“No, sir.”
“Didn't lose your watch?”
“No, sir.”
“Didn’t get buncoed?”
“No, sir.”
“And got out ail right?”
“I did.”
“Well, there’s something mighty
strange way name of it somewhere.”
“So there is. 1 hadn't a watch nor a
d—d cent to be robbed of, and I got
out on tire last car of a long freight
train.”— -Aw# Yvr'c Sun.
Sound-Shadows.
Still more interesting than the exne-'-
ments of Colladon were those made ..i
the Bay of San Francisco in 1874 by >
feasor John Le Conte and his sou. _Vir.
Julian Le Conte. The source of sound
was not such as would give a definite,
pitch, like a bell, hut the ipiick. violent,
single impulse due to the explosion ci
dynamite employed in the blasting of
rocks which obstructed the channels. The
intensity of the shock thus propagated
was such as to be felt as a blow on the
feet of a person seated in a boat three
hundred feet or more from the detonating
cartridge, and to kill hundreds of tisb.
Several vertical posts or piles, each about
a foot in diameter, projected from the
ground out of the water in the ueighbo: - -
.iood. A stout glass bottle was suspended
in the water about a foot in the rear of
one of these pile-, withiu the geometric
shadow determined by lines supposed to
be drawn from the cartridge forty feet
horizontally away. The bottle was per
fectly protected from the shock of the ex
plosion. It was then put in front of the
pile. The first shock shivered it into
hundreds of fragments. Other bottles,
some filled with air aud some with water,
were similarly exposed in various direc
tions around the pile, and with the same
result—destruction, except when within
the protecting shadow. The experiments
were varied by immersing stout glass
tubes, incased in thick paper, horizontally
across the direction of the sound-rays iu
water, between two piles which were
aligned with the dynamite cartridge.
These piles were twelve feet apart, the
nearer one being forty fc. t from the car
tridge. Its shadow, therefore, just cov
ered the second pile, and included the in
termediats water, with the middle part
of each tube. After an explosion these
protected parts were found to be un
broken. while the cads which projected
oa the two sides beyond the shadow were
completely shattered. The boundary be
tween the regions of shadow and noise
was sharply defined on the tubes, even at
a distance of twelve feet behind the pro
j tecting pile.— Popular Science Monthly.
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Petition for Receiver.
A. W. Pratt et. al. -j Petiti?n tor Re .
Cartersville Steel !>, .TfITfJL
and Furnace Cos. [ l,l Bartow Superior
et al j t-ourt.
IT BEING MADE TO APPEAR
that bv the return of the sheriff, the
Cartersville Steel and Furnace compa
ny, one of the defendants in the above
stated case, does not reside in this coun
ty; and it further appearing that said
Cartersville Steel and Furnace company
does not reside in this state. It is there
fore ordered that the said defendant,
the Cartersville Steel and Furnace com
pany, appear and answer at the next
term of the superior court of Bartow
county, Georgia, or that the case as to
the said Cartersville Steel and Furnace
Company be considered in default and
the plaintiff alloYved to proceed and that
tiffs brdfcr be published once a month
for four moots, as required by law. This
SecrfeYubbr 11,1889.
Will J. Winn,
JiujgeS, C. B. R. C.
A, true extnact from the minutes of
B&rtow Superior Court.
F. M. Durham,
sept!2-eow-4m Clerk.
CARTERSVILLE
Water Works Comp’y,
Having bought out the
Plumbing Business
Of Bennet <t Boardman we are now pre
pared to do all kinds of PLUMBING in
first class style and in a workmanlike
manner.
Parties who contemplate putting Pip
ing in their dwellings and stores will
please notify Mr. M. N. DRIGGERS,
Superintendent, who will give prompt
attention.
Cartersville Water Works Cos.
oct24-tf Cartersville, Ga.
Tax Collector’s Notice.
I will be at the following named places
on the days mentioned below for the
purpose of collecting state and county
taxes for the year 1889. Rate per cent.,
eight dollars and fifty cents (8.50) on the
thousand.
Cartersville —October 14; November 1,
25: December 3, 10,11, 12, 13.
Euharlee—October 15; November 4,18.
Taylorsville—October 16; November
6, 20.
Iron Ilill—October 17; November 5,21.
Kingston—October 18,30; November 22.
Cassville—October 19,31: November 23.
Emerson—October 21: November 7, 26.
Allatoona—October 22; Novemberß,27.
Stamp Creek —October 23; November
11, 28.
Wolf Pen—October 24; November 12,
29.
Pine Log—October 25; November 13;
December^.
Salacoa—October 26; November 30.
Sixth—October 28; November 14; De
cember 7.
Adairsville—October 29; November 15;
December 6.
SUlosboro—November 19.
Hall’s Mill—December 5.
As I have put the time off as late as I
possiblv could, I hope every tax-payor
will pay up promptly, as fi. has. will bo
issued after the dates have expired. The
law' requires me to register the legal
voters when they pay their tax. This
takes time. So and. -n’t "put off paying till
the last days at the court house.
J. F. LINN,
Tax Collector Bartow County, Ga.
I 'any dealer say* lie hu the W. E. DooflM
(hue* without name and prlco •tamped CB
the bottom, put him down aa a fraud.
$3 SHOE GENTLEMEN.
84.00 HAN 11-SKWKU WFXI SI Oh.
83.50 POLICE ANT> FARMERS SHOE.
83.50 EXTRA VALUE CALI SHOE.
83.35 WORKINGMAN'S SHOE. ~a
83.00 and 81.75 BOYS’ SCHOOL SHOES
All made in Congress, Button ana uace.
W. L. DOUGLAS
S3 SHOE l a dTe 8.
Beat Material. Beat Style. Best Fitting.
!i BROCKTON. MASS
FOR SALU RV
JAS. P. JONES, I W. E. RUCKETT,
C*rteridlle, G*. I Stilesboro, Ga.
(janlO-ly)