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pause. EKaxrsE, ponder? MS FILL STM OF GOODS IS DOW HERE! You will need a suit of Clothes, a Dress, or some Ladies and Gent’s Fufnishirrgs this winter, Aiiil Oiir Stock Has Never Before Shown site! a Variety. e/ \ve have Anticipated the Tariff and are Pre pared to Sell goods at “Free Wool" prices. All ffe Ask is a CareM Examination and Coiparison Our Line of Clothing is the Pest Fitting in the Market. BALL AND BE 60NVING6B ! Our Srocery Room is amp'y stocked with Provis ions, and will go at lowest prices. \\ e have taken especial pains in buying this large stock of goods and our customers will be given the benefit of our reduction in buving them. Stoves 'b±nzL"w^a,z?e ; , iim x*e IMla,trtxesses, EJ-fccl We also have in stock an endless variety of Furniture, Stoves, Tinware, Etc., all of which have been marked way down on account of the tariff. Our Furniture stock is replete with all the latest novelties, and we can suit you in both quality and prices We have stoves at your own price. They were bought cheap and must go the same way. VVe can tickle your fancy in Tinware, and not hall try. We have plenty of clerks to attend your wants, and a share of your patronage will be greatly appieciated by us. Very Truly Your Friends, ALMfIND, MOOR & ©O. l^ffirHEN the fields, y'/i! where once #ll® lie yellow and bare under the wan ing light of the year, it is fitting that we would muse upon the past, and, remembering the promise of spring, the beauty of summer and the fulfillment of autumn, should draw therefrom hope and inspiration for the future. Verily, the life of man is as that of the “grass which perisheth,” and the life of nations is the aggregate of the existence of its individuals, and all have within their death the germ of the after-existing. Not a root of en deavor and longing sinks down into eternity, drops its flower and seed and is forgotten of earth, but has its res urrection, and there is not a storm that bows the head nor a lightning flash that rends the soul with pain but carry on their wings radiance for the flower and vigor for the seed. The year over which now the ashes of rememurance are scattered has been to our nation a time of travail. B rom the hearthstone of the artisan have gone up the wail of hungry childhood and the prayer of destitute mothers. Ihe hammer and the anvil have been cov- nammer auu me - , , . ered with rust. The heart-beats of commerce have been so faint and feeble that timid souls, gazing from afar upon our afflicted nation, have cried that she was upon the verge of dissolution, that her proud edifices of Fraternal Love and Domestic Content were crumbling to the dust. The seasons have frowned upon the husbandman, and there has been distress east and west, north and south; fire and famine, flood and insurrection have touched the land, and yet the patriot people of our country, though still thrilling with the memory of recent grief can look up to Heaven and thank God for what the vear has brought. It is not in the sun light of prosperity that the sou izcs to the full its blessings, but only when it has just emerged from the Thadow of calamity is it ab e to prehend the chastening “wounds to heal. . A-rain has that lesson of the immu - bility of the law of progtcssivecrea- the “survival of the fittest been read by those who see in the events of each passing day the detail of the scheme by which the world is to be lifted to grander planes o t ou £ and action. The triumph vere barren were its teachings winds, sighing a °ve madness, l h r ri."ti P r£tteTnexp,icab.efn ; ? o,"wanton force, hear ns nM only the sound of weeping, they a with whispers of promise. Liberty, our mother, our goddess, our best be- , loved, smiles while the tear-drops are yet wet upon her cheeks. Law, ob scured for a moment by the gathering clouds, still stands in untarnished glory and dignity, her scepter touch ing the eastern and western seas, her garments brightening the whole land, as the light from the sacred veil, behind which was God, glorified the temple in days of old. Bowing our faces to the dust we offer up our thanks, and as we listen to the sweet-toned bells ringing out the familiar strains: “Praise the Lord, all ye people, worship Ilim in the beauty of holiness,” our souls echo the sounds. Our harvest may be scanty, the glean ers have returned with sing ing, but the breast of earth and of futurity will yield to us treasure all the richer for the present hoarding; gladder because we have learned our lesson aright; sweeter, for the fruit will have been ripened by the storm as well as the sun. We take our little ones by the hand and leading them forth, point to the barren fields, and say: “Remem ber, oh, my son, the chastening of the Lord; be wise, oh, my daughter, with the wisdom of sorrow, and forget not ; the thank-offering that is more grate ful to deity than the wealth laid on golden altars. High resolves for the future; repentance for the mistakes of the past; loyalty to the teachings of our fathers who sealed their faith in our country's destiny with their blood; the cherishing of the ideals that have raised men from primordial chaos and will elevate them to ideal excellence; ; these, oh, my children, be thy offer ings!” Gratitude which has within it no renunciation of self, no striving after reciprocal virtue as far as it lies within human power, no soul dedication, is as barren as the fallow fields, as unfruit ful as the thorns and thistles. A TRUE PROPHET. Turkey— Well, 1 declare 1 . This thing will be the death of me!-Puck Thanksgiving Wisdom. n „ t u rkev may well make you While to win a fine turkey may gl .. „ ..... neem to baffle- Is the one you win at the -judge The Only One. Hojack-AreyougoingtotheThanks giving-day ball 0 Tomdik- What ball? Bojack- Football Judga sy ty ty- ty —ty 'ss* VST c v r ~sS 3 " ~ t S r x S r ~ T S r 'v 3 c is r ~ x S r "* >*“ x & r CLOIEIHB' i}, Hu New York Store’s SPaCIAL clothing sals or until all is taken, will be found on our Barg air Counters some of the biggest drives in clothing ever seen in Jackson. We only ask you to look, and convince yourself, as each suit will he marked in plain figures and within ihe reach of all. We realize that the times demand it, and the season is nearing a close We make this sacrifice to reduce our stock before taking- inventory. Give this department a call, whether you want a suit or not, you will see how cheap we sell, aud you cau tell your neighbor where to go. Clothing. Our bovs’ SI.OO suit. Our boy 9' 1.25 suit. Our boys’ 1.50 suit. Our boys’ 1,75 suit. Our boys’ 2.00 suit. Our boys’ 2.50 suit. " All thrown on rhe side counter in a pile for SI.OO, all sizes. The boys suit lor $2 75. These are only a few things we mention espe cially. Remember that we carry a complete line of the finer grades ia the latest styles in Men’s and boy’s. We are anxious to show you clothing. THE CARMICHAEL COMPANY. DESTROCTION of POMPEII, You n- ed not expect some thing for nothing. Don’t allow the talk of hard times to persuade you to hegleet Your lnsnrancE \s Fire has no lespect for hard times nor persons. Spend your money judicious ly. Insure Your Interest again t Destruction by Fire. I sell you Best Grades of COAL, To make your homes comic rt able, at Hard Time prices. (See) GEO. CARMICHAEL, With S B Kinard- Clothing. The bo* s’ suit tor 3 00. The boys’ suit for 3 50. The boys’ suit for 4.00. All in one piio for $2 50, Come quick or thev will go. Our youth,s coats now $1.49. Our youth’s suit, see Die figure®, $2.49 Men’s suits reduced to $3.49. Men’s suits, al' sizes and -ivies, round and squaie cut for $3.99. (Irani Bargains For tie Next W at Colcn's! Tb Pmjls an iivM ta tall ail fcutin on Unit ail Frits Mutt % ail WE m SATSISFI You 11 Sin at least 25c on every Dollar you buy from us. Remember our goods are bought for “spot cash” which enables us to sell cheaper than those who buy and sell on credit. Here are some prices: 1250 yaids Indigo Blu and Turkey Red calico at LJ cents. 800 yards (to and Standard Calico at 4 cents. 1000 yards nice Dress Ginghams at 5 cts. 500 yards bonnet Ginghams at 4 l 2 ts. 15 pieces beautiful Sateens worth 9c. at sc. 1 bale Aliiriug at 3 1-2 cents worth sc. 1 bale Sheeting at 4 1 2 cents worth 7c. 20 pieces Heavv Drill at 5 1-2 cents. Canton Flannel good quality at 5$ cents. The best g ade Canton Flaunel at 7$ cents. 1 bale Cotton checks at 4 cents. 1 ba e best quality cotton checks at 5 cts. 5 pieces worsted at 8 cents worth 121 cts. 6 pieces all wool Die* s Flannels at 25 cts. worth 50 cents. All wool Red Twill Flannels at 20 cents womb 35 cents. We Have Many More Bargains to offer You but haven't space to mention them here. Come and. get these Bargains BEFORE THEY ARE GONE. Respectfully, R. COHEN. Clothing. Men’s.—That all wool Black Chev iot suit that has been such a win ner, on the block now with the rest at $4.99. We have the cheviots, all wool, guar anteed, all sizes, round and square cuts, worth $8.50, for the next 20 days will bring $5.55. Look for that overcoat marked in plain figures $1.98, was $3.50. Red Flannels at 12$ cts. worth 25 cents. Jeaiics at 10-. sold elsewhere tor 15c. Joanns tit 12$ •. sold elsewhere for 20c. leanes at 15-. sold el sew hr re lor 25c. J.-ant sat 19 *. sold el*cwner for 30c. Jcaiiesai 22c. sold elsewhere tor 33c. Specialties in .leaner pants at 50c. per pair can’t bought tor less than 75c. All wool .leaner P.ntsat 65c. wrtli $1 .1 janes Pan's at 9J\ worth 1.50. All wool Cassini -re Pants at 1.25 worth 2.25 Fine Sunday Pants at 1.75 worth 4. We will put on sale special bargains foe the lux' week, 85 pair all wool pants a< 145 some are worth 2.50 and 3.50. THE EDITOR’S THANKSGIVING BY TOM P. MORGAN. “Wliat have I to be thankful for?” mused the able editor of the llawville Clarion, one Thanksgiving day The bore —for every country editor's sanctum has its bore, just as much as every dog has a tail, and, in reality, more so. If a dog is deprived of his tail he will never, never get an other, but if a newspaper office loses its bore his place is soon filled by a suc cessor. The particular bore that infested the Clarion office was like the bore that in fests every other country newspaper office. He came day after day, and sat and gabbed and blabbed and spat and blew where he listed. Upon this oc casion he was engaged in the arduous task of overhauling the editor’s barrel of exchanges. Whatever it was that he wanted to find, it was always at the bottom of the barrel. When he dug down in the barrel and turned the bot tom part of its contents up to the top, the particular periodical that he yearned for was still at the bottom. Meanwhile, the editor, grown callous to the presence of the bore, mused sadly: ‘ Man wants but little here below— and generally gets it. What have I to be thankful for?” Times had gone hardly with him dur ing the past summer and autumn. The pawpaw crop had been a total failure, and he had not seen a complimentary ticket to a circus in many moons. He i had not received a dollar on subscrip tion all the week, nor a peck of coun try produce since early in the month. “Vox Populi,” his trusted correspond ent, had risen against him two or three times recently and unblushingly ad vocated theories diametrically anti gaddling, so to speak, to the political policy of the editorial side of the paper. This had lost him subscribers. Things had gone from bad to worse till now he was down to zero in finances and feelings. Recently the wife of his bosom had eloped with a man who owed him eighteen dollars, leaving the editor with three small red-headed children on his hands. And now, as if fate, having gotten him down, was desirous of dancing on IMMERSED IN ▲ BARREI. OF EXCHANGES. his neck, only last night a delegation 25 men’s coats at 1.50 worth 3.00. Our line of Men’s Suit* are complete pi ices from 3.50 to 12 50. Men’s Shirts at 16r. worth 30c. Men’s all w 00l Red Flannel Shirts at 60c. worth 1.00. in fact all kinds of men’s an l hoi s shirts at prices that will pa rail 7. e our competitors. Ladies fast black hose at sc. A better quality a* 10c. Men’s half hose at sc. Handkerchiefs a* 2 1-2, 5, 10, and lc. Laities Shoes from 65 *. up to 2.50. Men’s brogans from 65c. to 1.00. Men’s Sunday slices at 1.00 and sl. worth $1.75, of the reform committee had broken into the office and embezzled the resi due of his ink and used it in tar and feathering a superfluous citizen who was not a subscriber. The red-headed children were crying for bread, and so the editor took them out and seated them on the fence posts, in the hope that the red-headed wood peckers would be struck by the family resemblance and feed them. During the absence of the editor a large man. dressed in a beetling frown and a huge aquatic-elm club, strode into the office. The bore’s head was still immersed in the barrel of ex changes, and, as all men look much alike in that attitude, the visitor nat urally mistook the bore for the editor and fell upon him with the club just mentioned. It is sufficient to say that the largo man pounded the bore down into the barrel well nigh to the bottom, tamped him in firmly and departed whistling a merry lay. When the editor returned and had broken open the barrel and gazed upon the quivering carcass of the bore, he lifted his hands on high and cried: “I am thankful from the bottom of my soul for what I didn’t get!” * HE WAS PEKFECTL-Y SAFE. r "■ ■ ll The Dog—Well, I’d just like ter see anyone eat me on Thanksgiving day, that’s all!—Life. Warding Off the Evil. “John,” said Mrs. Wildspruce, with affected nonchalance, “do you smoke strong or mild cigars?” “Um!” responded Mr. Wildspruce, speaking with marked emphasis, “after December 25 I mean to give up smoking altogether.”—Chicago Record. Thaufe.. The scythe of the mower—lts music Is o'er— ' The fruits of the harvest are gathered In store. Abundant reward for a season of toil The earth has returned from her generous soil. And now. with the autumn leaves o'er her breast. She turns to the sleep of renewal and rest. While we. with her bounties heaped high on the board. Pass round the good fare and the jubilant word With thankfulest laughter, with merriest cheer. And share with each other the gifts of the year —Mrs. George Archibald, in Judge. The Dyspeptic’s Song. Thanksgiving day has come again; The table groans with toothsome food; And were it not for Friday's pain. That always treads on Thursday s train. I should be fall of gratitude —Harper’s Bazar —Swallows been met with at sea over 1,000 mile* from any land. They were probably driven from land by storms.