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THE BAD BOY AND HIS PA.
THE SOY Tit I EH TO PLAY PRODIGAL
HON.
ImK-ail of n Failed Fall He fiefs Kicked
with leaded Calf-Skin.
(From the Milwaukee Sun.l
“Hello, got back again, have you?”
said the groceryman to the bail l>oy, as
lie came in the 'store looking tired, with
his clothes soiled, and a general appear¬
ance of having l»een sleeping in freight
cars with cattle. “Your pa told me he ex¬
pected you had run away for good and
that you might not come back. Wliero
you Iteen ?"
“Chicago,” said the boy, as lie took
out a i( awl stabber knife and proceeded
to take the ulster off a smoked herring.
“Been playing Prodigal Bon in two acts.
But times have changed since that young
fellow in the Bible went off on a tear
and came back and the old folks killed a
young cow for him to eat, and fell on
iiis shirt collar and cried down the back
of his neck. They don’t receive prodi¬
gal wms that wav in our ward. They
fill a prodigal son’s coat tails full of boots
and he can’t find cold veal enough in the
house to make, a sandwich.”
“J thought your folks were pious and
would 1*5 inclined to overlook anything,”
eaid the grooeryman, as he charged the
herring and crackers to the bad boy’s
father. ‘ ‘You don't mean to tell me they
•went back on the teachings of the good
book, and warmed your jacket ?”
“You have guessed it the first time?”
said the boy. “This prodigal sou in busi¬
ness is all right in theory, but prac¬
tice it’s a deail failure. You see, at Sun¬
day school the lesson was about the
prodigal son, and the minister told us all
about how the boy took all the money
he could scrape up and went away to a
distant country and painted the towns
aped, and spout his money like a country¬
man at a circus, and how lie took in all
the sights, and got broke, and got buu
•gry and took a job at the stock yards
feeding io pigs, and be was so hungry lie
used help the pig cat their rations,
•nd finally he thought of his home,
where they had pie and lie went home
.expecting to be fired out, but his pa was
tickled io see bim, and set up a free
lunch of calf oil tin- half shell, and
hu gged the boy and made him feci
bully. When we lesson, got home pa and ma
talked about the nnd pit said it
was one of the most told touching thiugs he
ever hear*!, and me to think of it.
and it would do me good. Well, the
more I thought of it the more I felt like
trying the prodigal business on, and [
told my chum alsmt it, and he said lie
hadn't Imd any vacation and lie would
gooff prodigaling with me if 1 would go,
and we could see the country, and have
a good time and come buck and be re¬
ceived with ojsni arms. Well, we got
all our money together and a hraketuan
on a freight his wife I min sings that in goes the to choir, our church, ho hid
cause
us in the cuhoosc, and we went to Chi¬
cago. Oh, my 1 but we had a good
tune. I never saw moaev wither the
it did with us. We eat about twenty
arms a day, the first two days, and then
our u[i[M-tites left us, because we didn’t
hnvc any more money. The first two
nights we slept in a two shilling lodging
house, the third night we walked around
and the fourth night we shqE in the po¬
lice station. When our money was
gone half the lun was gone. If a fellow
can walk around with money in his
pocket, lie feels good, even if he don’t
want to buy anything, but when and the
money is gone, ho feels bad, wants
to buy lots of things. We waited two
dais for our brakemnn, and when wo
got on his train he put traded us in ncuttlocar,
and it was vile. I my collar
button for a postal card, and wrote to pa
that the prodigal would put in on ap¬
pearance at 9 p. m., amt for him to pre¬
pare to fall on my neck, and to send
down to the meat market for a hind
quarter of fatted ead, and have plenty
of gravy. Vou wouldn’t believe it, liut
there Wus ho carriage irt the depot, and
wo lmd to walk home. I could have
overlooked that, if there hud been any¬
thing to cut when I got to the house,
but. there wasn't enough for a canary
bird. I’s was there, however, and I was
just going to hold out my neck for jar to
get on to weep, when lie grabbed it
with Ins hand and came near twisting it
off, and then he turned uio around and
began to play the bass drum on my
clothes with iiis feet. I never was so
annoyed in all my life, honestly. It was
not the treatment I had a right to ex¬
pect, after they had told me about the
prodigal son of ancient times. As quick
as I could catch my breath I asked pa
what he thought the prodigal son of the
Bible times would have thought if his
pa had mauled him when he came home,
and what kind of a story it would have
(node, if it hud told about the old man
taking him bv the neck and kicking him
*11 over the room instead of falling on
his ueok and weeping, and giving him a
Veal p t pie. I‘a said ho wasn't rmmiug
anv old back number prodigal sons, and
he thought his way w as the la-st, and
he sent mo to Uni without any supper.
That si files the prodigal business with
Ht/mt rv. No more fatted calf for Hank,
if you please,” and tin' boy got up and
■hook the herring peelings off his lap.
“Well, how dnl your chum come
out?” asked tiie grocery man, with much
inter; st.
“ Oh, he hasn't come out yet. He is
in the lockup,” said the hoy. •• His ma
put the police onto him, and when he
•bowed up they run him into the police
station for a tramp. I think we have
both demonstrated tlmt this climate
dor* not agree with the prodigal busi¬
ness, and however much they may try
io teach us the beauties of such stories,
they do not expect us to try and imitate
them. When 1 go to Chicago after this
I shall go in a parlor car. with lunch
enough to last me, and a return ticket.
I dou’t understand it at all. Now I did
not do half the mean things in Chicago
that the Prodigal son of old did iu the
far off country, and yet he get taffy
•rben lie got home, and I got my spine
Ivoke. It may be all right, but they do
-things different in the old eouutry, you
« If I understand the kind of a Prodi
gaj son vou are,” said the grocery man.
m he sprinkled the floor from a wash
••ein, preparatory to the semi-annual
sweeping out, “you have got even with
your pa before this, for his outrageous
treatment. That is, mind you, I don’i
suggest anything for you to play on him.
hut from what I know of yon, the ac
count is evened up before now. Am T
right?” Well, I should remark. Any
person
who thinks I cannot resent such an in¬
sult, makes a mistake as to the sort of u
prodigal son I am. We had company at
dinner to-day, and pa is always in his
element when we have company, lie
prides himself on In's carving. We had
a roast of beef, and before it went oi
the table I took the steel that pa sharp¬
ens the carving knife on, and made two
holes right through the roast, and then
1 took a rawhide whip that pa basted me
with once, cut it in two, and run pieces
of the rawhide in the holes of the l>eef.
Pa began carving with a smile, and
asked the minister if he would have his
beef rare, or an outside piece. He was
bearing tiie. gently on the carving knife,
when knife struck the rawhide and
it wouldn’t go any further, Pa smiled
and said im guessed lie had struck a
barbed wire fence, and he turned tin
roast around and cut again, and he struck
the rawhide. The minister drummed
witli his fork and spoke to ma and said
‘ we had a splendid meeting Wednesday
night,’ and and ma said it was perfectly anil
gorgeous, pa began to perspire
turn red in (lie face, and he said some
words that would sound better in a
brewery, and he tried to gouge off some
meat, but it wouldn’t come, and the
minister said, ‘ Brother, you seem to he
having a monkey and a parrot time with
that roast,’ and that made pa mad and
lie said he could carve his own meat
without any sky pilot's interference, and
ma Haid, ‘ Why, pa, you should not be
impudent,’ and that pa sold said him lie that could piece whip of
the butcher
work ox, and lie sent the beef out to
the kitchen and the company ate cold
liver. The girl set the meat in the ice
chest, and pretty soon I went down cel¬
lar, ’cause I didn’t like cold liver, and
[lulled out the rawhide, and f had all
•ho fatted calf 1 wanted, and I gave the
rest to tlmt lanae dog you see me have
here a spell ago. Oil, a boy can get
enough to eat if lie has got any origi¬
nality about him. f think it pa would
show a Christian spirit, and wear slip¬
pers when he kicks me, I would do any¬
thing to make it pleaeant for him, but
when a man wears out hunting boots on
his own dear little prodigal, I think the
prodigal is apt to get hard. Don’t
you ?”
The grocery man admitted that per¬
haps the boy was right, and ho raised
such a dust sweeping out that the boy
coughed, took a few peaches off the top
of a basnet, again, and went foreign out whistling, shore.”
“ Home fiom a
A Novelist’s Terrible Dentil.
Mrs. Julia P. Smith, the authoress, iier of
Hartford, Conn., who was killed at
summer residence in New Hartford late¬
ly, was driving about the grounds sur¬
rounding her beautiful home preparatory
Ui taking her husband to Hartford, as
Wtls her custom every morning. The
groom had hitched up a horse which
Mrs. Smith had not previously driven.
In going around the park the animal
viciously took the bit between his teeth
and bolted. Mrs. Smith was unable to
control him, and ho dashed between two
trees, one of which the carriage struck
with great violence. The vehicle was
wrecked nnd Mrs. Smith was thrown
violently to the ground. A boulder
happened to lie directly the in the way.
Her face encountered rock and was
so terribly larceruted that the doctor wlio
was summoned was unable to speak of
the severity of the injuries with stiff!
eient emphasis. Mrs. Smith's features
wore horribly mutilated. The groom
was made aware of the accident by hear
tug the noise, and lie immediately he ran to
Mrs. Smith's assistance, but was o!
no service. Her husband was also at
the spot immediately afterward. He was
ncarly prostrated with grief. Mrs. Smith
died immediately after t he accident. She
w us about 50 veins old, and was are
markahly intelligent woman with an in
tense love for literature. Among the
most popular of her works are “ Widow
Goldsiuitli's Daughter,” “Chris mid
Otho,” “The Widower,” “ The Married
Hello.” and “ Courting and Goldsmith's Farming.”
\t the time “The Widow
Daughter” was published demand. it was very
popular and was in great The
characters in this work were generally
Hart ford people. Mrs. Smith lmd four
daughters. Those who survive her ar
Fannie, Chnrlotta and Nellie, the latter
being the wife of \V. W. F.llisworth, ot
New York. Mrs. Smith lived iu Hart-
35 years. She resided at Chestnut and
Ed ward streets. Her daughters, under
her guidance, were the organizers of the
Saturday Club, composed of young ladies
am! designed for literary pursuits and
culture.
The Kr< .-it.: Outlook.
"How is it that yon are not at the sea¬
shore this summer, Mrs. Fussanfeather?”
said Mrs. Yeast to that lady, whom she
met in the market the other morning.
“Oh, my husband says lie can’t afford
it,” replied the lady addressed, taking a
jtoaeh from the basket and biting into
it just to see if it was ripe.
“But you were at Long Branch last
summer,” continued Mrs. purchase* Yeast, laying
down the money for tiie she
had just made.
“Yes, we spoilt last summer at Long
Blanch, but business was better i.ast
vear than it has been this,” said Mrs.
F., “Why, trying another peach.
my husband says business is
a great deal ''otter this vear than it was
last year.” remarked Mr Yeast, a little
surprised.
“Well, it may be bet ter in some
branches of trade,” said Mrs. Fnssan
feather, making a cavity into her third
sample peach: “but I know lost year my
husband faded and only had to pay ten
cents on the dollar. This year he has
Won obliged to pay cash for everything,
and of course he has had no opportunity
to fail. Warm to-day, isn’t it.”— Yonkers
Statesman.
Whenever you commend, add youi
reasons for doing so; it is this which dis¬
tinguishes the approbation of a man ot
sense from the flattery of sycophant
and admiration of fools.
THE JOKERS’ BUDGET.
tVlIAT WE FIND H THE HUMOROl'*
papers to laugh over.
A CHANCE FOR EXPANSION.
A commercial traveler dropped off tlu
train in a small Western village, and
upon getting into the ’bus, was driven
about three miles to the hotel.
“Is this town incorporated?” he
finally inquired of the hotel runner who
was the only other occupant of the ’bus.
“N T n.”
“Why don’t you incorporate ? If yon
did vou would have a town bigger tliai
New York .”—Texas Siftings.
Patrick’s philosophy.
“Look here, Pat,” saida real estate
owner, “you’ve got to move or pay your
rent.”
“Be jaliers, T’Jl do naytner.”
“Well, I’ll show you.”
“Now, don't be afther talkin’ that
way, Misther Brownin; lit ush raison
awhile togither. Af yez put me out by
lah, it will cost yez sixh dollars an sixhty
cints, an’ af yez move ma out ycrself Now, it
will cost yez only foor dollars.
phut will yez do?”
The owner sent a team around and
moved him .—Merchant Traveler.
warranting his integrity.
A man at the Central Market Was in
need of a boy to assist him at his peanut
stand, and in some way it became known
to a colored man on Calhoun street. Yes¬
terday morning he put in an appearance,
:iccompanied by his boy, a lad of twelve,
and applied for boy the place. road and write?”
“Can your
asked the peanut sail.” man.
“He kin,
“Is he willing and industrious?”
“He am dat.”
“Can you guarantee his integrity?”
“I—I—dat’s a leetle mixed, boss.
Does you refer to his gittin’ up airly?”
“ T . refer to his honesty. If I should
leave him in charge here for several
hours would he abuse my confidence?”
“Well, sail,” said the man as he walked
around the stand to see how it closed tip.
“if youshet down the kiver an' turn de
key an’ leave dat boy on de clia’r heah
will integrity plenty of apples to prominentest oat, I’ll warrant
his agin de man
hi Detroit .”—Free Frees.
COULD NOT BE CRUSHED.
She was complaining about the Browns.
She said that Mrs. Brown was shoddy,
vulgar and illiterate, and the young
women wore silly, impudent, and put¬
ting on altogether too many airs.
“They should be crushed,” said Mrs.
Foggs. "Indeed they should,” added Mrs.
Scruggs. shall crush tjiem,” contin¬
“And we
ued the first. “Brown is iu the pickle
trade.”
“Aha !” from two voices.
“We three will form a syndicate to
purchase all the cucumbers iu the
country." “We will !” in chorus.
“We’ll force up prices, bust Brown!
and crowd lii» family hack where/ it be
longs.” Splendid!”
“Splendid! will—but hold ! Alas !
“A"d we on
We are undone. Come to think of it,
Brown doesn’t use the real cumber iu
his trade, but has ’em made to order
out of gutta-percha. Ladies, we can’t
compete with machinery. Let us be
satisfied with snubbing the Browns.”
To Get Kid of the Tramp.
Judge Gifford, of the County Court of
Westchester, is said to intend proposing
to the Board of Supervisors that a w or li¬
bouse be built and to it be sent every
vagrant who sets foot in the county, the
said vagrant to be compelled practical to'Cam plan his
living. This is the most
v ,.[ devised for ridding the principal up
pi-oacli to New York of the tramp,
Some of the laws against vagrancy are
iSrV ere enough to be inhuman; others re
quire moro jails and lockups than the
towns possess, but a workhouse, prop
,rly managed, will be exactly the thing,
[t need not be very large or costly,
cither, for as soon as the tramps learn
,,f j[ s completion - and they have a mur
vellonsly quick ear for news concerning
themselves—they will cease to infest
Westchester county. Then other coun
ties, lor self-protection, may be obliged
to build similar workhouses, but the
rura i taxpayers will uot grumble; any
nian will pay handsomely for the assnr
since that his family will burly no longer be
[l ightened or insulted by vagrants.
they must suffer.
The proprietor of a restaurant was
recently discovered looking as though
he had lost the last friend in the world,
sighing heavily, and apparently about
to shed tears.
“What is the cause of your grief?”
inquired a customer.
The melancholy man explained that
several gentlemen had ordered splendid
dinners, and having gorged themselves
to their hearts’ content, had dropped
out without paying for them, and the
unfortunate restaurant man completely
broke down at the magnitude of his
misfortune.
“It's pretty bad,” said the sympathiz¬
ing customer, “but don't take on so
about it; you will weather the crisis.”
“Ah !” replied the proprietor, smiling
through his tears, “I’m not losing any
money by the transaction, I never
weep over my own misfortunes, I am
crying now on whose account of my head
waiter, the out from of the salary I shall He de¬
duet amount loss, is a
poor man with a Urge family to support,
and they will suffer iu consequence oi
ill*' loss. T ean easily stand my own
sufferings, but it completely unmans me
to know that women and children have
ti' suffer.
STOKELY & MOORE.
COTTON FACTORS & COMMISSION MERCHANTS,
115 JACKSON STREET,
-A.TT GTJSTA, GA.
We give our personal attention to weighing and sale of Cotton. Consign,
MY.NTS SOLKITKD. - aug-J-OIU
MANX WATCH CHAINS.
A young man with two watch chains
across his vest bearded a Woodward
avenue car at two o’clock the other after
noon. Among the passengers was an old
woman who had been inquiring crossing. about
taking the Bay City train at the
She looked across at the young man with
great interest for a minute or two and
then said: valuable,
“Your time mu3t be very
young man. ”
He bowed and mumbled something
which she could n^.t catch, and leaning
forward she asked:
“I s’pose one o’ them watches is for
when you go down, and the other is for
when you come up, eh ?”
“He shifted around to look out of the
window, and, seeming vexed at hia want
of courtesy, she continued:
“Seems to me it would be cheaper to
hitch an eight-day clock_ to your shirt
bosom.”
He didn’t reply to that, either, and
tapping him on the knee with the handle
of the umbrella, she inquired: Bay
“Young man, I wan’t to catch the
City train.”
“Yes’m. ”
*. What time is it by all your watch
chains ?”
“I—I—about two o'clock!” he stam¬
mered.
“You didn’t look. Come, now, here’s
an old bull’s eye that’s been in the fami¬
ly forty-eight years and never had an
inch of brass chain hitched tc it. I’ll
bet it shows the right time nearer than
anything you’ve got.” watch almost large
She hauled out a as
as a sftucer and rattled it around and
waved it about, and as he slid along the
seat toward the door she said:
“I’d let them chains run down and
hitch to your boot-straps ! Any young
man as will go and toggle himse’f up
and criss-cross his breast with chains
and spangles must have got strayed
away from some twenty-five-cent returned, store,
and'wants to be identified and
Have you got baked ’taters hitched to
the pocket end ? Say--!”
But lie dropped off and fell down and
got np and got ewav before she could
further abuse him .—Detroit Free Press.
a “masher” punished.
Coming down the river from the Flats
the other day was a man about fifty-five, plug
years old, neatly dressed, white
hat, kid gloves, and appearing to be a
real nice man. As he was alone some
took him for a widower, while others
argued that he had been disappointed in
love in his early days and had never
married. But he was nice. He chuckled
to the babies, patted boys and girls on
the head, and sat right down among the
ladies and related all the Indian legends
of Lake St. Clair. Ever so many of
them said he was the nicest gentleman
they ever saw, and one little woman who
turned up her nose at the idea of his be¬
ing too sweet for anything was promptly
wilted When’the by a score of glances.
boat arrived at Detroit the
nice man with the white plug hat had
agreed to see a lady and two children
over to the Central Depot. Oh, no ! it
wouldn't be the least trouble to him.
On the contrary, he was delighted at
the privilege. He had a satchel in
either hand, and was in the crowd wait¬
ing for the gang-plank, when a the woman’s wharf:
voice was heard him—that's crying from the miserable
‘ ‘Yes, that’s
old deceiver !”
The nice man suddenly dropped both
satchels, and tried to push back, but the
crowd was so dense that he was pushed
along up the plank. He had no sooner
reached the wharf than his white hat
went sailing, and a voice hissed out:
“Had to go to Pontiac on business,
did you? This is the way to return
from Pontiac, is it ?”
He dropped the satchels again and
broke for the street, but she hit him
whack ! whack ! wliack ! with au um¬
brella, and called after him:
“It’s the first time you’ve had on
gloves in a year, and you’ve got your
whiskers died since morning ! Oh, you
base deceiver ! Here the children and
I haven’t had a square meal in two
weeks, and you are around playing
masher !”
“Give it to him !” cried a voice in the
crowd.
“Oh, you bet I will,” she replied. “I
saw him before lie did me, and lie
was trying to look purty and innocent,
as if lie hadn’t been married twenty
three children years and had seven of the ragged
>st iu Detroit.! I’ll sweeten him
—I’ll play masher till ho hasn’t u whole
hone left 1”
“You bet!”
“Yes, and you bet Which way did
he go? Who's got a club?” —M. Quad.
TAKING A HINT.
A rather superstitntions young ends of man, wis¬
who is fond of quoting fag
dom iu old sayings and maxims, was re¬
cently sitting by the girl of Ins choice
trying in vain to summon up courage
to pop the question. Every time tie
plunged in and said something approach¬
ing the subject, he would be seized with
a spell of h.rshfillness and would contort
his face as if about to have a fit. One
day he had proceeded as far as—“Sup¬
posing a young man should ask you to
-” Then he wrinkled his nose and
became silent.
“What is the matter with yonrnose?”
asked the young lady solicitously.
“Tickles. I must go and kiss a fool,
as the saying is.”
The girl smiled into Iiis face with
sweet innocence.
“Mother says I look like a fool some¬
times,” she said archly.
He had sense enough left to improve
the opportunity, and now he says that
actions sneak louder than words, and are
better, too
A good man's prayers will from the
deepest dungeons climb heaven's height
„n.I lwinsr a Messing down.
W. B. HOWARD, C. H. HOWARD, S. P. WEI ORB.
W. H. Howard & Sons,
Cottoq doiT|ir|ih^iori Merchants,
So. 20 Seventh (McIntosh) Street. SCGISTA. Gl.
Consignments of Cotton „nd other Produce Solicited. Orders tor baggin
and ties filled at lowest market Drices. aug 8-3m
Cotton Factor aid Commission Merchant 3
Warehouse and Salesroom. 101 McIntosh Street. Cor. Reynolds,
AUGUSTA, GEORGIA.
Will continue the business in its various branches. Advances of Bagging
and Ties and Family Supplies at lowest market prices. Liberal cash advan¬
ces made on Cotton and other Produce in store. Future transactions in Cot¬
ton, Stocks and Bonds done through my New York Correspondents when
desired. Consignments ot all Field and Farm Produce solicited. Personal
attention given to selling, weighing, sampling and storing all consignments.
aug24 ’83
JOHN W. WALLACE,
COTTON FACTOR.
At the Old Stand of Warren, Wallace & Co., 729 and 731 Reynolds Street,
Augusta, Georgia.
Strict Personal Attention given te Weighing and Selling Cotton. Bagging
and Ties, and Supplies furnished at Lowest Prices. Also agent for the cele¬
brated
HALL GIN.
Price© and Terms Satis factory.
aug 38-83 7
McCord & Foster,
Office and Warehouse, Campbell Street,
Between broad and Reynolds, > AUGUSTA GA.
Near the store of Z. McCord & Son j
Consignments solicited. Personal attention given to business. The instruc
(aug3-3m) tions of Consignors promptly obeyed.
FOR SALE!
Several second-hand engines, 4 and 6 horse power, in good order, prices
extremely low. Gullett and Barrett cotton gins, new and in perfect order, at
82.50 per saw, a reduction of ODe dollar per saw to close out stock. Two 50
saw Van Winkle gins, $2.00 per saw. One 50 saw Sawyer gin, $1.50 per saw.
Gilbert Steel Brush gins, $1.50 per saw, also a splendid power press, price
8140. Irons for power press, $110. Grist mills, 30 inch, $150 or 36 inch,
$190, other sizes in proportion. Agency for Ames engines. Address,
0. M. STONE, Agent, Augusta, Ga.
aug3-3m
J. M. BTTRPELL. CHAS. F. BAKER
J. M.BUHDELL&CO.
Ha Factors aid Craissioi Merchants
—Continue Business as Heretofore at the—
IgiUge Fire-lVool Warehouse.
No. 19 M< Intosh Street Augusta, Ga.
Strict Attention to all Consignments and Prompt Remittances.
aug3-3m
S. D. NILES. FRANK TRYON.
■rHfl m & 11Y0I,
Successors to33. 11.3333001Vr3HE3+iA_jD & OO
WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DEALERS IN'—
Dims, SasUlMs, Hatiware, Mini Paials
3G DECATUR S1REET, ATLANTA, GA.
The CHEAPEST House in Georgia. We keep always on hand a full line of
Builders’ Material ot all kinds. We are headquarters for everything in our
line and sell at Rock Bottom Prices. We solicit the trade of Taliaferro coun¬
ty and Middle Georgia. It' you need anything in the building line write to
us for prices. NILES & TRYON.
sen28 hm ATLANTA, GEORGIA.
W. N. MERCIER.
COTTON FACTOR
.. -A-KTID......
COM M I SSI0\ JilUiidHSiNT.
jSTo. 3 Warren I31ock,
AUGUSTA. GEORGIA.
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Persoral attention given to business. Liberal cash advances made on
Consignments. Close attention to Weights. Prompt Sales and Remittances
A FURNITURE BOOM!
JOHN NEAL & CO.
_WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DEALERS IS—
FURNITURE!
^Atlanta, Georgia.
Constantly have in stock and are receiving daily, everything in their line. Bed
steads. Bureau- of all kinds, Parlor Sets, Bed-room and Chamber Sets,
Wa nut, Mahoganv and Imitation Woods. Mat trasses, Spring
Beds. Chairs, tables, Sideboards, Looking Glasses, and
other things too numerous to mention.
When vou want anv ancle of FURNITURE, and want it good and cheap, call
on us. We keen the best °oods and se 1 at close margins.
JOHN NEAL & CO.
ep'28-om ml Si reel, Atlanta, Ga-