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IN THE SAME FIELD.
jl. Pollard Still in tlie Grocery Bus!
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x negg * ** mt th. “• S *“ e Stand ,
Good Thing, f or Chrlatma.
“Step into my grocery store up
town and make a note of the good
-things there and tell the readers of
the Journal all about it,” wa,j a
command which the reporter receiv
ed from that very clever gentleman,
Mr. I. L. Pollard, who for a number
of years h s sold groceries to the peo
pie of Harris cpunty, always to their
satisfaction.
The order was cheerfully obe,ed,
for next to eating of Pollard’s good
seeing them and telling of
them come next in the line of pleas
ure * His store is one of the prettiest
in Columbus, with large, beautiful
windows, but its most attractive fea
ture is the display of groceries upon
shelves and counters.
dutiful YP° n your right, as you enter, is a
display of fine candies, nuts
^id confectioneries. Pollard’s is
headnnartcrc in rv»i„r«k S ^° r r 1 , iese
goods. , He tt l has wholesale
a demand
for them that enables him to keen ^ a
fresh sunn) ^ v nl ways in stock. Any
thing . in . season, in this line, can be
had of him, and all of the best brands
His candies arc made from nnrp c„
ar and are fro/- fr^m fl Uk i ' / other ,
AeWrim,* .dnlt tra 0 , "ts. < ; I hey speak
, - e " ,
s -
,, ^ the
fectionenes 0 e and candy and con
upon the
side of the store as well are the finest
and purest canned 5 goods th-n th* 1 le
Una? ket affords
“V 1 g of*t t <ie t- best at 1 Guard's” has
“*"" v n a * blumbus proverb and
■ / for t not intend to lose his well
I" , ^ iQOXt putarion. In this day of
t •- * rants wed
'v*.a it ;s to remember
wbeve you car, get that which is
p u re. A pure arnc’e costs but a
n lore ; f a..}thing than that
is impure, and the manufac
fnrt-i iu> ii^s no more conscience
than to adulterate an article of food
is , ot either apt to bother hirnself concern’
mg tiie cleanliness or who.e
someness of the adulterant he uses.
T si a? , (iioon , to the goods referred
to, Mi. tgollard keeps a complete
stoc k ol oeavy groceries and family
supplies. He buys to the very best
a<l. u lage, for cash, of first hands j„
|a/.7e ‘ 5
n.,u and i handles . „
h i g »p c the smallest margin of
P roil u I „ W,u p iy \ ou to examine
hi*s slock and ger his prices before
buyu g elsewhere*
Kcmember tth.t he has groceries at
inc clii stan op; osite toe Express
and that his sujck is. larger
ihan • ? r b ioie.
• • t>. ar s ort bat t! J Edg of 0«»
,
..u» ‘f O.-c H j i ctH r> bis
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k • (i ► tl I f S,
The sue of so e« t tti»- Hgents euu
& • K;c. mo d vn
O au w Rsaiil ;bi
; ents , a: t t? hh L ^h . $20
>.-n i Ih^irpr fils
V ■ 8 •i'iO a»ii $50 — t ven
* 4 - b s tate to tell joo the
Of U Wil r cely believe
r Vv i ffat oi and see
... Le; w;i. do for }oa.
STRAYED AWAY.
Haaany one seen a P^ r of eyes
As blue as the sea 'neat h Grecian sides,
Aud sn eet, rsi mouth, and tevthUte pwrlf
Well, they Wong to my little girl.
SS.mSC
I would give my life, were my life all bliss,
To fe ei again on my cheek her kiss.
She strayed away on a summer morn,
When only a ghost of a storm was born;
And it was born in her eyes of blue.
I don't know what in the world to do
Without her smile and her soft caress,
And her presence my days and life to bless.
She was so fair, delicious and sweet,
That my heart never knew 'tuns beneath be!
feet.
Oh, she was so sweet—and she was so fair,
With her lovely eyes, and her soft, warm hair!
( And her dear little hands, that fluttered so.
And in which the dimples would come and go
When she opened them wide, or shut them tighL
When love or storms made her pink or white. *
There is only this: l must pray to Him
To send her back in the twilight dim.
—John Ernest MeCann.
LAUREL CAME
“Oh, boys, how I wish I were going
with you!” and dainty Bess Fleming
perched herself disconsolately on the arm
of the lounge in what her brothers called
their “boudoir,” and gazed with big, wist
gray eyes on the animated scene before
~
her.
The festive preparations are indeed al
most enough to make one wish one had
l)een * X)rn a lx>v - Floor, chairs and table*
are covered with a choice but varied col
lection of hunting boots, fishing tackle,
entomologist’s paraphernalia of waxen
headed pins, chloroform bottles and but
terfly riots, favorite author’s, hammocks,
and other evidences of a “right royal
good time.” Tlie masculine occupants
of the room were all so very deeply en
grossed that their envious sister’s plain
five wish fell on almost unheeding ears.
Hal muttered: “ W-wish you eonld!”
^ om £ azec * a * her through the micro
scojie glass he was polishing, with an eye
enormously enlarged thereby, and smiled
in conscious masculine superiority; and
only good natured Steenie paused in his
struggle with his knapsack (which seem
ingly declined to accommodate his
blankets, a work on anatomy, a gossamer
coat and a dismembered gun) sufficiently
long to say with genuine brotherly ’ good
will:
“And you should go in a minute, Pop
ity—it would be worth ten seasons to you
—if it were not for Val Graham.”
“Val Graham! Who is lie? Let him
at home, then. To make coffee in
a dear liltIe kettle swung on three sticks,
astically. “Oh, I will go! What’s the
matter with Mr. Graham! Is he one of
your fossilized professors who would
petrify a simple maiden? I don’t care
what he is, you need not imagine I would
find x ™ e to *** * Wm. 1 (magnani
mouslv) won t mind him a bit.
.. B at, b-b-bless you, my child,” ejacn
lated Hal, energetically, “it’s not a ques
tion of whether you wouldn’t mind Val.
The boot is on the other leg. It’s Val
would i^ind you. There's some roman¬
tic story about his being brought up by
an uncle who had been cruelly treated by
some lovely flirt. Youthful affections
trampled on, and all that kind of thing.
Takes to the life of a hermit and edu
cates the ingenuous Valentine to regard
with horror the whole female sex. Val
would sooner face a ‘wenomous wiper’
than a woman, and I am confident that
if he suspected we meditated such treason
as the intro<iuction of the dreaded ele
ment, he would flee to the uttermost
parts of the earth rather tlian go with
us; and he the prime suggester of the
camping scheme, too! Lastly and finally,
how could such a* luxurious little lady
rough it with a lot of boys among the
jungles of New York state? It is impossi¬
ble.”
“Oh, you can say impossible; but I
ooald go and you would take me. if it
were not for that odious creature! How
I hate him!” cried Bess, stormilv.
“A letter for you, Mr. Stephen,’* and
the dignified butler steps solemnly over
the debris and looks with stern disap¬
proval at the disordered room.
“From Val himself, is it not, Steenie?”
asked Tom.
“Yes. Too bad he can’t go, after all
—attack of malarial fever—knows you
will have a jolly time. ‘Almost desperate
when I think of your starting without
me, j reads Steenie, disjointedly.
“Now I am going!” and Bess starts up
impetuously.
“How can you?”
“You’ll see. I'll take Martha to take
care of me. I'll be ready in an hour,
Martha and her budgets included,” and
Bess vanished like a small whirlwind,
leaving the trio too much astonished to
do aught but stare at each other in silence.
Did she accomplish it? Of course; what
other result was possible l3y to so much
energy ami spirit? the time the
others had finished their remarkable mas¬
culine packing, Bess bubbling over with
merry anticipation, was soothing the
dazed Martha, who was vibrating between
a feeling of gypsyish delight at what
seemed to her a mad escapade and gloomy
presentiments of inevitable rheumatism,
* * * * * *
The scene shifts to the wilds of the em
pire state and a camp established in their
depths. This is r*> mere fashionable
tabernacle in the wilderness, but a real
camp, with amateur cooks, with spicy
hemlock bed, and with a smoke blackened
kettle hanging over a snapping fire,
smoke of which curls lazily upward,
making misty the delicate tracery of
waving trees against the soft
sky, and the hammocks swinging
huge cocoons between the trees,
to drowsy repose.
A few yards away an unseen
brook tumbles its ice cold water into
rocky river, and the two sing together
low monotone, telling of fern
pools and gliding trout. Through
ways cut in the glossy laurel thicket
be seen the paths that the feet of
straying campers have already worn
the woodland haunts beyond.
But the glory of the camp is the
ture variously known as the ?‘house,
“shanty,” or “Laurel lodge.”
against a little knoll, its supports
trees, its roof of slabs (which the
little river obligingly strews along
banks from lumber regions
north), slopes almost to the ground at
back. Its sides are a thickly woven mat
of hemlock boughs, held in place by
horizontal boards. The facade of
building presents a portal of
proportions from which the portiere of*
gorgeous quilt (early English; is looped
aside, disclosing a floor of elalis,
knapsacks and stores and odorous region#
beyond. The dining room is a leafy
roof, under which a table is made with
the smooth side of tho ubiquitous slat
uppermost, the supports being trees
sawed off at the needed height. Along
the sides of the table seats are arranged,
and occupying these seats just at presen*
are the campers, finishing the noonday
meal and discussing with absorbing in¬
terest plans for securing a great store of
logs and planks winch Hteenie had dis¬
covered in a bend ol the river wedged in
among the rocks. To raft them down
and bring them in to add to the large
pile already drying a few feet from the
fire (protected by rkiny sloping slabs) against
tlie proverbial day, would be an
afternoon’s work for the boys. Careful
Martha, pail in hand, had started for ths
blackberry patch a few rods away.
Left to her own sweet company Miss
Fleming proceeded to enjoy herself in het
own way. With an armful of books
within reach, she ensconced herself in
her own particular hammock, with Czar
(who was evidently overburdened with ft
sense of hm responsibility in this unusual
gtate of affairs), very wide 03
on the g^d at her side,
Dipping here and there, now into one
' book, then into another, and varying the
monotony by occasionally slipping out to
replenish the fire, she finally liecame
enamored of “Hiawatha, * t and read
steadily to the end. Folding her idle lit¬
tle hands under her fanciful little head,
she was soon lost in a waking dream, in
a repose that was almost sleep. The
lofty trees were the forest primeval, the
“lodge” a wigwam, and she herself a
dusky maiden awaiting the return of the
stately red skinned warriors from the
chase.
She was roused from her reverie by a
low growl from the watchful Czar; in the
one moment she heard a crackling of
twigs, and the next saw, with startled
eyes, a masculine figure emerge from one
of the side paths and heard a surprised,
“I beg your pardon, madam, but I have
been wandering in this infer—this beastly
laurel thicket the greater part of the day.
Can you direct me to the ”
By this time Bess, fully awakened, had
decided with womanly intuition that the
intrudes was a gentleman in the highest
sense of the word, and noting the weari¬
ness in the quiet words and the steady
brown eyes, she rose quickly with hospit¬
able purpose intent, but with her
thoughts still tinged with “Hiawatha, * f
she said, whimsically:
“If the pale faced stranger tarry by
this camp fire until the warriors return,
they will guide him through the forest
to the wigwam he seeks.”
t ( I think I will not trouble you,” l>e
gan the other, uneasily; but the brave
daughter of the forest, made as usual
more determined by opposition, said
firmly:
“But the child of the bald headed eagle
will lie obeyed.” and seconded by Czar,
who was plainly divided between the con¬
flicting desire to sw ear eternal friendship
to the newcomer or to spring upon him
with fell intent, she motioned him to the
hammock she had just left.
Hess watched him with puzzled eves ns
he flung himself upon her cushions. See¬
ing the pallor about the firm mouth that
told of physical suffering, an inspiration,
horn of her experience as the sister of
three brothers, came to the rescue, and
with hopeful face she said: “Watch him,
Czar,” and moved quickly away.
In a few minutes the fragrant odor of
coffee was wafted to the straggler with
such reviving effect that he opened widely
his nearly closed eyes and gaze ! \\:t!i
deep interest on the busy figure at ff:o
fire before him. Aside from her occupa¬
tion, so pleasing to tho manly contempla¬
tion, the figure itself was well worthy of
study. The slim, lithe young form was
clothed in a dark green flannel, without
furbelows or snarls of any kind to per
plex the eye. Tho rebellious d;urk hair
hung in a heavy braid behind, and escaped
in wavy locks on the smooth forehead.
The lire lmd Hushed the sweet face that
was brooding w ith such absorbed expres¬
sion over the coffee pot.
In a second more the coffee ]*vt was
steaming on a hot stone by the fire, and
Miss Fleming disappeared in the direction
of the murmuring river, to reappear with
some bright little tin pails dripping with
cool water. From one of these some
trout were gayly sputtering over the coi 1
fire; then from a mysterious chest ap¬
peared fresh bread, and from other pails
golden butter, cream and blackberries,
and our traveler was soon partaking of a
most appetizing little repast, under which
reviving influence he forgot the embar¬
rassment that Iiad nearly consumed him.
Soon a responsive chord was struck by
two nature loving hearts, and they were
chatting like old friends. Bess produced
a curious bug that puzzled her natural
history, and the brown hair and the dark
bent over it. At this thrilling moment
the raftsmen, each with an armful of
planks, arrived on the scene, The biuio
gists turn. gentleman” began
“Bq**, this
