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IN THE SAME FIELD. jl. Pollard Still in tlie Grocery Bus! " 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 . 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