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BILL S “WILD KOSE.’*
The sun ■was setting in a sea of
rainbow hues behind the tall, gray,
peaked mountain tops, whose som
ber jaggedness here and there glint
ed brightly where Ihe golden shafts
of diaphanous sunbeam kissed them.
The lurid glow of the light of the
setting sun tilled the atmosphere
with a weird, tisry haze, the gray
ish yellow sand of the earth gleam
ed more golden, and the dark olive
of the umbrageous trees shone of
brighter green. A group of men
are clustered loungingly about the
door of Gruff ltoek tavern.
“It ain’t uutliin to none of us,”
one of the miners is saying, “ex
ceptin that what hurts Bill hurts
us. ”
“If Master David means wrong by
the girl,”another says, and his lists
clinch incidentally.
“Hoi’ on, Buck,” some ono inter
rupts him. “If in all the white
faced aristocracy there’s one gen’le
man, it’s Master David.”
“Gosh, I wonder it Bill knows?”
“Shut up, comrades! Hereheis.”
A form, uncommonly tall, stal
wart as an oak, straight as a pine,
advances toward the group. He
strides to a vacant chair iu silence.
There’s nothing prepossessingly
handsome about this gruff western
er excepting tho gentleness that
lurks about his mouth. Bill had
perceived the seemingly mutual par
tiality of his little Rose and the pale
faced stranger, yet why had every
one perceived it?
When young Lodding, a stalwart
stripling, had come to Pawnee Bill
to tell, in his honest, faltering elo
quence, the story of hie love for lit
tle Rose, Bill shook 'the boy’s hand
with kind heartedness.
“Lod,” Bill said, “I love my little
gal better nor anything else on
earth, but you're worthy of her, lad.
Go ask the chit, and my heart and
godspeed go with you.”
Lodding never broached the sub
ject to Bill afterward, but bis eyes
lowered and his lips twitched pain
fully whenever the great blue eyes
of Bill met his. Rose never men
tioned Lod’s name now, while there
was a time when she would run to
Bill with a merry laugh to exhibit
the rare mountain stone or a brace
of game that Lod had given her.
That was before there had been a
question of love; but now—well,
now it was different.
Among the miners all conversa
tional desire seems to have fled,
and each, engaged with his own
thoughts, seems not to be conscious
of the loug silence. Some distance
eastward, silhouetted against the
transparent blue of the evening sky,
two forms arc visible meandering
slowly along the rocky bowlders
and low lying cliffs—the figure of
a girl, from the wide rim of whose
hat floats a tangle of sunny curls, a
smile lighting the comeliness of her
youthful countenance as she places
one slender hand in that of her com
panion, who offers his assistance
from where he stands on a jutting
rock a little beneath her.
His lips part in a genial smile, as
though he had said something amus
ing or pleasant, and the girl’s smil
ing lace breaks into ripples of
laughing smiles. Paw-nee Bill has
turned and gazes at the tableau in
silence. He utters no word. Rising
silently, he fhoves slowly from the
still companionship of his comrades.
As he moves from his comrades
they look at him in silence. What
harm could come to Pawnee Bill’s
Rose? What would that aristocrat
he in Pawnee Bill’s hands? A help
less atom, a re^fd—why, nothing at
uii. '
• •••••
“Do let us stop here. I’m tired,
Master David.”
“Rose, why do you persist in call
ing me Master David ? Do you not
like David just as well?”
“Yes, but—you see—everybody
here calls you Master David, and
why should I be different from any
body else?”
“You cannot help being that,
Rose; at least not to me. Now,
to please me, let me hear you say
David. ”
She looked at him, half timidly at
first; then, fixing her glance firmly
on bis, she says clearly and sweet
ly, “David.”
“Bravely done! But I have not
yet finished. Could you not say
‘dear David?’ ”
The long lashes are lowered now,
and her face*is crimson flushed.
“Couldn’t you, Rose 5” he pleaded.
She strives to meet liis gaze as be
fore, but her eyelids seem to droop
involuntarily, and her lips falter
perceptibly as she says “De-ar Da
vid.” She is too confused to notice
that both her hands are held in his,
and when she lifts her eyes he iH
gazing ardently into their blue
depths.
“Rose, my little Rose,” he wliis
pers, “you do not know how much
I love you.’’
“Oh, Master—l mean dear David
• —you must not love me!”
“And why not!’’
‘‘Well, you are different from me,
you know. We are good, very good,
inencs, nut—but—but—tliatis ail—
it must be all.”
‘ 1 Well, we can still be dear frienda,
but I want you for my little wife
besides. ’ ’
“Yu ir wife, Davids In your
home, amonj' your friends, I would
be”—
“You would be there or elsewhere
what you are here—the one woman
1 love. It you <-would but marry
me, llose”
“Ny, no, not that —David. What
could I ever be to you? An ignorant
girl, who knows nothing |mt what
you learned—l mean taught—her.
Your wife! We have beev such
good friends, bow can you mock inti
so'' ’
“Hose, darling! I mock you ! Y"ou
are unkind!”
“Unkind to you? As if I would
not gladly give n.y lite to savo yon
one moment’s pain! Unkind tc
you, dear David ! You do not know
me. I—well, I can’t help loviny
you, you know, but that is all I ask i
—lot me love you with all my heart
—let me watch your coming and
going. Let us be the dear, deal
friends we Lave been, and when—
you go aUay uoin here—why—Way
—you must go away some day, deal
David.”
She turns from him as she speaks;
her little brown bands are pressed
tightly to her heaving breast, hei
lips are blanched and set. She tries
to concet 1 the tears that w-ell into
her eyes.
“Rose,” he whispers gently. Still
silence. He listens painfully to the
stifled sobs that w ring her bosom,
and his heart aches as. with a wild
cry of “David!” she falls sobbing
upon the rocky ledge of the clift.
In a moment his arms are about her.
“Rose, dear Rose, have I pained
you? Rose, dear, do you love me?”
“Yes.”
“I shall ask your hand of Bill. II
he gives you to me, will you cornel
Rose, I love you sol Will you
come?”
“Yes, David.”
• ■••••*
On the hard earth plot before
Paw-nee Bill’s cabin Bill and the lad
Lodding are conversing in low whis
pers.
“You know, Bill,” Lod is saying,
“I never told you afore, but Rose
says as how she don’t love me, save
as a friend, and, Bill, don’t say noth
in to the little girl. Bt,e can’t help
it, you know, no more nor I can help
lovin her till I die. Then she’s bet
ter nor me anyway. Master David
Las made her take to book larnin,
and I—I”
Bill seizes one of the brown, hard
hands of Lod in his, while with the
other the lad brushes the tears from
his eyes.
“There, they’re coming down the
way now-, Bill, and I—l must be
goin. Y T ou won’t say nothin uh bow
I was a fool and blubbered, will you,
Bill, and you won't be cross at the
little un, will you, Bill? Good
by!”
The eyes of love are keen, and as
Pawnee Bill kisses his little Rose’s
upturned lips he perceives that the
great blue eyes are humid with
the remembrance of recent tears.
“Have you come back, little’uni”
is all he says, and he leads the way
into the little sitting room, which is
Rose’s especial charge.
“I say, Bill,” David commences,
“I’ve a great favor to ask of you.”
“Now-, Master David, what can
you be askin of me? Y 7 ou have all
you want and a little over, I’m
thinkin.”
“Not quite all I want, Bill. There
is something I have not which I
want very badly, and it is that for
whieh I’ve come to ask.”
Rose’s face is red with blushes
and a strange look is in her eyes.
Bill looks kindly at David, but the
gentle curves of his mouth have
grown to austere lines.
“Well, Master David,” he says.
“I want your little Rose for my
wife, Bill.”
Bill does not start. Rose scans his
face eagerly.
“Rose,” Bill said tenderly, “come
here, little un. Do you love Master
David?”
“Yes.” The monosyllable is half
a sob.
“So do I, little un. If you was my
son, boy, I couldn't love you more
nor what I do. The love for my near
kin couldn’t be dearer. You see,
Master David, my Rose is a wild
prairie flower; she has nothin but
her love to give you. Tell me in
your great home out east ’moug ser
ciety and fin’ries what will my little
Rose be? You see, I love you my
self, lad, aud I could not let you do
this foolishness.”
“But, Bill”
“Let me talk some, Master David.
I’d be the last one who’d mar my
little girl's-happiness or yours, but
this I can’t do—see h<jr become yotlr
Wife. It wouldn’t be fair to you;
’twould ’pear as if we was takin a
advantage of you, andbimeby, may
be, both on you would be sorry if
3 r ou married, and now, as it is, you
will bless me some day. You’ll for
get each other”—
“Bill, you don’t know what you’re
saying,” David cries. Then there
w-as a profound silence in the room,
broken by no sound save the low
itifled soba of Rose against her ra
ther’s knee.
“Master David, Bill’s cabin will
always be happier for your comin
near it, and Hose will always be glad
to see you. Now, goodby, lad, and
God bless you. Leave my little uu
to rue, for her sorrow is deep. Mas
ter David. ”
“Goodby, Bill.”
David respected Bill's word too
highly to thwart it—even so much
as in thought. After that evening
Rose and he spoke of their love as
something that made their lives
more sweet, yet as something that
was going from them hourly, mo
mentarily, and in their hearts they
asked themselves, “How will it
end?”’
*••**
It was noon. The air was tilled
with mellow' autumn sunshine. At
tho mines the hour of rest and re
freshment had come gladly—as it
does ever to the sons of toil. The
hum of ceasing labor was still audi
ble. Rose, as she kisses father
tenderly, places beside him toe dain
ty collation which it had ever been
her loved task to prepare for and to
carry to him. fehe smiles sweetly to
the gruff and grizzled miners about
her, who doff their hats anu respond
cheerfully.
The story of the love of Rose and
David had been whisperod —but
merely whispered—among them. To
them it was something strangely
holy, this wonderful love—it awed
them. They eouhl not tell why
Lod was wont to look intently at
the coming and going of David and
wonder perplexedly why nature had
n<t made him such as ho. that ho
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Luigat naVe Won Rose a .j/e. Still,
he lcved the pale aristocrat, too,
and he venerated his noble conduct
toward Rose aud worshiped Rose all
the more for her sacrificing love for
David.
Rose waves her hand blithely as,
at some distance from her, David
doffs his cap in greeting. Then those
who were watching her saw her face
suddenly whiten, a wild light dart
into her blue eyes, her hands to
clinch tightly, to stand hesitatingly
for a second, aud then to dart for
ward with lightning rapidity. There
is a sound as of something falling
heavily to the ground, a man’s voice
shouts “Master David!” a woman's
shriek, and the voice of David cries:
“My God! Rose!”
Those who witnessed the hurried
scene flocked to the plaoe of disaster,
the rest of the miners following
wouderingly. Athwart the ground
a heavy wooden beam lies aslant;
close by the body of Rose, her head
horribly gashed, her slender hand
clutching tightly the loose blouse of
David, who lies prone beside her
(conseiousless.but uninjured), where
Rose had dragged him from the
reach of the hand of death, offering
herself us satisfaction to the grim
ogre in David’s stead.
Pawnee Bill views the scene in si
lence. The still unconscious form of
David is conveyed from the scene.
Hands, rough from laborious toiling,
gentle with love, stoop to lift the
prostrate form of Rose.
“Don't touch her, comrades,” Bill
says—his voice does not quaver, but
it is a tone deeper than usual—“that
task is mine.”
He lilts the form tenderly, and
with liis face pressed tightly to hers
white with the death tinge—he
moves onward.
The next day the body of Rose,
still iu the last, calm sleep, lies in
bumble state in the little sitting
room. Loving hands of kindly wo
men have arrayed her daintily and
fastened a cluster of wild bloom in
her folded hands. Large sheaves of
blooms are about her, breathing
their sorrow in whiffs of perfumes
upon the still air.
Beside the silent sleeper Pawnee
Bill sits; his band covers caressing
ly the pale, folded hands of his lit
tle Rose. He looks neither around
nor about him; his glance is trans
fixed with soi rowful inrentness upon
the marble pale face before him. A
hand is laid lightly upon his shoul
der, a voice whispers his name in
broken deceits, and David kneels be
side the sorrowing father, his face
buriod in his hands upon the old
man’s knee, sobbing bitterly. Paw
uee Bill's arm steals lovingly around
the stooping form aud gently strokes
the bowed bead.
“Bbe’s goin from us Master
David,” be says in a low voice.
David answers only with sobs. “My
little girl died for you, Master Da
vid, but I’d ’vedone the same. May
be, anyhow, she’s better off, for this
was a rough old world for my little
un. ”
They watched together in silence;
David’s head leaning sadly upon the
coffin edge, the hand of Bill lovingly
twined around him.
♦ * * * * *
In the quiet churchyard that sleeps
in the shadows of the chapel room is
a little grave, and at its head stands
a heavy cross of gleaming marble
on which is carved the one word
“Rose.” It is David’s last gift to
Rose.—Ban Francisco Post.
Can’t Stoop to It.
“It’s a singular thing, but the
commission of crime seems confined
to certain kinds of people,” said
Bluff, putting on an air of wisdom.
/‘Yes,” rejoined Miggs. .‘‘That’s
well known. It’s confined to crimi
nals, of course.”
“Certain persons are almost sure
to become criminals,” continued
Bluff, ignoring the interi uption,
“while others aro never, or very
rarely, found in prison.”
“Because they are too lucky,”
murmured Miggs.
“It may seem strange, but fat
men seldom commit crime. This is
the assertion of criminologists.”
“It doesn’t seem strange at all to
me,” remarked the irrepressible
Miggs. “Everybody knows that it is
difficult for fat meu to stoop to any
thing low.”—Pearson’s Weekly.
What Hurt.
Lily—The Widow Henpeck seems
terribly cut up over her husband’s
death.
Pod—lt wasn’t so much his death
as his last words, I fancy.
Lily—Why so? What were they?
Pod—He said that be was well
prepared for the worst.—New York
Journal.
Runuin" No Kiks.
“I see that New York society wo
men claim to be descended from
kings. ”
“Yes, but they have taken good
care to select kings that are very,
very dead.”—Chicago News.
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Ii your baby is delicate
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■>r twenty drops of Scott’s
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We have had abundant
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It is the same with larger
children that are delicate.
Scott’s Emulsion seems to be
the element lacking in their
food. Do not fail to try it if
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It is* as useful for them in
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Ask your doctor if this is not true .
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Are your nerves weak?
Can’t you sleep well? Pain
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From what poisons?
From poisons that are al
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If the contents of the
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A Special Object of Providence.
“I was about to take a train for
tho west,” said the man who was
giving his experience, “when a
friend persuaded me to stay and at
tend camp meeting. I eared noth
ing for camp meetings or any other
kind of meetings, but to oblige my
friend 1 staid. Brethren, I read m
the paper next day that the entire
train on which I would have been
traveling was wrecked and every
soul on board was killed! Then I
saw that * Providence knowing
what was about tu happen—had put
it into my friend’s mind to keej> me
away. Forty people were killed, but
thauk the Lord, I wasn't iu it! i
took the warning and have been in
favor of camp meetings ever since.
In my opinion they’re providential,
and I never hear that beautiful soug;
"Twas a big c-amp meeting
Saved me.
Saved me,
'Twas a big camp meeting
Saved me!
“I say, 1 never hear that beautiful
song without feeling grateful and
full to overflowing I”—Atlanta Con
stitution.
His Victim’s Revenge.
Over iu the old north state Bill
Spurlin shot Mart Benson. When he
saw that Mart was “going,” hesaid:
“Mart, old boy, I’m sorry 1 done
it. Fergiveme!”
“All right, Bill, ” said Mart. “Jest
take keer o’ my family!”
“Good Lord!” groaned Bill, as he
went iu search of the coroner. “He
got even with me anyhow—thar’S
16 in his durned family I”—Atlanta
Constitution.
“I never ask a gentleman for
money,” said a tailor.
“But suppose he doesn’t pay
you?”
“Well, if he doesn’t pay me with
in a reasonable time I conclude he
is not u gentleman, and then I ask
him.”—London Tit-Bits.
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Consumption. Being such adeep-seated
blood disease, Swift’s Specific is the
only known cire for Scrofula, because
it is the only remedy which can reach
the disease.
Scrofula appeared on the head of my little
grandchild when only 18 months old. Shortly
after breaking out it spread rapidly all over
her body. The scabs on the sores would peel
oil on the slightest touch, and the odor that
would arise made the at
biosphere of the room j-fa.
Bi<- Veiling and unbearable. I
Tue disease next attacked Mi*
the eyes, and we feared she A,
would lose her sight. Em
tnent physicians from the "wr- v- \
surrounding country -wire ur\ I
consulted, but could do A
nothing to relieve the lit- ,r%.
tie innocent, and gave it
as their opinion that the ■*
case was hopeless and 1 ni
jiossible to save the child’s eyesight. It was
then that we decided to try Swift’s Specific.
That medicine at once made a speedy and com
plete cure, she is now a young lady, and has
never had a sign of the disease to return.
Mrs. Uutii Berkeley,
Salina, Kan.
Scrofula is an obstinate blood disease,
and is beyond the reach of the average
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Books mailed free by Swift Specific
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Will take'any hize photo from a mini
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inferior work, but because he is and
Id soldi* r, exempt from taxation.
He also has his gallery at his resi
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has one thousand photos on exhibition.
Mid-Summer Clearance Sale
The. Gay Season is Now Over, and Everything
Will Get J}own to Strictly Business.
We Will Offer This W eek the Greatest Values Ever Seen In
Athens at a Clearance Sale.
EVEK-Y-THUSTCt WILL
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Cut-price sale of Wool Dress Goods and Milks. Cut-price sale
of Wash Goods. Cut price sale oi W hite Goods. Cut
price sale oi Mouse Furnishing; Goods. Cut-price sale
of Millinery, Hats, Htbhons and Trimmings. Cut
price sale of Embroideries, Faces, Maud ker
chiefs, Hosiery, Fans, Ribbons,
and Shirt Waist.
503 for Shirt Whietp, woitb SI.
5c for Printed Organdie?, worth 8.
for Printed O r gacdiep. WGrih 15c.
for beet PtrcaieF, vsotb lS^c.
250 for Brit?, wi rt’a 50c.
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room sleeping cars between New York and
New Orleans, via Atlanta and Montgomery.
Leaving Vi ashington each Wednesday and Sat
urday, a tourist sleeping car will run through
between Washington and San Francisco
without change.
. N o* Hi 3; and 13—Pullman sleeping care be
tween Richmond nnd Cli-trloOe, vii banvllle.
southbound Nos. 11 and 87, northbound No 12
TThe Air Line Belle train, Noa. 17 and IS, be
tween Atlanta aad Cornelia, Ga., dally ex
cept Sunday.
F. 8. GANNON, J. M. GULP.
Third V-P & Gen. Mgr., Traffic M’g’r.,
Washlngtcn. D. C. Washington, D. O
W. A. TURK. S. H. HARDWICK.
Gep’l Pass. Ag’t , Ass’t Gen’l Paaa. Ag’t.
Washington, I). C. Atlanta, (>-
0V& nncl Habits
B# | 9 B ms* cured at Borne with
rSPfl IWS out pain. Book of pah
* ticulars sent FREE.
■■SBBMHB b.m.wooi.lfy, m.d.
Atlanta, . Office 104 ti. Pryor St
PARKER’S
HAIR BALSAM
and beautiUea the balr.
9S fhromote* a luxuriant growth.
Fails to Bcstore Gray
Hair to its Youthful Color.
1. 1 Cu-e J rialp d; stAltt St hair tailing.
KdV-'v|SjTf ” toc.and ; l.UOaj Druggisla
Everybody Says So.
Cnscarets Candy Cathartic, the most won
derful medical discovery of the ajre, pleas
ant and refreshinsr to the taste, act, gently
and positively on kidnevs, liver and bowels,
cleansing the entire system, dispel colds,
cure headache, lever, habitual constipation
and biliousness. Please buy and try a box
of C. C. G. to-day; It), 25, 50 cents. Sold and
guaranteed to cure by all druggists. ,
sell Everything in
We loi kto the interest of our customers, end will save them money. Gall and see us before bujirg your
Coif on Plant ©re arid jGixlfiva,tors,
AND WE WILL CONVINCE YOU.
" E ALE INCH’S HE AGENTS FOR TIIE
Hancock Rotary Disc DlOw,
The great?' tit vent it nof the 19.,h century. Plows a furrow 12 in. deep ar dl4 in. wide, thoroughly pulverizing
the land tt rne time plowing. Eud yrsed by Dr. L G. Htrdman and C. W. Ho id of Harmony Grove, Ga, and
JAmes Smi'b of Og’ttb >ipe count r . Try it. You-a for busings,
Hardware 80.
HARMONY GROVE, GEORGIA
Professional Cards.
B. P BRASHLTON. J. A. BRYAN.
BKASLTCN & BItYAN,
J byslrlans aLd Surgeons,
Pendei grass, Ga.
K. 0. ARMIkTKaU,
Attoknky bt Law,
Jefferson, Ga.
t liora as J Shackelford. I Frank C. Shackelford.
SHACKEnFOKU A SHACKELFORD,
attorneys at Law,
Athens, Go.
Ollli e over J 8. Kljig & Cos.
W. 1. Pike. I J. S. Ayers.
PIKE & AYKKS,
Attoknsys at Law,
Jefferson, Ga.
General practitioners. Collections given
special afid prompt attention. Law cilice up
stairs In bank butlding.
CHAS. B. HSNKY,
Attobnet at Law,
Jefferson, Ga.
Prompt attention to collection of claims, and
ny other business entrusted to him.
©. W. BROWN,
Attobnsy at Law,
Jefferson Ga.
win do a general practice collecting a spe
cialty Office over Hera and office.
JAMES M. MKKRJTT,
Attobnbt akd Counsbi.ok at Law,
Jeffe-s >n, Ga.
Prompt attention given to business.
Ont-prico pale of B aby CO pS.
2.j0 cheep, iteil'um and fine L;wn aad Mull Cip~, suitable fcr Babies
f.n l Childrer, to close out at facto) y cost.
W. W. STAKK,
A.TTOBKIT AT Law,
Harmony Grove. <4a.
W. O. KENNEDY, AI.
Miysltlan and Surgeon,
Beilnrnt, Ga.
Will go anyw here on short notice, day ;or night.
Georgia Railroad
AND
CONNECTIONS.
For information as to Routes, Sched
ules and Rahs, both
Passenger and Freight,
write to either of the undersigned.
You will receive prompt reply and
reliable infoimstion
A. G. JACKSON, JOE W. WHITE,
Gen’l. Pass- Ag'nt. Traveling Pa Agl
AUGUSTA, GA.
S. w. Wilkes, C. F. & P. A , Atlanta.
H. K N : chcleon, G. A , Athens.
W. W. Hardwick, S. A., Macon.
S. E. Magil', C. F. A., Macon.
M. R. Hudson, S. F. A., Milledge
ville.
F. W. Coffin, S. F. & P. A., Au
gusta.
An Uncertain Disease.
There is no disease more uncertain in its
nature than dyspepsia. Physicians say that
the symptoms of no two cases agree. It is
therefore most difficult to make a correct
diagnosis. No matter how severe, or under
what disguise dyspepsia attacks you. Browns’
Iron Bitters will cure it. Invaluable in all
diseases of the stomach, blood and nerves.
Browns’ Iron Bitters is sold by all dealer*.
R. W. HAULBROOK,
MAYSVILLE, GA.,
AGENT FOR THE CELEBRATED
SMITH GIN,
OF BIRMINGHAM, ALA.
No better gin is manufactured. The
improvad and complete outfit can be
seen at Majeville, Ge., where it was
operated last eea?or, and ginned
about 1,000 bales of cotten. Prices
as low, or lower, than any other first*
class gin.
All kinds of repairing done on
gn>.
SENT FREE
to housekeepers—
Liebig COMPANY’S
Extract of Beef
COOK BOOK.
telling how to prepare many deli
cate and deUctoug dishes.
Address, I teblg 00., p. o. Bob sms, Nt-w Yo.-g.
CUBAN OIL cure*.
■ IWIIIvI v Cuts, Burns, Bruises, Rheu
matism and Sores. Price, 26 centsu-