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POH NBKT job*9*Ppinfcing crlu kt THE OFFICE. OITV PRICES. WAYCROSS, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1892. NO. 4 GREAT SALE. PRICES. Albatross, 40 in. at 45c. per yard High Colors in Bedford Cord, 38-iu., 45c Best Quality Silk Warp Henrietta, 4 6-in at 9SC. per yard. Dress Flannel, 42-in. 45c. per yard Spool Cotton, 45c per dozen Ladies’ Fast Black Hose, Herndoff’s Dy'e, 27c per pair. Fruit of the Loom Bleaching 4-4, at 8c Fine Quality Cambrics, at 7}£c Yard Wide White Flannel, (best), at 44c 104 Sheeting, superior quality, at 25c Ladies’ All-wool Uudervests, at 99c Dress Ginghams, at 6 i-2c to 8c Standard Prints at 4 i-2c Lambs’ Wool Blankets, at $6-35 a pair Beldiug’s 100-yd Spool Silk, at Sc. A Complete Line of Black Dress Goods at cost. CONTINUES Thirty days J. V. NORTON, THE BUSY STORE ON PLANT AVE., Is Offering Special Inducements to Bayers!! IN ORDER TO CLOSE OUT OUR PRESENT STOCK OF DRY i, Fumisffing Gooffs, Sloes, Ms, Etc., TO MAKE ROOM FOR MORE NEW GOODS, FOR THE NEXT THIRTY DHYS Will Sell at Cost! Now is The Time For Bargains! Yon will save money by calling and purchasing your goods of us, as we are determined to sell them at exactly wliat they cost. IT WILL PAY YOU TO GET THERE EARLY SO AS TO AVOID THE GREAT RUSH THROUGH THE DAY ! Orders by Mail promptly Filled. REMBM33ER : Our Immense Stock at Cost Tor 30 Days. J. V. Norton, Plant Avenue, Waycross, G-a. SEE THE NEXT COLUMNS FOR PRICES. GREAT SALE. PRICES. Check Homespun Men’s Wool Pants, Good, Best Quality’ Feather Ticking Ladies’ Double Width', All-Wo etta at 19c. Silk Velvets, 62c Dress Trimming, at Cost Corsets 16c 4-4 Brown Cotton Sheeting 4 I-2C 4-4 Sea Island Homespun, 4 C Men’s White Laundered Shirts 40c Men’s Wool Hats 25c Men’s Suits $2.20 Men’s Homespun Shirts 15c Men’s Brogans 84c Women’s Cowpen Shoes 63c Ladies’ Dongola Button Boots SSc Men’s Congress Boots 1.25 Men’s Lace Shoes 99c 300 Trunks at Cost. CONTINUES FOR 'Thirty Days. JlbxJattv Pure A cream or tarter taking |»owdrr. Highest of all in leavening strength.— I/ttnt V. S. Qorermnent Food He/tort. Horn I Kalins l’ow4t‘r Co. IOC Wall Street, • - New York. , -$300 Will be When For any case of rheumatism which can not lie cured by Dr. Drummond's Light ning Remedy. * The proprietors do not hide this offer, but print it in bold type on .all their circulars, wrappers, printed matter and through the columns of news papers everywhere. It will work won der*—one bottle curing nearly every ease. If the druggist has not got it. he will order it, or it will be sent to any address by prepaid express on receipt of price, $3.* Drummond Medicine Co. 48- f*0 Maiden Lane, New York. Agents wanted. Tittle LIVER PILLS r esn loo _ Jtst&jnssgss. •«. •wnaTiumcSi’lia. "Mistletoe be blowed, sir!" said the ma jor; "mistletoe be blowed!” He gazed sententious!y at his boots as he spoke, and then, with a more mollified intonation, remarked, "They leak, Sid, my boy; they leak—leak Ukc sieves, sir; but no matter.” Then be wiggled a protruding toe the better to emphasize his statement, and at every wiggle the obedient sole leather fluttered away from the upper and flapped in softened resonance with the sound of a muffled castanet. “If you only knew them you'd come,” persisted the younger man. ‘‘Why, major, it's Christmas, you know, and—and— well, they know you're a friend of'mine, and they’re not so stock up as you say. and if you'd only coma just think of the fan you'd have. It would be just like the old times over again. You'd fancy yourself a boy. Pretty girt*, you know; joiliest sort of a dinner; old fashioned as yon please.” Major Mack ling was forty, and he looked fifty-two. Where he came from or why he came nobody seemed to know or want to know. HU nose was long and pointed, hU bristly mustache was gray, and hU hair was thin about the temple* There were deep lines from hU nostrils down to hU chin, and around hU eyes were networks of queer little crow’s-feet wrinkles. Still he bad not a hard sort of a face, for though them were lines between hU eyebrow* and on his forehead tha eyes themselves were soft and dreamy and gray, as if they were always looking for something beyond the heavens. And if .the troth be told those gray ayes were tha Index to the major’s character. He was a dreamer—a disap pointed dreamer. And disappointed dream ers, when they reach a certain age, begin to get tired of waiting for the dream that never comes true. Hence the lines about the ayes and nostrils. Cyril Thompson—they always called him Sid—liked the major because he was his own antithesis. Ha was only twenty-live, but dreaming was not one of his rices. Sometimes, of course, as boys will do.be would paint himself pretty fancies of hap py things in the future. But these fancies were homely little genre sketches, so to speak, when compared to the golden can- a of tha major’s more trained and vivid He placed his ideal in an accessible spot near by; tha major’s never cams nearer haunts of men than the loftier peaks of the Himalayas. The friendship of the pair was a _ case of mat by accident. While doing tha town one evening Thompson had recklessly traction, many times naa ne neara oi tne poetic Bohemia which congregated itself in such places, and he pined to see it at home. At the same table with him sat an elder ly man, with a long nose and grizzled gray mustache. He knew how to use his nap kin, and never let hU knife subserve the proper ends of a fork. “I beg your pardon, sir,” said he, with the bow of a Chesterfield, "but can yon oblige me with a nickel for these pennies? 1 like to tip Dominic, you see, sir,” he con- tinned, “but pennies! you know, sir, pen nies!” and he shook his head in a gesture of ineffable contempt. His manner was mildly patronaL He oven seemed to be conferring a kindness in joining hU new friend in a couple of glasses of curacoa. But still he was charmingly original and mild. HU demeanor invited confidence, and he gradually drew from Thompson hU entire genealogical tree. He took fifteen minutes to learn that Thomp son pere sold coffee on the wholesale plan. Three minutes later he was aware that Thompson mere had departed this vale of tears when Cyril was still an infant. From that it was but a step to infer that the youth was an only child, and long before they parted the major knew all about a little darting, with bine, blue eyes and gilt edged curls, who was altogether the sweetest girl in this whole wide world, the loveliest and the best. “So?” said the major as Cyril told him. “I knew that long ago, my boy. I've often felt that way myself.” And as they walked home together, the youngster going a mile or so out of his way to accompany hU new acquaintance, they exchanged farther confidences at a rata that was entirely in the old man’s fa vor. Aathey neared the corner of a street where cheaper lodgings abound the major stopped to say gooaby. “Bat you haven’t told me what yon are; major. Where U a fellow to find you?” “I live down here, my boy—top floor. 263. What am I, you say? Nothing, my boy, nothing. Only a dreamer—just a dreamer —a dreamer of dreams—a disappointed dreamer. Good night, my boy, good night.” Ho disappeared in the shadows. Hewas gone. Bat somehow the lad got interested. Professional dreamers of dreams were new things to him, and the next day he again hunted up the major. He found that the old gentleman was the fortunate possessor of $450 a year. “Just ten dollars a month for rent, my boy, oo* dollar a day for victuals, fifteen dollars a year over for minor extrava gances; but the clothes, my boy; d nth* clothes! They must depend upon luck!” The spring bad gone by and the aoi mer, and the strange friendship had grown stronger. Then the fall came, and Cyril did not ass tha major quite so often, and when ho did so It was to talk of nothing bat a little girt with, shining gold curls and bint, bine eyes. And oo those occasions, after the boy had for hours and hours on his bed, and his head In his hands. meditate half through the night. Then he would lower the gas and crawl in between the sheets. matter now? They areal! Inst, all buried, —all, even the dreams!” And the panorama of a dead decade would sweep past bis eyes ere ever they closed in restless slumber. The sonny plantation iu the south, the girl that loved him, the marriage that the sun smiled on, the honeymoon in the west. Then the dreams of a dreamer, the thirst for bound less wealth, the schemes, the great specu lation, the burst bubble, the weak remorse drowned in worthless dissipation, the de serted wife, the divorce. The clippings.were ail therein that little der who had gone to smash and vanished five years before. And that was all ten years ago. Christmastide had come around and Cy ril Thompson had brought an invitation to the major. How was he to know that his strange friend feared the face of society as a scalded cat dreads water? ne only knew that he pitied him, and in hU pity hoped that some day he might kick a little ambi tion into the major’s dead soul. “You see, major, I’m going to marry her anyhow,” be had explained, “and when we’re married you’ll have to make friends with her, so It’s just as well to do so now •slater.” The major shook his head. "I know you’re a misogynist, and hate women, and all that sort of thing,” per sisted the boy, "but you’ll have to love Louise if you care for me, and—well, as 1 said, it will only be a family party. Ldu’S a half orphan, you know, but her mother’s a brick and her cousins are awfully nice people, and you’re sure to like them all. We’ll only ourselves be there, and it will be a regular Christmas dinner, with holly and ivy and mistletoe.” Oh, how the major bated Christmas, its -and its festivities! The very memories .of those bsppy Christmases of the dead past accentuated that hate and imbittered it. It was on Christmas day that he had first dared to kiss the woman he had afterward deserted. They had brought down from New York the mistle toe from the other side of the sea. He had dared to snatch the kiss she was dying to give as she stood beneath its white berried CHRISTMAS GREENS. he had built the first of his dream castles as he sat besideber and kissed and caressed ^UtaUcame back when Cyril mentioned the mistletoe. There she stood in loose white muslin, the sunny beanty of the —’■’'sssiWit&afKr' ' Christmas eve; By a dim lamplight A woman sat far into the night. Mending a child’s tom dress. Her fingers were weary, her eyes were red, Red with the weeping of tears she'd shed, ■ighed when she saw the little brown head That lay in the scantily covered bed In sweet forgetfulness. The little patched dress was laid aside. The tears from the woman's cheeks were dried; And her heart grew cold, her soul rebelled. When she looked around and her eyes be held The baby’s stocking a baby hand Had left for treasures from fairy land; For in it a doll with an ugly face Was all that the woman had to place— An old rag doll in a calico dress For Santa Claus to come and bless. Late in the night when the woman slept, On the pale, worn face the shadows crept. And the lines were deepened that care had made, For the cold, hard look on the free had stayed. While she dreamed of wealthy people's joys, And of happy homes that were filled with toys. When morning came the woman lay dead. Cold and still by the little brown head. To the paupers’ home the child was sent; To the potters’ field the woman went. The care-worn lace lay under the sod. While Charity preached in the house of God. There was no one left who would possess The old rag doll in its ugliness; And the trash man hauled it off one day To lie in the rain and mold away. In the early days of this century French cooks became rich. Very was a millionaire; Achard bad immense wealth; Mme. Sully, of the Palais BoyaL made $200,000 in three yean. Many a man is hurt more in a football fight than be caret to admit, and eo be makes light of it and plays on for the sake of the college or team and firpm self sacrifice. The cultivation of the pineapple in the Bahamas is a vary profitable undertak ing. At twopence each an acre of pine apples returns $200 to $250. Sum* Suggestions M to tho Disposition and Arrangement of Them. As a rule the brunches of holly that bear many branches upon them will not be bo fresh and full of leaves as tha others. Buy a few branches that are well filled with berries; then be generous with the greener branches. Pile ail hut a few as fiat as possible, putting on top those having ber ries. Cover these with the plain branches, r and tie. When you get them home, sprinkle I wetland place on the cellar floor. They will \ keep fresh for a week or two. If you buy Jaure), put the bunch in a pail of water f and sprinkle; then place in the cellar. It U best not to put up the decorations | until the afternoon before Christmas. The halls, sitting room, diningroom and library j are the most appropriate places for the ; holly. Place large branches over mantels i and sideboard and some of the pictures. ‘ Fill the fireplaces with large dishes con- ; tainlng holly and laurel, unless you are to | have a fire at once. Have long sprays of English ivy in small, wide mouthed liofc- tles which can lie hung behind picture frames. Twine the Ivy around the sup- pacting wires and the frames. Do not hang the greens near a fire or over a register. They curl and wilt very quickly when ex posed to dry heat. At least a week before Christmas get at the florist’a about fifty cents’ worth of the green staff called “Wandering Jew.” This will fill several bowls and vases. Arrange it gracefully in the various dishes and HU with water. After wiping the outside of the receptacles perfectly dry, place on the corners of mantels, bookcases, etc. Change the water every other day. To do this do not disturb the plants; simply hold the vase under the faucet and let the fresh wa ter ran until all the old is displaced. In a week’s time the vines will have grown iuts a graceful, luxuriant mam, and with care they can be kept in this condition for THE RIGHT TO THE ROAD. Like dreams the changing years have fled The loveliest green clad, leaf crownod apace Through woodland sweet with the flowering thoru, Came riding up f roue his fields of corn. General Washington's coach of a Bound for Cambridge, had reached the lane: In it the general, grave, sedate. Sat planning the coarse of a great campaign. ** ’uggle possessed the land. For a t« _ .. And the fate of a nation was in his band! Riding before cauie horsemen twain; they were young a igth. In the narrow d on bia fragrant load. General Washington rides this way! lor the coach!“ cried they He was still In congress the last he heard! He turned —looked back through the vlete No sign of the uncrowned king was seen. These were playful youths, it was very plats He would meet their sport with acaludiMiain And bia right to the road to the end uiaiataia. A droll procession In truth they made That summer day fa the green arched glade! A frowsy colt waa the first in view. Vanguard of the rustic's retinue! A white mare next, then oxen four (“Five cattle team,” the name it bore); Then the peasaut prince, who a crown would High ou hit throne of fresh cut corn; The baflled horsemen behind him came. And last of*]] rode the one m-Lum name Was yet to conquer the pride of kings. statuary; but the expense puts them outnf the reach of the majority of people. There la a hardy wild fern which all florists keep now and sell for about ten cents a dozen sprays. Bay a few dozen of these and place them on the cellar floor. Sprinkle well and they will keep for weeks, A large bowl filled with these and a few flowers will make an effective piece for the center of the dinner table; or the bowl can be Placed on alow table in any of the rooms. These suggestion* are for people with mod- estpursee.—Maria Park* in Ladies’ Home Loyal U the Last. VThsn Christmas day hath gone and left ua. Of all her gladaoms Joys bereft us. Aft those who*ve suffered from hsr t r the cuacb of surer “Make way, n *ke way Again they cried in a »t He plodded ou till, whip in hand, lie calmly got down at the river's 1 To let the mare and (he oxen drink He turned—and then, ft While the scouta to their e tailed, s right!” w » good a riL . -Ernest N. Bagg In Youth's Companion. A well known ifrenen physician as serts that the bilious fever so character istic of tropical countries is due to a special bacterium, which, though mo tionless itself/is accompanied by num berless moving spores.