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DID NOT STRIKE Wbsrt once in prehistoric days stood a proud and sculptured temple of tbemys- ^terlous Egyptian goddess Isis there flour ished many years ago the rich mansion of a noble family of Palestine—a family whom Roman rule and greed bad forced to flee from home by night and seek shel ter in suppressing their name and conceal ing their nationality. After three years’ Journeying acmes the desert sands in wan dering caravans they found a dwelling in this crumbling palace built on the ruins of a temple on the foliaged banks of the Nile, that for thousands of years has never failed to rise and brood over the fertile soil of the dark land of the pharaohs. They wets as happy ns exiles could be in the robes of a foreign though friendly < try. The river flowing past their palace met the waters of the yellow Tiber, that seemed colored with the gold and stained with the blood of the victims of the haughty throne on the Seven Hills, and so they load the fears of fallen princes. One by one they bed taken the fairest hopes to those silent graves beneath the palm trees as they wared beside the flowing JClle. Now only two remained. One, an aged woman, waiting for the voice calling across the cold waves—a woman in whose express ive countenance and suggestive form you s grandchild. Eindrali showed the Egyptian neighbors, although she bad never spoken to them, the character of her mother. In the morning when the day was dawn ing her grandmother would sometimes hear a little child voice calling, and Kin- draii would say, “Ob, grandma, the star ii not shining, but I see the golden landl” ? written in the sacred scrolls about the Christ who was to come and show th children of then the life divine—love to men, that golden light, tingeing the waves of time, that guides the soul to God. The girl thought often of her mother’s words when she lay dying in this foreign land, ‘‘Watch, roy child, for it is written, 'When the Christ shall come his star shall be seen in the east.’” And sometimes in the long hours of the dark and silent nights of Egypt her wakeful guardian down to where she slept and dreamed, cry ing, “Oh, mother, I am coming!’* And then the father would hear the woman’s prayer as she kissed the child and smiled through her tears, sobbing: “Oh, Eindrali, from these shrunken lips hast thou heard that tbs streaks In the morning sky thou cailest the golden land grow brighter and more golden wben In the east the star of the Christ shall shine—ah, 1 fear these eyes, now so sad, so sunken, shall die be fore that morning 1 have loved so long shall ever dawn; but thou, my child, thou sbalt see it. Oh, father, my soul grows weary. Oh, forgive ine! I see the dark river rolling, I hear the cold waves call ing. Ob, my daughter, 1 come.” And now Eindrali wandered alone among the flowers, for there was another grave among the graves beneath the palm trees by the flowing Nile. The years went by, and the child became a woman. Still, In the morning, when the day was dawning, was beard the same sweet voice of Eindrali saying. “Oh, hus band, the srar is not shining, but I see the golden land!” And still at evening she knelt before her eastern window and prayed the same prayer the father heard through all the years since Eindrali was a child. Now she seemed more dark, more queenly, for sorrow and faith bad graced with more than beauty the olive brow that only lacked a crown. And still the ctatues In the sileut halls looked down upon the woman as she passed, and the caivings seemed more fall of mystery. Again the years went by. The dark aud wavy hair grew gray,and lines, expressive of ths mind within, curved about the lovely soul-like eyes, and Eindrali taught her children’s children the same holy tales the prophets had written in the sacred scrolls. And now in her aged night, as ever in her youthful day, t he woman knelt before the eastern window and cast long, long looks beyond tier mother’s grave; beyond the blue and distant hills, and now prayed in trembling voice: "Oh, father, I bare waited; now 1 hear the angel’s voice; 1 see the dark river rolling and hear the eold wave* calling, but I hare never seen tbs star shining and the golden land grow more golden—for the Christ has not come.” And the aged Eindrali fell asleep, and the stars cast down long golden whispers as she dreamed in their beckoning rays that she was ouev more a child. What a pleasant dreamt Again she wan dered among the flowers in the sunshine, listened tothe singing waters of the brooks, and heard the trees waring in the wood land; to her ail blades of grass, all blossom leaves and drops of dew, warble of birds and insects’ hum seemed echoes of voices unknown and messages divine. What a fateful dream! Again she lin gered beneath the palms waving beside tbe Nile, ami the child smiled through her tears as she laid a flower ou her mother’s grave. Here she lay down to rest, and the twilight darkened and the night ns the child of Palestine slept and dreamed. Now, agalu. when tbe day was dawning her faithful guardian bean! a child voice calling, anil started at its words: “Oh. mother, I am coming, 1 am coining now. Oh, grandma, I see it, I see tbe star. How bright our native sky! Oh, grandma, oh, mother, the altar is shining and the golden land grows more golden, for the Christ has waved beside tbe flowing Nile, and the Christ's star in the east was shiniug above tbe fields and bills of Palestine.—W. J. Thorold in Toronto Mail. J. T. PKLMER i STILL SELLING Boots, Shoes, Rubbers, Men’s and Boys’ Hats and Caps, at FIB nwr DEFY G0Pm.tx> shoe wear for the j, T. PALMER, OWENS BL’K. HOLIDAYS. WAYCROSS, GEORGIA. HAPPY!! NO NAME FOR IT! This Gentleman has found the most extensive and complete es tablishment of any kink in Way- cross. A regular MULTUM IN PARVO. Where they make anything in wood from a Pine Plank to an to an Elaborate Sideboard in the highest style of art. _3--— GOOD SOLID ICE Delivered at your door or shipped in any quantity, anywhere. ELGCTBIG LIGHTS For Street, Store or Dwelling. We refer to the V/ I «J WHOSE OFFICE AND WORKS ARE IN WEST WAYCROSS. Fancy Furniture, Moulding, all kinds of Wood Carving and Turning. Two immense dry kilns. Bone Dry Lumber Dressed and worked. Stoie wood at your door at $1.00 for for two-h'orse wagon load. Agent for Fay’s manilla building paper. . K . R. B. KEENE, Plumbing, Gas Fitting, TIN, SHEET IRON AND COPPER WORK. STEAM FITTIN'O A SPECIALTY. TIN ROOFING AND JOB WORK. Pumps, Pipe, Steam, Gas and Water Fitting. Wells Driven at Short Notice, and Every Well Guarnteed Plant Avenue, near Canal, Waycross, Ga. THE C. C. GRACE CO. SPECIAL INDUCEMENTS rXITED AT YULETIDE. In her golden hair as he approached her; the red flush rose in her cheeks at his touch. Ah, that was love! But now love was all dead, all withered, all gone in the long ago. loose sole of his boot against the register. Cyril was gone. The major hardly no ticed his absence, but ejaculated, “You’re a brick, Cyril, my boy!” as though he thought the lad were near by. i Hi tbe dim light of the Rfternoon Cyril had not noticed that the liues in his friend’s face were more drawn than usual; that his eyes were brighter than they had ever seemed before, and that there was a strange quiry, “Is himself all right, sir?” But then, you see, he had not learned that it was now three days since the major had stirred from his room. As the evening wore on the major never altered his attitude, though he mumbled strange things to himself. First be called himself a driveling idiot; tyr. “Serves you right, you coward; serves you right,” he muttered, and his eyes gleamed exultingly. “Who’s to pity you now? What good are your dreams, you Idiot? Starve, d you! Starve, starve, you dreamer of dreams!” He had not eaten anything for five days. It was the 31th of December, and he knew he would have no money wherewith to purchase even a roll before the advent of the new year. Yet he gloried in it—gloried fiendishly. “Tomorrow’s Christmas!” he chuckled. “Well, you loafer, you can dream of its dinners and bliss! You’ve dreamed be fore, you dreamer; dream now. Fill your self, glut yourself with dreams!” And again be tapped the register with his broken shoe and crooned over it, and though the darkness had settled like a pall he still forbore to light the gas or stir from his seat in the corner. Presently he saw one of the most fantas tic dreams of a bygone folly take shape outside in the gloom and creep In through chink in the window. It was once a beautiful dream—a vision of endless fame and millions. It crawled in through a chink and stealthily crept behind him. He begged of it to go away, but it only jeered at him and then disguised itself in the garb soul with terror. It came and wound Itself all around him, and stifled and choked him with its weight and clamminess. He tried to shriek out, but the ghost of another dead dream came and strangled him and gagged his month with a gag. Then another dream of glory came and meta morphosed itself into aredhot spike and ground itself into his head, and all the other dreams his fancy once had painted came disguised as cold lumps of lead and ponnaea tnemsetves against tbe inside — his stomach. On Christmas morning the maid of all work found him there, limp and uncon scious, a senseless lump of humanity jam- bled np in a heap beside tbe register. It was a charming Christmas party, bit old fashioned and unpretentious for people of wealth and fashion perhaps, bat then, as it was purely a family affair, they WAYCROSS JJAVTNG added all m Machinery to our shop, we are now prepared to do all kinds of casting, repairing and general work on Locomotives. We also carry in stock Stationary and Saw Mills, Piping, Belting, Pulleys, Hangers and Brass Cocks of all kinds. Wi make a specialty of SYRUP MILLS AND KETTLES. ALL WORK GUARANTEED. GIVE US A TRIAL AND BE CONVINCED. Z Special Inducements to Buyei Ladies’ Jackets, Blazers, Capes. Dress Trainings prepared, will go far toward a merry Christmas: Crecy Soup. Spanish Mackerel with Cucumbers. Boast Turkey. Celery Fritters. Chicken Pie. Salad of Celery and Cabbage. Plum Pudding. Oranges tiled with Banana. Orange and Pineapple Jelly. Fruit. Cheese. Coffee. —New York Herald A Warm Heart. . ~I hope you have done some good this Christmas day. Mr. Closefist,” said the minister. “Yea, I have. Simmons’ mortgage wae payable today, and I’ve given him till to morrow to get out of tbe house.”—Selected. Deliver Us frees This. This is ths time when no mam i« antirely safe tram tbs temptation offered his wife K «ipKloc(I>lttT<lKU that rad:-sin. Cran, 91 « Box—Jort the Tour for — * - "-PMUdelphL* Ledger. Serges, Bilges, Henriettas, -- Cashmeres, Bedford Cords, Flannels, Ladies’ Cloth, Whip-Cords, All-wool Plaids, Landsdown,. Silk Warp, Henrietta, Brilliantines. Write for samples. Surah, China, Faille, Bengaliue, Moire, Figured and Changeable Silks, Featlierine, Gimps and Braids of All kinds. The handsomest line of Jet Trim mings in town. Don’t forget us when you think of buying Shoes. We are agent for Zeigler’s, and they are the best. THE C. C. GRACE CO CASON & MILLER, Groceries, Hay, [Grain, Flour and Butter are Specialties. Court House Square. the blackguard levanted 1” said Mr. Hart ley emphatically. “I believe so,” sighed his wife. “Charles was weak, very weak; he could never face misfortune. But Helen must have gotten over it ages ago. Ten years Is n long time, my dear—a very long time indeed.” The party drew up at 263. Never be ing house door, and as she peeked through the window whereat she was washing the dishes she guessed that there must be a mistake. But when she opened the door and saw Cyril she knew for whom the visitors had called. “The major, sir, Lor’, sir, the major’s nearly dyin. He’s in bed, sir. I think they’ll be takin him to hospital. He was lyin all of a heap on the floor this morning, .an Mrs. Gales—that’s the landlady, sir- says as how he hadn’t nothin to eat in a “You had better let me go up alone,” said Cyril, but Louise ran up after him, and Mrs. Hartley puffed and panted still farther in the rear. When Cyril entered tbe room the major was lying pale and faint looking in his bed. His gray face looked awfully haggard on the white pillow; his eyes were sunken in his head, “You’re a brick, Sid, my boy; but what are you here for?” he gasped. “Who’s that with you? The little one, eh? God bless her! Stand back and let me look at her, boy! “Ah, my God—God bless yon, Sid! God bless you!” He sank back exhausted with his hand in that of his friend. At the same moment a pair of soft arms clasped Cyril’s neck. “Don’t let mamma come up, Sid! It’s him, it’s him! Don’t let mamma come upi” The girl knelt down by the major and kissed him. “Father!” she called to him, “don’t you know your baby Lou?” Well, it was a bit late to stop the two older ladles. Even as Cyril stooped down over his kneeling sweetheart Mrs. Hartley puffed In through the door, and Helen Wingfield was with her. Later that evening the major sat propped np in a pillowed chair in the Hartleys’ drawing room and a pale faced woman Btood over him. .Somehow nobody spoke, and there was something glistening in the wrinkled cor ners of the sick man’s eyes. Nervously pretending to forget the lost past he glanced at his battered shoes. “They leaked, Sid, my boy; they leaked! You know they did!” The pale faced woman bent nearer him. “That’s all over now, dear,” she whispered. "Forget; forget.” Silently the others stole away from the “Listen to the chimes, Lou,” said Cyril as they stood in tbe gloom of the outer lobby. The vesper bells of Christmas were ringing through the town, but Louise Wingfield never heard them. With her arms around his neck she was sobbing like a child on his bosom. Whether it was from love or gladness one really cannot tell; but the Christmas chimes were ringing out side, and the two were standing there to gether.—Chicago Evening Post. WAy CROSS Music-Store. PIHN0S, ant Sure Sewing Machines ALL KINDS OF ATTACHMENTS, Needles, Oils, etc. J. n. KNIGHT, Manager. Is supplying the public witli i of them minded looking free and easy. The coffee merchant himself was there With his son, and he seemed prond of the boy as he watched him hovering after the little girl with tbe blue eyes and tbe gold curls. The cousins, too, were of the best. Old Mr. Hartley, looked as if he ought to have been an archbishop. Mr. Hartley, junior, was » species of perambulating smile. He loved everybody and everything, and his lines always fell in easy places. His wife was one of those pudgy little women who are always in a fuss until some emergency turns up and then become as cool as clams. Her two children “favored the father” and were always grinning under their merry little turned np noses. In fact they were all dear, good people, and as foiid of each other as fond could be. “And why didn’t your friend, the major, come along?” asked pudgy little Mrs. Hartley as the dinner got under way. “Yes, my boy, you should have insisted upon his coming,” added Grandpapa Hart ley from the head of the table. “We’re all so matter of fact, you knowr A little of his nonsense would have been a novelty.” Then as the questions came thick and fast Cyril told the story of Christmas eve with unadorned simplicity. He told about everything down to the leaky boots. And when he bad finished his story the little girl at his side leaned over. “Sid,” said she, “couldn’t we do any thing for him? Couldn’t we all go and call on him after dinner and make him come down and spend the rest of the Christmas here?” “That’s just what I was going to sug gest myself, Louise,” interjected Mrs. Hartley. “We’ll all start right down im mediately after dinner. My husband will take me, and you, Helen*” and she pointed to Mrs. — “ son. Si Louise.' In that manner the entire matter was settled satisfactorily, and, as Mis. Hartley explained with great fussiness as they started, it was their bonnden duty to go and see the old gentleman who seemed to have no friends save Cyril’s to think of him ou Christmas day. “I don’t know that it was right of us to bring Helen,” suggested Mrs. Hartley to her smiling husband as they drove through the snow. “You know it was on Christ mas day that Charles proposed to her, and It was the next Christmas day that they Were married, and” “Yes. ami it v i Christie A Christmas Suggestion. Would it not be an experiment worth trying if in every household there were a compact made to give and receive presents of less cost than heretofore, and to ns* any balance of money that might otherwise have been expended in some way that shall add real value to the life of those who are unable to give gifts at all? The money that is unwisely spent in many families of not very large incomes for things that are presently laid by and forgotten, if put together in one sum, would provide a southern winter for an invalid who would die .In. the north; or a journey in the hills next year for a tired needle woman; or would give a young girl, with a talent for pencil orplano, the beginning of the education. In art she ought to have; ot send a poor boy 'through one years of col lege; or stock'a. little haberdashery for some one who cannot work, and to beg who is ashamed; or procure surgery, cloth ing and conntlees comforts, and turn the dreariness of poverty stricken homes into sunshine. Is this hot really something for many of ns to consider?—Ladies’ Home Journal. A Christmas Song. Come wealth or want, come good or ill. Let young"and old accept their part. ♦ Groceries, Hay and Grain, Canned Goods, AND EVERYTHING KEPT IN A FIRST-CLASS GROCERY. A Fine Line of Tobacco and Cigars. NEXT noon NORTH OF T. E. Lanier’s Jewelry Establishment. Quality First-Class. Call and be Convinced. PRICES i THE LOWEST. -w. P. leeT Western Furniture Co. /KINDS < BABY ENJOYS SOLID COHTOBT IN A "PATENT PALACE SLEEPING^ COACH.** The “Palace Steep- Furniture, Bedding, Carpets, etc. sing the bottom iltaneouslt. and h back dy soft, ci Installment Plan, Special Pricks For Cash. HERSCHKOVITZ BROTHERS. December 2G-tf And bear It with an honest heart. Fho miseee or who wins the prise. Go, lose or conquer as you can; lot if you fail or if you rise. Be each, pray God, a gentleman. The shepherds heard it overhead— The joyful angels raised it then. Glory to heaven on high. It sold. And peace on earth to gentle men. My song, save this. Is litle worth; I lay the weary pen aside. And wish you health and love and mirth. As fits the solemn Christmas tide. As fits the holy Christmas birth. Be this, good friends oar carol still— Be^peace on earth, be peace on earth. To men of gentle wilL —Thackeray. Missing Silver Dollars. According to the records of tbe mint 19,570 silver dollars were coined in the year 1804. Of this number bnt eight are known, and they are valued at from $500 to $3,000 each. What became of the remaining 19,562 is one of the great est numismatics! mysteries.—St. Louis Republic. Bo Saata Class deserts tbe sleigh and deer. if* in on* hone shay. !the racket! »STORE,» FALL AND WINTER GOODS Have arrived. We are carrying a full lineof Clothing, Dry Goods, Shoes, Hats : fqUiiJte. Which we will sell at the Lowest Possible Prices. Men’s Suits, any size, from $3:50, $4.50, $5.25, $0.00, $7.00, $7.75, $9.00 and up. Black Double-Breasted Suita for only $S.00, worth $13.50. We will sell you Pants from 50c. to $7.00. Single Coatr in every style from $1.50 up. Vests of all kinds at correspondingly low prices. Men’s Over Coats from $2.50 to $15 Boys’Over Coats from $1.25 up. Youths* and Boys’Clothing Double or Single Breasted at the lowest price. Hats of all kind at the Lowest Prices. Our line of Ladies’ Jackets, Hair Capes and Astra Capes, Wrappers, and all kinds of Ladies’ Waists, Ladies’ and Gents’ Rubber Goods and all kinds of Underwear. RACKET STORE, Pint lianii, Waycross, Gaorgia. j. 5iEBEiuux t proprietor. liit door to Wostorn Foroltoro Go. THAT we do tbe Finest Job Print ing, at the Lowest Prices, and use tbe Best Stock -in tbis sec tion. Come and see us.