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ait' muter me hoofs of the trampling
charges. •‘Fiepon remembers!” he mnr-
Ile spurred the horse he had just
mounted against the dense crowd op
posing him. against the hard, black
wall of dust and smoke and steel and
savage faces and lean, swarthy arms,
which were ail that his eyes could see
and that seemed impenetrable as gran
ite. moving and changing though it j
was. He thrust the gray against it. \
while he waved his sword above his j
head.
“Charge, my brother! France!
France! France!”
His voice, well known, well loved,
thrilled the hearts of his comrades,
and brought them together like a trum
pet call. They had gone with him
many a time into the hell of battle,
into the jaws of death. They surged
about him now. striking, thrusting,
forcing with blows of their sabers or
their lances, and blows of their beasts’
ore feet,a passage one to another, until
they were reunited once more as one
troop. They loved him; he had called
them his brethren. They were like
lambs for him to lead, like tigers for
him to incite. They could see him lift
aloft the eagle he had caught from the
last hand that had borne it, the golden
gleam of the young morning dashing
like dame upon the brazen wings and
they shouted, as with one throat:
“Mazagran! Mazagrau!” As the battal
ion of Mazagran had died keeping the
ground through the whole o f the
scorching day, while the fresh hordes
poured down on them like ceaseless
torrents, snow fed and exhaustless, so
they were ready to hold the ground
here until of all their number there
should he left not one living man.
He glanced hack on them, guarding
fis head the while from the lances that
were rained on him, and he lifted the
guidon higher and higher, till out of
the ruck and the throng the brazen
bird caught afresh the rays of the
rising sun.
“Follow me!” he shouted.
Then, like arrows launched at once
from a hundred hows, they charged,
he still slightly in advance of them,
the bridle flung upon his horse’s neck,
his head and breast bare; one hand
striking aside with his blade the steel
shafts as they poured on him, the
other holding high above the press the
eagle of the Bonapartes.
The effort was superb. For the mo
ment the Bedouins gave way, shaken
and confused, as at the head of the
French they saw this man, with his
hair blowing in the wind and the sun
on the fairness of his face, ride down
on them thus unharmed, though a
dozen spears were aimed at his naked
breast, dealing strokes sure as death
right and left as he went, with the
light from the hot blue skies on the
ensign of France that he bore.
They knew him, they had met him in
many conflicts, and wherever the “fair
Frank,” as they called him, came there
they knew of old the battle was hard
to win, bitter to the bitterest end,
whether that end were defeat or vic
tory costly as defeat in its achieve
ment.
And for the moment they recoiled un
der the shock of that fiery onslaught.
For the moment they parted and wa
vered and oscillated beneath the impe
tus with which he hurled his hundred
chasseurs on them with that light,
swift, indescribable rapidity and re
sistlessness of attack characteristic of
the African cavalry.
Though a score or more, one on an
other, had singled him out with a spe
cial and violent attack, he had gone as
yei unwounded save for a ianee thrust
in his shoulder, of which, in the heat
of the conflict, ho was unconscious.
The “fighting fury” was upon him.
As he spurred his horse down on
them now 20 blades glittered against
him. The foremost would have cut
straight down through the hone of his
bared chest and killed him at a single
lunge, but as its steel flashed in tlie-
sun one of his troopers threw himself
against it and parried the stroke from
him by sheathing it in his own breast.
The blow was mortal, and the one who
had saved him reeled down off his sad
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their darkened sight.
But to pause was impossible. Though
the French horses were forced with
marvelous dexterity through a bristling
forest of steel, though the remnant of
the once glittering squadron was easi
against them in as headlong a daring
as if it had half tlie regiments of the
empire at its hack, the charge availed
little against the hosts of the desert
that had rallied and swooned down
afresh almost as soon as they had been
for the instant of tho shock panic
stricken. They closed in on every side,
wheeling their swift coursers hither
and thither, striking with lance and
blade, hemming in beyond escape the
doomed fragment of the Frankish
squadron till there remained of them
but one small nucleus—a ring of horse
men, of whom every one had his face
to the foe; a solid circle curiously
wedged one against the other, with the
bodies of chargers and of men deep
around them and with the ground soak
ed with blood till the sand was one red
morass.
Cecil held the eagle still and looked
round on tho few left to him.
“You are the sons of the Old Guard.
Die like them.”
They answered with a pealing cry,
terrible as the cry of the lion in the
hush of the night, hut a shout that had
in it assent, triumph, fealty, victory,
even as they obeyed him and drew up
to die, while in their front was the
young brow of Petit Picpon turned up
ward to the glare of the skies.
The Arabs honored these men, who
alone and in the midst of the hostile
force held their ground and prepared
thus to be slaughtered one by one till
of all the squadron that had ridden out
in the darkness of the dawn there
should be only a black, huddled, stiff
ened heap of dead men and of dead
beasts. The chief who led them press
ed them hack, withholding them from
the end that was so near to their hands
when they should stretch that single
ring of horsemen all lifeless in the dust.
“You are great warriors!” ho cried In
the Sabir tongue. “Surrender! We
will spare!”
Cecil looked back once more on the
fragment of his troop and raised tho
eagle higher aloft where the wings
should glisten in the fuller day. Half
naked, scorched, blinded, with an open
gash in his shoulder where the lanee
had struck and with his brow wet with
the great dews of the noon heat and
the breathless toil, his eyes were clear
as they flashed with the light of the
sun in them. His mouth smiled as he
answered:
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‘ ‘ Charge! Charge!’ ’
surrender!” they shouted. Then, with
their swords above their heads, they
waited for the collision of the terrible
attack which would fall on them upon
every side and strike all the sentient
life out of them before the sun should
be one point higher in the heavens. It
came. With a yell as of wild beasts in
their famine the Arabs threw them
selves forward, the chief himself sin
gling out the “fair Frank” with a vio
lence of a lion flinging himself on a
leopard. One instant longer, one flash
of time, and the tribes pressing on
them would have massacred them like
cattle driven into the pens of slaughter.
Bre it could be done a voice like the
ring of a silver trumpet echoed over
the field:
“Charge! Charge! Tue, tue, tue!”
Above the din, the shouts, the tumult,
tlie echoing of the distant musketry,
that silvery cadence rang. Down into
the midst, with the tricolor waving
above her head, the bridle of her fiery
mare between her teeth, the raven of
the dead zouave flying above her head
and her pistol leveled in deadly aim,
rode Cigarette.
The lightning fire of the crossing
swords played round her. the glitter of
lances dazzled her eyes, the reek of
smoke and of carnage was round her,
hut she dashed down into the heart of
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tne connict as gayly as though she
rode at a review, laughing, shouting,
waving her torn colors that she grasp
ed, with her curls blowing hack in the
breeze and her bright young face set
in the warrior’s lust. Behind her by
scarcely a length galloped three squad
rons of chasseurs and spahis, trampling
headlong SVer the corpse strewn field
and breaking through the masses of the
Arabs as though they were seas of
corn.
She wheeled her mare
cil’s side at the moment
swift passes of his blade he had ward
ed off the chief’s blows and sent his
own sword down through the chest
bones of the Bedouin’s mighty form.
“Well struck! The day is turned!
Charge!”
She gave the order as though she
were a marshal of the empire. The sun
blaze fell on her where she sat on the
rearing, fretting, half bred gray, with
the tricolor folds above her head and
her teeth tight gripped on the chain
bridle and her face all glowing and
warm and full of the fierce fire of war,
a little amazon in scarlet and blue and
gold, a young Jeanne d’Arc, with the
crimson fez in lieu of the silvered
casque and the gay broideries of her
fantastic dress instead of the breast
plate of steel. And with the flag of
her idolatry, the flag that was as her
religion, floating back as she went she
spurred her mare straight against the
Arabs, straight over the lifeless forms
of the hundreds slain, and after her
poured the fresh squadrons of caval
ry, tlie ruby burnoose cf the spahis
streaming on the wind as their darling
led them on to retrieve the day for
France.
Not a bullet struck or a saber grazed
her; but there, in the heat and the
press of the worst of the slaughter.
Cigarette rode hither and thither, to
and l’ro, her voice ringing like a bird’s
song over the field in command, in ap
plause, in encouragement, in delight;
bearing her standard aloft and un
touched; dashing heedless through a
storm cf blows; cheering on her “chil
dren” to the charge again and again,
and all the while with the sunlight
full on her radiant, spirited head, and
with the grim, gray raven flying above
her, shrieking shrilly its “Tue, tue,
tue!” The army believed with super
stitious faith in the potent spell of that
veteran bird, and the story ran that
whenever lie flew above a combat
France was victor before the sun set.
The echo of the raven’s cry, and the
presence of the child who, they knew,
would have a thousand musket halls
fired in her fair young breast rather
than live to see them defeated, made
the fresh squadrons swoop in like a
whirlwind, bearing down all before
them.
Cigarette saved tho day.
CHAPTER XIII.
1FORE the sun had declined
from the zenith the French
were masters of the field, and
US pursued the retreat of the
Arabs till for miles along the plain the
line of their flight was marked with
horses that had dropped dead in the
strain, and with the motionless forms
of their desert riders. When at length
she returned, coming in with her ruth
less spahis, whose terrible passions she
feared no more than Virgil’s Volscian
huntress feared tlie beasts of forest
and plain, the raven still hovered
above her exhausted mare, the torn
flag was still in her left hand, and the
bright laughter, the flash of ecstatic
triumph, was still in her face as she
sang the last lines of her own war
chant. The leopard nature was roused
in her. She was a soldier: death had
been about her from her birth; she
neither feared to give nor to receive
it; she was happy as such elastic, sun
lit, dauntless youth as hers alone can
be, returning in the reddening after
glow at tlie head of her comrades to
the camp she had saved, while all who
remained of the soldiers who, hut for
her, would have been massacred long
ere then, threw themselves forward,
crowded round her, caressed and
laughed, and wept, and shouted with
all the changes of their intense mercu
rial temperaments, kissed her hoots,
her sash, her mare’s drooping neck,
and lifting her, with wild vivas that
rent tlie sky, on to the shoulders of
die four tallest men among them, bore
her to the presence of the only chief
officer of high rank who had survived
the terrors of the day.
And he, a grave and noble looking
veteran, uncovered his head and bowed
before her as courtiers how before
their queens.
“Mademoiselle, you saved the honor
of France. In the name of France, 1
thank you.”
The tears rushed swift and hot into
Cigarette’s bright eyes—tears of joy,
tears of pride. She was but a child
still in much, and she could be moved
by the name of France as other chil
dren by the name of their mothers.
“Chut! I did nothing,” she said rap
idly. “I only rode fast.”
The frenzied hurrahs of the men who
heard her drowned her words. They
loved her for what she had done; they
loved her better still because she set
no count on it.
“The empire will think otherwise,”
said the major of the zouaves. “Tell
me, my little one, how did you do this
thing?”
Cigarette, balancing herself with a
foot on either shoulder of her support
ers, gave the salute and answered:
“Simply, my commander, very sim
ply. I was alone, riding midway be
tween you and the main army—three
leagues, say, from each. I was all
alone; only Yole-qui-veut flying with
me for fun. I met a colon. I knew the
man. For the matter ef that I did him
once a service—saved his geese and his
fowls from burning one winter's day
in their house, while he wrung his
hands and looked on. Well, he was
full of terror and told me there was
fighting yonder—here lie meant—so I
rode nearer to see. That was just up
on sunrise. I dismounted and ran up
a palm there.” And Cigarette pointed
to a faroff slope crowned with the re
mains cf a once mighty palm forest.
“I got up very high. I could see miles
round. I saw how thingsj were with
you. For the moment I was coming
straight to you. Then I thought 1
should do more service if I let the main
army know and brought you a re-c-n-
forcement. I rode fast. Dieu! I rode
fast. My horse dropped .under me
twice, hut I reached them at last, and
I went at once to the general. lie
guessed at a glance how things were,
and I told him to_ give_me. my sriahls
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ami let me go. So he did. I got oil a
mare of his own staff, and away we
came. It was a near thing. If we had
been a minute later, it had been all up
with you.”
“True, indeed,” muttered the zouave
in his beard. “A superb action, my lit
tle one. But did you meet no Arab
scouts to step you?”
Cigarette laughed.
“Did I not? Met them by dozens.
Some had a shot at me; some had a
round bv Ce- I shot fr0UJ me - ° ae follow nearly wing-
when with six C<1 m0 - but ! " ot though them ail
somehow. Saprist5! 1 galloped so fast
I was very hard to hit flying. Those
things only require a little judgment.
But some men always are creeping
when they should fly and always are
scampering when they should saunter,
and thou they wonder when they make
fiasco. Bah!”
And Cigarette laughed again.’ “Men
were such bunglers. Ouf!” -
“Mademoiselle, if all soldiers were
like you.” answered the major of
zouaves curtiy, “to command a battal
ion would he paradise.”
“All soldiers would do anything I
have done,” retorted Cigarette, who
never took a compliment at the ex
pense of her “children.” “They do not
all get the opportunity. Opportunity
is a little angel. Some catch him as he
goes; some let him pass by forever,
l’ou must he quick with him, for he is
like an oel to wriggle away. If you
want a good soldier, take that aristo
crat— that handsome Victor. Pouf!
All his officers were .down, and how
splendidly he led the troop! He was
going to die with them rather than sur
render. Napoleon”—and Cigarette un
covered her curly head reverentially,
as at the name of a deity—“Napoleon
would have given him his brigade ere
this. If you had seen him kill the
chief!”
“He will have justice done him. nev
er fear. And for you—the cross shall
be on your breast. Cigarette, if I live
over tonight to write my dispatches.”
And the major saluted her once more
and turned away to view the carnage
strewn plain and number the few who
remained out of those who had been
wakened by the clash of the Arab
arms in the gray of the earliest dawn.
Cigarette’s eyes flashed like sun play
ing on water, and her flushed cheeks
grew scarlet. Since her infancy it had
been her dream to have the cross to lie
above her littie lion’s heart. It had
been the one longing, the one ambition,
the one undying desire, of her soul,
and. lo, she touched its realization.
The wild, frantic, tumultuous cheers
and caresses of her soldiery, who could
not triumph in her and triumph with
fier enough to satiate them, recalled her
to the actual moment. She sprang
down from her elevation and turned
on them with a rebuke. “Ah, you are
making this fuss about me while hun
dreds of better soldiers than I lie yon
der. Let us look to them first. We
will play the fool afterward.”
And, although she had ridden 50
miles that day if she had ridden one,
though she had eaten nothing since
sunrise and had only had one draft cf
bad water, though she was tired and
stiff and bruised and parched with
thirst. Cigarette dashed off as lightly
as a young goat to lock for the wound
ed and tlie dying men who strewed the
plain far and near.
She remembered one whom she had
not seen after that first moment in
which she had given the word to the
squadrons to charge.
It was a terrible sight—the arid plain,
lying in tlie scarlet glow cf sunset, cov
ered with dead bodies, with mutilated
limbs, with horses gasping and writh
ing, with men raving like \nv.d crea
tures in the torture of their wounds.
She had seen great slaughter often
enough, but even she had not seen any,
struggle more close, more murderous,
than this had been. The dead lay by
hundreds, French and Arab locked in
one another’s limbs as they had fallen
when the ordinary mode of warfare
had failed to satiate their violence, and
they had wrestled together like wolves
fighting and rending one another over
a disputed carcass.
“Is he killed? Is he killed?” she
thought as she bent over each knot of
motionless bodies where here and there
some faint stifled breath or some moan
of agony told that life still lingered’
beneath the huddled, stiffening heap.
And a tightness came at her heart.
An aching fear made her shrink as she
raised each hidden face that she had
never known before. “What if he he?”
she said fiercely to herself. “It is
nothing to me. I hate him, the cold
aristocrat. I ought to be glad if I see
him lying here.”
But, despite her hatred for him, she
could not banish that hot, feverish
hope, that cold, suffocating fear which,
turn by turn, quickened and slackened
the bright flow of her warm young
blood as she searched among the slain.
A dog’s moan caught her car. She
turned and looked across. Upright
among a ghastly iot of inen and charg
ers sat the small, snowy poodle of the
chasseurs, beating tho air with its lit
tle paws as it had been taught to do
when it needed anything and howling
piteously as it begged.
“Flick-Flack! What is it, Flick-
Flack?” she cried to him, while, with
a bound, she reached the spot. The
dog leaped on her, rejoicing. The dead
were thick there—10 or 12 deep—French
trooper and Bedouin rider flung across
one another, horribly entangled with
the limbs, tlie manes, the shattered
bodies of their own horses. Among
them she saw the face she sought as
the dog eagerly ran hack, caressing .the
hair of a soldier who lay underneath
the weight of nis gray charger that had
been killed by a musket ball.
Cigarette grew very pale, as she had
never grown when the hailstorm of
buuis naa Deen pouring on her in the
midst- of a battle, hut, with the rapid
skill and strength she had acquired
long before she reached the place, lift
ed aside first one, then another, of the
lifeless Arabs that had fallen above
him and drew out from beneath the
suffocating pressure of hjs horse’s
weight the head and the frame of the
chasseur whom Fliek-Flack had sought
out and guarded.
For a moment she thought him dead.
Then, as she drew him out where the
cool breeze of the declining day could
reach him. a slow breath, painfully
drawn, moved his chest She saw that
he was unconscious from the stifling
oppression under which he had been
buried since noon. An hour more with
out one touch of fresher air and life
would have been extinct
Cigarette bad with her the flask of
She jo reed the end between his lips.
nrauuy mm sue always brought on
such errauds as these. She forced the
end between his lips and poured some
down his throat. Her hand shook
slightly as she did so. a weakness the
gallant little campaigner never before
then had known.
It revived him in a degree. He breath
ed more freely, though heavily and
with difficulty still, but gradually the
deathly leaden color of his face was
replaced by the hue of life, and his
heart began to heat more loudly. Con
sciousness did not return to him. He
lay motionless and senseless, with his
head resting on her lap and with Fliek-
Flack. in eager affection, licking his
hands and his hair.
“lie was as good as dead. Flick-
Flack. if it had not beeD for you and
me.” said Cigarette, while she wetted
his lips with more brandy. “Ah, hah!
And he would be more grateful, Flick-
Flack, for a scornful scoff from mi-
lad i.”
Still, though she thought this, she let
his head lie on her lap. and as she
looked down on him there was the glis
ten as of tears in the brave, sunny
eyes of the little Friend of the Flag.
“He is so handsome, so handsome!”
she muttered in her teeth, drawing a
silklike lock o? his hair through her
hands and looking at the stricken
strength, the powerless limbs, the bare
chest, cut aud bruised and heaved pain
fully by each uneasy breath. She was
of a vivid, voluptuous, artistic nature;
she was thoroughly womanlike in her
passions and her instincts, though she
so fiercely contemned womanhood. If
be had not been beautiful, she would
never have looked twice at him, never
once have pitied his fate.
And he was beautiful still, though
his hair was heavy with dew and dust,
though his face was scorched with
powder, though his eyes were closed
as with the leaden weight of death and
his beard was covered with the red
stains of blood that had flowed from
the lance wound on his shoulder.
The restless movements of little
Flick-Flack detached a piece of twine
passed around his favorite’s throat;
the glitter of gold arrested Cigarette’s
eyes. She caught what the poodle’s im
patient caress had broken from the
string. It was a small blue enamel me
dallion bonbon box with a hole through
it by which it had been slung—a tiny
toy once costly, now tarnished, for it
had been carried through many rough
scenes and many years of hardship,
had been bent by blows struck at tlie
breast against which it rested, and
was clotted now with blood. Inside it
was a woman’s ring of sapphires and
opals.
She looked at both close in the glow
of the setting sun, then passed the
string through and fastened the box
afresh. It was a mere trifle, but it
sufficed to banish her dream, to arouse
her to contemptuous, impatient bitter
ness with that new weakness that had
for tlie hour broken her down to the
level of this feverish folly. He was
beautiful—yes! Slie could uot bring
bcrsclf to bate him; she could not
help the brimming tears blinding her
eyes when she looked at him stretched
senseless thus. But he was wedded
to his past; that toy in his breast,
whatever it might he, whatever tale
might cling to it, was sweeter to^him
than her lips would ever he. Bah!
There were better men than he. Why
had she uot IcL him lie and die as he
might umlir the pile of dead?
“You deserve to be shot—you!” said
Cigarette, fiercely abusing herself as
she put his head off her lap, and rose
abruptly and shouted to a Tringlo who
was at some distance searching for
the wounded. “Here is a chasseur
with some breath in him.” she said,
curtly, as the man with Ills mule cart
and its sad burden of half dead, moan
ing, writhing frames drew near at her
summons. “Put him in. Soldiers cost
too much training to waste them on
jackals and kites, if one can help it.
Lift him up! Quick!”
“He is badly hurt,” said the Tringlo.
She shrugged her shoulders.
“Oh. no! I have had worse scratches
myself. The horse fell on him; that
was tho mischief. Most of them here
have swallowed the leaden pill once
and for all. I never saw a prettier
thing—every lascar has killed Ids own
little knot cf Arbicos. Look how nice
and neat they look.”
She was not going to have him im
agine she cared for that chasseur whom
he lifted up on his little wagon with so
kindly a care—not she! Cigarette was
as proud in her way as was ever the
Princess Yenetia Corona.
Nevertheless she kept pace with the
mules, carrying little Flick-Flack, and
never paused on her way. though she
passed scores of dead Arabs, whose sil
ver ornaments aud silk broideries,
commonly after such a fantasia, re
plenished the knapsack and adorned in
profusion the uniform of the young
filibuster, being gleaned by her right
and left as her lawful harvest after tlie
fray.
“Leave him there. I will have a look
at him,” she said at the first empty
tent they reached. Cigarette. left alone
with the wounded man. lying insensi
ble still on a heap of forage, ceased her
song and grew very quiet. She had a
certain surgical skill, and she dressed
his wounds with the cold, clear water
and washed away the dust and tlie
blood that covered his breast.
[tcbe continued.] .
Dr. Caldwell’s Syrup Pepsin cures
Stomach trontilp.
Sold by h b m'Master, Waynes
boro; H. Q. Bel!, Millen.
AFFAIRS IN PHILIPPINES.
American Com >ot it ion y,
ea.ice
an
Vienna, July 17.—Deemv
has been commissioned by the
sentatives of the boot and shoe tr '
question the Staathalcer in the l * 1
Austrian diet as to what the bodv
tends to do with regard to the t'i
oned invasion of the Vienna mario*- ^
an American syndicate. The i L
i • • , ‘°cai b 0m l
and stioe men consider that Ameri
competition menaces the very exLrV^ 11
of the whole local industry ' " nca
Case i f Governor \\ Hit marsh—Gaber-
ro and Seventy Me:i Surrender.
Manila, July JG.—H. PLelps Whit-
marsh, governor oi Benguit province,
who was recenrly ordered to Manila for
investigation of court charges against
him, is writing a statement in his own
defense ro the United States commis
sion, denying some and explaining other
charges against him. Whether or not
he is exonerated, it is considered that it
will be difficult for him and Otto
Scherer, secretary of the province, to
gether to govern the province success
fully, the two officials having clashed.
The insurgent general, Gaberro.witb 70
meu. has surrendered to the authorities
at Legaspi.
Lequino, who has proved to be respon
sible ror the murder of five captive sol
diers ot tne Twelfth United states in-
SfSXSS RHEUMATISM and CATARRH CURED
U-
Balloon Exploded; Killed (j ...
St. Petersburg, July 17.—n-^
eratious with a military ballot.
Scbluesselburg, on an islaud i n
Nava, 21 miles east of this city. the i, •
loon exploited and blazed up. ’ Qae
sou was killed aud 20 were in r ’
several fatally. jareu .
" ; •>
Rear
have been hanged or imprisoned.
-by-
Do vv*
should i
bum': t
qtlpk !y
T ere >
~ureto <
ter.
'.Vi: eh ! 1 rtz^l Salve
;pp iy applied t.» ruts.
t 1 -t. I
h -* M N Hi 1
* a ortb .k-s ,
:t DeWill’s.
- iotbes and
injured part
‘.ton(erf.- it, 1>
H. B. Mt lflS
Ktwird For Murderer.
Atlanta, July 16 —Goveruor Cand- 1
ler has t
arrest, wirit evidence sufficient to con-
S
rilla
QUABT BOTTLES.
!H THE SHADOW OF DEATH,
A Whole Family Cured.
Mrs. C. H. Kingsbury, who keeps i
uea a reward of $200 for the | millinery and fancy goods store at St
« . Louts, Gratiot Co., Mich., and who i.
est, wiru evidence sufficient to con- we q k nown throughout the count—
vie:, or Jacob uu V oss, the negro charged ! gays; To
with the murder of Charles McKinnon, j “f was badly troubled with rlieunn
The reward was requested by tho conn- j tism, catarrh and neuralgia. I h a i
ty commissioner-: ot Coffee, the county j liver complaint and was very bilious. I
in whicli the crime was committed. j was in a bad condition: every day I be-
- 7—— j gan to fear that I should never be a
Aro'drntaily Shot His Son. j well woman; that I should have to
Griffin, Ga., Jniv IS.—Lee Williams, ! settle down into a chronic invalid, and
who live, on .he W pUco, aboo, J
miles irom ike cay, while fooling with | ominended to me. I TOOK FOUR
a cheap pistol, shot his 5-year old som ; BOTTLES AND IT CURED ME. and
the ball taking effect under the right : cured my family both. T am very glad
eye, severing the optic nerve aud find- j that I heard of‘it. I would cheerfully
iug lodgment in the brain. j recommend it to every one. I hava
- - ! taken many other kinds of medicine.
jtch on riunnin cured in 30 minutes i>v I prefer JOHNSTON’S to all of them.*
fails i «>•.
j For sale by il. B. AST Kit, Waynesboro, fi,.
Distiller? ef PURE CORN
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Guaranteed qualify and proof, rer Gal $150.
Wines end Bter. £-3?' JUG TRADE OF BURKE Solicited.
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l'2o3 Broad Street, AUGUSTA. GA.
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Dental Parlors,
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U-tvest Prices Ml Work Gun ran ee.l
Crown ai.d Br ! dge Work a Specially.
POORS & WOODBURY,
821 Broad St., Augusta, Georgia.
Be 1 Phone, 52J,
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On improved Farms
in Burke aud Jefferson Counties.
No Commissions. Lowest Rates.
Loner time or installments.
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705 Broad Street,
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IRON BEDS $3.75 UP. Mattings, Rugs, Etc, ,1
Eacli department in our business is full and complete, and every article Is the very i' -I
that can be bad for the money. We do not hesitate to assert that no other Furniture non*
is quite so full of beauty, elegance and style as ours. When in Augusta be sure to cad I
see us.
FLEMINO Ac BOWLED,
904 Broad Sfrppf. AUGUSTA. GA
We have the largest and best stack0
Furniture ever brought to Augusta, nndoaf
prices are as low as the lowest. Elegant
. PAELOE CHAMBER SETS,
j!' C'-'j’fi SECRETARIES, BOOK CASES,
: I f i i Couches, Sideboards, Bedsteads
BUREAUS. W T ASH STANDS,
Rocking Chairs, straight Chain
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For your Gar
den Seed, On
ion Sets, Early
Rose and Bliss
Irish Potatoes.
We have just
received a
fresh supply of
D. M. Ferry &
Co’s Seeds.
They are noted for putting up the most reli
able Seed sold. Their seed are always fresh
and gives the best results. Our prices are
as low as the lowest.
olso remember we carry a complete
tine f DRUGS and everything generally
kept in a first-class Drug Store.
We have a competent Druggist who has
had 15 years experience.
BUXTON & HAESELER,
GIRARD. GEORGIA.
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