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at Zara 11a? And liow? By scamper
ing fast on my mare and asking for a
squadron or two of my spalns: that
was all. It was not I who saved the
battle. Vfho was it? It was a.Chas
seur d’Afrique, I tell you. V. hat did
he do? Why, this: When his officers
were all gone down, he rallied and
gathered his handful of men and held
the ground with them all through the
day—two, four, six, eight, ten hours
in the scorch of the sun. I tell you
the cross is his and not mine. Take
it back and give it where it is due.”
The marshal listened, half amazed,
half amused, half prepared to resent
I and rugs, toasted a thousand times in
| all brandies and red wines that the
! stores would yield, the little one reigu-
i ed alone and, like many who have
I reigned before her. found lead in her
! scepter, dross,in her diadem, satiety In i
| her kingdom.
1 When it was over, this banquet that
was all in her honor ant that three
! months before would have Seen a para
dise to her, she shook herself free of
| the scores of arms outstretched to keep
1 her captive and went out into the night
| alone. She did not know what she .
! ailed, but she was restless, oppressed,
| weighed down with a sense cf dissatis- !
■ fied weariness that had never before ;
i will and presence, surrounded by his
CHAPTER XIX. 1 staff, by generals of division and bri-
!jXE of the most*brilliant of Al- j -ale, by officers of rank and by some
reriau autumnal days shone ! civilian riders. An aid galloped
camo in the i U P ,0 1)( ’ r where slie stood with the
Vis almost i corps of her spahis and gave her his
at an end for the time. The Vrahs | orders. T!u> little one nodded careless^
were defeated and driven desertward. ; G touched Eto.le-h daute with the
Hostilities irksome, harassing and an- i I )ncii 01 1,10 hpur ’
iioymg, like all guerrilla warfare, would
long continue, but peace was virtually
established, and Zaraila bad been the
chief glory that had been added by the
campaign to the flag of imperial
France. The whole of the army of the
south was drawn up on the immense
level of the plateau to witness the
presentation of the cross of the Legion
of Honor to Cigarette.
It was full noon. The sun shone
without a single cloud on the deep,
sparkling azure of the skies. The
troops stretched east and west, north
and south, formed up in three sides of
one vast massive square. The battal
ions of zouaves and of Zephyrs, the
brigade of Chasseurs d'Al'rique, the
squadrons of spahis, the regiments of
tirailleurs and 'furcos, the batteries
of flying artillery, were all massed
there, reassembled from the various
camps and stations of the southern
provinces to do honor to the day, to do
honor in especial to one by whom the
glory of the tricolor had been saved
unstained.
Mounted on her own little bright bay.
Etoile-Filantg. with tricolor ribbons
flying from his bridle and among tin
glossy fringes of his mane, the little
one rode among her spahis. A scarlet
cap was on her thick, silken curls, a
tricolor sash was knotted round her
waist, her wine barrel was slung on
her left hip, her pistols thrust in her
belt and a iight carbine held in her
hand, with the butt end resting on her
foot. With the sun on her childlike,
brunette face, her eyes flashing like
brown diamonds in the light and her
marvelous horsemanship, showing its
skill in a hundred desinvoltures and
daring tricks, the little Friend of the
Flag had come hither among her half
savage warriors, whose red robes sur
rounded her like a sea of blood. They
loved her, these brutes, whose greed
was like the tiger’s, whose hate was
like the devouring flame, and any who
should have harmed a single lock of
her curling hair would have had the
spears of the African Mussulmans bur
ied by the score in his body. Today
she was to her wild wolves of Africa
what Jeanne of Vancouleurs was to
her brethren of France, and today was
the crown of her young life. France
had heard the story of Zaraila. From
the throne a message had been passed
to her. What was far beyond all else
to her, her own army of Africa had
crowned her and thanked her and
adored her as with one voice, and
wherever she passed the wild cheers
rang through the roar of musketry as
through the silence of sunny air, and
throughout the regiments every sword
would have sprung from its scabbard
in her defense had she but lifted her
hand and said one word—“Zaraila!
There was not one in all those hosts
whose eyes did not turn on her- with
gratitude and reverence and delight in
her as their nvn.
Not one, except where her own keen,
rapid glance, farseeing as the hawk’s,
lighted on the squadrons of the Chas
seurs d’Afrique and found among their
ranks one face, grave, weary, medita
tive, with a haze that seemed looking
far away from the glittering scene to
a grave that lay unseen leagues beyond
the rocky ridge.
A whole army was thinking of her
and of her alone, and there was a void
in her heart, a thorn in her crown, be
cause one among that mighty mass-
one only—gave her presence little heed,
but thought rather of a lonely tomb
among the desolation of the plains.
The trumpets sounded; the salvos of
artillery pealed out; the lances and the
swords were carried up in salute. On
to the ground rode the marshal of
Frauee, who represented the imnerinl
Like lightning the
animal bouuJecl forth from the ranks,
rearing am. plunging and swerving
from side to ide, while her rider, with
exquisite gr .•e and address, kept her
seat like the little semi-Arab that she
was.
As carelessly as though she reined up
before the cafe door of the As du
Pique she arrested her horse before tlx
great marshal, who was the imperson
ation cf authority, and put her hand up
iii the salute, with her saucy wayward
laugh as indifferently as she had many
a time reined up before a knot of
grim Tureos smoking under a barrack
gate. He was nothing to her. It was
her army that crowned her. “The gen
eralissimo is the poppy head; the men
ure the wheat. Lay every ear of the
wheat low, and of what use is the tow
ering poppy that blazed so grand in
the sun?” Cigarette would say, with
metaphorical unction, forgetful, like
most allegories, that her fable was one
sided and unjust in figure and deduc
tion.
Nevertheless, despite her gay con
tempt for rank, her heart beat fast un
der its gold laced jacket as she reined
up Etoile and saluted. For the mo
ment she felt giddy with sweet, fiery
joy. They were here to behold her
thanked In the name of France.
The marshal, in advance of all his
staff, doffed his plumed hat and bow
ed to his saddlebow as he faced her.
He knew her well by sight, this pretty
child of his army of Africa, who had
before then suppressed mutiny like a
veteran and led the charge like a Mu
rat, this kitten with a lion’s heart, this
humming bird with an eagle’s swoop.
“Mademoiselle,” he commenced, while
his voice, well skilled to such work,
echoed to the farthest end of the long
lines of troops, “I have the honor to
discharge today the happiest duty of
my life. In conveying to you the ex
pression of the emperor’s approval of
your uoble conduct in the present cam
paign I express the sentiments cf the
whole army. Your action on the day
of Zaraila was as brilliant in concep
tion as it was great in execution, and
the courage you displayed was only
equaled by your patriotism. May the
soldiers of many wars remember you
and emulate you. In the name of
France, I thank you. In the name of
the emperor, I bring to you the cross of
the Legion of Honor.”
As the brief and soldierly words roll
ed down the ranks of the listening i - eg-
irnents he stooped forward from his
saddle and fastened the red ribbon on
her breast, while from the whole gatli-
the insult to the empire and to disci
pline, half disposed to award that sub- | touched the joyous and elastic nataro
mission to her caprice which ail Alge- cf the child of France,
ria gave to Cigarette. | “How they live only for the slang!'.
“Mademoiselle,” he said, with a grave : ter! How they perish like the beasts
smile, “the honors cf the empire are | 0 f the field: There is only one thing
not to be treated thus. But who is this j worth doing—to die greatly!” thought
man for whom you claim so much?” j tLe aching heart or the child soldier
“Who is he?” echoed Cigarette, with 1 unconsciously returning to the only end
all her fiery disdain for authority ablaze fchat the genius and the greatness of
»,nce more like brandy in a flame.—“Oh- j Greece could find as issue to the terri-
iie! Napoleon Premier would net have ; b!e jest, the mysterious despair, of all
left his marshals to ask that! He Is existence,
the finest soldier in Africa, if it he
possible for one to be finer than anoth
er where ail are so great. They know
that. They pick him out for all the
dangerous missions. But the Black
Hawk hates him, and so France never
hears the truth of all that he does. All
I kuow is he calls himself here Louis
Victor.”
“Ah, I have heard much of him. A
fine soldier, but”—
“A fine soldier without a ‘but,’ ” in
terrupted Cigarette, with rebellious in
difference to the rank of the great man
CHAPTER XX.
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each the standard of the tricolor. Be-
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she corrected, “unless you add, ‘hut a i so —the flags of England and Spain.
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Gallon ua when in the dty.
She reined np Etoile and saluted.
ered mass, watching, hearing, waiting
breathlessly to give their tribute of
applause to their darling also, a great
shout rose.
And as she heard her face became
very pale, her large eyes grew dim and
very soft, her mirthful mouth trembled
with the pain of a too intense joy. She
lifted her head, and all the unutterable
love she bore her country and her peo
ple thrilled through the music of her
voice:
“Frenchmen, that was nothing!”
That was all she safd. In that one
first word of their common nationality
she spoke alike to the marshal of the
empire and to the conscript of the
ranks. Then she laid her hand on the
cross that had been tlie dream of her
years since she had first seen the
brazen glisten of the eagles above her
wondering eyes of infancy and loosen
ed it from above her heart and stretch
ed her hand out to the great chief.
“M. le Mnrechal, this is not for me.”
“Not for you! The emperor bestows
it”—
Cigarette saluted with her left hand,
still stretching to him the decoration
with the other.
“It is not for mo—not while I wear
it unjustly.”
“Unjustly! Wbat is your meaning?
My child, you talk strangely. 1'lie
gifts of the empire are not given
lightly.”
“No. and they shall not he given un
fairly. Hark you! The emperor sends
me this cross. France thanks mo. The
army applauds me. Well. I thank
them, one and all. Cigarette was nev
er yet ungrateful. It is the sin cf the
coward. But I say I will not take
what is unjustly mine, and this prefer
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As she spoke her eyes for the first
time glanced ever the various person
ages who were mingled among the staff
of the marshal, his invited guests for
the review upon the plains. She saw
a face which, though seen but once bp-
fore, she knew instantly again—the
face of “miladi.” And she saw it
change color and lose its beautiful hue
and grow grave and troubled as the
last words passed between herself and
the French marshal.
“Ah, can she feel?” wondered Ciga
rette. who with a common error of
such vehement young democrats as
herself always thought that hearts nev
er ached in the patrician order am!
thought so still when she saw the list
less, proud tranquillity return, not
again to bo altered, over the perfect
features that she watched with so
much violent instinctive hate.
She scarcely heard the marshal’s
voice as it addressed her with a kindly
indulgence as to a valued soldier and
a spoiled pet in one.
“Have no fear, little one. Victor’s
claims are not forgotten, though we
may await our own time to investigate
and reward them. No cue ever served
the empire and remained unrewarded.
For yourself, wear your cross proudly.
It glitters above not only the bravest
but the most generous heart in the
service.”
She saluted once again and paced
down the ranks of the assembled divi
sions, while every lance was carried,
every sword lifted, every bayonet pre
sented as she went, greeted as though
she were an empress for that cross
which glittered on her heart, for that
courage wherewith she had saved the
tricolor.
The eyes of Vcnetia Corona followed
her with something cf ineffable pity.
‘Toor little unsexed child!” she thought.
“How pretty and how brave she is
and—how true to him!”
The Seraph beside her in the group
around the flagstaff smiled and turned
to her.
“I said that little amazon was in love
with tills fellow Victor. How loyally
she stood up for him! But if he ever
forsake her she will be-quite as likely
to run her dirk through him.”
“Forsake her! What is he to her?”
There was a certain impatience in
the tone and something of contemptu
ous disbelief that made her brother
look at. her in wonder.
“What on earth can the lores of a
camp concern her?” he thought ns he
answered. “Nothing that I know of.
But this charming little tigress is very
fond of him. By the way, can you
point the man out to me? I am curious
to see him.”
“Impossible. There are 10,000 faces,
and the cavalry squadrons are so far
off.”
She spoke with indifference, but she
grew a little pale as she did so, and
the eyes that had always met his so
frankly, so proudly, were turned from
him.
Cecil did not hear the gallant words
spoken in his behalf by the loyal
lips that he had not cared to caress.
As Cigarette passed down the ranks,
indeed, he saw and smiled on his little
champion, hut the smile had only a
weary’ kindness of recognition in it,
and it wounded Cigarette more than
though he had struck her through the
breast with his lance.
Vcnetia gave a low. quick breath of
mingled pain and relief as the last of
the chasseurs paced by. The Seraph
started and turned his head.
“My darling, are you not well?”
“Perfectly.”
“You do not look so, and you forgot
to point me out this special trooper.
I forgot him too.”
“He goes there — the tenth from
here.”
Her brother looked. It was too late.
“He is taller than the others. That is
all I can see, now that his back is turn
ed. I will seek him out when”—
“Do no such thing.”
“And why? It was by your own re
quest that I inquired”—
“Think me changeable, as you will.
Do nothing to seek him, to inquire for
him”—
“But why? A man who at Zaraila”—
“Never mind. Do not let it be said
you noticed a Chasseur d’Afrique at
my instance.”
Meantime in another part of the camp
the heroine of Zaraila was feasted,;
not less distinctively, if more noisily
and more familiarly, by the young offi
cers of the various regiments. Ciga
rette, many a time before the reigning
spirit of suppers and carouses, was'
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the alien colors wave in the torchlight
flickering on them. “That is hers,”
thought the little one, with the mourn
ful and noble emotions of the previous
moments swiftly changing into the vio
lent, reasonless, tumultuous hatred at
once of a rival and of an order.
She had it in her, eouid she have had
the power, to mercilessly and brutally
destroy this woman’s beauty, which
was so far above her reach, as she had
once destroyed the ivory wreath; yet,
as that of the snow white carving had
done, so did this fair and regal beauty
touch her, even in the midst of her fu
ry, with a certain reverent awe, with a
dim sense of something her own life
had missed. She longed to do as some
girl of whom she had once been told
by an old invaiide had done in the
1780—a girl of the people, a fisher girl,
who had loved one above her rank, a
noble, who deserted her for a woman
of his own order, a beautiful, soft skin
ned, lilylike, scornful aristocrat, with
the silver ring of merciless laughter
and the languid luster of sweet con
temptuous eyes.
She held her peace, and the Terror
came, and the streets of the city by
the sea ran blood. Then she had her
vengeance. She stood and saw the ax
fall down on the proud snow white
neck that never had bent till it bent
tliere. and sbe drew the severed head
into her own bronzed hands and smote
the lips his lips had kissed a cruel
blow that blurred their beauty out and
twined a fishhook in the long and
glistening hair and drew it. laughing
as she went, through dust and mire
and gore and over the rough stones of
the town and through the shouting
crowds of the multitudes and tossed it
out on to tiie sea.
That horrible story came to the
memory of Cigarette now as it had
been told her by the old soldier who
in his boyhood had seen the entry of
the Marseillaise to Paris. She knew
what the woman of the people had felt
when she had bruised and mocked and
thrown out to the devouring waters
that fair and fallen head.
“I could do it—1 could do it,” she
thought, with the savage instinct of
her many sided nature dominant, leav
ing uppermost only its ferocity, the
same ferocity as had moved the south
ern woman to wreak her hatred on the
senseless head of her rival. -Now she
acted on her impulse—her impulse of
open scorn of rank, of reckless vindica
tion of her right to do just whatsoever
pleasured her, and she went boldly for
ward and dashed aside with no gentle
hand the folds that hung before the
entrance of the tent.
Tiie action startled the occupants of
the tent and made them both look up.»
They were Vcnetia Corona and a Le
vantine woman, who was her favorite
and most devoted attendant and had
been about her from her birth. Vene-
tia hesitated a. moment in astonish
ed wonder; then, with the grace and
the courtesy of her race, rose and ap
proached the entrance of her tent, in
which that figure, half a soldier, half
a child, was standing with the fitful
reddened light behind. She recognized
whose it was.
“Is it you, little one?” she said kind
ly. “Come within. Do not be afraid”—
She spoke with the gentle considera
tion of a great lady to one whom she
admired for her heroism, compassionat
ed for her position and thought nat
urally in need of such encouragement.
The one word unloosed tiie spell which
had kept Cigarette speechless. Tiie
one word was an insult beyond endur
ance, that lashed all the worst spirit in
her into flame.
“Fear!” she cried, with a camp oath.
“Fear! You think I fear you. the dar
ling of the army, who saved the squad
ron at Zaraila. who has seen a thou
sand days of bloodshed, who has killed
as many men with her own hand as
any lancer amoug them all? Fear you.
you hothouse flower, you paradise bird,
you silver pheasant, who never did
aught hut spread your dainty colors in
the sun and never earned so much as
the right to eat a piece of black bread,
if you had your deserts! Fear you—1!
Why, do you not know that I could
kill you where you s.tand as easily as
I could wring the neck of any one of
those gold winged orioles that flew
above your head today and who have
more right to live than you, for they
do at least labor in their own fashion
for their food and their drink and their
dwelling? Do yon think 1 would check
for a moment at dealing you death,
you beautiful, useless, honeyed, poi-
tened. painted exotic, who has every
wind tempered to you and think the
world only made to bear the fall of
your foot?”
The fury of the words was poured
out without pause, and she darted with
one swift bound to the side of the rival
she loathed, with the pistol half out of
her belt. She expected to see the one
she threatened recoil, quail, hear the
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of the amazement that awoke in her,
but she nut her hand out and clasped
the barrel of the weapon, while her
eyes looked down into the flashing,
looming, ferocious ones that menaced
her with calm, contemptuous rebuke,
in which something of infinite pity was
mingled.
“Child, are you mad?” sho said grave
ly. “Brave natures do not stoop to as
sassination, which you seem to deify.
If you have any reason to feel evil
against me, tell me what it is. I al
ways repay a wrong if I can. But as
for those threats, they are most absurd
if you do not mean them; they are most
wicked if you do.”
The tranquil, unmoved, serious words
stilled the vehement passion she re
buked with a strange and irresistible
power. Under her gaze the savage lust
in Cigarette's eyes died out, and their
lids drooped over them. The dusky
scarlet color faded from her cheeks.
For the first time in her life she felt
humiliated, vanquished, awed. If this
“aristocrat” had shown one sign of
fear, one trace of apprehension, all her
violent and reckless hatred would have
reigned on and, it might have been,
have rushed from threat to execution.
She let the pistol pass into Venetia’s
grasp and stood Irresolute and asham
ed. her fluent tongue stricken dumb,
her intent to wound and sting and out
rage with every vile coarse jest she
knew rendered impossible to execute.
The purity and dignity of her oppo
nent’s presence had their irresistible
influence, an influence too strong for
even her debonair and dangerous inso
lence. She hated herself In that mo
ment more than she hated her rival.
Venetia laid the loaded pistol down,
away from both, and seated herself in
the cushions from which she had risen
Then she looked once more long and
quietly at her unknown antagonist.
“Well?” she said at length. “Why
do you venture to come here? And
why do you feel this malignity toward
a stranger who never saw you until
this morning?”
Under the challenge tiie fiery spirit
of Cigarette rallied, though a rare and
galling sense of intense inferiority, of
intense mortification, was upon her.
though she would almost have given
the cross which was on her breast that
she had never come into this woman’s
sight.
"Oh-he!” she answered recklessly,
with the red blood flushing her face
again at the only evasion of truth cf
which the little desperado, with all her
sins, had ever been guilty. “1 hate
you. miladi, because of your order, be
cause of your fine, dainty ways, lie-
cause of your aristocrat’s insolence, be
cause you treat my soldiers like pau
pers, because you are one of those who
do no more to bars the right to live
than the purple butterfly that flies in
tiie sun and who oust the people out cf
their dues as the cuckoo kicks the poor
birds that have reared it out of tiie
nest of down to which it never has
carried a twig or a moss!”
Her listener heard with a slight
smile of amusement and of surprise
that bitterly discomfited the speaker.
“I do not wish to discuss democracy
with you.” she answered, with a tone
that sounded strangely tranquil to Cig
arette after the scathing acrimony of
her own. “1 should probably convince
you as little as you would convince me,
and I never waste words. But 1 heard
you today claim a certain virtue—jus
tice. How do you reconcile with that
your very hasty condemnation of a
stranger of whose motives, actions and
modes of life it is impossible you can
have any accurate knowledge? I am
sure that the heroine of Zaraila lias
something nobler in her than mere ma
lignity against a person who can never
have injured her, and I would endure
her insolence for the sake of awaken
ing her justice. A virtue that was so
great in her at noon cannot be utterly
dead at nightfall.”
Cigarette’s fearless eyes drooped un
der the gaze of those bent so search-
ingly, yet so gently, upon her, but only
for a moment. She raised them afresh,
with their old. dauntless frankness.
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Deafcal Parlors,
Ft IS LESS DESri'ilRY.
lowest Prices All Work Guaranteed
Grown and Bridge Work :i Specialty.
POORE & WOODBURY,
821 Broad St., Augusta, Georgia.
I’e’l Phone, 520.
WOODWARD LUMBER CO.
Manufacturers of
Lumber, Sash. Doors,
Bfinds, Etc.,
Roberts treet, AUGUSTA. GA.
Etc.
Your orders solicited.
Saw Mill Machinery,
we manufacture the best
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COMPLETE : SAW : MILL •• OUTFITS : A : SPECIALTY,
Let us have vour orders far Mill Supplies or Shop Work.
MALLARY BROS. MACHINERY CO.,
MoACOlSr, GEORGIA.
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To Have Liquor E ection.
Fitzgerald, Ga., Aug. 14.—At a
called meeting of the prohibitionists of
Irwin county, held at Irvvinville, the
county seat, it was decided by those
present that Irwin county must have an
election for or against the sale of whis
ky. A petition will be circulated, and
as it takes hut 400 names to call an elec
tion, the citizens and taxpayers will
soon have trouble on their hands. It is
said by those in positiou to know that
prohibition will win by a small ma
jority. *
\V5<1 Meet In Atlanta.
Atlanta, Aug. 13.—The Southeast
ern Passenger association will hold a
meeting in Atlanta on Tuesday, Aug.
S?0. The meetings of the association are
always occasions of great interest, and
Atlanta railroad men are looking for
ward to tho coming affair with lively
anticipations.
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Ou improved Farms
iii Burke and Jefferson Counties.
No Commissions. Lowest Bates.
Long time or installments.
ALEXANDER k JOHNSON,
705 Broad, Street,
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FURNITURE!!
We have the largest, and bestsim-ko
Furniture ever b rought to Augusta, and onr
prices are as low as the lowest. Elegant
PARLOR CHAMBER SETS,
SECRETARIES, BOOKCASES,
Couches, Sideboards, Bedsteads
BUREAUS. WASHSTANDS,
Rocking Chairs, straight Chairs,
IRON BEDS 43.75 UP. Mattings. Rugs, Etc, „
Each department in our business is full and complete, and every article is the very W-
thatcan be had for the money. We do not hesitate toassertthat no other Furniture house
is quite so full of beauty, elegance and style as ours. When in Augusta be sure to call ana
FLEMING Ac BOWLES,
904 RroarJ Strppfc. AUGUSTA. GA
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James White. Bryantsvtlie, Ind.
says Da Witt’s Witch Hazel Salve
healed running sores on both leg--.
He had suffered 6 years Doctors
failed to help him. Get DeWiti’s.
Accept do imitations h.b. MeMaster.
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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. Orr prices are
as low as the lowest.
olso remember we carrv a complete
lire 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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Who is That ? “No 73, The Vi ayney
boro Pressing Club !” M* BUXT0. •
Proprietor. Clothes cleaned, Pressed and Repaired for N-.
per month. Gent’s Suits and Pants made to measure from
to $10. Suits from $10 to $35. Ladies’ cleaning and dyei-Sjj
specialty. Work called for and delivered. .All work guaranty
to fit.