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CHAPTER X.
M. LE CIIEVAUKK IS PAID IX FULL.
fT was too Into. Before I realized
it the courtyard was full of armed
men. La Coquille. who had filing
himself to tin* front with his. sword
drawn, was ridden down and secured
ere he could strike a blow, while La
laiule and Pierre, who bore no weap
ons but their poniards and were utter
ly surprised, shared the like fate. So
suddenly and quickly was this done
that—for the courage had gone out of
my linger tips —I had no time to flee,
and I stood like a stone, while a sea of
savage faces surged around me. 1
gave myself for dead, and one, a troop
er —more brute than man—raised his
sword to slay me. but was struck from
his horse in the act. Then some one
seemed to come from nowhere to my
side—a tall, straight figure, with a
shining blade in his hand, and lie called
out, “Back, back, or 1 run the first man
through!”
The men were called to order in a
moment at that tone of command,
though a voice 1 well knew and now
hated called out:
“Well done, I)e my squire of
dames. Pardieu! We have the whole
hive, queen bee and all.”
“By heavens.” said another, “they will
hang from the rafters in a half hour;
then—my p ;or Gauucho!” And the
speaker, whose rough, harsh voice was
as pitiless as his speech, swore a bitter
oath.
"Gently, De Trembleeourt,” replied
the one who had been called De Rosny.
“Our poor De Ganache’s soul has not
flown so far but that the others can
overtake it in time.” And then De
Clermont came up to me, but as lie
passed La Coquille in so doing the lat
ter strained at his cords and hissed
rather than spoke out the word “Trai
tor!” as he spat at him.
“You hang in a little time head down
ward at De Lorgnac’s feet for that,”
said De Clermont calmly. And then,
turning to me: “'Tis a sad business
this, madame, but war is war, and
after all things are going as you would
have them, are they not?”
I could not bear to meet that sneer
ing, beautiful face, which now that its
mask was snatched away cared not in
how evil an aspect it showed itself.
Words would not come to me, and as I
stood there before De Clermont, quiver
ing in every limb at the awful threat
conveyed in his speech to La Coquille,
De Tremblecourt’s voice rang out
again, mad and broken with rage:
“Away with them! Sling them from
the parapet—now!”
The men around rushed w r ith a yell
at La Coquille and his fellow prisoners.
God pardon those who cause the bar
rors of war! But nry defender, De Ros
ny, again interposed and drove them
back despite De Trembleeourt’s angry
protests, while De Clermont stayed his
rage quietly.
“Be still. De Trembleeourt. The king
will be here in ten minutes with our
other prisoner, and we will deal "with
messieurs—in a bunch.” And he glanced
at me with a meaning in his eyes that
I read as an open page.
“Come, madame,” said De Rosny,
who saw my pallor. "Let me take you
out of this. I pledge the word of Be
thune that no harm will touch you,
hut that is to happen, I fear, which is
not lit for you to see.” With these
words he took my arm kindly and led
me inside, unresisting and us in a
dream. In the hall, where we‘stopped,
I forced myself to regain some cour
age. It was no time for a faint heart.
“Monsieur, what does this all mean?
What is to happen to De Lorgnac?
Tell me—l am his wife, monsieur.”
He bowed gravely, yet sadly. “The
king of Navarre is generous, madame.
Henri will be here soon, and all may
yet be well. In the meantime rest you
here and compose yourself. You are
safe from harm.”
With this he who was in after years
to be the first man in France left me,
almost stunned and broken by what I
had heard. Now that I was about to
lose him—nay, had already lost him,
<*.>!• lmtnincr. I felt sure, would move
The Human Lottery
“Ah, ii’ only I wcire beautiful
How happy life would be.’*
Many a forlorn maid lias said this as she
looked into the mirror. It is the one pos
session in the lottery of human life which
woman would not refuse.
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these pitiless hearts— I realized to the
end what De Lorgnac was to me, and
with this came the dreadful conviction
that it was i, and I alone, who had
brought this on my husband. I, a fool
in my folly, who did not know my own
heart: I. who with a word might have
stayed and kept him, who was all in
all to me. had driven him forth with
my senseless pride to death. I could
do nothing to save him. What could a
woman do against these men? And
then it was as if the whole horror that
was to be pictured itself before my
eyes and a mocking fiend gibed in
whispers in my ears, “You —you have
done tnis!” Almost with a cry I sprang
from my seat, my hand on my fore
head and an unspoken prayer on my
lips. I felt that my brain was giving
way and that I must do something to
regain myself and think. This was no
time for aught but action, and here I
was giving way utterly. I might do
something—surely my woman’s wit
could suggest some means of saving
my husband. Then what happens to
those who are face to face with an
awful terror happened to me, and, as
once before, I fell on my knees before
God’s throne and prayed in a mortal
agony. “God help me in my distress!”
L called out aloud, and a quiet voice
“Perhaps lie has sent the help, De
nise.”
I sprang up with a start, a wild hope
rushing through my heart, and saw
Raoul de Clermont before me, with the
sneering hardness out of his face and
all the old soft light in his eyes. If it
was so, if he but bore me the glad ti
dings his words hinted at, I could for
give him al! and be his friend forever.
“Say that again, monsieur!” I gasped.
“Say it again, and I will bless you to
my last breath!” And as I spoke the
heavy folds of the curtain that cov
ered the doorway moved as if stirred
by a wind.
“I said that perhaps God”—and be
bowed reverently (ah. devil and trai
tor!)—“that perhaps God has answered
your prayer. You have asked for help,
and it has come. I am here to offer it.
L and I alone, can save De Lorgnac,
by force, if necessary, for I have fifty
lances at my heels, and it rests with
you to say the word. I have been mad,
Denise; then I came to my senses, and
now I am mad again. I love you—do
your hear? —love you as man never
loved woman. You beautiful thing of
ice! Come with me, and L>e Lorgnac is
free! Come!”
In his eagerness he put forth his hand
toward n}e. but with a shudder I drew
back, and his face darkened. Then,
nerving myself. I made one last np
pea 1:
“ltaoul de Clermont, I believed you
once to be a man of honor. Let me
think so again; give me the chance; be
merciful for once; save my husband, as
you say you can! See, it is a wife who
pleads! Man! There must be some
spark of knighthood in you to tire your
soul! You are brave, I know. Can you
not be generous and pitiful? You have
tried to kill my soul. Monsieur, I will
forget that—l will forget the past and
thank you forever if you do this. Save
him, for I love him!”
“Love him!”
“Yes, love him as he deserves to be
loved and by a better woman. De Cler
mont. be true to yourself.”
Ilis breath came thick and fast, and
then ho spoke with an effort:
“You ask too much, Denise. I have
offered you my terms. 1 give you five
minutes to say yes or no, and I will
take your answer as final. God is an
swering your prayer in his own way,”
he went on, with the shadow of a sneer
once more across his lips.
“He mostly does,” came the reply as
the curtain was lifted and De Rosny
stepped in, calling out as he entered,
“Madame, the king!”
Then there was a tramp of spurred
boots, the clashing of steel scabbards,
the waving of plumes, and ore 1 knew
it I was at the feet of the Bourbon
sobbing out my prayer for mercy.
lie raised me gently; there was no
more knightly heart than his. “Ma
dame, it is not enemies that Ilenri de
Bourbon needs, but friends; it is not
sorrow his presence would cause, hut
joy. There has been enough blood shed
already in this miserable affair, and—
I think it is my good De Rosny here
who anticipated me—all our prisoners
are free, but there is some one here
who will tell you the rest himself bet
ter than the Bearnnois can.” And, put
ting a kind hand on iny shoulder, he
faced me round to meet the eyes of De
Lorgnac.
“I have come back unasked, Denise,”
he said; but I could make no answer,
and then he took me in his arms and
kissed me before them all.
“A wedding present to the happy
pair!” And something struck me light
ly on the shoulder and fell at my feet.
It was the glove that De Clermont had
snatched from me on the day of my
I marriage. “L return a present from
1 madame to me on her wedding
j day. It is no longer of use to me, M.
le Chevalier. Will you not take it?”
And De Clermont was before us, the
same awful look in his eyes that I had
seen there when he played with death
before De Norreys.
De Lorgnac’s arm dropped from my
waist and his bronzed face paled as he
stood as if petrified, looking at the soft
white glove at my feet. Then with a
voice as hard and stern as his look he
turned to me and, pointing to the glove,
said:
“Is this true, madame?”
“It is my glove,” was all I eould say.
“And permit me to restore it to you,”
cut in the king, and with a movement
he lifted the glove and placed it in my
husband's hand. “Give it to her back,
man! Mine, de Canillac was at youi
wedding, and my good Margot, who
writes me such clever letters, and they
have both told me the story of your
marriage and the Incident of the glove.
They both saw it snatched from your
wife’s band by M. le Marquis—ventre
St. Gris! For once I think a woman’s
uuftuip litis uone some good, and on the
word of Navarre what I say is true.
A-s for you, monsieur,” and Henri turn
ed to De Clermont, “M. do Rosny here
has my commands for you. and your
further presence is excused.”
My husband’s arm was round my
waist once more, but De Clermont
made no movement to go. standing
quietly twisting his short blond mus
tache.
“Monsieur, you have heard his maj
esty,” put in De Rosny.
“Y'cs. I thought, however, that M.
de Lorgnac might have a word to say
ere I went.”
“T&at "will be in another place and
over our crossed swords, M. le Mar-
lie (jot the answer he wanted,
quis,” replied my husband,‘heedless of
my entreating look and gesture and in
as cold and measured a voice as De
Clermont’s.
“I am at your service, monsieur,
when and wherever you please.” And
with this and a formal bow to the king
he passed from the room, a man under
God’s arm of justice.
What happened I never was able to
find out exactly; but, as far as I could
gather, it was this: As already men
tioned. La Coquille, Lalande and Pierre
had been released by Navarre on his
coining, and the former, being faint
from his wounds,' was resting on a
wooden bench in the courtyard. As De
Clermont passed, the sight of La Co
quille and the memory of the insult he
had put on him roused the haughty no
ble, already in a white heat with rage,
to madness, and he struck the free
lance once, twice, across the face with
a light cane he bore in his hand and
fell himself a moment after stabbed to
the heart, bis murderer being cut down
by the men at arms.
At once all was hurry and confusion.
The dying man was borne in as gently
as possible and placed on a settle.
There was no leech at hand, and long
before the priest of Lorgnac came it
was all over. We did what we could,
and in the horror of the fate that had
overtaken this man in his pride of
strength I forgot the past utterly. I
could only see a terrible suffering for
which there was no relief. We gath
ered, an awestruck group, around him,
and he spoke no word at first, but sud
denly called out: “Hold me up! I
cboke!”
Some one—l afterward found it was
Do Trembleeourt—raised him slightly
and he spoke again: “De Lorgnac, say
what you have to say now. I’m going.”
And Blaise de Lorgnac knelt by the
couch, saying as he did so:
“I have no message now. Forget my
words, De Clermont.”
“Would to God I had died by your
hand,” came the answer, “but to go
like this, struck down like a dog! Your
hand, De Lorgnac—yours, Denise—quick
—1 am going. Forgive.”
De Trembleeourt laid him softly back
on the cushion, and my tears fell fast
on the cold hand I held in mine. Who
could remember wrongs at such a mo
ment?
The king bent ovgr him and whis
pered in his ear. I thought I heard the
word “pray,” and a wan smile played
on the lips of the dying man.
“Too late! I cannot cringe now. Ah,
Norreys! I will join you soon. Denise
—pardon!” And he was gone.
*******
Late that night when all had gone to
rest I walked on the ramparts of Lor
gnac and, leaning against the parapet,
looked out into the moonlight. So lost
was 1 in thought that it was not until
his hand was on my shoulder that 1
knew my husband had joined me.
“Denise,” he said, “the king goes to
morrow, and—l—do l go or stay?”
And M. le Chevalier—he is M. le
Marechal Due now—got the answer he
wanted.
THE END.
BLACK JACK McDONALD KILLED.
•
Noted Desperado Shot in Saloon in
Mexico.
El Paso, Tex., July 28. —“Black Jack”
McDonald, a noted border desperado,
was shot and killed in his saloon at
Juarez, Mex., by an American whose
name is unknown.
The fight resulted from a game of
dice, in which “Black Jack” and three
Americans were engaged. Two of the
Americans fled and have not been cap
tured. ~ The other is held incommuni
cado.
Shot Dead by Stepson.
Memphis, Tenn., July 29. —A Scimi
tar special from Piggott, Ark., says
H. L. Hinkley was called out of his
house at Crockett and shot dead yes
terday by Edgar Williams, his step
son. Hinkley was accused of having
ruined William’s 15-year-old sister.
Williams has not been arrested.
Woman Would Adjust Rope.
Savannah, Ga., July 25.—Mrs. Ella
Hall, daughter of W. A. Hyers, who
was killed by Boisy Bryant, a negro,
has asked the sheriff of Berrien coun
ty, Georgia, to allow her to pull the
trap that will swing Bryant into eter
nity when he hangs for his crime.
The sheriff has acquiesced.
B ißT s Early Risers
The famous little pills.
ramer Disinherits Sons.
Raleigh, July 21. —A fake story was
sent out from Rutherfordton to the ef<
fact that Allen Cogdill, an old confeu
erate .soldier, had issued to
his birthday dinner, and that it wou’d
be his last, and he would, at the co:i
elusion of the meal, blow out his brains
with an old army revolver. Asa mar
ter of fact, he gave a dinner and burn
ed the deeds which he made to some
of his land in favor of two of his chil
dren, and announced that he disinher
ited them because of the trouble they
had given him.
Will Start For Far North.
New York, July 22. —Provisioned for
several months and all equipped to
withstand tiie rigors of the polar seas,
the Peary relief steamer Windward
will start today for the far north, says
a Halifax dispatch to The Tribune.
Aboard are Mrs. Peary and her little
daughter Marie. The wife of the
explorer is confident of finding her
husband at Cape Sabine, and that his
return to civilization will be signal
ized by the news that he has discover
ed the long sought for pole.
Three Killed by Lightning.
Raleigh, July 19. —A charter has
been granted by the state to the Fre
mont Colton Oil company, of Wayne
county. Its stockholders are nearly
all farmers, and it is also to make acid
phosphate. The charter is a liberal
one, and allows it to do business any
where in the state; that is, establish
factories wherever it pleases. This
is one of the number of anti-trust mills
which are going up all over the state.
Charleston’s New Postmaster.
Charleston, July 19. —Wilmot L. Har
ris. recently appointed postmaster at
Charleston, has taken charge of the of
fice, while George I. Cunningham has
retired from the service to be sworn in
as United States marshal for the dis
trict'd' South Carolina. The appoint
men of Mr. Harris has given general
satisfaction here and business people
believe lie will give the city a first
class administration.
Goldsboro Has Heavy Fire Loss.
Raleigh, N % C., July 28.—At 1 o’clock
this morning a fire in Goldsboro had
just been gotten under control. It
was in the heart of the city and the
loss is put at between $20,000 and $25,-
000. Among the places destroyed are
Lamb’s livery stables. Southland’s sta
bles. Greeche’s store and dwelling, H.
Weil & Co.’s two warehouses, Robin
son’s harness store and Robinson’s ice
house.
Deputy Killed by Desperado.
Columbia, S. C„ July 23. —A tele
phone message from Aiken county
says that Jeff Coat, a desperado who
has been pursued by a posse, turned
on the sheriff’s party and killed a dep
uty last night. The desperate man
then made his escape to the swamps.
Governor McSweeney has ordered
bloodhounds to the scene and offers a
heavy reward.
Blanton Again Respited.
Raleigh, July 21. —Governor Ay cock
grants another respite, this time until
Aug. 5, to Richard Blanton, negro,
under sentence to be hanged at Salis
bury for assault. Evidence against
Blanton is said upon high authority
to be very weak and disconnected. He
is in the penitentiary here, where he
was brought after the first respite.
Held For Woman’s Murder.
Raleigh, July 23.—Lawrence Davis
is held to appear at the next term of
the court to answer the charge of
offering money and a 1,000-mile rail
way ticket to Lorenzo Morris, a weak
minded white youth, to kill Mrs. Cath
arine White. Morris killed her with
in ax. Davis was admitted to bail,
which he gave.
Six-Year-Old Boy !s Killed.
Greenville, S. C., July 21.—Willie
Jackson, the six-year-old son of Joseph
Jackson, of Wellford, was accidentally
shot and killed Saturday while he and
other boys weie playing with a load
-2d gun.
Tlie Home of the Kindergarten.
The Japanese have the most perfect
kindergarten system in the world. In
fact, they originated this method of in
structing by entertainment instead of
by punishment inflicted. Their play ap
paratus for such purpose is elaborate,
but all of it is adapted to the infant
mind, which it is designed at once to
amuse and to inform. The little ones
of Japan even become somewhat inter
ested in mathematics by seeing and
feeling what a pretty thing a cone, a
sphere or a cylinder is when cut out
of wood with a lathe. They make out
lines of solid figures out of straw, with
green peas to hold the joints together,
and for the instruction of the blind fiat
blocks are provided with the Japanese
characters raised upon them.
Insomnia llnm-dles.
However hopeless you may consider
your case, be slow to fly to drugs for
relief from insomnia. A rubber bag full
of broken ice applied to the back of
the neck and a hot water bag at the
feet are highly recommended as a reme
dy for insomnia even in obstinate cases.
The circulation is equalized by this
treatment.
The secret of hot milk cure also rec
ommended for sufferers from insomnia
lies in sipping the beverage. The act
of slowly swallowing the liquid is
soothing in its effect and generally
produces the much desired drowsy feel
ing which leads to the coveted sleep.
In a Position.
“Me darter Nora is goin’ to marry
Casey, that wurrucks in the basemint
iv tliot buildin’, but Oi do be tillin’ her
that she moight hev looked higher!”
“Indade?”
“Yis. She cud hov hod Murphy, that
wurrucks oil the top story iv that same
skoiscraper.”—Baltimore Herald.
Oli, So Polite!
“Politest people I ever knew down in
that fever and ague country.” remark
ed the traveler. “In other places they
shake hands when they greet you, hut
down there they shake all over.”—Chi
cago Post.
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WATER RIGHTS INVIOLATE.
Springs itd Wells In Palestine Are
Protected by Severe Laws.
Water is the most precious thing in
Palestine, and the laws which protect
springs and wells :fre very severe.
Most of the wells are artificial. Rich
men at very great expense have chis
eled basins and reservoirs out of the
rocks to receive the How from springs,
find in many places where no spring*
could he found they have drilled
through the limestone a hundred feet
and sometimes twice that distance to
the artesian basin.
None but very rich sheiks can afford
such an expenditure. Nevertheless,
they have not only been the greatest
benefactors of tlieir fellow men, but
those who have sunk wells and built
fountains have erected monuments to
their fame more enduring than palaces
or temples or shafts of granite.
The temple of Solomon has vanished
forever, but the pools which he walled
up with masonry and filled with water
still remain. The wells that Abraham
and Jacob drilled in the rock as acts
of piety as well as power are as im
mortal as their names and will live for
ever as long as men feel thirst.
According to a just custom of the
country, water rights could never be
forfeited. No man who owned a well
might refuse his neighbor water for
his family or his flocks, but the lord
of tiie spring was inviolate. No cred
itor or enemy could take his water
rights away from him. To injure or
fill up a well was an unpardonable
crime. When the Philistines threw
earth and stones into the well of Abra
ham, they intended to challenge him
to a war of extermination. These cus
toms and regulations remain today.—
Chicago Record-Ilorald.
THE ARABS OF YEMEN,
A Story Which Throws a Strong
Light on Tlieir diameter.
The Times of India tells the follow
ing slorv to show the character of the
Arabs of Yemen. A man of Zaraniks
who several times cut the telegraph
lines and who was punished more than
once was caught on one occasion by
an Arab sheik in charge of the lines.
The sheik intended to send him to
Moody for imprisonment, but the wife
of the accused came in and stood as a
guarantee for his future good behavior.
The sheik accepted the bail and re
leased him, but shortly afterward he
again resorted to his old practice of
cutting the wires and bolted away to
another village at a distance of a day’s
march, where he had another wife.
The sheik then sent for his first wife,
who stood security for him, and told
her he would disgrace her among the
Arabs if she failed to bring in her hus
band.
The woman asked the sheik not to
“spread the black sheet” (a custom ol
the country when any one commits a
breach of trust) until the following
day. She started that night, taking a
sharp dagger concealed under her
clothes, to the village where her hus
band was staying. She found him
asleep In his abode and stabbed him,
cut his throat and carried liis head
back to her home. The next morning
she went to the sheik and presented
the head of her husband, saying: “Here
is your criminal, and I am freed from
the bail. Please do not affix the black
sheet.”—London Telegraph.
Temperatnre.
Tommy had had pneumonia, so had
been for some time in hospital, where
they treated him so well that he was
much averse to the prospect of being
discharged as “cured.”
One day the doctor in charge was
taking his temperature, and while
Tommy had the thermometer in his
mouth the doctor moved on and hap
pened to turn his back. Tommy saw
his chance. He pulled the thermometer
out of his mouth and popped it into a
cup of hot tea, replacing it at the first
sign of the medico turning.
When that worthy examined the
thermometer, he looked first at Tom
my, then back to the thermometer and
gasped:
“Well, my man, you’re not dead, but
you ought to be!”—London Chronicle.
Nature His Hired Man.
It was in the far south.
“How’s times?” asked the tourist.
“Pretty tolerable, stranger,” respond
ed the old man who was sitting on a
stump. “I had some trees to cut down,
but the cyclone leveled them and saved
me the trouble.”
“That was good.” .
“Yes, and then the lightning set fire
to the brush pile and saved me the
trouble of burning it.”
“Remarkable! But what are you do
ing now?”
“Waiting for an earthquake to come
along and shake the potatoes out of
the ground.”—Chicago News.
Darned StoekinKi.
Tender feet are often made so by the
use of much darned stockings. Wear
-tight woolen stockings, and let them be
of the cheap kind, that you will not
mind discarding directly they become
worn. To harden the skin it is a good
plan to rub the soles of the feet with
methylated spirits every day or to wash
them over with salt water.
Happily Not So Sure of If.
Raynor—This fortune telling busi
ness is all humbug. One of these pro
fessors of palmistry told me a little
while ago to look out for a short, blond
man.
Shyne— I don’t know about it’s being
all humbug. I’m blond and Pm short
Lend me a ten, old fellow, will you?—
Chicago Tribune.
English kings called themselves
kings of France till a century ago, and
French kings called themselves kings
of Jerusalem until the revolution.
Selecting Sits for Army Post.
Chattanooga, Aug. 5. —Major Walter
S. Schuyler, of the Second cavalry;
Major Jefferson H. Kean, of the medi
cal department, and Captain Herbert
J. Slocum, of the quartermaster’s de
partment, who compose the board o!
survey appointed by the secretary at
war to select a location for the new
army post to he erected at Chicka
mauga park, are in the city and have
commenced their investigation for a
desirable spot.
Advertising rates on application.
The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been
in use for over 30 years, has borne the signature of
—and has been made under his per
sonal supervision since its infancy.
Allow no one to deceive you in tins.
All Counterfeits, Imitations and “ Just-as-good” are but
Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health of
Infants and Children—Experience against Experiment.
What is CASTORIA
Castoria is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Pare
goric, Drops and Soothing- Syrups. It is Pleasant. It
contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic
substance. Its age is its guarantee. It destroys Worms
and* allays Feverishness. It cures Diarrhoea and Wind
Colic, It relieves Teething Troubles, cures Constipation
and Flatulency. It assimilates the Food, regulates the
Stomach and Bowels, giving healthy and natural sleep.
The Children’s Panacea—Tlie Mother’s Friend.
GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS
The Kind You Have Always Bought
in Use For Over 30 Years.
THE CENTAUR COMPANY, 77 MURRAY STREET, NEW YORK CITY.
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08. ALFORD RETURNED
An 1 will make Augusta liis home
permanently.
Dr. N. Li, Alford’s
llepuiatton has been established by effect
ing cures when treatment by popular physi
cians of acknowledged ability proved power
less. Why be stupid ? But ome and inves
tigate. Why be cut and carved when these
uncontrovertible facts are at j our door, Spe
cial attention given ail|dieeasesoi the female
Consultation free and confidential
' ftice Hours S a. m. to G p, m.
DR. N. E. ALFORD,
1102 1 .< Broad St., Corner of Kollock St.,
_A_-u.gfu.sta,, GS-eoxgia.
Up-Stairs.
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For Sale by Wm. E. JONES, Waynesboro, Ga.
I INDIAN TER. Jjjj
Are b£st reaclVd by\the Colton Belt, which line! /1
runs two trains M< mphiA to Texas’. y * f
without change. xheseVtrail s either reach! BLp' I
direct* or make close _ {
I for aly parts of Texas, j
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BAN ANGELO J y \
( SAN ANTONIO I \ j K
If you want to flXl a JV /? I
in Texas, where \bhr crops are galveston 1
raised and w here peWmleprosper. **
write lor a copy of ouTyhandsome C
| booklets, “Homes in the) South- S\j
8 west 1 ’ and “Through Te/xas with >
g a Camera.” Sent free(/TS>any- C
g body who is anxious to betteir bis r „ T ANARUS„ . ATI4NH GA
| condition. VCw-' N. B. BAIRD, T. P. A., • • ATLAMA, j*- j
I ) E. W. LaBEAUME,G.P. 41. A., SLUMS. j
COLE'S
BOILERS
Cur: i i tlio largest boil*: r man n
faetuiing plant iu Ihe South. We
| '---e the b< st material mu! ev* ry
| boil* ris tested. Get a boiler that
;is SAFE. Avk for prices on
j Boilers, Engines, Corn Mills
! and Saw Mills.
St. I>. COLE MFC. CO.
NEW NAN, GA.
Three Times the*
Value of Any Other.
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ONE-THRO EASIER,
[£: ONE-THIRD EASTER.
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Agents wanted in all unoccupied
Territory.
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Wheeler & W ilcn WiTg Cos.,
Atlanta, Georgia.