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Sylvan EPHONE
VOL. XXVII.
Big Bargains in
Embroideries – Laces.
One lot of embroidered ed
gings, 18 inches wide, 50
and 75 cent values, ^ 9 ^
per yard . . . .
One lot 10 and 15c embroi
deries, a sacrifice at per 5C
yard, ......
10 and 15c Valeciennes and
Torchon laces, 1-2 to 4
inches wide, per yard,
Gents’ black socks, 4 ^ T
worth 10 c, in this sale,
Twenty yards of Sea
Island.....
Buster Brown children stock
ings, guaranteed,price I9C
25c, clean-up sale,
Buster Brown Ladies' I2C
Hose, per pair, . .
1.25 lace curtains, 69c
clean-up sale, per pr
1.50 and 2 .00 lace curtains,
clean-up sale, per A Q/,
pair,.....
Ladies’ 5 cent handker
chiefs, clean-up sale, .
10 c bottle machine oil, _
clean-up sale, . .
75c wool dress goods, a
clean-up sale. . . 49 *‘ /
3 cakes soap, . . . 10 c
giclone ...Clarh
By FRANK H. SPEARMAN
Copyright, I9C0, by Frank H. Spearman
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•” low that walks
like Siclone
7 Clark, 1 1 ex
V." claimed Duck
fa a | Middleton.
• / Duck was sit
® tlnginthe traln
master’s office
with a group of
engineers. He was one of the black
listed strikers and runs an engine now
down on the Santa Fe. But at long
Intervals Duck gets back to revisit the
scenes of his early triumphs. The men
who surrounded him were once at
deadly odds with Duek-and his chums,
though now the ancient enmities seem
forgotten, nnd Duck, the once ferocious
Duck, sits occasionally among the new
men and gossips about early days on
the West End,
“Do you remember Siclone, Reed?”
asked Duck, calling to me In the pri
vate office.
"Remember him I” I echoed. “Did
anybody who ever knew Siclone forget
him?”
“I fired passenger for Siclone twen
ty years ago,” resumed Duck. “He
walked Just like' that fellow, only he
was quicker. I reckon you fellows
don’t know what a snap you have here
now,” he continued, addressing the
men around him. “Track fenced, nine
ty pound rails, steel bridges, stone cul
verts, slag ballast, skyscrapers—no
wonder you get chances to haul such
nobs as Llliuokalanl and Schley and
Dewey and cut ninety miles an hour
on tangents.
“When I was firing for Siclone the
roadbed was Just off the scrapers, the
dumps were soft, pile bridges, paper
culverts, fifty-six pound rails, not a
fence west of Buffalp gap and the
plains biack with Texas steers. We
never closed our cylinder cocks. The
hiss of the steam frightened the cattle
worse than the whistle, and we never
knew when we were going to find a
bunch of critters on the track.
“The first winter I came out was
great for snow, and I was a tenderfoot.
The cuts made good windbreaks, nnd
whenever there was a norther they
were chuck full of cattle. Every time
a train plowed through the snow It
made a path on the track. Whenever
the steers wanted to move they would
take the middle of the track single file
and string out mile after mile. Talk
about fast schedules and ninety miles
an hour. You had to poke along with
your cylinders spitting and just whistle
■ - !’•>$ yell—sort of blow them off Into the
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On the last of the week our buyers, Isaac and Newman Silver,
will leave for New York and other great business centers to
buy our spring stocks for our two big stores, Sylvania and
Sandersville.
We Must Make Room
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For our spring goods which wHI soon be coming in in large quantities,
HENCE OUR BIG 15 DAYS SLAUGHTER SALE,
A cleaning=up sale. All winter materials in Dress Goods, Clothing, Millinery, Blankets, Un=
derwear, Jackets, Cloaks, etc. . . - ...........
Blankets,—1-2 price.
50c dress goods, clean
up sale .... 29c
Dress goods remnants
one-half price.
The price cutting not restrict particles enumerated in this ad. Posi=
tively the whole stock redijc–fS! W'-' icles we cannot mention.
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“One day Siclone and I were going
j west on 59, and we were late. For that
matter, we were always late. Simpson,
coming against us on 60, had caught a
bunch of cattle in the rock cut just
west of the Sappie and killed a couple.
When we got there, there must have
been a thousand head of steers mous
ing around the dead ones. Siclone—he
used to be ■ a cowboy, you know—Si
clone said they were holding a wake.
At any rate, they were still coming
from every direction and as far as you
could see._
" ‘Hold on, Siclone, and I’ll chase
them ofit,’ I said.
“ ‘That’s the stuff, Duck,’ says be.
‘Get after them and see what you can
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“He stood out there with., a shovel and
kept the whole bunch off me."
do.’ He looked kind of queer, but I
never thought anything. I picked up a
jack bar and started up the track.
“The first fellow I tackled looked
lazy, but he started full quick when I
hit him. Then be turned around to in
spect me, and I noticed his horns were
of the broad gauge variety. While I
whacked another the first one put Ills
head down and began to snort begasftM
paw the ties. Then they all
bellow dropped at the once. jack It bar looked and started smoky. fV| J
the engine, and about fifty of them!
started for me.
"1 never had an idea steers could run
so. Yon could have played checkers on
my heels all the way back. If Siclone
hadn’t come out and jollied them, I’d
never got back in the world. I just
Jumped the pilot and went clear over
against the boiler head. Siclone claim
ed I tried to climb the smokestack, but
he was excited. Anyway, he stood out
.there with a shovel and kept the whole
bunch. Off me. I thought thev would
One paper needles, 1c
40c ladies’ under vests
clean up sale . . 19c
1.00 dress goods, clean
up sale .... 75c
afil min. uui i never men to cnase !
range steers on foot again.
“In the spring we got the rains—not
like you get now, but cloudbursts. The
section men were good fellows, only
sometimes we would get into a storm
miles from a section gang and strike a
place where we couldn’t see a thing.
“Then Siclone would stop the train,
take a bar and get down ahead and
sound the roadbed. Many and many a
washout he struck that way which
would have wrecked our train and
wound up our ball of yarn in a minute.
Often and often Siclone would go into
bis division without a dry thread on
him.
“Those were different days,” mused
tiie grizzled striker. “The old boys are
scattered now all over this broad land.
The strike did it, and you fellows have
the snap. But what I wonder often
and often is whether Siclone is really
alive or not.”
Siclone Clark was one of the two
cowboys who helped Harvey Reynolds
and Ed Banks save 59 at Griffin the
night the coal train ran down from
Ogallala. They were both taken into
the service. Siclone after awhile went
to wiping.
When Bucks asked his name, Siclone
answered, "S. Clark.”
“What’s your full name?” asked
Bucks.
“S. Clark.”
“But what does S stand for?” per
sisted Bucks. -
“Stands for Cyclone, I reckon. Don’t
it?” retorted the cowboy, with some
annoyance.
It was not usual in those days ou the
plains to press a man too closely about
Ills name. There might be reasons
why It would not be esteemed cour
teous.
“I reckon it do,” replied Bucks, drop
ping into Siclone’s grammar, And
without a quiver he registered the
new man as Siclone Clark, and his
checks always read that way. The
name seemed to fit. He adopted it
without any objection, and after every
body came to know him it fitted so |
well that Bucks was believed to have
second sight when he named the hare- i
brained fireman. He could get up a j
storm quicker than any man on the
division and, if he felt so disposed
stop one quicker. ecccntrlcitiej^^^H
In spite of bis
were doing many, and his hendstra|^H^Hn
some
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wh.
asm.
at least/TB B
idea that
needed In, and theksSpH they 1 i’LSFI
the company would h
all back. ...
The consequence was
staggered along withrMllt ure s
SieLoafe easily amelieves t he
,ions and aids state
15c childrens hose, 8 c
50c Mens Gloves, 25c
Ladies jackets 1 2 price
50 cts silks, clean-up
sale . . . . 39c
violent passions and- with no self re
straint, stopped at nothing to cripple
the service. And they looked on the
men who took their places as entitled
neither to liberty nor life.
When our new men began coming
from the Reading to replace the strik
ers, every one wondered who would (
get Siclone Clark’s engine, the 313. Si
clone had gently sworn to kill the first
man who took out the 313, bar no
body.
Whatever others thought of Siclone’s
vaporings, they counted for a good
deni on the West End. Nobody wanted
trouble with him.
Even Neighbor, who feared no man,
sort of let the 313 lie in her stall as
long as possible after the trouble be
gan.
Nothing was said about it. Threats
cannot be taken cognizance of official
ly. We were bombarded with threats
all the time; they had long since ceased
to move us. Yet Siclone’s engine stay
ed in the roundhouse.
Then, after Foley and McTerza and
Sinclair, came Fitzpatrick from the
east. McTerza was put on the mails,
and coming down one day on the
White Flier he blew a cylinder head
out of the 416.
Fitzpatrick was waiting to take her
out when she came stumping in on
one pair of drivers, for we were using
engines worse than horseflesh then.
But of course the 410 was put out.
The only gig left in the house was
the 313.
I imagine Neighbor felt the finger of
fate in it. The mail had to go. The
time had come for the 813. He order
ed her fired.
“The man that ran this engine swore
he would kill the man that took her
out," said Neighbor, sort of incidental
ly, as Fitz stood by waiting for her to
steam.
“I suppose that means me,” said
Fitzpatrick,
“I suppose it does.”
“Whose engine 1; it?”
“Siclone Clark’s.”
Fitzpatrick shifted to the other leg.
“Did he say what I would be doing
while this was going on?”
iyj^fung iu FitzpatxLc ir
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75c silks, clean-up
sale . , ... 49c
1.50 yard wide guar
anteed Taffeta silk, 98c
75c gloves . . 49c
Tea, sir,”
*Mine is Clark.”
Fitzpatrick put on his hat.
“You’re running the 313, I believe?”
continued Siclone.
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s my engine.”
“I thought it belonged to the com
pany.”
“Maybe it does, but I’ve agreed to 1
kill the man that takes her out before
this trouble is settled,” said Siclone
amiably.
Fitzpatrick met him steadily. “If
you’ll let me know when It takes place,
I’ll try and be there.”
“I don’t jump on any man without
fair warning. Any of the boys will
tell you that,” continued Siclone.
“Maybe you didn’t know my word was
out?”
Fitzpatrick hesitated. “I’m not look
ing for trouble with any man,” he re
plied guardedly, “but since you’re dis
posed to be fair about notice it’s only
fair to you to say that I did know your
word was out.”
“Still you took her?”
“It was my orders.”
“My word is out. The boys know it
is good. I don’t jump any man with
out fair warning. I know you now-, I
Fitzpatrick, and the next time I see
you, look out.” And without more ado
Siclone walked out of the shop, great
ly to the relief of the barber if not of
Fitz.
Fitzpatrick may have wiped a little
sweat from his face, but he said noth
ing, only walked down to the round
house and took out the 313 as usual
for his run.
A week passed before the two men
met again. One night Siclone, with a
crowd of the strikers, ran into half a
dozen of the new men, Fitzpatrick
among them, and there was a riot. It
was Siclone’s time to carry out his in
tention, for Fitzpatrick would have
scorned to try to get away. No tree
ever breasted a tornado more sturdily
than the Irish engineer withstood Si
clone, but when Ed Banks got there
with his wrecking crew and straight
ened tilings out Fitzpatrick was picked
up for dead. That night Siclone dis
gwmenred.
jammts were got out and search
fctaftcr Bknreheml him, yet nobody could or
him. It was general
ia;
tii
|Pr men
realized
PWprounds %gre:it at
barn-,
h« days and long
place for Invalids
route to California by
RagesT It was nicknamed tlie bar
K Many railroad men boarded
CONTINUED ON LAST PAGE,]
NO. 26.
Men’s heavy undershirts,
worth 75 ets, clean- ~
up sale, ....
Mens 75c dress’shirts ^
clean-up sale, . . * 59 ^
cc ; 19c
d sale,
Mens 1.50 and 2.00 98 c
felt hats, this sale,
sweaters, Mens 75c this and sale, 1.00 49 . ^ 1
Mens 2.00 woolen 98c
shirts, clean-up sale
One lot of Men’s 25 cent
neckwear, clean-up IOC
sale,.....
Men’s 10.00 Overcoats, mer
cerized silk lined, . Q
clean-up sale . . 4 * 9 ^
Men’s 3.00 pants, j
clean-up sale, ”
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Silver and Gold shirts, 1.00
and 1.50 quality, — — ^
clean-up sale, . . 75 ^
1.50 and 2.00 white 98c
spreads, this sale,
75c and 1.00 Uinen table
cloth, clean-up sale, 49 . ^''
per yard ....
Good 10c bleaching, yard
wide, clean-up sale, ^ Zv 3 ^" /-r
per yard, .... 4
One paper pins 1 c
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