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t 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 :«] HERE goes a fel •” 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 – ISAAC OTHER § s ---» Our Great Fifteef 1 Offering. r J I the i ys § k. mm \r *# j 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 4 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. - ■ “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 f/l mim I m % Ik ! I A i? :■ J X ! 'K “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 o! 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 ■r l.i 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, ” . . 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 n Order ■: ■ By I Mail. m 2 i ■ -i w w i w FLATAU PAYS THE FREIGHT TO YOUR TOWN. •a ■ - ~i ;j Send for . - - j one of our new catalogues Sisaasl of Furniture and House Furnish= ings which we will send you free of charge. Write for it today. . . . . Yours Truly, 4 ARTHUR FLATAU – CO., i - : f Athens, Georgia. CSSS u LARGEST MAIL ORDER HOUSE IN THE SOUTH BOB 9tmm c* I If you want anything in the stove line from a stove bolt to the hand= somest range ever shown in the county===we have it===and we have some= thing else===the price that sells them. 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