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MY LADY.
Abovo, beyond a form of graco,
Or nil the blandishments of art,
Or queenly beauty of her face,
I prize my llttlo laily's heart;
It Is a world, all stainless, pure.
With a citadels of truth within,
And virtue sentinels the door,
Where never yet has entered sin.
What If her cheeks nro rest with health.
Do not such shadows como and (tot
The soul's the source of all true wealth.
At least tba angels toil mo sol
And so 1 worship at a shrine,
Whose sacraments with lovo begin,
My lady is but half divine,
And yet her heart's untouched by sin.
—Henry E. Orr in the Virginian.
HOY’S BATTLE,
of u * well, but that wasnT tho ono I
reckon. Deacon Slater ’lows it was to
be, nit’ it’s no two a goin’ agin tho ordi
nances; but tain’t clour to mo as Provi
dence bad anything to do with it, and 1
don’t know tut ’twill be to you, nnd so I
told him. Ho spoko quite feelin’ about
you, an’ said 14 tho paintin' didn't turn
out a good job, thero was tho place its
bookkeeper in his button factory as yon
could have at any time, and so farewell.
Your lovin' aunt,
“Rosanna Mather.”
Itoy had crushed this letter in his hand,
nnd walked cm with tho feeling that ho
hud nothing more to liopo or expect in
this world, lie had, in fact, boon work
ing against hope for the last month, with
a cold, despairing feeling settling down
alxmt his heart. He waaono of tho com
petitors for a prise, but each day ho
passed his brush over tho day's work
with an angry vehemence, obliterating
•‘Halk>l two fresh I" cried a mocking
voice, “this is a red letter day."
Tho spouker wna a huge fellow with a failures,
tangled mass of black hair on his head, a ‘‘I «m a gigantic mistake," he said to
cigarette in his mouth and an insolent himself gloomily. “Thero’s nothing left
swngger in his manner. for mo but to go back to tho button fac-
Roy stopped and glanced arounif Yes, *ory. There's nothing in me. I can’t
thero was another, and ho looked like an get n P the ghost of a conception for a
American, lie was long and lean and
lank, hut looked eager and intelligent.
Ho was looking shyly and curiously into
tho studio of tho “Beaux Arts.” llis
gray tweed suit was worn and seedy in
the extreme. Thero wus a real hunger
in his eye, and his bauds seemed to trem
ble W3 he still kept them on tho half open
door
Tho hall was a long ono, and there
seemed to l.« u perfect forest of easels,
from each of which had sprung a wild
looking figure, with unkempt looks and
dancing black eyes and mocking grins,
"Walk in, gcntlemnn," cried ono voice.
••You weren't ejected this morning, or
wo’d have hod tneWndlo painted."
Roy had heard something of the re
ception given to a now student at tho
Beaux Arts, so he kept his temper and
bowed.
•'Delighted to weloome a native of tho
land of the great Itanium, ” cried another,
seizing Roy's hand and working it like a
pump handle. “How many scaljo have
you on hand?”
"Two new follows—a double treat.
Here, monsieur, interrogate the gentle
men. But first let us give three cheers
for the United Suites I"
These cheers are given with gusto, and
the su|>erviHor approaches Itoy.
"Thirty francs from you.”
Roy reddens, and looks at his com
panion. It is rather hard for two frix>
born American citizens to Iks brow
beaten in this way.
“What do they mean,” asks tho other.
“It's a tax on every newcomer."
••Must we |»y it?”
“I supjAe so; it's a beastly sliama”
"But—I cannot,” faltered the other.
“2 have only live franc* in the world."
“Stop chattering, new fellows." cried
the supervisor. “We’re thirsty."
Roy felt a strange pity tor the lank
young man with the hungry eye*.
“Only five francs? Ohl I see; your
CMnitisnoo lias not arrived."
“I—never get remittances," faltered
the other.
••Why, how do you liver*
“I work uiy wav.”
‘‘A thousand thunders,” vociferated
the supervisor. “In the namo of Georgo
Washington, how long must wo wait?”
“It’s no use—I—must give it up for
the present," said tho young man, grow
ing paler, and casting a longing look at
the forest of easels.
"Stop! 1 will pay for you,"exclaimed i
Roy, with a sudden impulse of friendli
ness to the forlorn l>eing. “You can give
it back—when you’re able.”
Ho was unprepared for tho tears that
suddenly rushed Into tho cavernous
hungry eyes of the other.
“Than its. You have saved oiet and
If ever I forget it"
Ho held out ono gaunt, bony hand,
that still tremMed in Roy’s grasp.
“I behove tlie fellow Is hungry," Roy
decided, his heart melting at the thought, |
So, after the noisy crew hod disposed I
of the feast and drunk the health of the
two and of air their oompatrkKa, ha in
vited Ida new aoqtuUntgnoa to dinner, |
and they grew quite confidential over it,
“I haven't a relative In the world but
a maiden aunt, who believe* in my
genius and sent me over here," said ;
picture. My figures look as if cut out of
pasteboard, my skies are like Aunt liox-
onna'a bluing, my rocks are pasty. 1
Iloigho! 1 could almost wish I'd lived
in thoso wonderful days of magic and
wizards. If any obliging gentleman in
black should appear now and say, ‘Roy
Mather, you shall have your heart’s de
sire for the, paltry consideration of
Ilalloo I who ure you tumbling over?” ,
A fierce "sacre" came from tho ad- I
vanring foe, but tho next moment It was
chang«xl to a greeting. A sallow faced,
dark eyed gentleman In black stopped
suddenly, and then said;
"It Is Monsieur Mather, eh? Ah I you
conic, 1 suppose, from your friend—ah 1 .
tho jxxxr young man—cut down llko a :
flower”
"What do you moan?" cried Roy, reo-
nizing a fellow student.
"la It that you ask me? Why, I
thought it wna with you, Damon, and
what you call tho other?”
"Never mind! What is tho matter ,
with Lang?”
“Oh! he is dying, that is ulU"
Roy turned away and walked rapidly,
no had t>eon so occupied witli his work,
having a studio of his own now, that he
had hardly thought of Lang for three
weeks, and his conscience smote him.
But certainly Mather ooukl not bo so
despernte, or his friend would have let
him know.
lie made his way up the dim stairway,
meeting no one. When lie pushed open
the door of Lang's room thero was no
light or any sound save a half smothered
moon from tire bed. 1
He found a match after awhile and lit I
a candle. Then he called his friend by
name, but there was no answer.
He took the light In his hand. A hor
rible fear woe omtolling at his heart as
be walked toward the bed, for the moan
ing had erased. And at the first glanca
it looked as If the shadow that lies In
wait for all at m bod indeed crossed that
threshold, and laid a dim hand upon one
aching brow.
“He is gone, poor fellow!” thought I
Roy, “and no cue beside him to hear hia
last words or to hold his hand in tho su
preme moment. Perhaps, though, thero
may lie some fnlnt pulso of life. If I had
some stiinulante”
lie bathed the oold face with water
first, and then looked about for some
thing stronger.
In doing this ho saw an easel, and
upon it stretched a finished picture, that
even in that faint and dim light glowed
with life and power. There was a tall
headland, pine crowned, draped with
dainty ferns. Abovo it the misty air
seems like amber, the sky is of melting
gold. IV'kiw, tho sea, with its emerald
light and foam crested waves and flame
opals of light. And where the reeds
seem to thrill with the wind stands ono
like a lily queen,
A mtiMtsaf nov and goM.
It Is Miranda on her island. She looks
a* Roy with fearless, innocent but tender
oyuv
Bin Kwst H would hardly seem a
miracle If sh* steppsd forth and touohed
bb hand. AM this la genhial lie rooog-
nlsts it with a groan.
And the man whoaa canning hand has
risk his life? ITe went down the Btafr-
Way once more, and with tho picture
under his arm. Lang had left enough in
lus roout- to pay funeral expenses, and
that was nil that remained to l>o done.
There was no reason why Itoy should go
thero again. IIo convinced himself of
that fact on his way home, yet ho could
not rid himself of ati uncomfortablo feel
ing of guilt.
“Poor Lang," ho said, half enviously,
“there wna no mistako alxvut him. lie
had the hidden fire. If his mantle could j
only have fallen on mo. If I could only
win this prize, tho money would keep '
mo n year. And who knoyrs what
another year's work would do for me?
Oh, the irony of fatel To me it is all
Important; to him it is worth nothing,
and Ills genius is dead with him.”
At that moment a subtle voice seemed
to whisper:
"But his work lives after hitn. It
may still win the prize."
Roy felt ns if the voice came from
without, and turned and looked nbout
film. IIo saw tho rolled up picture lying
on the table, nnd thought there could he
no harm in taking ono more look. Ho
stretched it upon bis easel, and gazed at
it with envy and delight.
"After all, it would harm no one," ho
thought. “1 would have dono anything
for him—living. I would not hnvo do-
serted him on a barren island or thrown
him to wolves! 1 would not save my
self in any way at his expense. But now,
If 1 can save myself without injuring
him, why not?"
And them commenced one of those un
seen battles (si the battle ground of tho
human heart, where no banners wave
nor trumpet sounds tell of victory—no
muffled drum of defeat, but where the
destiny of souls nre oft times decided, and
all b lost or won for time and eternity 1
So three days passed, and ono day, lm-
‘ by an irresistible foroe, Roy turned
the street where Lang had his hum
ble room. But sa he reached the corner
be saw a coffin borne out, and turned
shuddering away. It wna all over, then.
Ho could do his friend no harm, even if
he won the prize through him!
Roy painted no more his Ineffective
pictures. Each day he gloated instead
over the magical island, with its wind
swept ferns, its lambent skies and lumi-
rtous air. Each day ho looked into tho
blue eyes of the island queen, and folt
assured of his own triumph. It was a
time of fever nnd unrest till tho final
day, when, mounted in a frame that had
cost his very last franc, he sent tho picture
to tho Judges, and sat down to wait. Ho
pawned lib watch and lived upon the
proceeds while ho waited. He did not
Roy did succeed at last Fils liattlo
had taught him something.—H. W. Pier
son in Onco a Week.
sleep well any more; lib okl buoyancy
* ‘ ‘ ‘hi
home. 1 thought I knew something of
art matuvs. I am now certain I am a
dttnee. I've been here a year, working
with a teacher. I've beon getting‘rid of
all tho old metliods, and haven't any
new ones. That’s my condition at
present"
'I have not even an aunt—I um alone.
i conning hoi
r there dead!
“I liad boom opinion of myself at done tl>c work b lying there dead! It is
• .i .... r nothing to him now, that lie would hare
won the prise. What are earthly laurels
to him, who sees the amaranths death-
lews bkwm? What are all tho triumphs
or tlio toil to one on whom a now day
dawns hi the land wliere there shall bo
no night?
"I must toko care of this picture,"
had deserted him.
He took a step forward. There was
Arne, and he would save himself yet.
What matter tf chaos came afterward?
He would have done hta duty. But how
conhl he face those ranks of spectators
and tell hb crime? Ho faltered and fell
back—H was too late. He heard a hum
at vetoes. Some one was speaking, but
be could nek distinguish the words. He
did not know till some one pushed him
forward, and a voice paid in nis oar:
"Look alive, okl fellow 1 It is your
nbtne they ate calling. Your picture
bas taken tho prise, and no wondor.
How you have blossomed out. It’s no
more your old style”
Roy felt himself pushed over toward
tho platform. Was thero no help?
Ho made a strong effort to epoak as ho
met tire smiling faces on every hand.
“It Is not mine," lie managed to say.
•'There is a mistake."
A great burden seemed to roll away
from him at these words, lie could lift
his head onco more among his fellow
men! lie was no longer a perjured
cheat!
j A murmur rose on every side. What
did it all mean? The professors stared at
him and at one another,
j “What does ft moon, then? Why are
yen here? Let the pointer of Miranda
| cocos forward and claim the prise.”
•*Y«u'»s fading mwaj, my boy,” one
at bb follow pointers said, on
Mn lbs msraing of the decision.
«4tet bas hsootne of your chum?
was always ethereal. Has be sailed
•wanr kbs thistle down on a puff of
wbtof I thought he was painting for th*
“Bo he was," stammered Roy, with a
flush on bb face, “but sickness
He
E3L
I depend upon myself, aiul liave lived so said Roy. “He would have gl
far,” said the oilier, who gave Roy a mo, nnd it will not do to let it
von it to
Sbmewbat buttered bit of pasteboard.
“Thut is my name, and I have a den at
that number. I intend to go in for oil
the prizes, and if pluck and work can do
anything I shall win. You have done me
• service today"
“Never miud tltoi, ” interrupted Roy,
looking at tho card and reading thereon
the nauut of “Nathan Long," written la
a bold tow Lund. "Wo irnux <umd by
onr auc'diur agaliert tituto PM'- * »>■*.” hq b in a fcfiut.
*»• ^ W “J « friendship •->-* that | -Wine? A1U but heart Docs he not
or. Oiw
tlw hands of”
He liad rolled it up with this thought,
and I tearing the door open turned to face
a virago.
"Bo, name one at last And bow b it
that you make your way into my Itouae,
and ask no leave! The doctor it is who
has forbidden?”
"Th© poor fellow is a friend of mine,
and tf yon will gat a little wine, I think
■Jut ”
with Lie j laud
ceoajxrd -dUxl out
that frighten* ovv lodgers.
id nave no«
teat.*} through the year. Ouo txwring owe mo fifty french
night toward tho end of It Roy Uatitcr
was looking his way somewhat gloomily
through that picturesque tangle of struct*
called the ? Mtip QuorUer. iZa !H just
raoeived u letter from Aunt Boxie which ^ _ _
be had stopped by a lighted window to kxhe womun, and
nod. part?"
It ran as follovvsc ! “Typhuat" cried
"Dear Roy—I’ve got to tell you acme
bud nows. Tlicre ain't no escapin' of it,
or puttin’ of it off. But porhapo, by
this time, you're a carvin' out your for
tune. and gettin' able to do without help.
X hope you'll keep to a straight and nar-
rer path, and never deviate into paintin'
them there Weuuses and Dinahs which
is a invertin' public taste, and didn’t
ought to l>e allowed. Tho bad news is
that I ventured all my little fortin’ in an
"Ycazr plooe, messieurs," cried a stern
voter, and Roy felt relieved.
Be was trembling, nevertheless. He
foR giddy, as one w)k> stands on the verge
at a precipice. He stood by a window
and could catch a glimpse of n blue sky.
and one fleecy, wind swept cloud. Coma
any one look down from those shining
battlements? he wondered with a vague
shiver. Gould one know the griefs and
joys, the temptations and triumphs of
those left behind? Hb bead seamed in a
whirl, as if a hundred wheels were turn
ing there. He longed to stop it all for a
thdt be might think.
&oy shuddered. From what pate ranks
at Ateem!
ibodied spirits would they call
buck the artist of the prise!
"I—1 will explain,” he began.
But the weeds were frown on Ms Bps,
ha'
and here he
£52
flat baton him, pale, gaunter tonuue^
of pure malic*:—to
cheat axt. But I will have
hollow eyed, purple lipped, with
lag steps, be saw his friend sp
all—all he
an a
one to take my
bed with a fsor for himself selfishly
springing up in bis heart. “Here, take
this, and I will send some wine for him."
He offered the woman money, and
thon stooped once more over his friend.
There was uo pulse.
•Tlianlcs; monsieur is a gentleman, “
exclaimed tho woman. "1 will do all
for this friend; but ho will not drink the
wine I Oh, nol tho poor youth has
entered tlw habitations of tho blest, and
oil w(;tl, which accordin’ to our Deacon needs not the wine any more now. Mon-
of Ids safety i tlw fever
Josiah Sluter was u mimin' eighteen slour must think
thousin’ barrels a day. Well, ifarun off is very liad, ”
all my money, tit any rate. There's an Roy did think of his
°’d savin’ about truth bein’ at the bottom could do no hionv find why eh<
safety.
Ould bo
Ho
I “X son hast?** a hollow voice said near
! kite. “I was 1U, and my &i*nd soot tba
ptoknis for dm.”
I Soy hoard no more. Tbs excitement
I of tbs past six weeks bad dene their
Work. At that voice from the dead, for
Id K seemed, 1m staggered and fell!
I When ho came back to hb senses. Lung
bent over hits kindly.
"You’re all right now, old fellow,” be
sold. “I ought to have given you warn
ing. I’m just ablo to be cut,”
"Don’t take my hand. I am a swin
dler,” cried Roy. “You don’t know. X
meant"
"But you didn’t. You were bravo at
the last, in tho face of all! I say you are
0 trump. Come, never speak of it a;
Let us tal;o a studio togather, and I
eland the expense out or tho prize,
yon do something really good. Wor’
Will do It. old fellow.”
A. Satisfactory Answer.
Mrs. Norma—Now tell me, Mr3. Bar-
ldns, do you beliifoo in ono cow’s milk
for the baby?
Mra. Barkins—Waal, that depends on
tho child. Ef he’s a good, strong, healthy
baby, and wants it, I’d give liitn two
cows’ milk; Imt sakes alive, it ’pears a9
if any ord’nury tx*by oughtn’t t’ want
morc’n ono cow ooukl furnish.—Har
per’s Bazar.
School In China.
In Chinn school begins at daylight nnd
rk to read.
continues until It is too darl
This is. a bit of Information for those who
wish to reek positions as teachers in tho
Celestial empire, and toar also account
for tlie diagonal slope of tho Chinese
optic, which Is probably thus bent out of
ly In tho pliant yearn of )m-
shape by study
nrsturity,—Boston Budget
Tte WITTIEST,PRETTIEST JUVENILE* ,
QUEER PEOPLE ralmtr Cox t
r
nd the 1
* u 5ga T Sh^.T^ro«l, , VR.?a A d?. , ib?a“?2;
Oct 16, 1889.
15 4t
HOLMES’ =iURE CURE
- # prndenee! Prudence!
In medication, as in aught elso, prudence
should be our gnido. Yet thousands cast It to
tho winds. Every new nostrum finds its pat
rons, the medical empirics of every fulso
school have their gulls. Every change in
tlxigamut of humbug Is rung successfully—
fork time at least—tlie notes being furnished
by tbs credulous. In happy contrast to tho
many advertised impostures of the day stands
Hostetler's Stomach Bitters, now In its
third decode of popularity, approved anil rec
ommended by physicians, indorsed by tho
, ,
press of many lends, sought nnd prized by
iuvalids everywhere. It is nil ascertained
specific for and preventive of malarial dis
eases, chronic indigestion, liver complaint
and*constipation, checks the growth of
rheiuhatlsm and neuralgia, is a peerless ln-
Vigorant and useful dioretio. Nervous peo
ple benefit by It.
MOUTH-WASH and DENTIFRICE.
Throat 0 'Wean* M* the ® an" “e. "S*.
nentlsts.' tfiicon, ol" For''sale by all druggists
and dentists,
ing. 5th, 1887.
41y.
Only $16.50 for 1,000
and
VUT TREES, —(small)-500 I wan
iN 500 English Walnuts. This offer is
open to only ono Person at a Post-office,
The Hist received Is accepted. Money re-
“ these trees
Feb. 14, 1888.
32 cm ly
WARREN EDWARDS,
Manufacturer of
BOTTLE SODA WATER,
funded promptly to others,
can be sold at once for a good profit, ot cut
tlvated ono or more years and sold at a
higher price, it is very little trouble to
set them out, and they are cultivated as
I easily as cotton. , ,,, . ,
Ten rows about 75 feet long will be suf
ficient space. Any one doslrlng to take ad
vantage of this offer must bo prompt.
Terms $3 50 cash with order, balance
November 1st, next.
References: The citizens of my town
where I have lived 25 yeare^ pgjyg
Prop’r. Hartwell Nurseries,
fj 2m Hartwell, Gb.
Sarsaparilla, Lemon Soda. Ginger
Ale a Specialty.
Orders from adjoining towns solicited.
7 ly Milledgeville, Aug. 21, 1888.
Eczema, Itchy,Scaly, Skin Torture*.
The simple application of “Swayne'a Olnt-
...ant,” without any Internal medicine, will cure
any case of Tetter, Salt Rheum, Ringworm, I lies,
Itch, Sores, Pimples, Eczema all Scaly, Itchy
skin Eruptions, no matter how obstinate or
long standing. It Is potent, effective, and_ costs
but a trifle.
4 ly.
A MINIATURE WORLD ON 93 ACRES.
Augusta National Exposition.
THE LARGEST EXPOSITION EVER HELD IN THE SODTH.
Every Description of Mechanical Art Exhibited—Evory Description
of tho Products of the Soil, "Vegetable and Mineral—Every
Description of the Work of Man’s Brain and
Hand—Every Description of the
Handiwork of Woman.
Tho Finest Horses in the Country will Tako Part in the liaces-
Day and Night Carnivals—Music by
Cappa’s Famous Band.
-THE-
GEORGIA
—AND-
&
rn
RAILROADS
Will SELL ROUND TRIP TICKETS
From Points named at following Low Rates, which INCLUDE
TRANSPORTATION TO AND FROM THE GROUNDS
AND ADMISSION.
Rale ot Tickets Com Noveiler 7th, Closes December 15th.
TO AUGUSTA AND RETURN
-FROU-
Milledgeville, $2.60. Macon, $3.25. James, $2.95. Haddocks, $2.85.
Browns, $2.75. Carrs, $2.40. Devereaux, $2 35. Sparta, $2.15.
C^“LIMIT OF TICKETS 5 DAYS.^
JOE W. WHITE, E. R. DORSEY,
Traveling Passenger Agent, General Passenger Agent
AUGUSTA, GA.
Sept. 11,1888. 10 2m
New Hardware Store!
I have opened a New Hardware store, next door north of the Post
Office, where Ifwill keep constantly on hand
Cook Stores
Of the Latest Improved Manu
facture, Heating Stoves, Coal
[Grates, etc.
jAll Kinds of Tinware.
E3TI um prepared to do all kinds
[of roofing and guttering on short
'“otice.
Fair dealing and low Prices. The patronage of the public Is solicited. Give me a trial
31 tf No. 25 I.' b,.
EVAN81 TURNER,1
Cotton Factors!
Milledgeville, Ga., Sept. 10, 1888.
Messrs. Evans & Turner beg to notify all
parties trailing at this point, that they
are now fully prepared lo handle all cot
tons coming to this market and solicit
patronage.
Our merchants and homo buyers are
noted for their liberality In paying high
prlOM for ootton, but Should they bo un
willing to meet exporters figures, Messrs.
Geo. C. Smith A Co., Is with them, who
propose to pay the same for all grades of
cotton that they are worth at the Coast
markets, less freight.
will '
by export
sold by
A difference will be made
buyers betwoeu offers on cotton
Individuals, or on the streets, and cottons
offered In lots by the Warehouse,
as expenses attached to handling fall on
them, If not bought from a Warehouse
man.
Tne two pounds usually deducted from
dry cotton will nut be taken off, but net
weights will be given when cotton Is dry.
As cottons will bo offered dally In large
lots, Messrs. Evans A Turner think they
can make it to the Interest of planters to
Imve them to sell their cottons lor them.
Their price for storage and commission is
low, and they pledge their best efforts to
sell cotton at highest prices.
They, will keep posted dally by tele
grams the condition of the market and In
every way boon «footing to act lntelligably
in sales.
Liberal advances will be made on cot
tons stored, and everything In their power
granted, in order to make this equal to
other points for cottons. The old plan of |
selling cotton by men not famllllar with the
market or grades, has long since been
abandoned in Intelligent communities, and
why should our people act contrary to
custom and against their own Interest?
Very Respectfully,
EVANS & TURNER.
•Sept. 11.1888. 10 tf.
Restart, Groceries, Etc.
:o:—
T have now flttertup a RESTAURANT with all
the appointments of a business of this character,
TBS BUNaRY MAN
—and the—
Lover of Good Eating
Can ho accommodated at all hours with the
choicest substantial and
Favorite Dslicacios
Of the season. The best attention will be given
to all who patronize my restaurant, and satis
faction given to a full measure. Come and see
what a good meal you caa have served up al
short notice. In connection with my Restaurant
I have tn store a large stock of
Fresh Groceries
Of every description, which most he sold. Call
in, see ami he satlsfled that here is the place to
put your money to the heat advantage.
C. YV ENNIS,
Oct.4,’67. 18 ly] Uill.dfferUle, Qa.
c. B. HZWPHTW
Reel Estate Apt and Collector.
P ROMPT attention given to all btiB
inees and quick returns made,
fitf Office next door to Jewell & Me
Comb, Hancock Street, Milledgeville
[46 3n
Machine Shop.
T AM NOW prepared to repair Et
1 glnes, Boilers and All Kinds (
Machinery. Satisfaction guarantee<
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March 20th, 1888.
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A. COEMANNI.
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LADIES!
Do Your Own Dyeing, at Home, with
PEERLESS DYES
They will dye everything. They are sold ovei
where. Price IOc a package—40 colors. Th
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have no equal for Strength, Brightness, Amou
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in Packages or for Fastness
fading Qualities. Thy do not crock or smi
For sale by c. L. CASK, Druggist and Bookaelli
and E. A. Bayne, Druggist, Milledgeville,Oa.
Jan. 24, 1888. J9 iy
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Salemei for Agrlsnltnral an
Machinery Specialties to sell to tbe tradi
Stata age, references, amount expected fo
salary and expenses. Address
MASSET A (X)..
v . _ Montezuma, Ga.
July 24,1888. 3 Cm.
Caveats, and Trade-Marks obtained, and ah Patent
DUinem conducted for Moderate Fee*.
Our Office la Opposite VI. S. I'nlent Of-
flee. We have no tub stench's, a’l buplnn*
direct, bence can transact patera bufinsss in lea
Ume and at leas coat tiian those remote from
Washington.
Bend model, drawing, or photo., with d-scrip
tip*. Wt iHvise If rot tents Mo or not, free o!
Charge. Our tea not d*s till uatsnt la secured.
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town, scat frea. Address,
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EIGHTEEN SIZES AND KIND!
COOK STOVES
ALL PURCHASERS CAN BE SUITE
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Isaac A.Sheppard & Co.,Baltlmorft-M(
A Nit FOR half; by
WINDSOR & WILSON.
Milledgeville, Ga.
Oct. 4, 1887. 13 ly