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SUNDAY MORNING.
NO. 17
PUDDING
LANE By J. Hamilton
Graham
Coiwrlgkt, 1 901, by A. S. Richardson
I am called an eccentric man, and I
am rather proud of the fact. Among
my eccentricities is that of carrying an
ear trumpet and pretending to be deaf
whenever Igoon a journey. Asa mat
ter of fact, my sense of hearing is most
acute, equal to that of a fox, I think,
but in carrying the trumpet I have
two objects in .view —first, nobody
thinks of asking me questions on tri
lling matters or seeks to draw me Into
political arguments, and, second, I
have the fun of overhearing much not
meant-for my ears. There are times
wlu'ii lay fellow travelers comment on
my personal appearance, much to my
dciriment, but I have to take the bit
ter with the sweet. v
The day 1 went up toTisondon from
Liverpool to be present at the funeral
of lay old friend Stebbius the compart
ment was full at starting. 1 had my
trumpet along and copied the actions
and altitude of a deaf muu. By the
time tlie journey was half completed
there were only three of us left. The
other two men wore acquaintances.
N*i'lt her was over thirty eight, and from
their general 'looks 1 sized them up as
belonging to the gambling and horse
racing fraternity. It was eusy to see
that one dominated the other, and the
dominant man hud u hunted, desperate
look in his eyes. I judged ho was in
desperate straits for money and that
ho would be willing to risk a great
deal to make a haul. As soon as the
lliree of us were alone he said to the
other:
"Now we can talk matters over and
Hit tie particulars.”
‘‘But the old dozer there,” protested
the other.
"He couldn't hour the explosion of a
ton of dynamite. If 1 thought he had
150 in his pocket. I’d twist his neck
and heave him out of the door, but I
don't believe lie's got 10 shillings about
him.”
"You'd he n fool to meddle with any
one until we pull this affair off. Now
!alk low and go ahead. It is on Pud
ding lane, is it?”-
"No. IT Pudding lane. Don’t write it
down, but don't forget it. It Is a full
mile from the depot. We take n cab to
the corner of Iloke street, and theu we
have only two blocks to walk. The
place is open till 10 o’clock in the even
ing.”
“And the name of the party?”
“Is Webb. He's a man of sixty and
not in good health. One crack on tho
head will settle his business. When
you have done for him, you raise one
of the front windows as a signal to iue.
1 shall he exactly opposite. We can
loot the place in fifteen minutes if the
safe is still ope!i.’J_
“I have told you I would not strike
to kill,” said the weaker oue ufter a
pa use.
“1 don’t ask you to,” replied the oth
er: “but just remember this—lf you
don't finish him we may both end our
cays in prison. lie's a foxy old rascal,
and he may get u peep ut me. If he
does, then good by. and you’ll be In the
same boat. Wind's the use of being
sijueamish over It? Why not make a
safe job? lie Is the biggest kind of a
robl er and a man without u heart."
“lint I couldn’t strike to kill.”
“Have your own way, but If he
ones to 1 shall finish bint off In a
hurry, and you'll have to stand in with
■me.”
“Suppose he is suspicious of me and
keeps me outside the railing?”
“He won’t be. You show him the
diamond ring I have to give you, and
he'll invite you inside fast enough,
'l id him it's a part of a big haul, and
you can steer the rest his way, and
he'll pat,you on the shoulder and bring
out a bottle of wine. The only thing
is that you must not make a Bungle
of it.”
They had agreed that I was deaf, but
at the same time they had lowered
their voices until an ordinary man
would not have caught a word. 1
heard everything, however, and I tVa
soned it out that they were after either
a pawnbroker or a “fence.” It was to
l.e a case of assault and robbery— per
haps worse.
In the same cautious tones they
-planned where to dispose of the pluu
rlet - and in what direction to take
flight, and I came to understand the
.•ifiair as plainly as if I had been tq
third man. I am an imperturbable
titan. I sat there' for two hours and
made no sign, but 1 was doing a great
deal of thinking just the same. It has
always been my habit to mind my own
business. I have never cared who was
being robbed or murdered as long as
robbers and murderers let me alone.
My first idea was to keep bends off,
but it looked like such a pretty case
that I changed my mind. It was an
opportunity for a Scotland Yard to
capture a couple of desperadoes red
handed, and no doubt I would he
patted on the back for the pointer I
was to give them.
We reached -London at 8:10 in the
morning, and while the two men took
a cab and drove away for Hoke street
I called one and drove direct to Scot
land Yard. I was snubbed as soon as
I arrived. An official to whom I was
directed asked me if a horse had fallen
down or a chimney caught fire that I
came into bis presence In such a hbrry.
I allow no man to rub my fur the
wrong way and therefore gave this of
fh ;ul better than he sent. We used up
tin infinites in passing compliments,
and then a detective was called to
hear my story. He beard It under
protest. As soon as I meutlpaed tb§
fact that 1 was not deaf he indignantly
demanded:
“Then why carry that ear trumpet?
Your carrying the trumpet is a gross
deception on the public, sir.” .
“The public is not affected one way
or tlie other.” 1 replied, "as it is no
one’s business whether I am deaf or all
right. In this case my pretense of be
ing deaf lias served tlie public a good
turn, unless you stand here and let
murder and robbery be done.”
“Sir,” he continued, “I believe you
can be arrested for carrying an ear
trumpet when your hearing is per
fectly good. I believe such a thing
comes under the head of misdemeanors.
Tom, will you look in the book?”
The book was consulted, and much
to the detective’s disappointment, my
ear trumpet was not mentioned along
with pistols, knives and slungshots.
“But you can be detained as a sus
picious persou,” be said as a look or re
lief came to his face. "Yes, that is the
charge, and I shall detain you until
the Inspector arrives.”
“If you let those two men carry out
their plan, I will make London too hot
to hold yon!” I shouted in my anger.
In reply I was locked up. An hour
later the inspector on duty strolled in
from his dinner, and my case was laid
before him. It began with the trumpet.
“I understand, sir,” lie said as he
fixed me with a glare, “that you carry
an ear trumpet to deceive the public.”
“Well, what if 1 dor’ I yelled at him.
“Speak respectfully, or it will be tlie
worse for you. I take it that a man
wlio will deceive the general public
will also deceive the police. You cau
tell your story, however.”
I told it In a straightforward way,
but when I had finished the inspector
smiled in derision and shook his head
and replied:
“Too thin, my man. You want to
lead us off on a jolly, but you've fallen
over your own feet. I think it will be
safe to detain you until morning.”
At that hour of the night 1 could not
hope to find one of my few friends in
Loudon to identify me and therefore
submitted with us good grace as possi
ble, I almost begged of the inspector to
send men to Pudding lane. He guve
me a look of pity and disdain and
turned away.
But I was not hold all night. At
midnight a report reached the yard
that the pawnbroker at 17 Pudding
lane hud been murdered and Ills rooms
plundered, and when I was taken out
of my cell into the presence of the in
spector I found him both abject and
agitated. He begged my pardon in tlie
most servile way an?l entreated me not
to make my story public and ruin him.
I refused to make any promises. I laid
not described the men to him in telling
my story, and now I absolutely re
fused to give him a clew, t had been
humiliated aigl treated with contempt
while trying to serve the police, and
you may be sure I bore them no good
will. Before I got satisfaction 1 had
the Inspector, the detective and anoth
er man bounced, and it was through
my description of the murderers that a
private detective agency ran them
down in Germany and secured a big
reward.
Tlus Town II it cl OlfaetH.
“I bad been knocking about a Kan
sas town In the evening,” said a Bos
ton drummer with a limp, “and in
heading for my hotel I walked plump
Into an open sewer which bad no red
light of warning. I had a bnil full and
broke my hip, and I wasn’t yet out rnf
the sewer when I made up iny mind to
sue for $20,000 damages. 1 was taken
to the hospital, ami next day the city
attorney called on me to know what I
was going to do.
“ ‘l’m going to sue the town, of
course,’ I replied.
“ ‘But what for?’ he asked.
“ ‘For personal damages. There
should have been a railing or a light,
but there was neither, and my Injury
will lay me up for weeks.’
“ 'But don’t you know what you es
caped by faHlng into the sewer?’ he
asked.
“ ‘No.’
“ “Then let me tell you that, the roof
of the hotel fell In last night and killed
three men, and if you had been in
your bed you would have been crushed
to pulp. You really owe this town
something instead of talking abtfut
damages.’
“When able to get out,” continued
the drummer, “I found that public
opinion was against me and the peo
ple ready to stand a suit, and by ail
vice of a lawyer I settled the ease for
$125. I didn’t even get all that. In
tumbling into the sewer 1 broke two
planks and brought a eavein, and the
damages w-ere assessed at ss.<;o and
taken out of my money.”
K*
Still In tlie liuftineMM.
Lord Karnes, a once famous Scottish
judge, on his way southward to Perth
from the northern circuit, had to spend
the night at Dunkeld. Next morning
he made for the ferry across the Tay,
but, missing the road, asked a passer
by tp show him tlie way.
“With all my heart,” said the stran
ger. “I see your lordship does not
know me. My name's John%Gow.
Don’t you remember Uie? I had the
honor to be tried befthe your lordship
for sheep stealing.”
“Now I recollect you, John,” replied
the judge. "And how is your wife?
She, too, had the honor to appear tie
fore me for receiving the sheep,, know
ing them to have been stolen.”
“Ah, we were very hlcky to get off
for want of evidence, but I am still in
the butchering business.”
“Theu,” quoth Lord Karnes as ho
came in sight of the ferry, “we may
have the honor of meeting again.”—
Scottish American.
Ilnrdly Tlmf.
Cholly—Miss Mabel, do you know
you’ve stolen my heart?
Mabel—Oh, well, that's only petit
larceny,—NYork Journal.
TUB BRUNSWICK DAILY MCWIf.
LEGAL
TENDER
By ADDISON CLAItK
Copyright, 1901, by Addison Clark
The Henderson farm had ouce blos
somed like a well kept flower-garden.
In those days the white house, set back
from the road in a clump of live oaks,
was astir with life and youth. The
master had been a justice of the peace
and had run for the legislature. Men
had called him Judge Henderson, and
he had walked with his head erect.
He had hail a neighbor then Whose
heart was very near to his own, but
the war had come and changed every
thing. Hubert Stephens, the neighbor,
had gone away to join tlie Yankees,
and friendship was changed to bitter
hatred.
The master's sons, nephews and
friends had also gone to tlie war, some
from the north and others from the
south. His slaves laid left him at the
first rumor of freedom, and tlie old
place soon fell Into decay.
A thick carpet of crab grass anil wild
morning glory vines had spread over
tlie fields where had once been rows of
cotton aud corn. All was silent now in
the house among the live oaks.
Upon a bed in tlie large sunny front
room upstairs lay the master, sick and
deserted no, not quite deserted, for
there was left old Jerry, the last of a
hundred slaves. Tlie old man turned
Over restlessly in his bed and, putting
up a thin, bony hand, pushed the gray
hair out of his eyes.
“Jerry!” he called in a feeble voice.
A. wrinkled black face appeared at
the door. “Y'os, Ma’se Tol, bouli X is,”
answered the old servant.
K “What do you mean leaving me here
alone? Where ha ye you been all this
time?”
"I ain’t iie’n nowhnr, Ma’se Tol, 'cept
ln’ In de kitchen. I ain’t lcf yo’ but a
U’lc minute.”
“You have! I say you have, Jerry.
You’ve been gone an hour. Why don’t
you bring me something to eat? Do
you think that because a man’s a little
sick lie doesn’t get hungry?”
"Yes, sah, Ma’se Tol; yes, sail. De
diniiali be ready t’rectly; would ’a’
be'n done, sah, only de bins somehow
don't lay no mo’ today—no, sah, not a
single alg! An’ de eo'nmeal am done
all gone an’ de bac’n an' de coffee.”
“Nothing to cook, eh! Not a thing to
eat io the house, and I'm to He here on
my back and starve, am I, Just be- *
cause you’re too lazy to go to the store
and get something?”
“Yes, sah, Mu’se Tol; yes, sah,” said
Jerry uneasily. “I’ze Jes’ a-gwiuetode
sto’ now—jes’ a-gwiue when yo’ call
me. Yes, sah, Ma’se Tol, but—but de
money done nil gone too.”
"Money! That's what is the matter,
is it? Well, why didn't you say so?
What do you stand gibbering there for
and not tell what you want? Do you
think I’m a beggar?” He turned over
In feverish haste, his old hands trem
bling nervously, and, reaching under
tlie pillow, took out a large wallet,
which lie opened, displaying a number
of crisp new bills. “Money! There,
take what you want!” v
A look of awe came over the old ne
gro’s face; then he smiled us with
trembling hands he took one of the
bills and folded it tenderly. "Yes,
Ma'se To); yes, sah. De dlnnah bo
ready t’rectly,” said he, and, bowing
and smiling, he shambled out of the
room.
Two stores, in one of which was the
postoiflee; a glnbouse and a blacksmith
shop constituted the town. One of the
stores was owned by Judge Hender
son's former neighbor, wlio had gone
out joyfully to fight for the Union and
had come back broken, one legged, al
most a pauper.
But ft was not there Jerry went. He
well knew that his master would eat
.no food from that store. So lie passed
it by and went.on to the other, where
a busy, practical newcomer did a gen
eral merchandise business for cash.
“Evenin’, Mistali Hubs,” said Jerry
| to the man who came forward to tako
| his order.
"Good evening, Jerry. How is Mr.
! Henderson today?” asked the proprie
tor.
"Jedge Ilindi’son, sah, am bettab,
t’ank yo’. He am heahty, sail,” re
'turiifd the old negro, straightening up
ids bent form aud looking with con
j tempt on the questioner.
I “Can I do anything for you?” asked
Sir. Boss.
"Yo’ kin, sah,” responded Jerry, and
he gave his order as if he were speak
ing to a servant.
“Yes, to he sure,” said the proprietor
i when Jerry had finished, “but excuse
me. Ah, but Jerry, did Judge Hender
son send the money? You know we
do only a cash business.”
I Jerry looked at him for a moment in
silence. “In co’se I bruug de money,”
he said. “Does yo’ t’iuk I done come
beggin’ lo’ Ma’se Tol sump'n to eat?”
| Tlie proprietor unfolded the bill
which tlie old negro handed him, aud
as he saw what it was smiled In a su
perior manner, “Why, Jerry, this is
no good. This is not legal tender,”
said lie. ’.‘This Is Confederate money,
i The Confederacy fell six months ago,
and Confederate notes are no longer
j leghl tender. They are not worth the
paper they are printed on.” ,
“Ain’t no good? Yo’ say de money
j ain’t no good?” responded the old ne
gro, trembling with anger ami disap
pointment. “Ain’t Ma’se Toi's money
good as any money? Ain't my Ma’se
Tol Ilindi’son a ge’m’n? Ain’t he pay
bis debts?” Ilis voice broke to a sob
and tears filled his eyes. “Ain't de
money to buy my po’ marster sump’n
I to eat when lie hungry?”
| “Jerry, you dpn't understand,” ex
l plained Mr. Hops. “Confederate money,
Is no longer legal tender. Judge Hen*
dersou must have sent the wrong bill.
Tell him if he will send coin or United
States notes we will be glad to serve
him.”
The sick man awoke from n fitful
slumber as lie heard a step upon the
stairs. For a moment he lay staring
up at the ceiling and trying to straight
en out the tangle in his thoughts.
“Jerry,” he called at length impatient
ly. "You lazy nigger, why don’t you
come on with my dinner? Didn’t I
tell you I was,hungry V”
"Yes, sah, Ma’se Tel, heah I is, sah,”
answered Jerry, coming half fearfully
into tlie room. "But—but, Ma’se Tol”
His lips were trembling, and the tears
were streaming down Ills face.
“Well, what is it? What do you
stand there whimpering like a baby
for? Wliat's the matter?”
“Oh, Ma’se Tol,” cried Jerry, falling
upou his knees beside the bed, “he say
de Cornfede’ey done busted, an’ de
money ain’t no good!”
“The money no good! Sam Itoss said
that?” cried tlie old man in a shrill,
cracked voice. “He's a liar, Jerry! I'll
go right down there anil tell him so.”
11c lifted himself upon his elbow anil
struggled to sit upright in bed, but the
exertion was too much for his feeble
strength, and lie fell hack weakly upon
his pillow.
Theu he lay for ati hour raving iu de
lirium, alternately cursing the iniiu
wlio had refused to take his money
and begging Jerry to bring ills dinner.
The old negro remained for a long
time, kneeling by the bed, moaning
and praying and begging "Ma’se Tol”
just to tie quiet, and Jerry vvuuiii soon
have his dinner ready. Then a light
broke upon his darkness. He arose
and, taking the discarded bill, wont
again down the road toward the vil
lage. He would try tlie other store.
No doubt Captain Bob would take the
money, and his master need never
know where the things came from.
“Evenin’, Cap'll Bob,” said Jerry to
the one figged man who came forward
to meet him. *
"Good evening, Jerry,” answered tlie
old soldier. “How is Judge Hender
son today?”
“Mighty po'ly, sah; mighty po’ly,
Cap’u Bob. Caln't somehow eat unitin’,
nn’ lie hungry laik, too, nil de time.
Don’ reck’ii yo' got nullin’ fo' a sick
man—no bac’n er eo’nmeal er coffee?”
Jerry handed the storekeeper tlie Dill
and stood watching him closely while
he examined it. When he hud looked
at it carefully and turned it over and
examined it on the other side, he turned
to tlie old negro with nn understand
ing look. “Why, of course I have, Jer
ry; anything you want,” said he.
- “An’ -an’, Cap'u Bob, am de money
•good?” asked Jerry anxiously. “Ca’so
Mistali Boss, lie say de Cornfede’ey
done busted an’ de money ain’t no legal
tindak.”
“Sam Itoss Is a liar, Jerry, and a
scoundrel too. I’ll tell him so the first
time I see him. The money Is good for
anything in tills store.”
He stumped about noisily on his
wooden leg, swearing softly to himself,
until lie had made up a dozen packages
and placed them on the counter—meat
and eggs, cornmeal anil coffee aud
whatever else the meager resources of
the small store afforded.
“Jerry, tell Judge Henderson that I
am pleased to serve him,” said he as
lie handed the to the old negro,
“uml say to him that. I will cull tonight
to ask about Ids health and to break
with him a bottle of the old '42. I’ll
wager he hasn’t smacked Ids lips over
anything us good as tliut these twenty
years.”
“Gawd bless yo', Cap'll Bob;” an
swered Jerry, with tears of gratitude
iu Ids eyes. “Yo’ am a slio’ ’null white
man.”
"No thanks at all, Jerry—Just a little
mutter of business. And, Jerry, wait—
here’s your change.”
When the old negro had gone, Cap
tain Itobert Stephens, some time soldier
and gentleman, hobbled back to the
rear of Ids small store, kicked open tlie
stove with his wooden leg and, unfold
ing a fresh, new Confederate bill, tore
It into bits and dropped it. inside.
“Legal tender! Legal tender!” he
muttered. “Wliy, the brute—and tlie
old man starving to death!”
Remarkable Cavern.
Santa Cruz is famous for its caves,
one being, without doubt, the most re
markable cavern of the kind in this
country. It is readied after passing a
rough point, Point Diablo, aud from
the ocean is seen to be a large black
domelike object at the base of the
mountain. Approaching, the boat is
forced through a thickly matted kelp
bed and eulx-rs the cave, which is now
seen to be made up of several largo
and lofty rooms. In the first two tlie
walls are curiously decorated in all the
colors of the rainbow, caused by chem
ical action. The boat is pushed into
the second and third chambers, drift
ing in water of a delicate green tint
and remarkably clear, tlie bottom cov
ered with algae of many colors and
shapes. Ahead is a black opening not
much larger than the boat, through
which the ground swell passes every
few seconds, producing a pandemoni
um of sounds—groans, roars, sucking,
seething noises like the hissing of
steam from some gigantic caldron, ac
companied by explosions, come rushing
forth to warn and appall the mariner,
hut tlie boat is pushed on directly after
the ingress of a roller into tlie largest
cbafhlier of this wonderful ocean cav
ern. It is absolutely dark except at
the entrance, which now appears like
n great star occasionally shut out as
the waves come rolling in.—World’s
Work.
Appropriate.
Mrs. Sharpe—They call the hell boy
in the hotel Buttons, I believe. I won
der why.
Mr. Sharpe—Probably because be’s
always off when you need him most.—
Philadelphia Press.
PICTURESQUE HOME
OF MRS,H,MOULD
Eight miles from this city, on the
Sterling road, is the beautiful subur
ban home of Mrs. H. S. Gould,
hears the attractive name of “Avoca
Villa,” and is one of the most unique
and original country homes in the
south.
The house, a spacious log-cabin,
built, of rough logs, nnishod in the
interior in beautiful hard-oil finish,
stands in tlie midst of acres of
grassy woodland and rich fields un
der cultivation and is, indeed, pic
turesque and most appropriate to
this charming setting. Inside, the
great beams and heavy iron bolts
and girders add to the unique and
substantial appearance of the rustic
domicile. A porch overlooks the
river flowing in .front of the
grounds, where one sees a small
pleasure boat in which Mrs. Gould’s
visitors often enjoy a row on the
smooth water.
Later on tlie clever and hospitable
chatelaine of this interesting place,
intends to purchase a steam launch
to contribute to the pleasure of her
guests, since she expects, during tho
winter, to entertain many of her nor
thern friends /as well as the many
friends she lias won during her stay
in the south.
By next spring the grounds about
the house will be transformed into a
veritable paradise of greenery and
flowers. Mrs. Gould’s energy and ex
ecutive ability insuring quick results
from all the planning and prepara
tions now going on under her super
vision. All sorts of trees, shrubs
and foliage plants are to be planted
this fall, and every flower that can
lie induced to grow ami blossom in
Glynn county, soil will soon add to
the charms of Avoca Villa.
per cent. Wouldn't you like to look
through our store? You're welcome.
C. JVIeGARVEY,
316 Newcastle Street.
AT
312 NEWCASTLE STREET,
YOU WILL FIND THE NEW
CONCENTRATED MALTED
FOOD, MALTA-VITA.
THOMAS KEANY,
’Phone 11. 312 Necastle.
The Only Guaranteed Kidney Cure.
is Smi—'s Suie Kidney Cure. Your
druggist will refund your money if
after taking one bottle you are not
satisfied with results. 50 cents.
ROB ROY FLOUR IS TnE BEST.
Notice.
I beg to announce to my friends and
the public that 1 have removed my
business from Newcastle street' to Og
lethorpe and Bay streets, between
Gloucester and Monk.
I shall be pleased to serve all who
use feed, and can supply them in quan
tities or from one sack or bale to
car loads, to suit any one’s wants, at
tlie lowest possible prices.
Telephone 93. J. M. BURNETT.
SEPTEMBER 14
Situated in Glynn’
county, a few miles*
from Brunswick.
t
Already many acres of the rich
land surrounding the grounds are
under cultivation, and cotton, corn
and upland rice grow here in
perfection. The melons raised on
this plantation this year were the
finest produced in this section.
A fine artesian we., gives a supply
of pure water which is carefully
utilized all over the place.
An interesting feature of mis
model farm is the poultry yard where
Mrs Gould’s fancy, fowls, many of
them prize birds, attract much at
tention. Here one sees in perfect
ion specimens of the Barred Ply-’
mouth Rocks, Brown Leghorn,
Black Minorcas and Partridge Coch
ins-. Two incubators which success
fully hatch broods and broods of
teresting feature. A herd of flue Jer
sey cows will soon be a valuable ad
dition to the live stock on the place.
The furniture,which will be made
to order, will be in thorough keep
ing with the house, and wiii be hand
some, substantial and papropriate.
The portieres and tapestries will also
be decidedly novel and artistic.
Mrs. viou.d is an ideal hostess and
many of her friends here enjoyed
her charming hospitality. To visit
this artistic and attractive place once
insures the desire ,o go again and
Avoca Villa is destined to be a very
popular place socially as wen as one
of the most interesting and beauti
ful suburban homes in the country.
Now that Mrs. Gould has demon
strated so successfully the possibil
ities of the healtnful pine lands around
Brunswltk, the probability is that
many others will follow this piofteer
attempt ant. we shal. see Glynn
county blossom like the wilderness.
•:V®i iWu |
A SINKING FUND
must be provided for the maintenance
Sf some plumbing work. Its original
condition was bad and it is in constant
need of repairs.
If the system is not extensive bet
ter have it pulled out and
MODERN PLUMBINu
sustituted. Our work is ot a htgn
order, and repairs will not be neces
sary until" the first cost lias been made
repaid.
An estimate costs noticing, but
will throw much light on charges.
A. H. BAKER,
205 Gloucester, Street-
Reduced Rates to Birmingham, Ala.
The Southern Railway will sell tick
ets to Birmingham, Ala., and return on
September 14th, 15th and 16th, at
one fare for the round trip.
Tickets good returning until Sept.
27tn. For further information call on,
or address,
C. L. CANDLER, Agent.
Swan's Down flour Is he best.
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