THE SCRAXTOX TRIBUNE- 3COXDAY MORNING. FEBRUARY 10, 1S!)0.
nn
ALF
FIVE HUNDRED MEN'S FINE SUI
Which we sold for $15, SIS, $20 and '$22 we are now closing out for
e
SALE
SJO.OO
EACH
so.
They consist of Single and Double Breasted Sack Suits, Cutaways and Frocks in fine worsteds, cassimeres
and cheviots. We have too large a stock and must reduce it now. This sale Is FOR CASH ONLY. We
want money.
RED
BOYS' SUIT
THREE HUND
Ages 14 to 19 years, fine suits, former prices $8, $10 and $12, all go now for one price of $5.00 each. FOR
CASH ONLY. ; : ;
TWO HUNDRED CHILDREN'S SUITS
Go at $2.00 each, CASH. Formerly sold for $3, $4, $4.50 and $5. This is deep cut and far below the cost of
the suits and they should move quickly. That is whv we have put these prices on: We need the room for
spring goods. We also want the money.
OLLM
&
HAC
GCETT
Clothiers, Hatters and Furnishers
220 Lackawanna Avenue
ematis
JOTownsencIj
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Copyright, 189, by Bnch.ller, Johnson and Bichelleit
PART I.
The sun had Just sunk behind the dis
tant horizon-line of the prairie. The
homely, irregular ranrh-houxe, the lung
low sheds, the sheep corral, the sunken
straw stack and the wide stretrhinir
prairie were Ingulfed In waves of glori
ous purple. In the distance was seen
the large herd of sheep, followed by the
herder and his dogs slow moving
spots of gorgeous color.
Standing hear the ranch-house was a
girl, with a face so pretty wlthall that
Titian would have loved to paint It,
there were so much warmth and color
In It. Clad In a neat-flttlng gown of
some light color, her full and graceful
figure made a brave sllhoutte against
the dark side of the house.
A handsome man stood beside her.
He was nearly thirty years of oge. dark
of face, eyes and hair. He was plead
ing with the girl to be his wife, with
the rude and simple eloquence of sin
cerity, "But I have loved you, sonnrlta, ever
scence you were so high," measuring
the height with a gesture of the hand,
"and now you have come so tall and
beautiful, I cannot keep my speech."
"But you would not wish me to
marry you, unless I loved you, Lon,"
. said the girl, surprised at the persist
ence of the man.
"Can you not live me a little, senor
lta," replied the man with a passion
ate hunger in his eyes.
"A sister's affection: yes, Lon I can
give you that."
"I want not a' sister's feeling." said
the man, with angry but eloquent ges
ture "It Is not the loaf I ask, only one
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little crumb," his tender manner re
turning. "But suppose, Lon, there was some
one else?"
The girl determined to treat him with
simple candor, though her cheeks
flushed with the revelation of her se
cret. "Ah!" said the man with a deep res
piration. "Ees it the Senor Alfred?"
"Yes. It's Alph," said the girl, blush
ing divinely, her eyes upon the ground.
But when she raised here eyes the
girt noticed that his dark face grew
ashen in color. There was an expres
sion In his fa';e she had never seen be
fore; and hU hand grasped nervously
the handle of his revolver at his side.
"You would not shoot a woman! You
would net shoot ine, Lon?"
She put her hand on his arm and
looked him bravely in the eye. Never
was she so beautiful as she stood there.
X
-."You tt otild Not Shoot Me. I on."
her exquisite little head thrown back,
her lurge dark eyes Hushing her cour
age and her scorn.
"No, sennrlta. I cannot shoot you. I
could die for you."
The man's voice grew low and ten
der, and the deen yearning came back
Into his eyes. V
"But you'll not shoot A!rh. will you,
Lon? Promise me you will not."
A great fear itesHeJ her. She was
all woman now.
The look of hate frlfamed apaln In his
eyes us the man laughed loudly and
unnaturally.
"Do not yon be frightened, I will not
shoot the senor."
"Oh! Lon, I love him so. Do not
hurt him for my take."
The man's glance softened a little
with her pleading.
"Let not fear be In your heart, se
noritu," said the man again, "but
strength seems not mine any more."
The herd having now come up with
tumultuous bleating, the man turned
and walked slowly away Into the Illu
minated M'ulrle. The girl noticed a
look In his face as If h were aching
and his tall form seemed to stoop and
totter.
Alonsio Memlico had come to this
Kansas ranch several years before the
time of the meeting, with a gang of
shearers from New Mexico. Of his for
mer history little was known. In
point of education he was sunerlor tt
his fellows. He remained on the ranch
a good part of the year, sometimes
working- with vehemence, at other
times he spent weeks In idling or
dreaming. It occasioned no surprise
when he came or went, for he came and
disappeared without warning. He was
unusually good natured, and his anger
was slow in coming, but when it did
come, his Spanish blood manifested It
self in tirolonged sullen and revenge
ful moods. So, while not quarrelsome.
It came to be considered prudent not tn
make an enemy of Lon.
It was observed that Lnn was ex
tremely fond of Clematis, the only
daughter of Mr. Knowiton the owner
of the sheep ranch; but as ho wns
but n. child when he flrt came to the
ranch, and be nearly twice her age,
nothing wns thought of It by the fami
ly. Often Lon used to say to Clem, as
they all called her. In his polite Span
ish way:
"You shall be my wife some day, se
norlta." Clem would reply laughingly: "If my
hero does not come along 1 will. Lon."
But suddenly there had come to Cle
matis Knowiton that marvelous trans
formation Into the fullness of woman
hood; the prairie flower had bloomed
into wondrous beauty, and with that
transition Clem found that her hero
had come and she gave herself to him,
with all the confidence of her young
and ardent nature.
The declaration that Alonzo Memlico
made came to her with surprise and
pain.
She had never thought of him as a
lover, and the manifestation of his pas
sion filled the breast of the lovely girl
with strange forebodings. She knew
something of his sullen and revengeful
nature. That hiunh of Lon's when he
promised not to shoot Alph stiu rang
In her ears with a hortlble dissonance.
She determined to walk out on the
prairie, for it was not quite dark, to
meet her lover, whom she wus that
evening expect Inp. The solemnity und
grayness that fell u:on the wide ex
putise of rairie corresponded to the
vague feeling of trouble that possessed
her. Sh felt that she must a, once
Inform Alph of the danger that threat
ened him.
Alfred Lons was a young man who
had come from Ohio several years be
fore to rroko his fortune on a Kansas
ranch. He hud commenced with a lit
tle tlock of hee:. and by Industry and
good management his herd had Krown,
until he wns on of the largest llock
masters In the country. There was that
about Alfred ijor.'X mat marked him
for manliness and honor. lie wan mod
est, quiet, brave, and possessed the con
fidence of his neighbors In an unusual
degree. His ranch was near thnt of Mr.
Knowiton. so that he early met Cle
matis and naturally fell In love with
her, and in the Inst few months they
had plighted troth to each other, but
their engagement wns not known out
side of the family cf the Knowltons.
Clem snw a black siieck moving
swiftly hIoiht the prairie. She walked
towards It. und soon found It resolve It
self into Al:h 0:1 Ms iiijr, who was
hastening to kreji Ma tryst. He threw
himself from the :iny. and. the lowers
Were lu'tach others arms. ' .
"Why, darling, what makes you
tremble ao.
"O, Alph! I'm so .afraid for you."
flhe kissed him passionately.
" Trald for me? What Is It sweet
heart?"
"It's Lon. He told me he loved me,
and I can't forget the hute I saw In his
eyes when I told him I was going to
marry you, Alph," mild the girl, sob
bing and shivering1.
. "Now, don't don't, little one. Lon
will get over this," said Alph, kUsing
her tears away.
"Would you get over It, Alph?" said
Clem, archly, smiling through the radi
ant drop.
"Heavens! Clem, If you put It that
way but I' not afraid. I'll make it all
right with Lon."
They had now reached the ranch,
and Alph, throwing the rein of the pony
over a post, went with Clem into the
house.
But another eye had seen this meet
ing on the prairie, and Lon shook with
rtge as he saw the tender embrace.
"Curse ye, curse ye," he hissed "you
sneaking wolf, come to steal my pretty
lamb."
In the morning Clem found that Lon
had gone away without warning, but
her fathr said he would be back for
the shearing. The girl was relieved
by his absence, but could not entirely
quell the haunting dread that oppressed
her.
-- T, ', 1
"Yon Sneaking Wolf. Com to Steal M
I'rcttv l.omM"
The time soon came for the shearing
or the herd, and the gang of shearers
was at work. There was heard the
"click." "click of the swiu moving
shears intermingled with the bleating
of the lambs separated from their moth- !
crs. Lon had rotne back, and was work- :
ing busily, albeit -it was noticed how .
somber and gloomy he looked. t
"Yer'd think Lon'd lost his lust friend j
on 'nrth," said one of the .hearers.
"Uuess his gal's gave him the grand
bounce." chuckled another.
To their good-natured sallies Lon
made little reply, only clipped on the ,
faster.
Alph was also among the shearers,
as he had clipped his own Mock early, .
and there was no faster shearer, no one '
more popular than the young Ohloan.
During the week of the slipnring Clem ,
was accosted by an old man. a herder,
who had been for many "ears on the ,
rarcb.
"What Is It. .Tot?" a hp saw he had
something to ray to her.
"Clem," the old pnn gave an embar
rassed cough, for he had guesseii her
secret: "I don't wnnt to make you on- .
easy, but 1 don't like the look o' Icon's I
face, when his eyes Is 011 Alph. It
kinder makes me grow cold!" I
"Oli!. Joe, you'll watch blm. You'll
not let him hurt Alph. will you?" said
Clem, pleadingly, all her fears return
ing. "I'll keep my eyes on him when I's
'round, but the surplnt may bite in the
dark."
"Oh! Joe. I've that feeling, too that
Lon may strike Alph In some unguard
eti hour. Oh! what shall we do?" said
Clem, sobbing.
"Don't cry, Clem. Ef old Joe doesn't
keep his eye ueeled, it's cause he's
sleepln'."
One night, shortly after this conver
satlon. Clem was sitting at the window
in her little room, her heart filled with
strange and Indefinable forebodings.
She had blown out the lamp and all
was silent In the house, when sud
denly she heard a footfall on the
)rairle outside. Her eye, at the same
time, caught sight of a figure which in
stantly disappeared in the shadows.
Somehow she felt It was Lon, and that
he wan going in the direction of Alph's
ranch. To put on her hat. place her
revolver In the pocket of her dark gown
(for Clem was an expert shot) and
stal softly out of the house was
quickly done. Her determination was to
follow the retreating figure and find
his destination. Softly calling her
faithful dog Jack, she followed on the
trail of the man who had disappeared.
There was no moon, but the stars
were unusually brilliant. Far off
glowed a great red planet glittering
like a Jewel on the bosom of the night.
The air was sweet with the faint per
fume of the spring flowers. The
silence was weird and oppressive, save
when broken by the cry of the coyote,
the bleating of a sheep, or he call of
a disturbed bird. But Clem, a child of
the nralrle. was not afraid for herself,
but felt slek at heart as she thought of
the danger that threatened her beloved.
Walking rapidly but noiselessly, with
a whisper of quiet to Jack, she had not
grjne more than half a mile when she
oam In siiht of the figure moving be
fore her.
(To Be Concluded.)
THREE YOUN PARISIANS.
One day. three friends were walking
on the-Boulevards of Paris. All three
were young, and all three were poor.
"Should 1 not like a good breakfast?"
said one.
"I should like any breakfast." said
another, "even If not very good."
"And 1 also.the most simple of break
fasts, so long as It was a breakfast."
"Hw much must It cost?" asks the
firpt speaker.
"Two dollars at least," says number
two.
"I've got an Idea; come along," says
number three. And all three went to
a well-known publisher of music. "Sir."
said the young mun with the Idea, "we
have come to ask you to buy a song, of
which this gentleman has written the
muwic. and thnt gentleman the words,
and as I am the only one of the three
who has a voice. I will sing it to you."
The publisher made a wry face, but
h aald, "Sing and I will see." Then
the young man song.
"It is a very simple ditty." said the
publisher, "but as I want a lot of songs
for a Cafe Chantant, which is going to
open, I will buy It. and give you three
dollars for It, a dollar apiece."
The three frlendB looked at each
rthcr. They did not expect so much.
Tliry held out their bends, took the
n?orVy. and left the manuscript in the
rulifbcrs hand In exchange. And
with thope three dollars they went to
brr! f:st like three princes of Bohemia
ns tLey were. Nov. the composer of
the ivtiVle was Marlrjoya. the author of
the vpi 1f. Alfred I.V Musset. and the
ittfrcr. I.'u pre r!
As fer the song it took all Paris, and
from the Cafe Clnyitant. It went to .the
theater and to every aristocratic salon
In Tails. The publisher made $10,000
ty this song. Whether he ever made
an extra present to the three friends
history sayeth not. but two of them, at
least, lived to be famous. Footlights.
pllli
(AOTION
TO our patrons:
Wushburn Crosby Co. wish to assure their many pat
rona that they will this year hold to their usual ciwiota
of milling STRICTLY OLD WHEAT until the new cros
la fully cured. New wheat is now upon the market, and
owing to the excessively dry weather many millers are
of the opinion that It is already cured, and In proper
condition for milling. Washburn-Crosby Co. will take
no risks, and will allow the new wheat fully three
months to mature before grinding.
Tliis careful attention to every detail of milling
piaceu wuinburaH.rMDy 10. nour iar a dot
brands. .
EJEGARGEL
GONNELL
Wholesale Agents.
IROS AND STEEL
Bolts, Nuts, Bolt Ends, Turnbuckles, Washers, Riv
ets, Horse Nails, Files, Taps, Dies, Tools and Sup
plies. Sail Duck, for mine use in stock.
SOFT STEEL HORSE SHOES
and a full stock of Wagon Makers' Supplies, Wheels,
Hubs, Rims, Spokes, Shafts, Poles, Bows, etc.
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