THE SCR ANTON THIBUNE-THURSDAY, JANUARY 2G, 3899.
I The Haunted House. 1
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T was lylnc sli etched at full length
on the long Bofa In tho library. I wai
drowsy afternoon In pprlnp, a I hail
been nslfei. Even after 1 awakened
the sweet diouslneSB of slumber wii
on mc, and I lay for some time with
closed lldn In that thoiiRhtleit, dream
less statp between loep and waklnp.
Suddenly I became aware of a presence
In the room and opened my eyes, ox
liectlns to seo my aunt. Instead I saw
u flash of black before tny eyes, a
Hash that shimmered nnd quavered
llkr superheated air and dlsappeated
while I was blinking my eyes to seo
what It all meant, but 1 wai alone In
tho loom. The thins gave mo a queer
Kensatlon, and I lay quite at'" for srao
minutes, shutting and opening my eyej,
to see- If tho black flash rvppeared.
Hut It did not; there was only a sort
if tlmd feeling back of my eves.
"Malaria," T said icslgnedly, and I
went to look for Amelia to gel her to
make me a lemonade.
I found tho little maid w ate: ins tli
flowers down In tho paved couit. I
leaned over the banister, with my face
in my hands, lazily watching her swab
the dusty aloe, her deft little hands
KllMcnlng like copper wheio the Min
touched their wet brown fingers,
Do sou bellee In ghosts, Amelia''"
1 akcd weatlly.
"Oh, ves, mamzelle," slid the little
'mUd In her pretty French, a she
turned her sacred brown face up to
look at me. "Don't jou?"
' Of ccMrho not," I answered, "but I'm
thirsty, Amelia "
Then she llickcicd the water from,
het coppery lingers and went away to
mix mo the cool drink of lemon and
1lme Julco which no one eould make so
well.
When the little maid was gone Aunt
flllla poked her big white kerchiefed
head from tho kitchen door, nodded at
me a moment and then came tolling
tip th steps.
You been sleep In do llbr'y, ain't you,
honey, she said, when she had wad
dled quite close to me.
"Yes." I answered, wondcrlngly.
"Das it mighty po' place to sleep,
chile," she said.
"Why, Aunty 'Cilia V" I asked.
'"(. as TIb," sln answerd laconlcal
lv nodding her head backward toward
Amelia, who was coming up the steps
behind hei.
"Th Jc-s teliln mamzelle she better
mek you get de fether duster and
bresh de dust oft'n dem bananas and
ilt palm T jou spi Inkles 'em, 'Mella,"
said the old woman as she waddled
aw ay.
All right, Aunt 'Cilia," said the lit
tle maid, as the left me to my lemon
ade and to wondering what the old
woman meant.
Hut whatecr she meant she would
"ot tell me. For days, in the eagerness
of my thoroughly moused curiosity, I
besought tho old woman, and finally
offered to bilbe her If she would tell
till at tho last the poor old thing threw
herhulf down her knees at my feet.
"Don't mek me tell vou, honey chile,"
she said " 'Taint nothln' gwino to hurt
you If dero was I'd tell jou ef It kill
me Hut tain't nothln' 't all gwlne to
hurt ou, only I done been conjured an'
ef I tell de hoodoo would git me. bas
de tiuth honey," and there weie teais
lolling down the old woman's black
theeks.
Of course this served to excite if
fancj all the moie concerning the
shimmering black spot In the library,
and in tho meantime I had a beeond
expeilence of It.
T had told my aunt upon the H:s,t Jay
of our possession that th house we
t iijk was worthy to be haunted. I hae
always wondeiod why my aunt selected
It It was, in many itspects, tho least
lnepos-sesslng ot anv that the agent
showed us, jet to be sine It had n
grandeur about It, a. boit of statelj,
stuccoed, Cieule giandeur that was al
i igether chaiming In our ores that
beheld New Orleans lor the Hist time.
Ml aunt said she selected the house
bfaus-e of Its location, liccau'-u floiu
the upper bakony sbe could see the old
cathedral and lower down the .shipping
whaif, the big Mnoke-puttlng steamers
and oven the led sails of the tiny fish
ing smacks showing theli bright Hire
of color on th In east of the dull watei.
I frankly cunfetft- that tin- ghostly
spot in the librari set me to think
ing that lomanees niiu be ninth bet
tei dreamed than realized, pauieulaily
as 1 lould not speak to no aunt about
It We had come Smith foi her health
and It beianio my constant caiv to
IxOL'p hei fioi kno mj about the hpot.
NnvcithcKbs J s. t mjsu-lf to find
The Death Suntcncc The wretched
prisoner who listens
to the reaaitig or
his death warrant ts
not more surely
doomed than the
man who is threat
ened with dread
consumption and
fails to take tho
riuht method to re
puKe its attack
The child that is
born w Ith a shallow
narrow chest ; the
youth who daily
crouches over an
office desk; the me
chanic who toils in
an atmosnlier nf
dust, and the woman whose household
duties constantly restrict her to the close,
heated atmosphere of her home, all live
under the blighting shadow of consump
tion There is but one sure protection
ngainst this wholesale murderer of men a
sound healthy body, pure, rich, red blood,
and clean, clear breathing organs. Dr.
nlrr.o CnU.H
J .b.wv a ,Mim.Hi II III"
Medical Discovery -
males a man hun. i '' '.'
gry, and re illy hun
gry men an: usually
healthy. But that
isn't the whole bat
tle you may fill a
Move with fuel, and
if the grate is clog,
ged with clinkers
and the chimney
with soot, you will
have no fire The
"Oolden Medical
Discovery" sees
that fuel burns
that the life-giving
elements of the food
are absorbed into the blood, and that new,
healthy tissue are built up in the breath,
ing organs It prevents consumption by
curing all the abnormil conditions which,
if neglected lead up to consumption.
Mrs. Josie K. CUrk, of Kntcrprlse, Shelby Co ,
Mo , writes: "I had despaired of ever getting
well. I had been in bad health for twelve years
Had aches all through me, numb hands, cold
feet, and everything I ate distressed ,tne; bowels
constipated, was very nervous, depressed and
despondent. I have taken sis bottles of Dr.
I'icrce'a Golden Medical Discovery, and my
health is now good "
Constipation disappears while you sleep
i uui take Dr. fierce' Pellets.
rn asm
CZPTl
V i1, jig
out what It meant. I lummaged nil
over the house, In overy crnck and
corner, nnd found mnny secret closets
and hidden springs that I had hither
to been Ignorant of. Hut besides these
not n scrap of manuscript, nothing to
tell of any former history of tho house
or of Inhabitants. One day, however.
when I had about concluded that my
offoits would be In vain, Amelia wna
helping me to arrange some books nnd
magazines In the big. empty wall case
in tho library. Suddenly the little maid
let fall a heaA y volume. The book had
slipped from a pile which she was at
tempting to lay on the shelf, and strik
ing heavily against the back of the
case, opened a secret door, therein
concealed, and dropped with a sort of
broken fall Into the niche behind. It
Is needless to say I lost no time In
searching amid the dust and cobwebi
of the little closet, where I found two
smnll oil pictures and n little plaster
bust. With eager hands I brushed tho
dust from the pictures and taking them
to the light found one to be the poitrnlt
of n delicate, sweet-faced boy with
timid blue eyes and fair hair. Across
the back of the canvas was written:
"Jean, aged ten years." The other pic
ture was of it lad seemingly fifteen or
sixteen years of ago, a handsomo
black-haired, black-eyed boy, whoso
expression I did not like. Tho plaster
cast was the head of a grinning faun,
so stained and dust covered us to be
scarcely reconlzable. Besides the dust
and grime, the faun was further dis
figured by u crack, but poorly patched,
running entirely around the head,
cleaving the light cheek and slanting
downwaid through the mouth, and
dashed squarely across the face so that
It spattered both eyes, was a hldeou3
black ink spot.
Hero at last was a clew to the ms
tery, but what It would lead to I could
not even conjecture. Was it the shim
mering black root that I had seen so
often now, which darted across the
faun's face as I sat It on the high li
brary mantel between the two por
traits? Perhaps It was only a passing
shadow, for borne one had crossed the
threshold.
"Missy, honey, whar'bouts you git
dem things?" said Aunt 'Cilia, as she
entered. "Better put "em back whar
dey come frum, better put 'em back."
By this time the old woman had
reached the fireplace, and blood look
ing up at the picture.
"Po' 'It'll Massa Jean," she said, ca
ressingly, "po" 'll'll lamb."
"Who is the other boy. Aunt 'Cilia?"
I asked.
"Da's Massa Pierre, missy, oT mas
ter's odder gran'son," the old woman
answered, hesitatingly.
"Tell me about them."
"Dere ain't much to tell, missy," she
said, slowly. "I wish dere was mo'.
Dote nln't nothln' 't all but Jesn dat de
ll'll boys uster live here wld ol' mars
ter, an' den when ol marster died he
let' everyt'lng to Pierre an' po' ll'll
Jean nothln'."
"And what has become of the boys,
Aunt 'Cilia?"
"De Lawd only knows, honey," she
said earnestly. "I wish I did. Massa
Pierre he went abioad. an' I 'spect he's
Hvin' dere yet. It's him you lent de
houae from. He's got mo' houses here,
too, what de same agents looks nrter.
But po' little Massa Jean, I wish I
knowed where he Is, po' lamb. I been
tiyin' all deso years to fin' out Ef I
knowed "
The old woman paused abruptly.
If you knew, Aunt 'Ollla," 1 sug
gested "what then?"
"Nothln", hone, nothln'," lemon
strated the old woman hurriedly, as
she left off caressing little Jean's) pic
ture and left the room.
One day late in the summer, with the
little Amelia for company, I was walk
ing along through a. nauow street
above Canal, "up town," as we had
come to call it, following the fashion
of our nelghbois. It was hot and sul
try, with not a breath of air to stir
the dusty leaves that hung limp on
the languoious tiees. Suddenly, on tho
hotel pavement betore me danced the
black spots; then waving and skim
ming it lose and flashed befote my
eyes, blino ng me. 1 staggered anil
would hae fallen, but the little maid
caught me.
A moment later I was on the cool
Inside of the little shop before which
we had been pussing, and a kind faced,
blue eyed, white-haired, old man was
bending over me. feeling my pulse.
"You became faint. Is not so. mad
einoihelle?" he asked gently.
"Yes, it is the heat, I think." I bald.
"Ah, j es, the heat, no doubt," he
said with a bmlle, "and tho malaria."
He gave me something to dilnk,
bomethlug that was very cool mid very
acid, and by nnd by he called a cab
and handed me into It as tenderly c.a
If I had been a child. I glunced back
as him as he stood in the little ofllce
door, and read on the window beside
the sign painted In gilt letters: "Dot -tor
Jean."
When I got home 1 wns stll! very
weak, bo Amelia brought some pillows
and propped me up on the leather couch
In the library, because It was cooler
llieie lato in the afternoon, when
the un crept around that way for a
farewell touch, Hie little maid closed
the blinds, drew back the red tapestry
ruttnlns nnu fanned mo to sleep.
1 must have dozed for borne tlbe, for
suddenly I awoke with a sense of
heaviness und oppression. The black
spots flashed before my eyes, then
shimmering and danced ucrrms the
loom till It rested like a scar, blood
ied ntross the face of tho faun, which
hi another moment fell to the floor
with a luud crash.
I remember to have scieumed und
coered mv faco with my hands, and
then I must have been unconscious for
a long time
When I cume to myself I was In my
own room and the white-haired old
man from the little up-town ofllce was
bending over me. My aunt was there,
too, smiling Joyously to see me coming
'round again, and Aunt 'CJlla was
turning the pillows, while the little
maid fanned.
"You are much better, mademoiselle,
Is it not so?" asked the old man In his
soft French.
"Have I been very 111?" I asked.
"Yes, perhaps, mademoiselle."
"Ixing?"
"Thiee weeks."
"And the black spot do you know
obout It?" I asked,
"You told me while you were III," the
old man answered. "Hut It Is gone
now,"
"Tell me about It," I said.
"It Is a long story, and madcmol
wsllo Is wenk," he Bald gently. "A
story about two boys-, Pierre nnd Jenn,
whoso portrnlts you found In the llttlo
closet, und about a will that was hid
den In the faun's head und which was
not found till that day when mi wero
taken 111."
"I lotncmber," I Interrupted him,
"Tho faun's face was cleft with a blood
red scar."
Tho old man smiled. "The faun's
head had been broken," he said, "und
mended again with wax. The heat of
the sun on that hot afternoon melted
the wax and parted the old cleft."
"Hut the black spot?" I persisted.
"I'd 'a told you 'bout It befor', mis
sey, honey," said Aunt 'Cilia, "ef Massa
Plerte hadn't n' hoodooed me. I know
ed 'bout It 'ca'sa I was here 'fo' it
started, an' I heard folks what lib
here talk 'bout It cber since. Hut
Massa Plerte he hoodooed me, an' l's
skeeied to tell.
"I dunno how It come," the old wo
man went on, "but Mnsser Pierre was
ol' master's favorite. Look lack Mas
ser Joan was too gentle an' good fcr
to please him," and Aunt 'Cilia turned
her eyes humbly to the white-haired
man beside me in u way that set me
thinking.
"So ol' marster mek a will on' lef
everything to Masser Pierre. Masser
Pierre he was nllus bol' nn' reckless,
nn' one day, when I went dere in to
llbr'ry to tele old' marster a cup o' cof
fee, Masser Pierre was dere talkln' to
him nnd axln' him fur money. An'
eomhow or nuther ol'mnrster woudn't
let him hab It, and den Pierre got mad
nn' Jerk up the big ink bottle an' dash
It at lparster's head. It hit him side
de head, den glance an' strlko 'gninst
dat what you call a foun' an' splash
In do face an bleak It open. Don ol
marster rlz up In his wrath an' he tell
Masser Pierre dat he gwlne disinherit
him, an' fur him to leave de house.
'Twarn't long arter dat 'fo' ol' marster
died, and de' very day of tho funeral,
dess ns dey's takln' the corpse out,
Masser Pierre cum walking out or de
llbr'ry nnd shut e do' an' he rub a
hoodoo bag on my face and gin mo the
paper an' tol' ino of I didn't 'stroy It
my flesh would rot an' my bones would
ciumble. Den he rub mo with the hoo
doo bak agin, an' when I come to
mjself he's gone and the folkses was
all gone to de funeial.
"So dat's when I cram de paper In
the faun's head nn' get some wax an'
stick It togedder an' put It away In de
Mil cioaet to keep Master Pierre f'm
llndln It out Prcseniy do lawyers
come an' found' the will where ol mar
ster left anything to Pierre, an' so
he tool: it all an' went away, an ll'll
Jean he was to have nothln', an' the
lawyers sent him off to his ma's kins
folks, an' ol' Mammy 'Cilia what loved
him so, she never heard no ino' f'm
him, po' lamb." And again the old
woman looked at the little man.
"And the paper In the faun's head?"
I asked.
"Wns the second will," exclaimed the
old man, "leaving everytlng to Jean."
"And are you Jean?" I asked.
"And I am Jean," he answered gen
tly; "but you must go to sleep now,
mademoiselle." Philadelphia Times.
TRIALS BY JURYMEN.
Chapter of Amusing1 Stories of tho
'Good Men and True."
From the Loudon Mall.
Although Juries In their collective ca
pacity heem to be the embodiment of
common sense, taken individually they
frequently behave In the stiang3t
manner. The w liter remembers a case
In which the Judge when he came to
bum up noticed that one of the jury
men was missing.
Just as a senreh wus being Instituted
for the delinquent, a juror arose and
said: "My lord, the gentleman has a
sick daughter whose case Is to be diag
nosed at o o'clock today by a celebrated
specialist. Fearing you would not give
him permission, he left the box boon
after the court resumed, leaving his
eidlct with me."
The judge fell back on hearing this,
and It was quite a minute before he
recovered his speech. The counsel, of
couise, wnxed very merry; they had no
leason for anger, as tho adjournment
of the case, of course, meant more fees.
The judge next moinlng fined ths ab
sentee 20, which he could very we!',
afford to pay, as he was living in a
house rated at -00 a year.
Special juries, because they live In
houses rated at not less than 50 a
year In Mldlesex, i.ilsed to 100 for
towns containing less than 20,000 In
habitants, are supposed to possess spe
cial qualifications for tijing case-j In
volving technical nnd Intilcate ifemes.
It may bo so, although personally
most people would fall to bee why the
tenant of a house inted at 110 a year
should not be equally as Intelligent as
the gentleman who happens to live In
a 50 dwelling. Ono thing, how eve-, Is
cleai : Common Jurymen, although
they are not without weaknesses, are
seldom guilty of what might be called
"dow might foolishness"
Not long ngo a special Jmyinaii, to
waid the conclusion of u long trial, was
taken so ill that, after adjouinlu? the
mse for a day, the Judgu dlrectel a
fiesh Juror to be swoiti. It will scarce
l ItH believed that this juryman a few
iii.nulei after he had entered the bn,
Piompted by his colleagues, rose u:,tf
said
' My loid, as 1 lme been In louit all
thtouglt the trial" which was not trio
'and listened nttentUely to all the
eldence, Is it nccssaiy we should
hae It all over again""
"Yes," replied the Judge, 'but jou
were not on oath 'to well und tiuly tiy"
when the evidence was first glen."
On one of these occasions a Juiyman
so lost his temper as to audibly swear.
The writer will never foiget the de
licious way In which Lotd Coleild-.
who was the Judge, and who ul,ays
lose to tho level of such occasions, Bald:
"The tropical fen or ot such language
is so calculated to Impair that cool
Judicial atmospheio so nocessaiy for
the proper administration of the law
that, as a punishment for tampering
with tho legal temperature, I must lino
you 5."
In an Instant the hand ot cveiy oth
er Juryman was In his pocket, and
while his lordship (who was too good
natured to notice bent over his notes
and smiled, the money was subset Ibed
and the fine paid
If the retrial of a case, through the
Indisposition ot a Juror, annoys tho
"twelve good men" It absolutely tenl
fles the witnesses. They are afraid
lest the second edition of their evi
dence should not coriespond with their
first. Tho awe-stricken manner In
which they creep Into the witness box,
evidently under tho Impression that
any trilling discrepancy will be mag
nified Into nn absolute contradiction,
Is ludicrous In tho extreme.
It Is on these occasions that the
worklngman Juior shines, While a
special Jury would probably take no
pains to conceal their Indifference, re
guidlng the whole affair as an "awful
bore," ' the twelvn thirty-pounder?," to
use the words of the late Sir Frank
l-oekwood, "nro nil tho time on tho
flounce "
Tho writer culls to mind nn instance
In which such copious tents were shod
by the plaintiff, who wns In weeds,
whenever the name of her late hus
band wns mentioned, that at lust tho
Judge testily Inquired, "How long has
your husband been dend?"
"Twelve months," was the faltering
reply.
"That's not true, my lord," said a
voice In court. "He's been dend seven
years."
The bereaved lady little thought that
her failure to contrndlct this nssertlon
was probably ono of the reasons why
she lost her case.
Sir Hdward Clarke once told the writ
er that a Juror at the conclusion ot a
case went to him nnd said, "I should
have liked to hnvc glen you a verdict,
Sir Kdwnrd, but tho facts wero too
strong."
A Jury box seems also to be a raro
place for foiming friendships. Tho
writer has frequently seen jurymen
who nt the opening of tho case were all
perfect strangers to each other go off
arm-in-arm nt Its conclusion to dine
together.
OUR NEW NAVAL STATION.
Tho Old Spanish Arsenal of San
Juan, Porto Rico.
Part of tho government property
handed over to the United States, when
Spain evacuated Porto Klco, was tho
old arsenal, as the Spaniards called It,
which Is today occupied by the Ameri
cans at San Juan ns a navy yard. What
the future naval station at this point
will amount to has not vet been an
nounced. When we have absorbed
Porto ltlco's expoits and are supplying
tho greater part of her Imports; when
questions ot money tariffs and govern
ment hnvc been determined; when tho
commercial and political education ot
the pcoplo of this Island is well under
way; when the restless curiosity of
American adventurers Is satisfied and
our people at largo have been told
what Poito Hlco amounts to; and when
tho winter tourist trade is regularly
established when all this has been
done, tho alue of this new possession
ns a naval station will hae been rec
ognized and there will be established
here a navy yard sufficient to meet the
needs of tho location. In the mean
time certain navy officers have been
sent down heie to take official posses
sion of what the Spaniards turned
over.
On tho north side of the Island there
Is tho city of Snn Juan, and reaching
out Into the haibor Is a laige stretch ot
low, made land. This area Is given
over to foundries, gas works, coal
yards, storehouses and the navy yard.
Tho Spanish arsenal wus built many
J ears ago, nnd today, when the addi
tions ate considered, the yard Is a con
fusing collection of thlck-wallod, one
story houses. The ground Is only about
tin eo feet above the level of the bay;
consequently tho houses aie damp and
for the most part musty and ill-smelling;
the sun and air have little chance
to reach the Inner 100ms and passages,
and tho place is oppressive. The
shadows of heavy ttecs and thick
shrubbery nround the commandant's
house give pleasing variety to the
white walls, nnd the 'Human Catholic
chapel on one side of tho small squat e
In tho center of the clump of buildings,
and the curious b Ifry and clock on tho
other, are both picturesque and novel.
The mnln entianco to the yard faces
the north; It Is n large white portal in
the center of a white wall. This portal
holds on high the royal uim of Spain
and Is decorated with the signs of the
Zodiac. Above escutcheon and device
floats the American Hag, brilliant
against the Intense blue sky behind It.
The Spaniards were never known for
hygienic or proper living, and the con
dition of the arsenal when we took
possession was pi oof of that statement.
The place wns filthy. All drains were
choked by the accumulation of years,
and hundieds of cart loads ot dirt had
to be removed before our men could
contemplate living in these quarters.
The Spaninrds never had and sanitary
convenience, wnter and refuse weie al
lowed to sink Into the ground, so th'
earth of the entire yaid can be reganl
ed as polluted. Theie has been ello
fever hero within the hist three eais
and there Is no doubt but that th
place Is today unhealthy.
Much can and Is being done to Im
prove Its condition, the entire place is
being thoroughly cleaned; all lloors aie
being newly cemented, and cracks In
walls aie being sealed up, to pievent
poisonous emanation from the soil un
der tho buildings. A distilling plant
with a dally capacity of 3,000 gallons Is
being erected, until this Is completed
the station will get distilled water
from the collier Caesar, anchored in
the haibor. Sleeping quutters for for
ty marines aie laid with board floois,
twelve Inches nbove the new cement,
so that fresh air enn circulate freely
under the boaids The commandant's
house, w hlch Is In better condition than
any other building In the yard. Is now
used as olfWes by the American occu
pants. Looking for That Find.
He (de-pt ratcly) Tell me tho tiuiii.
Is It not my poverty that stands between
UB?
She (adl) Ye.
lie (with a lay of hop) I admit 1 urn
poor, but 1 havo an aged undo who Is
very ilch und a bachelor. He Is an In
valid, and cannot long survive.
She How kind and thoughtful jou are!
Will yuu introduce ino to him? Vanity
I'alr
A PERSIAN DEGEND.
A Hindoo mothers only child was dead,
And, wild with griet, and ull unrecon
ciled, Pho sought tho piophet, wecpliu as stio
plead.
"O give me bick again my only child!"
"On bilng to me some rice," tho prophet
said
X.onf. lokid ho In her ees so t.ndti'v
"Fiom somo homo death has never en-
tcitd
And I restore thy precious child to ihte!
What wistful eagerness within iicr ejej
As forth sho went, cugiossid iu her one
quest!
"Are ou nil heio mound tho hearth?"
fho cries
At many a homo, where she. h welcome
gut st,
Found food und shelter. "Are you all,
ull hero?
Aro theio none missing?" but 'twas all
In vain.
"Alas!" tho cried, "ono Is not who was
here,"
Or answered but with ono greut sob of
pntn.
Humbled nt length, she sought the proph
et's door,
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Public confidence was secure and our patrons found awaiting them the
GREATEST BARGAINS ever KNOWN to civilization.
This FRIDAY shall be even BETTER. GOODS practically GIVEN' AWAY by
us. Not a SINGLE PROFIT on any item. MANY THINGS at LESS THAN
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STRONG ASSERTIONS say you. HONEST FACTS say we. To prove it
come on Friday. It will COST YOU NOTHING. It will SAVE YOU DOLLARS.
And you'll come to know that JONAS LONG'S SONS' FRIDAY SALES are the BIG
EVENTS IN STOREDOM.
Safes
Want to give everyone an equal chance in town and out of town. After 10
all you may want until closing time.
200 pairs Women's $1.50 and $1.25 Shoes Friday price, 79c.
Women's genuine Dongola Lace and Button Shoes, made on the new coin, square nnd common-sense
toe, heel and spring heel; sole leather soles heavy and light Sizes, 2xi to 8; widths fi
and EE. Friday only, 79c
Alen's Fancy Sweaters That are Worth 75c Friday price, 39c.
Made with laced front and rolled collar, very nicely finished. These Sweaters come in colors
of navy blue, black and garnet. They are equal to any ever offered at 75 cents; never sold by us under
;o cents. Friday only, 39
Women Fuli Regular Hade 25-cent Hose Friday price, 15c.
Twelve hundred and eighteen pairs Women's Fine Regular made Fast Black Hose, with
double soles and high spliced heels. At no time and under no circumstances have their equal been
sold under 25" cents a pair. Friday only 15c
Boys' and Misses' Fine 25-cent Underwear Friday price, 12J.
There are fifty dozen Misses Jersey Ribbed Vests in the lot all of them fleeced line. Then
there are 6s dozen Boys' Natural Grey Shirts and Drawers. None of them ever sold under a quarter.
Friday only 12 i2c.
20-cent Window Shades, Friday 10c $1.25 Lace Curtains, 75c pair.
Two big items on the third floor. The Window Shades are of the best Felt Paper on good
oilers, tiimmed with pietty fringe. Complete with slat and fixtures, Friday only. 10c. The Lace
v.urtains are ol genuine double thread Scotch Guipure in handsome scroll designs; would be a tremen
ious bargain at $1.25. Complete with pole and fixtures, 75c pair.
3,000 Yards of Fine 10-cent Curtain Swiss Friday price, 5c.
An immense purchase from the manufacturer direct, gives to you this great bargain in Swiss
two patterns to choose from. Other dealers pay for equal quality 7c yard. Our regular puce S cents.
Fnday only, 5c yard.
1,000 Paper Novels published at 25 cents Friday price, 2c.
One thousand no more, no less. Titles .uc by Laura Jean Libbey, Charlotte M. Biaeme,
Charles Garvice, J. M. Barrie and one hundred others. Always sold by us at sc, 7c and 10c big
bargains then. Friday only, 2c.
800 Pairs Boys' Knee Pants, worth 50c pair Friday price, 25c.
Fine Worsted Knee Pants lor boys from 5 to m years ol age. Extra well made and finished.
Mont stores would charge 09c for them legularly. Heie oidmaiily they'd be 41) cents cheap at that.
Friday only, 25c.
Irish Point Pillow Shams and Bureau Scarfs Friday price, 33c.
These come in exquisite cut-out and open-work patterns, and are absolutely worth and never
sold under 50 cents each. Friday only, 33c
1200 White Marseilles Towels, worth 10c Friday price, 5Jc.
file biggest towel bargain of the year. White Marseilles Towels, extta laige size and finely
finished. Always 10c. Fiiday only, 5 i2c.
100 Pieces Fine Quality Light Percales Friday price, 434c yd.
These aie exquisite patterns the season's very newest styles. Full 16 inches wide, and nosi-
tively worth 10c yard. Friday
Women's Fine Calico Wrappers ; always 69c Friday price, 49c.
Fine quality Calico Wrappers, in handsome scroll designs of white on ied and blue grounds.
Handsomely embioidered and rulfled. You've never bought Wrappers ol equal worth under 00. cents.
Friday only, .joe
Fine Flint Drinking Glasses ; always 4c -Friday price, lc.
Four thousand of them to go Friday. Of line flint, and the kind that you've often bought as
bargains at 4c each. Friday only ic.
Other Kitchen Things, worth up to 19c Friday price, 9c.
In this lot are io-quart heavy retinncd Dish Pans that always sell for 19 cents. Then there are
heavy Wood-fibre Pails, with three lims, that are woith ioc. Also 8-qiurt Tin Pails with wood
handles. Friday only, 9c.
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