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Uncle Terry
... By...
CHAKLES CLARK MUNN
Copyright, 1000, by L?o A 8hoi>?rd
AT weck afterwflrd, and early ono
bright morning, tho CJypsy, with
skipper, crew und n pnrty of eight
Jolly young men on board, jailed out
of Boston and that night dropped
unehor under tho leo of an island In
Casco bay. She remalued thero one
full day and tho next ran to Booth
bay and found shelter in a landlocked
cove forming part of the coast lino
of Southport island. It was after din
ner next day, and while tho rest of
tho party were either piaylug cards or
napping in hammocks under tho awn
ing, that Albert Page took ono of the
boats, his pipe and sketchbook and
rowed down the coast a mile to an In
let he had noticed the day before. Tho
enter point of this was formed by ft
bold cliff that lie desired to sketch, and
pulling the boat well up behind tho
inner point, tying tho painter to a
rock and taking tho cushions} along,
he found a shady spot and sat down.
Tho sloping rock bo selected for a
seat was a little damp, but he thought
UOthlug of It, and lighting his pipe be
gan sketching.
He worked for an hour putting tho
weed draped rocks and long swells
that broke over them Into his book,
and then, lulled perhaps by the monot
onous rhythm of the ocean, lay back
on the cushions and fell asleep. The
next lie knew he was nwakened by a
cold sensation and found the tide had
risen until it wet his feet, nastily
getting up, he took tho cushions and
returned to where ho had loft the boat,
only to find it had disappeared. Tho
rising tide had lifted the boat and
painter from the rocks, and it was
nowhere to be seen.
"There must be some road back up
on the Island," he thought, "that will
lead mo near tho cove where the
Gypsy is," and, still retaining tho
cushions, ho started to find It. But
ho was a stranger to Southport Islaud,
and the farther away from the sea ho
got the thicker grew the tangle of
scrub spruce and briers. It was too
thick to see anywhere, and after a
half hour of desperate scrambling the
afternoon sun began to t-eeni about due
east. He had long stneo dropped the
cushions, and finally, In sheer exhaus
tion, ho sat down on a rock to collect
himself.
"It looks as though I'm billed to stay
here all night," be thought a.s be noted
1 lie lowering sun. "and nobody knows
how much longer! There must be a
road somewhere, though, and I'm go
ing to 0ml it If the light lasts long
enough."
He started once more and had not'
gone ten rods ere he came to o:ie, and
then ho breathed easier. Iiis elothoa
were torn, his hands ami fuco scratch*
cd by briers, and i > save himself he
couldn't make it seem but that the :<-.iu
wob setting Hi tlio vast, lie sat down
to i IM nil. All Bouud of the oceau was
gone, and a stillness that 6cemed to
crawl out of the thlckot was around
him. Ho rested a few moments more
uud then suddenly heard the sound of
wheels and presently saw, coming
nrouud the curve, an old fashioned
carryall, worn and muddy, and, driv
ing the horse at a jog trot, a man as
dilapidated looking as the vehicle.
Gladdened at the sight, ho aroso and,
holding up his baud as a signal, halted
the team. "Excuao mo. sir," ho said
to the man, who eyed him curiously,
"but will you tell mo whore I nmt"
"Waal," was tho answer in a slow
drawl, "ye're on Southport island an'
'bout four miles from tho jumpln' off
place. Wbar might yo be goln'? Ye
looked bushed."
"I am," answered Page, "and badly
bushed too. I lost my boat over back
hero on the shoro and bavo had a
cheerful time among tho Mohawk
briers. I belong to a yacht that is
anchored in a cove of this island, I
can't tell where, and if you will tak*
me to her I'll pay you well."
The man in tho wagon laughed.
"Say, stranger," he observed with a
chucklo, "you 'mind mo o' the feller
that got full an' wandered round for
a spell till.ho fetched up to a houso
3n' sed to tho man that cum to the
oor, 'If you will tell mo who I am or
wbar I am or whar I want tor go I'll
give yo a dollar.'"
Pago had to lough in splto of his
plight, for tho humorous twinkle In
the old man's eyes as he uttored his
Joko was Infectious.
: "I'd like tor 'commodato ye," ho add
ed, '.'but as I'm carrylu' Uncle Sam's
mall an' must git homo an' tend tho
light, an' as ye don't know whar yo
.want tor go, ye beet jump in an' go
down to Saint's Rest, whar I live, an'
in the mornin* wo'll try an' hunt up
yor boat."
It seomed tho only thing to do, and
Albert availed himself of tho chance.
"Can you tell tho spot whero you
found me?" ho said to tho man as thoy
started on. "I'd llko to go bock thero
tomorrow and find my cushions."
"Waal," was tho answer, "as I'vo
druv over this road twice a day for
nigh on to thirty year, I'm tolerablo
familiar with It. My name's Terry,
an' I'm keeper o' tho light at tho Capo
an* carry the mall to sorter pieco out
on. Who might ye be?"
"My name's Page, aud I'm from Bos
ton, and a lawyer by profession," re
plied Albert.
Uncle Terry eyed him rather sharply.
"I wouldn't 'a' took yo for one," he
said. "Yo look too honest. I ain't
much stuck on lawyursV' he added with
a chucklo. "I've had 'sperenee with
'om. One of 'em sold mo a hole in the
ground onct, an' it cost me the hull o'
twenty years' savin's! Ye'll 'scuso
me fer boln' blunt -It's my natur."
"Oh, I don't mind," responded Al
bert laughingly. "But you mustn't
judge us all by one rascal."
They drove on, and as they Jogged
up and down tho sharp hills he caught
Bight here and there of the ocean, and
alongside tho road, which consisted of
two ruts, a path and two grass grown
ridges, ho saw wild roses in endless
profusion. On either hand was an in
terminable thicket. In the little val
leys grew masses of rank ferns and
on the ridges, Interspersed between
tho wild rones, Clustern of red bunch
berrles. Tho sun was almost down
wlion tljey reached tho top of a long
hill and he saw nt Its foot a small hnr
bor conuected with tho ocean by a mir
row Inlet end around It a dozen or
more brown houses. Beyond was a
t a hi;If of rocks and, rlslug above them,
the top of a white lighthouse. Uncle
Terry, who bad kept up a running Uro
of questions all the time, baited tho
horse and Bald;
"Ye can now take ycr first look nt
Saint's Kost, otherwise known ns the
Cnpe. We ketch some lobsters an' fish
here an' bev prayer meetln's once a
week."
Then he chirruped to the horse, and
thoy rattled down the hill to a small
store, whore he loft a mail pouch and
then followed a winding road between
the scattered houses and out to tho
point, where stood a neat white dwell
ing eloso be ildo n lighthouse.
"I'll take ye into tho house," said Un
ele Terry na tho two alighted, "an' toll
the wimmln folks to put on an extra
! late, an' I'll put up the boss."
"I'm afraid I'm putting your family
to some lueoiivenlonco," responded Al
bert, "and as it is not dark yet I will
alk out on t'.:-< point. 1 may see tho
yacht nnd save you nil trouble."
The sun. a ball of I've, was almost at
tho horizon, the sea ail around lay an
uurttfl'ed expanse of dark blue, undu
lating wlU) the ground swells that
caught t'.;c red glow of the sinking bup
as they caiuo in and broke upon the
rocks. Albert walked en to the highest
of the there rockj and looked about.
There was no sign of tho Clypsy, and
only one boat was visible, and that a
dory rowed by a man standing upright.
Over the still waters Albeit could de
tect tho measured stroke of bis oars.
That and the low rumble of the ground
swells, breaking almost at his feet,
were the only sounds. It was like a
dream of solitudes far removed from
the world nnd all Its ellstracllona. For
O fow moments ho ste>od contemplating
the ocean ullght with the setting sun's
reel glow, the gray rocks nt his feet anel
tho tall whlto Ughthouso toworlng
above him, and tbon started around tho
point. Ho bad not taken ten steps
when he saw the flguro of a girl lean
ing against a rock and watching tho
sotting sun. Ono elbow was resting on
tho rock, her face reposing in her open
hand and fingers half hid in the thick
masses of hair that shone in the sun
light like burulshed gold. A broael sun
hat lay on tho rock, and the dellcato
profile of her faco was sharply outlined
against the western sky.
She had not beard Albert's steps, but
stood there unconscious of his scrutiny.
Ho noted the classic contour of her fea
tures, the delicate oval of her lips and
chin, nnd his artist eye elwelt upon and
admired her rounded bosom and per
fect shoulders. Had sho posed for a
picture she could not have chosen a bet
ter position, and was so alluring nnd
withal so sweet and unconscious that
for a moment he forgot all else, even
his own rudeness In standing thero anel
staring at her. Then he recovered him
self and, turning, softly retraced his
steps so as not to disturb her. Who
she was he had no ielca and was still
wondering when he met Uncle Tony,
who at once invited him into the house.
"This 'ore's Mr. Pago, Llssy," he said
as they entered and met a stout, elder
ly and gray haired woman. "I found
Ulm up tho road a spell an' wantin' to |
know whar he was."
Albert bowed.
"I urn sorry to Intrude," ho said, "but
I hud lost my boat and all points of the
compass when your husband kindly
took mo In charge."
Being offered, a chair, Albert sat
down and was left alono. He surveyed
tho plainly furnished sitting room, with
open llrepluce, a many colored rag ear
pet on the flour, old fashioned chairs
and dozens of pictures on tho walls.
They caught his eye at onco, mainly
because of tho oddity of tho frames,
which were evidently homemade, and
then a door was opened, and ?ncle Ter
ry invited him into a lighted room
whero a table was set. Tho elderly
lady was standing at oue end of it and
beside hor a youngor one, and as Al
bert entorcd he hoard Undo Terry say,
"This Is our gal Tolly, Mr. Page," and
ns be bowed ho nuw, garbed in spotless
white, tho girl ho bad seen leaning
against tho rock and watching tho son
sot.
CHAPTER XX.
HE appealing yet wondering
glance that. Albert Page met
as ho bowed to the girl stand
ing beside tho table that even
ing was ono he never nftorword forgot
It was only one, for after that and dur
ing the ontlro meal nor blue eyes were
kept veiled by their long lashes or mod
estly directed elsewhere.
"It's a charming spot down bore," be
remarked soon after tho meal began,
"and so hidden that It Is a surprbeo. I
noticed tho light as wo came in, but
did not boo the villago."
"Waal, ye didn't guas airvthlng/' re
sponded his host, "Nono o'the homes
uro much for style, an' inebbo ttfte lucky
they're hid behind tho rock*/"
"I thought them Quaint and comfort
able," observed Albert, "but what an
odd name you have, for tho place!
Why do you call it ?alntVAestt*
"Chiefly 'causo nono o' tho people
have any chance tp become sinners, X
reckon," was tho answer. "It's a trifle
louesomo in tho winter, though."
"I suppose fishing Is your principal
occupation hero," continued' Albert
seeing thai sentiment was not consid
ered by Uncle Terry. "Your land does
not seem udapted for cultivation."
"There ain't much chance for tllllp'"
he replied. "Tho land's wuss*n wbar
I was bruug up, down hi Connecticut,
ah' thar wo had tor round up the sheop
once a week an' sharpen thar noses on
the grlu'stuu! Wo manago ter raise
'nough ter eat, though."
When tho meal was over Uncle?Terry
said: "It's nice an' cool out on the
rocks, an' thar*s some seats put thar.
If yo enjoy Gm?kln' we best go out
while tho wimmln are doin' tho
dishes."
The moon that Frank, had; planned
to use was Hearing its full and high
overhead, and as tho two men sought
congeniality iu tobacco oujt on that
louesomo polut Albprt couldfmot ..curb
his admiration for the ftceno. Ills of
fer of a cigar to his hosthadtybeen ac
cepted, and as that quaint man sat
quietly enjoying an od?r and"; .flavor he
was unaccustomed to AlbertaVd;
"This experience has been hieurprise
to me from tho moment I.mexiyou. I
had an ugly hour's scramble gwef .the
noons nuo trirougn A tangle of scrub
spruce and briers until I was utterly
lost and believed tbls Jslaud an im
passable wilderness. Then you como
along and brought mo to ono of tho
most beautiful spots I over saw. I
should like to stay hero all summer
and do notblug but look at tbls mag
nificent ocean view and sketch theso
bold shores."
"Do you paint plcturs too?" queried
Uncle Terr/( Hiuiueniy Interested.
"Tolly's daft on doln* that, an' Is at
It all tho time she can git." Then ho
added with a slight reflection Of pride,
"Mobbe ye noticed somo o' her plcturs
In the slttln' room 7"
"I saw a lot of pictures there," an
swered Albert, "but it was too dark to
see them well. . I should like to look at
them in the morning."
"Yo'll hov plenty o' time," was tho
reply, "I must pull my lobster traps
fust, an' after that I'll take yo in my
dory an' we'll go an' find yor boat. I
guess she must be lyln' in Seal cove,
tho, only oponln' 'twlxt bore an' tho
head she'd bo likely ter run Into."
"And so your daughter is an artist,
is she?" asked Albert, indifferent now
as to where tho Gypsy was or when
ho was likely to return to her. "Has
she ever taken lessons?"
"No, It comes nat'ral to her," ropllcd
Uncle Terry; "she showed the bent o'
her mind 'fore she was ten years old,
an' she's pestered me ever since ter git
her canvas an' paints an' sich. Hut
then, I'm wlllln' ter," be added In a
tender tone. Tolly's a good girl, an'
Llssy an' me set great store by her.
She's all we've got in the world." Then
pointing to a small white stone Just to
tho right of where they were, he
added, "Thar's whar the othor one's
been lnyln' fer mor'n twenty years."
"This ono has grown to bo n very
beautiful girl," said Albert quietly,
"and you have reason to bo proud of
her."
Uncle Terry made no reply, hut
seemed lost Ju a reverie, and Albert
slowly puffed his cigar nnd looked out
on the ocean nnd along the ever widen
ing path of moonlight. He wished
that this fair ghi, so quaintly spoken
of, were there beside him, thnt he
might talk to her about her art. How
It could bo managed nnd what excuse
to give for remaining longer than the
morrow he could not see. lie looked
toward tho house, white*'In the moon
light, with the tall lighthouse and Its
boacon flash Just beyond, and won
dered If he should see tho girl again
thnt night. Ite was on the point of
suggesting they go In and visit a little
with tho Indies when Undo Terry
said:
"I believe ye called yerself n lawyer,
Mr. Page, nn' from Boston. Do ye hap
pen to know a lawyer thai* that has got
03'es like a cat an' rubs bis hands as If
he was wash in' 'cm while he's talk
In' r
Albert gnve n start. "I do, Mr. Ter
ry," be nnswored. "I know him well.
Ills name in Frye, Nicholas Frye."
"An' as yo'ro a lawyer, an' one that
looks to me na honest," continued Uncle
Terry, "what Is yor honest opinion of
this Mr. Frye?"
"Thnt Is a question I WOUld rather
uot answer," replied Albert, "until I
know why you ask It nnd what your
opinion of Mr. Frye Is. Mine might not
flatter him, nnd I do not believe In
speaking 111 of anybody unless forced
to,"
Uncle Terry was silent, evidently ro
votvlug a serious problem la bis mind.
"I am golu' to beg yer pardon, Mr.
Page," bo snld at last, "for speakln'
the way I did regardln' lawyers in gin
eral. My 'sperenee wltb 'em bus been
bad, an' naterally I don't trust 'cm
much. I'vo bad some deallu's wltb
this 'ere Frye 'bout a matter I don't
want to tell 'bout, au' the way things
Is workln' ain't us they should be. I
bMleve I'm robbed right along, an' If ?
ye'ro willln' to help mo I shall be most .
tarnaliy grateful an' will give yo uiy |
word I'll never let on to anybody what
ye say?an' Silas Terry never yIt broke J
bis promise."
Albert silently offered his hand to
Undo Terry, who grasped It cordially.
"I will tell you, Mr. Terry," he said
after the handshake, "all I know about
Mr Fryo and what my opinion is of
biin. What your business with him is,
matters not. I am certain you will
keep your word, I recently worked for
Mr. Fryo six months and left him to
opon an ofTlco for myself. In (hat bIx
months I became satisfied Nicholas
Frye wns the most unprincipled villain
ever mnsked under the name of lawyer.
If all those you have had business with
were llko him, I don't wonder at your
remark today,"
Uncle Terry leaned forward, with el
bows on his knees, resting bis face in
the palms of his hands, and ejaculated: I
"I knew It! I knew it! I'm a blamed
old fool an' ought to hov a keeper put I
over me!" Then turning to Albert ho
ndded, "I've paid that thief over $100
this year an' hain't got a scrap of paper
to show for 't, an' nothln's been done
so for as I kin see 'bout the business."
He meditated a few moments and then
turning around suddenly added: "My
wife an' Telly don't know nolhin' 'bout
this, an' I don't want they should.
Tliar's a sucker born every minlt an'
two to ketch him, an* I b'llevo it! I'vo
been ketched an' skinned for dead sure.
I want to sleep on't, an' inobbo in the
mornln' I'll tell ye the hull story an'
how I'vo been made a fool of. I'm be
ginniu' to think I kin trust ye."
"I thank you for your good opinion,"
answered Albert, "and if I can help
you iu any way I will."
When the two ret timed to the house,
Albert was shown to a room that re
minded him of his boyhood homo, the
old fashioned bed, spotless counter
pane and muslin curtains all seemed
bo sweet and wholesome. A faint odor
of lavender carried him back to the
time when his mother's bed linen ex
haled the same sweet fragrance. He
lighted a cigar and sal down by a win
dow where the crisp salt sea air came
in, and tried to fathom whnt manner of
business Uncle Terry could have with
Frye. And into this meditation also
crept the face and form of the girl he
had first seen watching the sunset.
IHEN Albert arose the next
Igjiieanj tuo ocean and n crisp breeze
blowing In to the open windows. Ileheard
the stir of Some one below and, dress
ing quickly, descended to the sitting
room. No one was there, and he stood
for a moment looking at the curiously
framed paintings that almost covered
the wall.
CHAPTER XXI.
morning the sun was Just ap
pearing round and red out of
One in particular .caught his eyo. tt
was u ship careened on the ocean with
wavos breaking upon her. She was
resting on rocks that barely showed
beneath, and In her rigging, heavily
covered With I CO, were live men. All
around was the sen, tossed Into giant
waves, curling and breaking about the
stranded vessel. lie noted the llfollko
Shading of the green and white bil
lows, the Ice that covered over1/ shroud
and rope and spar, and peering out of
a cabin door was a womnn holding a
babe In her arms. In a wuy it was a
ghastly picture and one thut held his
attention from all the rest.
It was fruined in a broad, flat mold
ing covered With shells. lie was still
gazing at It when he heard I'nele Ter
ry's voice bidding htm good morning.
"Ain't ye up a little arlyV" said that
worthy. "I hope ye slop* well. 1 glu
erally roust out by daylight an' put out
the light an* then start a tire, but thar
was no need of you git tin' out so soon."
"I think tho waves woke me," replied
Albert, "and the morning is so beuu
tiful I couldn't waste It In bed."
"I'm goln' over to tho cove to mend a
trap," continued Uncle Terry, "an' If
ye're wlllin' I'd like to hev ye go along
too. Tho wimmln '11 hev breakfast
roady by that time, an' then I'll take
ye up to Seal cove an' see if yer boat's
thar."
He seemed depressed and not Inclined
to talk, and Albert sat on au overturn
ed dory and watched him puttering
away over a lobster trap. Ills hat had
fallen off, and the sea winds blew his
scant fringe of gruy hair over his bald
head. His brown shirt was open at
tho throat, disclosing a bony neck, and
his well worn garments showed tho out
lines of a somewhat wasted form.
What impressed Albert more than all
this was Ojo dejected manner of Undo
Terry. When ho finished fixing tho
trap ho pulled a dory In that was moor
ed out In tho cove and carefully bailed
and wiped It clean. When this was
done he said almost wistfully: "I've
worried a good deal 'bout what yo
told me last night, an' I'd like to have
a good talk with ye. I s'pose ye're anx
ious to see yer friends an' let 'em
know ye're all safe, an' I'll take yo up
tho island the fust thing an* then go
au' pull my traps, an' then if ye're will
lu' wo'll sot down, If it ain't nskln' too
much o' yo to wait," ho added almost
pathetically. "I'll get Telly to show
vo her picture, an' niebbe ye can give
her some p'lnts as '11 help her."
"I shall bo more than glad to do so,"
replied Albert, "but if that shipwreck
scene is hers, she needs no advlco from
me."
Uncle Terry looked pleased, but made
no answer. On tho way back to tho
house ho said, "I'd mthor yo'd make
no mention to the wimmln of our hev
in' any talk."
At the breakfast table ho seemed in
better spirits and more like himself.
"I think ye told me last night," ho re
marked, addressing Albert, "that yo
painted plcturs yorsolf some." And
then, turning to Tolly, he added, "Mr.
Page Is comln' back here blmcby jest
to look round, nn' mebbe he'd liko to
look ut some of yourn."
Telly's face flushed Slightly. "I shall
be d( lighted," added Albert, "If Miss
Terry will favor me. Will you?" he
add d in a persuasive lone.
"I do not fbel tlint my pictures nrol
good enough to show to strangers," shel
answered in a low voice. "I havo{
never had any lessons or any ono to
show me."
"From what I've noticed in your sit-;
ting room," responded Albert QUlckljr,!
"you need not be ashamed to showj
them to an artist. 1 am not one. II
only sketch a little, Just as a remom-3
brnnce of places I visit, but I lovo plc-J
tures even bolter than music."
"I will gladly show you what I havol
dono," replied Telly simply, and tberel
tho conversation ended. When tho meall
was over Albort observed, "With yourj
permission, Mrs. Terry, I would like tol
make a sketch of your home and thol
lighthouse, and after Mr. Terry has.*
helped me to lind my friends I am com-^
ing back." Then, turning to Telly, lies
added, "I can then feel easy in myj
mind and Shall enjoy looking over your 1
paintings."
"Won't ye stop to dinner with usV'S
asked Aunt Llssy as Albert thanked*
her for hot* hospitality. "We'll be gladj
to have yo."
"I will, thank you," replied Albert.*
"This point, and In fact this village,1*
was such a surprise to mo and is sol
charming I am going to devote all my]
day to it." Then, bidding the ladles]
good morning, ho followed Uncle Terry i
over to the cove, whore they boarded]
his dory and started out to And tho]
Gypsy. j|
"And she has the soul of an artist j
tu her," Albert said to himself, as
Uncle Terry pulled tho dory out of the ;
harbor and up the coast toward where]
he had been left stranded. "And what i
eyes, and what a perfect form!"
As good luck would havo It, when
they rounded a point, there was the]
Gypsy following the island shore down ]
to meet them. Albert stood up and |
waved his cap. lie was answered by I
tho whistle and in an instant every one ]
on board of her, even tho crew,-were,
out on her bows and waving copsj
lustily. Tho skipper kept the whistle]
blowing, and its the yacht slowc la
down and Uncle 'Jerry pulled nlonj J
side, Albert was seized and almost]
dragged on board. Frank was so over
joyed ho hugged him and then gnvOj
vent to a war whoop that might have]
been heard the entire length of .South ':
port island.
"We guessed what had happened to]
you," ho said, "when wo picked up;]
your boat. It was almost dark whenj
ono of the crew saw an empty boatJ
floating up tho bay. We were all down!
in the cabin at that time and had n<
noticed how bite it was, when hoi
called us. Two of the crew lowcrcdl
the other boat an 1 when they ? .
back with yours we nearly had a llt.jj
The inissinjj cushions and loop "-a thei
painter gave us clew and we !> ilf e.\-|
peeled you woul i And your way I aek|
to the Gypsy by land." f;
"I guess you're net much acquainted ]
with the Interior of Soulhporl ldlund,"|
put in Albert, !.!<! then going forwards
ho brought back Undo Terry and in-t
trod need him to tho crowd. P.y this?
time the Gypsy was almost down toi
the Capo .Mid, under one bell ami Ihog
direction of Undo Terry, rho dowlyfj
steamed in. Thai worthy man luull
been looking ove r her and Ids admlra-y
tton was evident. [I
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There are 7,000 Men of Voting Age in Laurens County
Over 90 per cent of these men, or about 4,500 cannot afford to pay fancy prices for their clothes; Yet these men during: the last decade
have become educated to the importance of being* well dressed. They have learned that it is folly to buy unreliable clothing
and that they always get the best when they come here. This applies not only to our Clothing, Shoes, Hats, etc.,
but to our Ladies Department too. Smart Dressers of both Sexes know that we only carry the
best at the LOWEST POSSIBLE PRICE.
THIS WEEK
Gent's Department
Our Men's Oxfords in Patents and Vicis made in all the
newest Toes and Lasts are the best that money can buy. We
want your trade and know we can give you the best at LOWEST
PRICES.
firpnf VflluAC in Men's Clothing
UIcai TCUUC? i? Boys' Clothing
Great Values K?^"*
Great Values j; g;^
Handkerchiefs, Hosiery, Belts, Negligee Shirts, Collars,
Cuffs and Everything in Men's Toggery here
Waiting for You.
Buying in such quantities as we do you can always depend
on getting the Best Values at Lowest Possible Price.
We invite your attention to our immense lines.
DAVIS, ROPER & COMPANY.
Ladies Department
Special for the Hot Summer Days
That You Can't be Without.
Ladies Umbrellas worth everywhere $1.25. Special Value
Ladies Fast Black Hose worth every where 20 cts. Special, 3 pr for
Ladies Silk Gloves in Black, Brown, White and Gray. Extra value
Splendid assortment of Oriental Laces. Special value.
52-inch Mohair in Black, Blue, Brown and Gray. Special value
36-inch Black Taffeta Silk, worth $1.00. Special value.
36-inch Jap Silk, worth 65 cents. Special value.
18-inch Oriental All-Overs Lace. Special value
Special Value in Fans from 5 cents to $1.00
Don't fail to come to our store. We can and will save you money and you can get what you
want by coming to see us.
DAVIS, ROPER & COMPANY.
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