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HE young man stood in the
field road giving directions to
a robust negro who was plow
ing the corn, which in paral
lel rows sti-etched on to the main road
a quarter of a mile distant.
It was a beautiful day. The sun was
shining brightly, but the atmosphere
had dropped a dim veil over the near
by mountain. Even the two storied
farmhouse, with its veranda and white
columns, to which the field road led up
a gradual slope, showed only its out
lines. However, Alan Bishop, as he
steadied his gaze upon the house, saw
the figure of an elderly woman come
out of the gate and with a quick step
hurry down to him. It was his mother.
She was tall and angular and had high
cheek bones and small blue eyes. She
had rather thin gray hair, which was
wound into a knot behind her head,
and over it she wore only a small red
breakfast shawl, which she held in
place by one of her long hands.
"Alan," she said, panting from her
brisk walk, "I want you to come to the
house right off. Mr. Trabue has come
to see yore pa again, an' I can't do a
thing with 'im."
"Well, what does he want with him?"
asked the young man. His glance was
on the plowman and his horse. They
had turned the far end of the corn row
and were coming back, only the nod
ding head of the animal being visible
beyond a little rise.
"He's come to draw up the papers
fer another land trade yore pa's mak
in'. He's the lawyer fer the Tompkins
"Listen to nothin\" thundered Bishop.
estate. Yore pa tried to buy the land
a yeer ago, but it wasn't in shapo to
dispose of. Oh, Alan, don't you see
he's goin' to ruin us with his fool no
tions? Folks all about are a-laughin'
at him fer buyin' so much useless
mountain land. I'm powerful afeerd
his mind is wrong."
"Well, mother, what could I do?"
Alan Bishop asked impatiently. "You
know he won't listen to me."
"I reckon you can't stop 'im," sighed
Lhe woman, "but I wish you'd come on
to the house. I knowed he was up to
some'n' E\er' day fer the last week
Le's been ridin' up the valley an' rollin'
an' tumblin' at nignt an' chawin' ten
times as, much tobacco as he ort. Oh.
he's goin' to ruin us! Brother Abner
bajs he is buyin' beca'se he thinks it's
goin' to ad\ance in value, but sech
property hain't advanced a speck sense
I kin remember an' is beiu' sold ever5
yeev fer tax money."
"Xo, it's \ery foolish cf him," said
the young man as the two turned to
ward the house. "Father keeps talking
about the fine timber on such property,
but it is entirely too far from a rail
road ever to be worth anything. I ask
ed Rayburn Miller about it, and he
Void me to do all I could to stop father
from investing, and you know he's as
sharp a speculator as ever lived but
It's his money."
There was a paling fence around the
house, and the inclosure was alive with
chickens, turkeys, geese, ducks and pea
fowls. In the sunshine on the veranda
two pointers lay sleeping, but at the
sound of the opening gate they rose,
stretched themselves lazily and gaped.
"They are in the parlor," said Mrs.
Bishop, as she whisked off her break
fast shawl. "Go right in I'll come in
a minute. I want to see how Linda is
makin' out with the churnin'. La! I
feel like it's a waste o' time to do a
Uck o' work with him in thar actin'
like a child. Ef we both go in together,
it'll look like we've concocked some
thin', but we must stop 'im ef we kin."
Alan went into the parlor on the left
of the wide, uncarpeted hall. The room
had white plastered walls, but the ceil
ing was of boards planed by hand and
painted skA blue. In one corner stood
a very old piano with pointed, octag
onal legs and a stool with haircloth
covering. The fireplace was wide and
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high and had a screen made of a dec
orated window shade tightly pasted on
a wooden frame. Old man Bishop sat
near a window and through his steel
framed nose glasses was carefully read
ing a long document written on legal
cap paper. He paid no attention to the
entrance of his son, but the lawyer, a
short, fat man of sixty-five with thick
black hair that fell below his coat col
lar, rose and extended his hand.
"How's Alan?" he asked pleasantly.
"I saw you down in the field as I come
along, but I couldn't catch your eye.
You see, I'm out after some o' your
dad's cash. He's buying hisse'f rich.
My Lord, if it ever does turn his way
he'll scoop in enough money to set you
an' your sister up for life! Folks tell
me he owns mighty near every stick
of timber land in the Cohutta valley,
an' what he has he got at the bottom
"If it ever turns his way," said
Alan. "But do you see any prospect
of its ever doing so, Mr. Trabue?"
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders.
"I never bet on another man's trick,
my boy, and I never throw cold water
on the plans of a speculator. I used
to when I was about your age, but 1
saw so many of 'em get rich by paying
no attention to me that i quit right
off. A man ought to be allowed to use
his own judgment."
Old Bishop was evidently not hear
ing a word of this conversation, being
wholly absorbed in studying the de
tails of the deed before him. "I reckon
it's all right," he finally said. "You
say the Tompkins children are all of
"Yes, Effie was the youngest," an
swered Trabue, "and she stepped over
the line last Tuesday. There's her
signature in black and white. The
deed's all right. I don't draw up any
other sort."
Alan went to his father and leaned
over him. "Father," he said softly
and yet with firmness, "I wish you'd
not act hastily in this deal. You ought
to consider mother's wishes, and she is
nearly distracted over it."
Bishop was angry. His massive,
clean shaven face was red. "I'd like
to know what I'd consult her fer," he
said. "In a matter o' this kind a wom
an's about as responsible as a suckin'
Trabue laughed heartily. "Well, 1
reckon it's a good thing your wife
didn't hear that or she'd show you
whether she was responsible or not. I
couldn't have got the first word of
that off my tongue before my wife
would 'a' knocked me clean through
that wall."
Alfred Bishop seemed not to care for
levity during business hours, for he
greeted this remark only with a frown.
He scanned the paper again and said,
"Well, ef thar's any flaw in this I
reckon you'll make it right."
"Oh, yes, I'll make any mistake of
mine good," returned Trabue. "The
paper's all right."
"You see," said Alan to the lawyer,
"mother and I think father has al
ready more of this sort of property
than he can carry, and"
"I wish you and yore mother 'd let
my business alone," broke in Bishop,
firing up again. "Trabue heer knows
I've been worryin' 'im fer the last two
months to get the property in salable
shape. Do you reckon after he gets it
that away I want to listen to yore two
tongues a-waggin' in open opposition
to it?"
Trabue rubbed his hands together.
"It really don't make a bit of differ
ence to me, Alan, one way cr the
other," he said pacifically. "I'm only
acting as attorney for the Tompkins
estate and get my fee whether there's
a transfer or not. That's where I stand
in the matter."
"But it's not whar I stand in it, Mr.
Trabue," said a firm voice in the door
way. It was Mrs. Bishop, her blue
eyes flashing, her face pale and rigid.
"I think I've got a rightand a big
oneto have a say so in this kind of a
trade. A woman 'at's stayed by a
man's side fer thirty odd yeer an'
raked an' scraped to he'p save a little
handful o' property fer her two chil
dren has got a right to raise a rumpus
when her husband goes crooked like
Alfred has an' starts in to bankrupt
'em all jest fer a blind notion o' his'n."
"Oh. thar you are!" said Bishop, lift
ing his eyes from the paper and glar
ing at her over his glasses. "I knowed
I'd have to have a knockdown an'
drag out fight with you 'fore I signed
my name, so sail in an' git it over.
Trabue's got to ride back to town."
"But whar in the name o' common
sense is the money to come from?" the
woman hurled at her husband as she
rested one of her bony hands on the
edge of the table and glared at him.
"As I understand it, thar's about 5,000
acres in this piece alone, an' yo're
a-payin' a dollar a acre., Whar's it
a-comin' from, I'd like to know Whar's
it to come from?"
Bishop sniffed and ran a steady hand
over his short, gray hair. "You see
how little she knows o' my business,"
he said to the lawyer. "Heer she's
raisin' the devil an' Tom Walker about
the trade, an' she don't so much as
know whar the money's to come from."
"How was I to know?" retorted the
woman, "when you've been tellin' me
fer the last six months that thar
wasn't enough in the bank to give the
house a coat fresh paint an' patch
the barn roof."
"You knowKl I had $5,000 wuth o'
stock In the Shoal River cotton mills,
didn't you?" asked Bishop defiantly
and yet with the manner of a man
throwing a missile which he hoped
would fall lightly.
"Yes, I knowed that, but" The
woman's eyes were two small fires
burning hungrily for information he
fond their reach.
"Well, it happens that Shoal stock is
jest the same on the market as ready
money, up a little today an' down to
morrow, but never varyin' more'n a
fraction of a cent on the dollar, an' so
the Tompkins heirs say they'd jest as
lieve have it, an' as I'm itchin' to re
lieve them of the'r land it didn't take
us long to come together."
If he had struck the woman squarely
in the face, she could not have shown
more surprise. She became white to
the lips and with a low cry turned to
her son. "Oh, Alan, don'tdon't let
'im do it. It's all we have left that
we can depend on! It will ruin us!"
"Why, father, surely," protested
Alan as he put his arm around his
mother, "surely you can't mean to let
go your mill investment which is pay
ing 15 per cent to put the money into
lands that may never advance in value
and always be a dead weight on your
hands! Think of the loss of interest
and the taxes to be kept up. Father,
you must listen to"
"Listen to nothin'," thundered Bish
op, half rising from his chair. "No-
body axed you two to put in. It's my
business, an' I'm a-goin' to attend to
it. I believe I'm doin' the right thing
an' that settles it."
"The right thing," moaned the old
woman as she sank into a chair and
covered her face with her hands. "Mr.
Trabue," she went on fiercely, "when
that factory stock leaves our hands we
won't have a single thing to our names
that will bring in a cent of income.
You kin see how bad it is on a woman
who has worked as hard to do fer her
children as have. Mr. Bishop always
said Adele, who is visitin' her uncle's
family in Atlanta, should have that
stock for a weddin' gift ef she ever
married, an' Alan was to have the low
er half of this farm. Now, what wou)''
we have to give the girlnothin' tm*
thousands o' acres o' hills, mountains
an' gulches full o' bear, wildcats an
catamounts -land that it ud break any
young coup-e to hold on to, much less
put to any use. Oh, I feel perfectly
sick over it.'
There was a heavy, dragging step In
the hall, ana a long, lank man of s'--
ty or sixty-five years cf age paused 'n
the doorway. He had no beard exce^
a tuft of gray hairon his chin, and
teeth, being few and far between, ga^
to his cheeks a hollow appearance. He
was Abner Daniel, Mrs. Bishop's bac
elor brother, who lived in the family.
"Hello!" he exclaimed, shifting a big
quid of tobacco from one cheek to ti
other. "Plottin' agin the whites? Ef
you are, I'll decamp, as the feller said
when the bull yeerlin' butted 'im in the
small o' the back. How are you, Mr.
Trabue? Have they run you out o'
town fer some o' yore legal rascality?"
"I reckon your sister thinks it's ras
cality that's brought me out today,"
laughed the lawyer. "We are on a lit
tle land deal."
"Oh, well, I'll move on," said Abner
Daniel. "I jest wanted to tell Alan
that Rigg's hogs got into his young
corn in the bottom jest now an' rooted
up about as many acres as Pole Bak
er's plowed all day. Ef they'd a-rooted
in straight rows an' not gone too nigh
the stalks, they mought 'a' done the
crap more good than harm, but the'r
aim or intention, one or t'other, was
bad. Folks is that away. Mighty few
of 'em rootwhen they root at ailfer
anybody but the'rse'ves. Well. I'll git
along to my room."
"Don't go, Brother Ab," pleaded his
sister. "I want you to he'p me stand
up fer my rights. Alfred is about to
swap our cotton mill stock fer some
more wild mountain land."
In *pit of his natural tendency to
turn everything into a jesteven the
serious things of lifethe sallow face
of the tall man lengthened. He stared
into the faces around him for a mo
ment then a slow twinkle dawned in
his eye
"I've never been knowed to take sides
in any connubial tussle yet," he said to
Trabue in a dry tone. "Alf may not
know what he's about right now, but
he's Solomon hisse'f compared to a
feller that will undertake to settle a
dispute betwixt a man an' his wife
more especially the wife. Geewhilikins!
I never shall forget the time old Jane
Hardeway come heer to spend a week
an' Alf thar an' Betsy split over buyin'
a hatrack fer the hall. Betsy had seed
one over at Mason's at the campground
an' determined she'd have one. Maybe
you noticed that fancy contraption in
the hall as you come in. Well. Alf seed
a nigger unloadin' it from a wagon at
the door one mornin', an' when Betsy,
in feer an' trembhn', told 'im what it
was fer he mighty nigh had a fit. He
said his folks never had been above
hangin' the'r coats an' hats on good,
stout nails an' pegs, an' as fer them
umbrella pans to ketch the drip, he
said they was fancy spitboxes, an'
wanted to know ef she expected a body
to do the'r chawin' an' smokin' in that
windy hall. He said it jest should not
stand thar with all them prongs an'
arms to attack unwary folks in the
dark, an' he toted it out to the buggy
shed. That got Betsy's dander up, an'
she put it back agin the wall an' said
it 'ud stay thar ef she had to stand
behind it an' hold it in place. Alf
wasn't done yet. He 'lowed ef they
was to have sech a purty trick as that
on the hill it had to stay in the best
room in the house, so he put it heer in
the parlor by the piano. But Betsy
took it back two or three times, an' he
lurnt that he was a-doin' a sight o*
work fer nothin' an' finally quit totin'
it about.
"But that ain't what I started in to
tell. As I was a sayin', old Jane
Hardeway thought she'd sorter put a
word in the dispute to pay fer her
board an' keep, an' she told Betsy that
it was all owin' to the way the Bishops
was raised that Alf couldn't stand to
have things nice about 'im. She said
all the Bishops she'd ever knowed had
a natural stoop that they got by livin'
in cabins with low roofs. She wasn't
spreadin' 'er butter as thick as she
thought she wasur maybe it was the
sort she was spreadin'fer Betsy
blazed up like the woods afire in a
high wind. It didn't take old Jane
long to diskiver that thar was several
breeds o' Bishops out o' jail, an' she
spent most o' the rest o' her visit brag
gin' on seme she'd read about. She
said the name sounded like the start
of 'em had been religious and sub-somebody
"Brother Abner," whined Mrs. Bish
op, "I wisht you'd hush all that fool
ishness an' help me 'n the children out
o' this awful fix. Alfred always would
listen to you."
"Well," and the old man smiled and
winked at the lawyer, "I'll give you
both all the advice I kin. Now, "the
Shoal River stock is a good thing right
now, but ef the mill was to ketch on
fire an' burn down thar'd be a loss.
Then as fer timber land, it ain't easy
to sell, but it mought take a start be
fore another flood. I say it mought.
an' then agin it moughtn't. The mill
mought burn, an' then agin it
moughtn't. Now, ef you uns kin be
helped by this advice you are welcome
to it free o' charge. Not changin' the
subject, did you mis know Mrs. Rich
ardson's heifer's got a calf? 1 reckon
she won't borrow so much milk after
hers gits good."
Trabue smiled broadly as the gaunt
man withdrew, but his amusement
was short lived, for Mrs. Bishop began
to cry, and she soon rose in despair
and left the room. Alan stood for a
moment locking at the unmoved face
of his father, who had found some
thing in the last clause of the docu
ment which needed explanation then
he, too, went out.
LAN found his uncle on the
back porch washing his face
and hands in a basin on the
water shelf. The young man
leaned against one of the wooden posts
which supported the low roof of the
porch and -aited for him to conclude
the puffing, sputtering operation, whic
he finally ""'d by enveloping his head
in a long towel hanging from a wood
en roller on the weatherboard ing.
"Well," he laughed, "yore uncle Ab
didn't better matters in thar overlj
much, but what could a feller do'
Yore pa's as bullheaded as a younp
steer, an' he's already played smash
anyway. Yore ma's wastin' breath:
but a woman seems to have plenty of
It to spare. A woman's tongue's like
a windmillit takes breath to keep it
a-goin'. an' a dead clam 'ud kill her
"It's no laughing matter. Uncle Ab,"
said Alan despondently. "Something
must have gone wrong with father's
judgment. He never has acted this
way before."
The old man dropped the towel and
thrust his long, almost jointless fingerc
into his vest pocket for a horn comb
which folded up like a jackknife. "I
was jest a-wonderin'," as he began to
rake his shaggy hair straight down to
his eyes"1 was jest a-wonderin' ef
he could 'a' bent his skull in a little
that time his mule th'owed 'im ag'in
the sweet gum. They say that often
changes a body powerful. Folks do
"It's no laughing matter, Uncle A.b."
think he's off his cazip on the land
question, an* now that he's traded his
best nest egg fer another swipe o' the
earth's surface I reckon they'll talk
harder. But yore pa ain't no fool. No
plumb idiot could 'a' managed yore
ma as well as he has. You see, I know
what he's accomplished, fer I've been
with 'im ever since they was yoked
together. When they was married, she
was as wild as a buck an' certainly
made our daddy walk a chalk line, but
Alfred has tapered 'er down beautiful.
Sbe didn't want this thing done onr
bit. an' yet it is settled by this time"-
tUe old man looked through the hall to
the front gate"yes, Trabue's unhitch
He's got them stock certificates in
hi? pocket, an' yore pa has the deeds
his note case. When this gits out.
missbaek from heer clean to Gilmer
'11 be trapsin' in to dispose o' land at so
mnch a front foot."
But what under high heaven will
be! do with it all?"
"Hold on to it," grinned Abner "that
Is, ef he kin rake an' s,crape enough to
gether to pay the taxes. Why, last yeer
his taxes mighty nigh floored 'im, an'
the expenses on this county he's jest
annexed will push 'im like rips, fer
now, you know, he'll have to do with
out the income on his factory stock.
But he thinks he's got the right sow
by the yeer. Before long he may yell
out to us to come he'p 'im turn 'er
loose, but he's waltzin' with 'er now."
At this juncture Mrs. Bishop came
out of the dining room wiping her eyes
on her apron.
"Mother," said Alan tenderly, "try
not to worry over this any more than
you can help."
"Your pa's gettin' old an' childish,"
whimpered Mrs. Bishop. "He's heerd
say timber land up in the
mountains will some day advance, an'
he forgets that he's too old to get the
benefit of it. He's goin' to bankrupt
"Ef I do," the man accused thun
dered from the hall as he strode out,
"it'll be my money that's lostmoney
that I made by hard work."
He stood before them, glaring over
his eyeglasses at his wife. "I've had
enough of yore tongue, my lady. Ef
I'd not had so much to think about in
thar jest now, I'd 'a' shut you up soon
er. Dry up nownot another word.
I'm doin' the best I kin accordin' to
my lights to provide fer my children,
v~n+ '^e interfered with."
So Chicago Freight Handlers Decide
to Return to Work.
Chicago, July 15.Freight handlers
at all the railway warehouses in the
city will be ordered today by Presi
dent T. J. Curran to handle all the
freight that is presented at their sta
tion, no matter where it comes from.
Twenty-two men discharged by the
Chicago Terminal Transfer Railroad
company for refusing to handle freight
from the Kellogg Switchboard and
Supply company Saturday win return
to the Western avenue freight house
and apply for their positions with the
understanding that they will handle
all kinds of freight.
The action of President Curran and
the executive board followed the
meeting of the teamsters' joint coun
cil last night. President Curran was
informed by the council that the
teamsters would not join in a sym
pathetic strike.
Formulate a Series of Charges Against
Their Miners.
Des Moines, la., July 15.Sixty
Iowa coal operators met in secret ses
sion here Tuesday and formulated a
series of charges against local unions
of the United Mine Workers which will
be submitted to the state executive
board of that organization for action.
It the executive board does not take
action, it is intimated the operators
will consider their contract with the
mine workers at an end. The agree
ment provides that grievances of min
ers shall be submitted to an arbitra
tion board and that pending a de
cision by the board the miners shall
remai- at work. The operators claim
that in violations of this contract
there have been numerous small
strikes and stoppages of work which
have proven costly to the operators
Crimes Act Revoked in Certain Sec
tions of Ireland.
Dublin, July 15.A proclamation
was published Tuesday in the Dublin
Gazette, revoking the summary juris
diction powers of the magistrates in
those districts of Ireland which still
remain under the crimes act.
The revoking of the crimes act,
coming on the eve of King Edward's
visit to Ireland, gives great satisfac
tion. Both here and in Belfast elabo
rate preparations are being made to
decorate and illuminate the cities. The
king is certain to have a most enthu
siastic welcome and general regret is
expressed that the question of pre
senting an address to his majesty
should have been forced to a division
in the Dublin corporation, which, in
spite ot the decision arrived at, is giv
ing the citizens every facility for the
decoration of the streets.
One Person Killed and Three Others
Cosead, Neb., July 15.A tornado
passed eight miles north of here Tues
day afternoon, killing one person and
injuring three others.
Samuel Henry, a farmhand, was
killed, and two children of Mr. and
Mrs. Grifliths, and Miss Anderson, a
nurse, were injured.
The dead and injured were in the
residence of Griffiths, which was com
pletely destroyed.
The storm passed from northwest to
southeast for a distance of ten miles,
devastating a strip of country three
miles wide and destroying almost
every house and barn in its course.
The loss is estimated at $100,000. The
growing crops were completely de
stroyed in the area over which the
tornado passed.
Each Side Emphasizes Its Determina
tion Not to Give In.
Philadelphia, July 15.Both manu
facturer* and employes Tuesday em
phasized their determination not to
give way in the textile strike. Over
fifty mill owners in the ingrain carpet
trade met at the Manufacturers' club
in the afternoon and voted not to
grant any concessions to the strikers,
while the executive committee of the
Central Textile Workers' union adopt-
|d resolutions aimed against employes
who have given up the fight for fifty
five hours and returned to work, and
also voted to continue the strike all
summer if necessary.
Divorced From Poultney Bigelow.
New York, July 15.Justice Giege
rich, in the supreme court, has sign
ed a decree of absolute divorce in fa
vor of Edith E. Bigelow and against
Peultney Bigelow.
Great Northern Railway.
Duluth 6
Brook Park.. 9
Mora 9
Ogilvie. 10:03
Milaca 10:25
Pease (f) 10
L. Siding(f). 10:50
Brickton (f).10:54
Princeton.... 10:55
Zimmerman. 11
Elk River.... 11:35
Anoka 12
Minneapolis. 12
Ar St. Panl. 1
20 a.m.
30 a.m.
:50 a.m.
a.m. a.m.
40 a.m.
a m.
a m.
15 a.m.
00 a.m.
40 p.m.
05 p.m.
(f) Stop on signal.
Le. Milaca.
Ar. St. Cloud....
Le. St. Cloud..
Ar Milaca.
Vestal, per sack
Flour, (100 per cent) per sack
Banner, per sack.
Ground feed, per evet
Coarse meal, per cwt
Middlings, per cwt
Shorts per cwt
Bran, per cwt.
All goods delivered free anywhere in Princeton.
St. Paul 2
Minneapolis. 3
Anoka 3
Elk River.... 4
Zimmerman. 4
Princeton. 4
Brickton (f). 4
L. Siding (f). 4
Pease (f).... 5
Milaca 5
Ogilvie 5
Mora 5
Brook Park. 6
Ar. Duluth 9
:05 p.m.
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29 p.m.
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51 p.m.
55 p.m.
05 p.m
20pm 41 p.m
54 p.m
15 p.m.
25 pm.
10:25 a.
10:36 a. m.
11:23 a. m.
4:20 p. m.
5.12 p. m.
5:20 p. m.
Bogus BrookO. E. Gustafson Princeton
BorgholmJ. Herou Bock
GreenbushR. A. Ross Princeton
HaylandAlfred P. Johnson Milaca,
Isle HarborOtto A. Haggberg isle
MilacaOle Larson Milaca
MiloR. N.Atkinson Foreston
PrincetonOtto Henschel Princeton
RobbmsC. Archer Vmeland
South HarborEnos Jones Cove
East SideGeo. W. Freer Opstead
OnamiaArthur Wiseman Onamia
PageAugust Anderson Page
J. M.Neumann Foreston
W. Goulding .Princeton
H. Foss Milaca
BaldwinH. B. Fisk Princeton
Blue HillThomas E. Brown Princeton
Spencer BrookG. C. Smith. ..Spencer Brook
WyanettJ. A. Krave Wyanett
LivoniaChas. E. Swanson Lake Freemont
Princeton Roller Hills an! Elevator,
Wheat. No. 1 Northern.
Wheat, No. 2 Northern.
Corn Oats
.82 .80
S2 45
2 35
1 90
1 20
N O. 92, A. & A. M.
Regular communications, 2d and 4th
Jg Wednesday of each month.
B. D. GRAN T, W. M.
NO. 93, of
Regular meetings every Tuesday eve
ning at 8 o'clock.
O. M.
Tent No. 17.
Regular meetings every Thurs
day evening at 8 o'clock, in the
Maccabee hall.
Hebron Encampment.
No. 42,1.0. O.F.
Meetings, 2nd and 4th Mondays
at 8 o'clock p. M.
Jos. CRAIG, Scribe.
NO. 208,1. O. O.F.
Regular meetings every Friday evening at 7:30
clock. J. LOWELL, N G.
M. J. JAA X, R. Sec.
No. 4032.
Regular meetings 1st and 3rd Saturdays of
each month, at 8- 00 p. M., in the hall at Brick
yards. Visiting members cordially invited.
Dr. C. F. Walker's
Dental Parlors
now located
in the
new building,
I Dr. Walker
I will attend
to his I
from the
ist to 20th
of each
In Cambridge
21st to 28th
of each month,
office over
Gouldberg &
Old Papers for sale at the UNION of
fice for 25c per 100. Just the thing for
carpets and house-cleaning.
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