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i, B.SMITH, rroprt.tol.
YelU thst brought to mini the larace
la hi war-palot iU Uertl
Raid that oft recalled tbersTSira .
Of torn border-land expert!
Hangtsgsoa to tree and fences,
In bit efloru to explore ;
Startling to a body's aenaea
Wat the Uttle boy next door I
If window cane wsa shattered,
Or a missile cleared (be air;
If the street's aepoee was loatf red
Beads out peeping, ersry where
Little need tor ex Inflation,
All bad happened oft before ;
Mite of terror and rexat on
Was that little boy net t door I
Cats and dogs ty Intu tlnn.
Knew of hit approach, and fled;
Jaunty was the bat's position
On bis rovuUo, curly bead.
As wltb bearing Independent
He would bound tbe oroMlne o'er;
W.tb good nature nil resplendent
Was tbe little bJy o il door.
Brare, ehlralrlo and reipeotful
To tbe old who eame b w uy,
Wltb a ifmpaiht regret.'ul
Toward eaeh beitgar. duy by day;
Bow tbe wild and tame were mingled
la bis nature's bounteont store I
Bow my norroe were bourly tingled
By that little boy n-it door.
Wnen, st sunset, homeward walking,
Once I missed tbe children's noise,
Marked their groups In whispers talking,
Leaving all their romping Joys,
Saw tbe snow-wmte ribbons streaming
From thj bouse I stopped before
Tear-drop, ot my oheeki were gleaming
For the llltle boy next door.
tieorge Cooper, In N. Y. Independent
Or, Tbe Peril of the Penroys.
A Thrilling and Rotnantlo Btory
of Love and Adventure.
Br itM II. Msntuix, author or "Boons
Bai," "Ftsaxn Job" ajid
Otbib Stories,
Copyright, v, ey tht A. K. Kellogg Km
papt Cionuany.
BArri.sn TitAiim.
It was a woman's cry, und rung out In
piteous terror through tlio male of llio dim
old woods.
A young girl stood with lier buck agulnst
tho trunk of tree, with extended hikiid,a
took of terror on hr white, beautiful fiico.
At ber feet lny stn-wn a muss of forest
flowers, some of them purUully woven Into
Tbe objeot of the) girl's terror was re
vealed Id tbe form of a man, bl k and floroe
looking, with bushy bourd, uncouth dress
and the swaggor of low-bred ruftlan. He
had pushed his wuy suddenly into the bar
row glade occupied by tho young girl, and
It waaalow obuekle from his lips that
.caused her to start to bor feet
"Come bore an' lot me kiss you, pretty,"
attend the man.
Then be began to move toward ber. It
was at this moment that alio gave utter
ance to the cry of alarm that open our
Tbe man was a stranger to Grace Penny,
and bis forbidding aspect quite frightened
her, even aside from bis threatening words.
"Don't touch me, air," pleadod Grace, in
a low voice. Bhe was too deeply terrified
now to speak loudly or to cry out as she had
done at the outset.
"Go fur her, Bill. I'll stand toy or back.
Els bar, and tbco wo'll see what's next to
oe did."
And tbon a second man, fur worse-looking
than tbe fin. I, pushed Into view. lie
was ragged, dirty and bloar-eyed, bis sandy
hair and board not having made tbe ac
quaintance of comb or brush i J months, ap
parently. They were certainly as Ill-looking
a pair of tramps as one would meet
within a thousand miles' Journey.
Grace Penroy was now too frightened to
otter a word, ller blood seemed to freeze
in ber voins, and a chill stole over every
nerve, rendering bor rigid and motionless
as a atatue.
A grunt of satisfaction fell from the lips
of the man addressed as Bill, and with a
quick etrido ,bo stood at the side of tbe
startled glrL
A cry did come to the pallid lips, but this
only served to eorago the vicious tramp.
Be grated bis teeth and shook ber florcely.
"i'lll'arnye," be hissed, oltliu seme time
drawing tbe paralysed girl toward biro.
' That moment was an awful one to poor
Omce Penroy. A fate worse thun death
stun d her In the fuco. Bho remembered
then the prophosy of an old gipsy that tbe
family of Penroy was destined to go down
in woe to final extinction. Hhe could see
tbe wrinkled, hideous face of the bag proph
etess, and it took on the outlines of tho
tramp's wicked countenance.
"lion't yell if you don't want to die I"
hinsrd the ruffian, drawing her, unresist
ing now. toward him. Ills liyenical grin
was rvpulaivd. Hit breath fanned bor
cheek. Hhe was ready to faint with flight
when an interruption came that was both
atartling and unexpected.
A sullen OmA, awful In Its distinctness,
fell on the oar of Grace Penroy. Tho clutch
on bor arm suddenly relaxed and the giant
tramp sank, limp as a dishing, at ber foet.
i Grace reeled and clutched a small sapling
for support. At ber foet lay tbe ruffian,
with blood upon his black countenance. A
heavy object bad shot from a troe-Uip upon
tils head, that object now lying beside him
a short, silver-mounted rifle, tbe butt of
which had done deadly work.
Tbe second tram p was startled.
He glanced about In evident alarm, but,
seeing no one, made a sudden move to seise
tbe rifle. Ho was not quick enough to ac
complish bis design, bo wove r. A dark form
a not through tho leaves and stood beside tbe
prostrate tramp a youth of slender form,
who snatohed tbe rifle from Its resting
place and presented tho muzzle at the breast
of tbe discomfited tramp.
"If you don't care to die, you will more
There was a low sternness in tbe voice
that was effective. Tramps are proverbially
cowards, and this one waa no exception.
)U retreated sudden iy, and began to peg
fog merry.
!" Doa't stop to be," cried the boy, sneer
lafftj. "The eoHtttry has bo use for such
vermin, and I bad as lief shoot you as not.
The scoundrel wsJfced to bear no more,
bat wheeled end led at tbe lop of his
peed. Thee the recover of female iano
faosc Grace Feasor.
jle irt haadaome youth of apparently
twenty. His ace waa dark, bis black hair
banging la ion g, wavy masses to his shoul
ders. His upper lip was adorned with a
black mustache. Hie dress was plain, yet
of fine cloth, and bis rather small feet were)
incased la heavy shoes.
One of his hands had a blood-stain across
tt where it had been scratched by a twig.
" Miss Penroy, I believe," said tbe young
man, lifting bis gray cap with a smile that
revealed rows of even white teeth.
"Yes. air," she answered, opening ber
honest gray eyes wide with astonishment.
"You are a stranger to me," she con
cluded, after a moment.
"I suppose so. But few people In and
about Stonefleld, or Lone Hollow, know
Louis Fingal; even you never heard the
name I venture to say."
"I never did until this moment," ad
mitted Graoo, blushing prettily under hit
earnest gase.
"You may learn more of me In the
future,' be said, leaning thoughtfully on
his haudsome rifle.
"I hope so. I owe you much. Will you
not come to tbe bousel Grandfather will
be pleased to see one who has befriended
his pet grandchild. It all seems strange to
me. ' You wore up in a tree. I do not fully
understand it even now."
She shuddered and clung more tightly to
the sapling for support, while her honest
gray eyes regarded his handsome face
"I was to the woods gunning, looking for
doer. I know that old hunters some,
times watch a doer-trail from an ' ele
vated porch my brother always did, and
he was one of the most successful Nimrods
In the West."
"And were you perched up there watch
ing for a door!" questioned innocent Grace.
'That's about the truth of It," be ad
mitted. " But there hasn't been a deer In these
woods in years," and she laughed for the
first time.
" I must beg leave to differ with you there,
Hiss Penroy."
"But I know," affirmed the glrL "I
have lived at Lone Hollow for years and
years "
" And never saw a deer?"
" Never "
" Yet I have been bore but one day, and
have seen as pretty a one as I could wish to
look on. I sat entranced watching the
beautiful crouture, consequently forgot all
about my rifle."
There was a quizzical smile on bis face,
while a mischievous glint sparkled In his
Iler long lashes dropped, covering her
gray orbs. Bho bit hor lip in some confu
sion. His full meaning dawned on her
bruin, and she did feel annoyed, and cer
tainly would have boon off onded hud not she
owed so much to tho youth before her.
"Novor mind, Miss Penroy," and his
merry Inuph rang out pleasantly. "I did
not meun to givo offense, I see that this
fellow is stirring. Blmlllbind him and
turn him over to t'.o authorities for punish
ment, or do you prefer to overlook bis
Grace regarded the fallen trump with a
lit t lo tremor of disqust and fear. '
"I I think I will not punish blm further.
If ho rccovors he will not forget the blow,
"Of course. We will leave him to the
tortures of an outraged conscience," inter
rupted Fingul, lightly.
"Are you sure tbatbe la not mortally
injured!" questioned the tender-hearted
" I am sure of It. Even If he was mor
tally hurt who would weep for him I"
" He had a mother once," was Grace's
soft answor.
"So had we all," sighed Fingal, his light
mood vanishing suddenly. "But there's no
danger of harming such a follow as this
with an ordinary thump; their heads are
He bent down and made a brief exami
nation. J
"No barm done," be said at length, com
ing to bis foot. "I believe I will accompany
you home. There's one resident at Lone
Hollow whom I wish to see."
"A friend I"
"No; an enemy."
"lean not conceive of such a thing," de
clared Grace. "1 am sure all the Inmates of
my borne are good people."
"Perhaps you don t know Lura Joyoe as
well as I do."
Tho girl uttered tho words in evidont sur
prise. "You bave mot Miss Joyce, have you
"Never. We bave been expecting her at
Lono Hollow, howover. Bbe is my cousin, I
"And she has not arrived then I" uttered
Fingul, in a disappointed tone. "I am
sorry, for I have a bone to pick with that
young ludy. Perhaps I bad best rot goto
tho bouse."
" But grandfather would be pleased to see
you," urged Grace, who was really quite pre
possessed In the young man's favor, In spite
of the f.tft that he wore long hair and was
very plain spoken.
After a little reflection Fingal continued
In Grace's company, and tho two In a little
timo camo in sight of a rambling stone
dwelling built upon an elevation that occu
pied Ibe exact center of a vast basin, whose
aides wore covered with trees and bushes.
' As we have said, a rumbling stone man
akin loomed up on tho summit of a mound
thut occupied (lie cooler of an Immense
baMn or bollow.
The elevated land was not raised as high
as the surrounding country; on the con
trary, the hills about the basin wore fully
tip to a line with the highest point of the
roof on tbe dwelling In the bollow. It waa
fully a mile from the spot where tho girl
and young man stood to the farther side of
tbe sink beyond the dwelling.
Tbe country presented a weirdly wdd ap
pearance, not a human habitation being vis
ible save the stone house In tbe hollow.
A wagon road wound its way down the
aide of the hill and passed up the elevation
Kst the front of the old bouse, losing itself
yond, but again appearing on the further
rise, cutting squarely through the low, yet
dense growth of tree on its summit. It
would seem thst Grace Penroy had wan
dered some distance from tile home roof on
this quiet, cloudless summer day. It was
nothing new for ber, however.
"That la Lone Hollow," uttered Fingal,
musingly. "It is well named, that Is cer
tain." " Yes, I think so," returned Grace. "The
bouse Is old, baring been built by my ma
ternal grandfather."
" Have you lived here alt your life!"
" Indeed, no. We bave been here scarce
ly more than a year."
M Mother, grandfather aud L"
"And your father!"
"Is dead," she answered, mournfully.
It was an accident . A nckms horse flung
blm, and neighbors round blm by the road
side dead that was two years ago."
"Yes. Where wwre yon living then!" '
Tbe young man seemed extremely curi
ous, but Grace felt no off on se. It had been
along time sluoe niio had met one other
own age wltb whom she could talk, and so
she Indulged herself freely on the present
" We were living not far from Detroit
father's business waa in that city.",
"Indeed I Do you like this lonesome
place!" ; . ' . ;
"At first I did not."
" I see. You have become accustomed to.
the solemn old plaoe."
" Yes, in a measure."
" Do you often wander so far from home
as to-day? It seems to me not wholly safe
for you to do so," persisted Fingal. J .. j
"Not often. I am, however, privileged
to do as I please. I expect, when my cousin
comes, I shall take Immense pleasure la
visiting all the noted scenes and wild places
In the neighborhood," declared Grace, with
no little enthusiasm.
"You tell me you bave never seen your
cousin. Certainly you do not know that
you will like her."
"No, but then I mean to. Itoertainly
will be her fault if I do not," declared
Grace, emphatically.
"I believe so myself," be returned, smil
ing Into the pretty, flushed face of his beau
tiful companion. "There are noted spots In
this violnlty, you tell me!"
"Many. Just a milo to the west Is Hang
man's Gulch, whore 'tis said one of tbe first
settlors was lynohed for murder. Then I
have heard that not far from this hollow is
a oone where at one time old LiloDoty
secreted himself several days from his pur
suers. You see, we live in a romantic re
gion." " I should say so," agreed Fingal. You
ought to be a poet, or an artist, Miss
Penroy, then you might immortalize the
country roundabout."
They walked on then, descending the hill,
following the wagon road along up the next
Incline to the front door of the old mansion.
On the porch an old man sat smoking a
pipe. His hair waa white aa the drives
snow, his face smooth-shaven after the
manner of olden times. His dress was
quaint and old, and altogether be presented
the appearance of one of the revolutionary
He sat in a huge arm-chair as old and as
quaint aa himself, while at bis side, lean
ing against bis knee, was a heavy cane out
from the native woods.
He removed his pipe when be saw tbe
two young people coming up the broad
graveled walk, pushing with wrinkled
fingers bis glasses high upon bis bald
"Ehl It'sGracie, and -and, yes, by tbe
beard of the prophet, It's a young man I
Confound It; confound it, I sayl One young
man Is enough for a glrL Haven't I told
" Grandpa, this is Mr. Fingal. He saved
my life, and I want you to thank him, as I
can not, for the act Mr. Fingal, Grandpa
Tbon Grace went In to her mother, leaving
tbe two gentlemen together.
' Excuso me," suid Mr. Vendible, as he
shook the stranger's band without rising,
" I've got tho stiffness of old age In my
bones, and can't got up and down as I once
" Cortalnly, sir."
Fingul laid his rifle carefully aside and
accented a chair thut stood near.
"Grnco says you saved her Ufa What
dldslio tneuu! I'm sure tbe huzzy ought
not to put herself In d jngor. I'vo warned
her rnougli, yen, I br.vc. L,ut there's no end
of trouble cue baa with the girls, confound
'em ; yes, I say, confound 'em."
Then Mr. Vandible readjusted bis glasses,
and potted his cane gently while he resumed
bis smoking.
Fingal explained tbe meaning of Grace's
words, and when be had modestly told bis
story the old man's cane fell with a mighty
crash to tbe floor. Up wens the glasses
once more, and the pipe waa quickly removed
from his lips.
"Confound it, confound It, say," uttered
Mr. Vendible.
"It isn't really safe for a young girl to go
out unattended," asserted Fiugal, after
"No, it ain't, that's a fact I've talked
till all waa blue to keep Grace from running
wild in this way, but I might Just as well
talk to a fence-post I bad. I'll tell you, my
young friend, one thing," and the old maa
laid bis hand on Fingal's knee and regarded
him with a queor pucker of the gray line,
speaking evidcntlyinconfidence, "I've tried
to have Grace marry a protector, I havo."
' Such a comical look came to tho old fol
low's face as to bring a smile to the lips ot
Fingal In spite of his 'efforts at gravity as
beflttcd the occasion.
"Could she do that I" queried the young
man, quickly, in order to escape boing
thought rudo.
"Could she! Could Grace Penroy marry!
Great Muhomet I Young chap, there Isn't a
gentleman in forty miles of Lone Hollow
who wouldn't jump at the chance to wed
Morgan Vendible's grandchild. Bhe's an
heiress, my boy, an heiress to millions.
Confound It, sir, confound it she ihaU
marry, say, and at once. I want this
trouble off my mind. This looking after
ons girl is a torment and to think another
Is coming. It'll be pandomomum bore alter
that; yes, pandemonium, say."
The old man groaned, jammed his glasses
once more over his eyes, resumed his pipe
and began smoking furiously.
Fingal foil that be bad found an original,
and was Immensely pleased.
"I suppose," he ventured, "that HIM
Penroy has suitors In plenty, then)"
"Suitors! Young man, why shouldn't
be bavol Fortune bun tors, though, the
most of 'cm; devilish fortune hunters, and
I'll have none of 'cm, none of 'em, I say,
thut I won't"
" Isn't thore one you approve!"
"Yes, there is one."
Puff puff puff.
Fingal waited some moments for the old
man to proceed. He seemed in no hurry to
speak, so the youth broke the silence with:
"The gentleman whom you approve is "
" Captain Btarbrigbt"
Then tbe old man removed his pipe and
caressed his companion's knee tenderly.
" You nevor saw tbe captain, sir!"
" I never did."
" A gentlomsn, every Inch of him; one of
tho old school. You could hang your soul
on bis honor and it would be safe, sir,
Utterly safe, say.
"And Miss Penroy r'
"Oh, she likes him well enough, of
course, but she's a little backward about
acknowledging it That's natural, you
know, perfectly natural. Girls of to-day
are so timid."
"To me Grace Penroy seoms quite brave,
Mr. Vandible." . . -
"Eh! Does she! Bo you've taken the
pains to notice, have you I" and the old maa
shoved up his glasses and eyed big visitor
from foot to bead sharply. Doubtless he
was wondarlng If this new-comer was to put
In a claim as one of bis granddaughter's
suitors. Tbe young follow seemed danger
oualy handsome, to say the least, and bt the
end of his eianiineUou the old man frowned.
Before be ouukt speak again the sound f
wheels fell on tlMsesrs of tbe twain, urace
came out on tho steps as e rumbling atagai
coach halted, with ateaailog horses, at the
gate. Aboavytruak was "Mumped" fresm
the rear of the vehicle, and then tbe driver
cracked hie whip ind the coach rouud oo,,t
No one had alighted, and Grace gave eX'
presaloa le bor surprise la words t .......
"Iwunderwuy ebeduleoAoooie. It's toe
late now too ask the driver, I suppose. That
must be my cousin's trunk."
"I don't think it la too late," tittered Fin
gal, springing up and hastening In pursuit
of the stage. He was fleet of foot, and soon
overtook the lumbering vehicle. '
"The gal '11 come to'arda night," said
John, iu answer to Fingul's question.
"Yaas, the ohist was hern. Bbe'U be along
with a private rig, I was told."
And Fingal brought this Information back
to Grace and her grandfather.
"I'd a pesky sight rather she'd stay away
altogether," grunted the old man.
"Why, grandpa!" cried Oraoe.
" had, though. Her mother was the
worst female I ever saw. Bhe'd a cata
mount temper, and gave poor Jonas, her
husband, no end of trouble. If Lura's any
like ber mother I want none of her. May be,
though, she's like meek Jonas. If so, It
wouldn't take much of a hand to manage
her." t
"Grandpa, remember, that Lura hasn't
any father or mother now, and that we must
be kind to tbe orphan."
"Yea, yes, that's true, Gracie. We'll be
kind to ber, and she shall have half my fort
une if she behaves herself. say that and
I mean it, do "
The old man bad various moods. At one
time he seemed harsh and stem, while per
haps the next minute he would be all sym
pathy and compassion. He had one soft
spot and that was love for his grand
daughter. Fingal excused himself and was about to
depart, when Mr. Vandible said, suddenly
"Boy, I haven't settled with you for
smashing the head of tho tramp who In
sulted Oracle. How much do I owe you!
Name your own price now. Don't be bash
ful ; I can pay any amount from' a dollar up
to a million, can."
Tbe old man drew, a well-filled wallet
from his pocket and proceeded to open It
with pompous deliberation.
"Why, grandpa)" exclaimed Grace,
shocked at the practicality of the old gentle
man. But Fingal received tbe offer in good
"Don't trouble yourself, Mr. Vandible,'-'
he said, with a laugh. "I may crave your
hospitality on more than one occasion,
which, coupled with a friendly smile from
Miss Grace, will be ample rew rd."
"Yes, yes; but confound it, that's just
what I don't wunt The girl's got more
youngsters hanging round her now than
abe can manage."
"Granapa, why will you"
"Btopl stop I step I" commanded the old
man, thumping the boards with his cane.
He looked very angry, and poor Oraoe waa
completely orushed. Bhe dared say no
more, and with a parting word Fingal
walked away.
"High-strung young buck," muttered tbe
old man, after tho joung hunter was gone.
"Grandpa," protested the girl, "you have
offended the gentleman. I am sure be will
never come bore again."
"That's exactly right," chuckled Mr.
Vendible, resuming his pipe. "I don't
want him hanging and dangling around.
There's that Impudent Austin Wontword
'11 bave to travel the next time I see blm.
To think of a girl having Vires lovers. It's
perfectly awful, outrageous, wicked, repre
hensible and indelicate say. Havon't I
told you thut Clinton Btarhrllit was the
one approved of. and tho one you must
marry. You know I havo, you huzry, and
I don't want any back ta'k, cither, remem
ber that now."
Aguin the old man's cane made the floor
Jar with Its owner's emphatic earnestness.
Grace knew tbe old roan's moods full well.
As for back ta.k, she once Indulged in It,
but of late had been wise enough to refrain.
Bbe walked calmly into tbe bouse and sent
one of the men servants to bring la the
trunk that the stage bad deposited at the
The Walklng-BUck of Early American His
tory and That of Ts-day.
About nine men out of ten carry canes,
and one man out of ten really needs a cans.
Originally a cane ivas a branch of a tree,
sometimes used as a club for dofonse, al
other times as a crutch. In modern times,
no one needs a club for protection, since tt
Is at best a very crude weapon, and feebl
men who need a cane for support are very
rarely met with. But canes are carried al
most universally because It Is the fashion.
The Mexicans first used canes In America.
When the Bpanish conquered the country
queor custom was introduced. The chief
executive of the town carried a slick with
a gold or silver head. It was a kind of seep
Tbe people, of course, rarely know bow ti
read or write, and when any one was wanted
for a crime, one of the mayor's subordinates
would take the cane, find tbe culprit and
place it horizontally upon tho latter's chest
Tbe proceeding was equivalent to a sum
mons, and the man bad to appear before tbe
mayor undor the penalty of being cast Into
prison. This custom waa borrowed from
Spam, wbero it still prevails in tho moro im
portant sections.
The rano of early American history, like
tbet of Biblical times, was part of the reper
tory of the leaders of the church. It was
the principal bodge ot the deacon.
The cane was about five foet long. Ont
end was embellished with a big knob, the
other with feat hers. When tho small boy re
belled agnlnst the straight-bock pew be got
a rap on tbe bead with the uncharitable end
of the cane. If tho head of the family got
to dreaming about bis old English home
and tbe cozy little nest In one of the shires,
tbe turkey's plumsge on the deacon's cans
feathered the sleeper Into mo aguin,
Tbe Irish bave always been associated
wltb a blackthorn stick of short and thick
dimensions. They used these queer little
sidearms in the Invasions of the English
kings and in religious wars.
It is curious to note bow fashion regu
latos the size of canes. At present, fashion
dictates thst csnes shall be thick and knot
ty, with large heads, tbe more grotesque
the better. In another year, perhaps,
there will be a return to the slim cane, lit
tle better than a wand, flexible and light
which was In vogue ten years ago. It will
doubtless be of as much service as the thick
cane, since lout is of no service at alb
Golden Days.
. A rrmnedltaUd Insult
" Qua De Bmlth is very angry at you ; be
says yon Insulted him at the railroad depot
the other day," remarked uosteuer no
Olnnis to Ollbooly. "Yes, and I'll insult
blm worse still if I een lay my bands on
him. Tbe miserable scoundrel saw me go
ing off with my mother-in-law on one arm
and my wife on the other, and he asked me
If I wasn't going en a pleasure trip."
From Bad to Werta.
, Bhe I would like to call you try your
Christian name, leve, but Tom Is so hateful
aad common, you know. ' Haven't you one
pet name! .
He N-no. I or haven't
Bbe Are yon always known aa Tosa
among Tour friends!
, He (brightening up) No; the boy oal)
me "Bhortjrr-iiira- .. ,
A runt Creas astest.
Mlml-"Does Polly want a erackerl" Polly
(present front tae Hub)-" Oh, ratal (Jet
as? Mia beans r .
The Oldest Furniture s tore in Town,
Having had 36 competitors and still lives. '
Furniture of all designs can be
had at our rooms at living prices.
Undertaking attended to with the usual
promptness, accompanied by a Funeral
A. G. & G. L. COUCH.
This Space for
Special Offers
Is the best Cart in the market and will ride as
easy with a boy weighing 25 pounds as a man
weighing 250.
Druggist and Optician,
SCRAP BOOKS A fall line.
PAPETERIES la late designs.
FINE STATIONERY and writing materials.
NEW PUBLICATIONS, selected with reference toperma- -nent
Take and to meet all tastes.
LIBRARY SETS of standard works.
CHEAP B00K8-A large assortment.
. and Bagbter.
TUATJSU 1JUUK8. POEMS in leather bindings. JUVEN
ILE BOOKS in great variety. Optical Goods, Art
Goods, Perfumery, Toilet Articles, and
West Side Public Square,
Power Cutter with
bar. straw and mmliHice. Mailt-In different
oHA rolutloni per minute makliiKtheTornad the faiteitoutter In tbe world. Fodder
eut on this msohlns Is not left In pleoea wltk sharp corners or edges, to esuse sore mouth, but
Is thoroughly pulrerlied,Tldlntslluohdsii(er. A trlsl will eonrlnee you thst you esa
ssTeene-ball your feed by mine a Tornado Cutler the only perfect sutler le the market,
kpeelel discount to the trade. Mow la the lime to arrange fr territory. Write tor Catatonia
siring prices sod full description. Addrsss, W. ft- HAHalHON CO., Can ton. 0.
u mm p.,- will. iwsisiaM
4 Vie, ft'el'V
Elevator Attached.
l.n,n tnA Aa an A mill..
slss,fr" - .mail lianS slse.to a Isrue rjiraia
Kowermie. ine only machine
earn .talki In the manure pile.
Thefollowlnf eut below repre
sents our Cuttlni Cylinder,
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