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She Found God
Was Always
Present
By BETH MTL.VAINB
Tt/f R8. DEVINE believed in ■ per
1*1 tonal God. He might be your
God, too, and act aa your bedside
guardian, bat by some special act of
Providence the and her family were
M« particular care, never from under
his personal jurisdiction for a single
minute.
This must be sympathetically under
stood or the story of her misfortunes
will bo unintelligible, or at least, un
dlatinguished. Notwithstanding her
troubles of the usual sort—drunken
hnaband, large family, sickness, sudden
death—there is something epic in the
heroically religious way in which she
accepted them.
Bhe kept on saying “It’s God’s will,”
without making you doubt His inherent
goodness and wonder just what kind
of God this was she worshipped. Even
then you couldn’t help speculating on
what His plans for her was. Certain
ly she was being tried as Job was—by
sorrow piled on sorrow. Those who
knew her well soon discarded their
speculations as sacrilegious and un
worthy, being caught up in the glow
Of her own faith that God's great, un
understandable Will was being done.
By the time she was thirty-three
years old Mrs. Devine had ten children,
nine boys and one girl. She was mar
ried at the age of seventeen to a roar
ing Irish truck driver, soft-tongued in
his sober, sentimental moments, a curs
ing, foul-mouthed ,brute every Satur
day night.
In the early days of their marriage
young Mrs. Devine learned that Sunday
was dedicated to an aftermath of
drunken rage which would do bodily
harm, like as not. So for to sixteen
years of their life together she departed,
with her children in tow, early Sunday
morning to return late Sunday night.
On two occasions she returned to
find the house in flames. Enraged at
finding her gone, her husband had
tipped over a kerosene lamp and then
flung It from the house, wailing bitter
ly at his hard life.*
Saturday night debauches spread over
to the next week, making no time safe,
not to mention comfortable. The neigh
bors couldn’t see for the life of them
why she remained Joyal in the face of
such deliberate cruelty. She "“""J
shako her head decisively when they put
“VSSdhS? c&sen Mike Henneasy
"1 COUid OB CI1WSCU xxnasas- --, , -
you know, if eomething hadn t guided
me to Baldy. I ^ think I was
n i A rn y»H m y • a *
bein’ a fool. The good Lord’ll take care
of mo if Baldy won’t. That was her
last public word on the matter.
Six montns Deioro me •—
born and just one week after herlu»
band had broken her arm in a brutal
attempt to force the money box from
her hand, he ran hie truck over the
ride of bridge and fell 100 feet to an
awful "death beneath 2,000 pounds of
twisted steel. Mrs. Devine didn t mourn
his loss, although she was left penni
less with the eldeet of nine children
only fifteen years old and one unborn.
He* brain was resourceful, and her
faith in God’s foresight boundless. Per
haps the one was the result of the other.
At any rate, the Deity figured largely
In these dark days and through His
help, no doubt, Mrs. Devine was able
to make a snug llvlfig by her needle.
the war came. The boys, rang*
in* from fifteen up to twenty-six, clam
ored to go. The least bit reluctant, she
gave her consent. One by one they en
listed, the second and third youngest
lyine about their age. Walter, the
youngest, saw each one off on the
train and then went home to weep a
few secret tears at the hard lot of a
youngster. . „
“You must stay and take care of ma,
his brothers told him. He felt the *a
credness of the trust and ceased to
chafe at being left behind.
Two years passed. Mrs. Devine s
hair became streamed with white, but
her face remained as placid as ever.
The good God was watching and no
harm could come to her eight sons at
the front. Her heart listened one day
as, one by one, they began to come
home again. Her eight sons, all alive
after that European butchery; Heaven
hadn't failed her.
The day after Bill, the laggard, ar
rived home, he took young Walter,
the stay-at-home, into the back yard to
give him a realistic idea of quick gun
play. At the height of the fun, the
gun exploded and Walter lay white
and lifeless on the grass—Mrs. Devine's
first war causalty. The accident was
hard to reconcile with God's goodness,
but she felt her faith was being tested
to the full.
Three months later Frank, aged 21,
was run over by a loaded truck and
died two hours later in the hospital.
The next month, George, who had won
the Croix de Guerre and the Distin
guished Service Medal, developed pneu
monia and died within the week. To
ward the end of the year the eldest
son was shot In the back by an escap
ing gangster and died instantly.
Mrs. Devine, for all her miraculous
faith in the Heavenly plan, was hdman.
These swift tragedies seemed to flatten
her out After the death of the third
son, she went every night to the front
door and peered out expectantly. She
left his overcoat and hat hanging on
the rack and always set a place for him
at the table. Her God seemed far
away, very exacting and impersonal.
Perhaps He had forgotten her. Then
came Bill’s death.
The others had kept from telling her
as long as possible for fear of the ter
rific shock. Unfortunate she read the
lurid newspaper account the next
morning at breakfast. The four re
maining children (Martha, the one girl,
had married) held their breaths; She
read on quietly until the very end, then
looked up over her glasses.
“That’s Bill what was killed, wasn’t
it?” she asked slowly. “Well, he’s
happy all right, but 1 guess it’s a
punishment onjpe for feelin’ about the
others the way I did. Them dyin’ was
God’s will same as this, but I ’most for
got it. For months I've been tryin’ to
figure what His idea is in lettin’ my
children die; it looks now os if I
done wrong in tryin’ to find out. What
He does, it's not for me to criticise.”
Leaving the boys still at the table
dumb with uncomprehension, she slow
ly rose and began piling up the dishes.
WINNIE WINKLE - - - -
- - By Branner
A&etvtos
I
If it had not been
for the nice old mag
ical hobby horae, the
Raggedya would
probably have been
captured by the two
mean old Witchea,
for Hazel Hagg '’ami
Heezy the Witch had
changed themselves
from Hippity Klinka
back into Witchea
again and had fol
lowed the Raggedya
to the home of the
nice little old lady.
But, the two
Witchea had hardly
started to tiptoe up
on the front porch of
the little old lady's
house when the hob
by horse spied them
and it only took him
two or three lifta of
hia wooden heels to
send t h e Witches
howling away
through the bushes.
Then the Ragge
dya and the little old
lady and kind Mr.
Fixus were left in
peace to drink the
sodas the little old *
lady fixed for them.
“Hazel Hagg has
bothered me’ ever
since she honrrl fKot
rRek^c.etJvj
maws been raisin cain with
ME FOR SETTIN'UP ALL HOURS
WITH THIS RADIO. BUT SHES
TIGHT ASLEEP NOW AN’ ILL
JES" TAKE A CRACK AT
SOME LONG DISTANCE
STATIONSBESf TIME
TO GET-'EM IS AROUNjO
TWO IN TH' MORNIN
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HELP!* i
ITS TH'- THJ
oev»oypi
H&P-MS
WHAT
IS IT
T~
WHAT5 a MATTER.
WITH YOU PEOPLE.
HAVE Y GONE
CRAZY??
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A WHY WOULDNY SHE MIS
TAKE YE FOR TH' DEVIL .
TROTTIN' AROUND TH-' ,
HOUSE AT THIS TIME O
NIGHT WITH A CON
TRAPTION LIKE THATON
YER HEAD?!’.YE LOOK
LIKE TH lDEVILUi
1 ? ... ® n'oe magical soda water foun
tain . the little old lady told Raggedy
Ann. “Isn’t it funny how there are
some folks in the world who think they
have a right to take things away from
other people?”
“Indeed it is strange,” Raggedy Ann
replied, “but those who take things
which do not belong to them are sure,
sooner or later, to get into trouble and
if they begin when they are small and
take things, then whan they grow up
they get worse and worse until finally
the policemen have to come and take
them and lock them up in prison! Then
they do not get to see their mammas
and daddys sometimes for years and
years!”
“Listen! What is that scratch
noise I hear?” Mr. Fixus asked. The
noise seemed to come from the fireplace
and running there and looking up, the
'ifSNiVYHjy
old lady cried, “Why! What do yon
think? The Witches are trying to get
down my chiir.i ci !“
This was quit/, .nn. The Witches,
finding the lonrs locked, had taken a
ladder, climbed to tV.o roof and both of
them were sliding ('own the chimney.
“Maybe if we had a clothea prop we
could poke up the chimney and give
them some hard thumps!” Raggedy
Andy said.
But there was no clothes prop in the
little lady’s living room, something else
had to be thought of quick, and it was
Mr. Fixus who did this.
Noticing that the little, old lady had
a lot of wood and shavings in the fire
place, Mr. Fixus ran there and, striking
a match, he soon had the fire blazing
and popping and crackling merrily.
When the smoke began rolling up the
chimney, the Witches let out a howl,
l
“Pot out that fire down there 1" they
cried. “How do you expect us to get
down and capture you through all this
smoke?” But every one of our friends
juat laughed, and Raggedy Ann called
up the chimney.
“Sillies! We do not wish you to cap
ture us! So you can just climb back
up the chimney and run home as fast
as you can.
And, of course, this was just what the
two mean creatures had to do, for the
heat from the fire was beginning to be
very unconjfortble. They scrambled
from the chimney covered with black
soot and scampered away through the
bushes towards the brook to wash the
smudge from their eyes. And so the
Rnggedys and their friends gat and en
joyed their visit with the little old lady
and drank the ice cream sodas from her
magical soda water fountain.
Little Stories For Bedtime
(Bjr THORNTON BURGESS)
CHATTERER AWAKES IN GREAT
FRIGHT
ALTj the rest of the afternoon after
he had defied rough Brother North
Wind to do his worst, Chatterer
the Red Squifrel dozed in his warm
bed in a hollow limb of the old apple
tree where he lived. Once in a while
he would wake up and chuckle to think
how he had dared rough Brother North
Wind and had called him a boaster.
Sometimes the old apple tree would
shiver and shake in a mighty blast from
rough Brother North Wind, but this
didn't trouble Chatterer a bit. Hadn’t
that tree done just the same thing in
the storms of many winters? So Chat
terer just turned over for another nap.
Just before dark Chatterer ate a good
supper from his store of corn and nuts,
peeped out to see what it was like out
side, and then went back to his warm
bed and in no time at all was sound
asleep. He had forgotten all about
rough Brother North Wind’s threat that
before the coming of the morn he would
mflfce Chatterer sorry that he hadn’t
held his tongue. Anyway he had thought
that was nothing but idle boasting on
the part of rough Brother North Wind.
Outside rough Brother North Wind
roared and howled louder than ever and
the snow fell faster than ever and was
blown this way and that way. It was
a terrible storm and as the night grew
older the storm grew more terrible.
Rough Brother North Wind seemed to
be in a terrible rage. He seemed to be
trying to show just how fierce and terri
ble and strong he could be. Over in
the Green Forest he was snapping off
great branches from the trees as if they
were but twigs in his icy fingers. But
Chatterer knew nothing of this and
slept on in comfort.
By and by Chatterer began to have
bad dreams. He dreamed that a terri
ble giant had caught him and was shak
ing him so that it seemed as if every
bone was becoming loose. Just as he
felt sure that in a minute he certainly
would fly to pieces he opened his eyes.
For a minute he couldn’t think where
he was, for it was very dark and he was
being shaken. Then he knew. He was
in his own bed in the hollow limb of the
apple tree was being shaken by rough
Brother North Wind, shaken as Chat
terer never had known it to be shaken
before.
Snap I That was the end of the very
limb in which he was I It had been
broken short off. Chatterer scrambled
to his feet and shook with fright A
draft of cold air came in at the open
end of the broken limb and the voice of
rough Brother North Wind seemed to
be shrieking with dreadful glee. The
old apple tree shook more than ever
and now Chatterer heard a sound that
made his heart come up in his throat.
At least that is the way it seemed. That
sound was a s^arp cracking sound and
it came from just back of him where
that hollow limb joined the trunk of
the tree.
“Oh, dear. Oh, dear me. What is
going to happen?” moaned Chatterer,
for not even in his bad dream had he
been more frightened than he was this
minute.
“Whoop! Whoopee! Whoop!” shouted
rough Brother North Wind outside, and
once more there was that dreadful
cracking sound.
Never in all his life had Chatterer
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“Oh deart oh dear me! What b going
to happenf" moaned Chatterer.
wanted to ran more than he wanted to
run then, but there was no place to run
to. He couldn't run out Into that dread
ful storm in the night, for there he
would not know which way to turn and
would soon freeze to death. No, all he
could do was to slay right where he was
and hope with all bis might that noth
ing bad would happen. And this is
what he did. There would be times
when it seemed as if rough Brother
North Wind had gone away. His voice
would sound as from a long distance
and Chatterer would begin to feel easier.
T.en without warning the old tree
would begin to shake again and Chat
terer would listen for that dread crack
ing sound.
It was a very different Chatterer sit
ting there in the night shaking with fear
from the one who had dared rough
Brother North Wind and treated him
with scorn early in the afternoon. Yes
indeed, it was a very different Chat
terer. And with all his heart he wished
he had kept his tongue still. Perhaps
if he had, Brother North Wind would
not have tried his strength on that old
apple tree.
New Year Wishes and Resolves. The
story of Chatterer’s experiences with
rough Brother North Wind will be con
tinued the day after New Year.
DRY AGENT HELD
IN STORY SLAYING
Henry Bolin Is Arrested At
Jonesboro, Ark.
(Bj- Associated Press.)
JONESBoBO, Ark., Dec. 30.—Henry
Bolin of near Hancock, Arkansas, was
arrested today on a warrant charting
first degree murder in connection with
the killing of L. E. Story, slain last
week by a party of prohibition officers
and possemen of which Bolin was a
member.
Bolin, through his attorney, instituted
habeas corpus proceedings before County
Judge C. B? Gregg, after he was brought
to Jonesboro tonight. Judge Greggcon
tinued the hearing until Wenesday
morning in order that the state might
prepare evidence.
Bolin was not placed in jail, but
Judge Gregg ordered that a deputy
sheriff be ordered to guard him until
the preliminary hearing Wednesday.
- The warrant was issued by Ivie
Spencer, deputy prosecuting attorney,
who has been conducting an investiga
tion since Story's death. Bolin’s barn
was burned a night or two after Story’s
death and threats alleged to have been
made against the posseman prompted
Thad W. Bowden, federal prohibition
director for Arkansas, to declare that
he would “if necessary send every mem
bers of his force to Mississippi county
in order to clean up the liquor law
violators.”
Both parties profit by use of Age- 1
Herald Want Ads. Sold before noon
is the frequent result of their use. '
Both parties profit by use of Age
Herald Want Ads. Sold before noon
is the frequent result of their use, i
TODAY’S SHORT
STORY
TWO YEARS AFTER
r' WAS nearly 6 o’clock when Mil
dred Holmes put the cover on her
typewriter and prepared to call it a
day and go home. Her employer, An
thony Mallard, had long since taken his
golf bag and departed in his roadster
for the country club. Most of Mal
lard's work was done mornings at the
courthouse, where he was recognised as
one of the leading young criminal law
yers.
Mallard did not know that Mildred
was working so late; and as the girl
slipped off her paper cuffs she tingled
a bit as she pictured just how the good
looking Tony Mallard would protest.
“Now, look here, Miss Holmes,” he
would say, as his dark brows would
come together in a frown that would be
amusing because of his effort to make
it appear severe, “there's no need of
this, you know. There's no need of
killing yourself, you know. Let the old
work go until tomorrow.”
That was Mallard; never worried,
brilliant, but lax about minor details.
And underneath that big frame of his
that had ripped football lines to shreds
in the not so distant college days was
a boy. Mildred Holmes was certain of
that. And that was why she brought to
her work a mothering, managing qual
ity that was more than could be ex
pected of a mere employe.
But Mildred Holmes felt herself to
be more than a mere employe; she was
the whole office force and would have
bitterly resented being provided with
any assistants. You see, she was deep
ly in love with Tony Mallard. She had
found that out months ago. She won
dered if Tony had found it out.
Going home that night she secpulated
on the question as she did nearly every
evening on that slow, tedious train ride
home. She had tried desperately not to
let him guess; but then there were al
ways telltale signs just as sue bad
found them in Tony. She was sure of
that. She was certain that Tony eared
for her as much, or nearly as much, as
she did for him. Of course, a man'is
not expected to be able to conceal his
thoughts so successfully as a woman
and a big and frank youth like Tony
Mallard is narer skilled in the art of
dissembling. Time after time those big,
clumsy fingers, those mute eyes, that
tongue that became suddenly inarticu
late-all had told plainly that she was
worth more to him than the salary he
paid her.
Of course those were little signs that
she was interpreting the way she wished
to. Tony Mallard had never said nor
done anything overt. He had been so
licitous about her family affairs, send
ing flowers daily when her mother was
sick; but he had never asked to call. He
had listened attentively to her descrip
tion of shows and parties, but he had
never invited her anywhere, not even
to lunch in two years.
Now the cynical outsider might say
that the pretty private secretary was
building castles on rather nebulous
foundation; but then the c. o. probably
never was in love. Mildred Holmes
was content to abide by her intuition.
Tonight, as she rode home on the train
she decided that it was time fdr her to
bring her employer to the speaking
point. »
She would plan it out tonight before
she fell asleep; meanwhile the had bet
ter glance over the paper before she
reached home or someone else would
get it first. The paper boy had left it
at the office as early as 4 o’clock, but
she hadn’t had time to look at it.
She unfolded the paper and an article
on the very front page near the bottom
caught her eye.
NOTED YOUNG ATTORNEY
ENGAGED TO MARRY
WEALTHY WIDOW
It was announced today that Mrs.
lone Winslow and Anthony Mallard
were engaged to be married. No fur
ther information other than the an
nouncement could be obtained up to the
time the paper went to press as neither
Mrs. Winslow nor Mr. Mallard could
be located.
Mrs. Winslow is a wealthy and at
tractive young widow, while Anthony
(“Hony”) Mallard is a leading young
lawyer and a former star football play
er.
The paper slipped from Mildred's
grasp. So that was why the Inquirer
had tried to get Mallard all afternoon.
Anthony Mallard was engaged to be
married. She was stunned by the In
formation. Blindly she left the train
at her station and walked the ihort dis
tance to her home where she went di
rectly to her room. She was too crush
ed for tears, for she did not know wheth
er to feel heartbroken at t£g loss of
Tony or angered because he had given
her false hopes or incensed at herself
for misconstruing incidents which, cold
ly dissected, appeared inconsequential.
By the time she was ready to retire
that night she had come to the con
clusion that all her suffering was her
fault. Anthony Mallard had never loved
her, she told herself, and had never in
tentionally led her to think so; she had
merely misinterpreted and exaggerated.
■She had been humiliating herself and
that must end. The first thing tomor
row she would resign, for to continue
would be more than qhe could bear.
All the way in the next morning Mil
dred stared blankly out the train win
dow, seeing nothing, as she revolved
over and over in her mind the manner
in which she would offer her resigna
tion.
Mallard was at his desk as she en
tered, and he glanced up with an ad
miring smile that completely unnerved
her. Because she had feared to show
the effects of Mallard’s engagement she
had taken extra pains with her appear
ance this morning and now apparently
Mallard was impressed.
“My—you look as refreshing as the
first rose of spring.”
Mildred flushed, and her prepared
speech of designation fled from her.
“I—I’m leaving for a new position
today.”
Mallard paled. “Leaving—leaving
me?” He swung away from her, but
when he, turned back there was a set
smile about his strong mouth for all of
a bashful glow over his tanned features.
“Maybe that is just as well. you
are working for someone else why. you
—why, I can ask you—er, to places.
That is—-would you go?” He was dread
fully embarrassed.
Mildred gasped; but before she could
answer the shrill ring of the telephone
cut in.
"Oh, bother,” exclaimed Mallard, but
he took advantage of the chance for a
delay.
He crossed to the phone. "Hello?
Oh, yes, that is all right. I found out
that none of your reporters was respon
sible and no harm was done. I'm sor
ry if I was a little bit rough yesterday.”
He hung up and came back. "You
know,” he said as if waiting to gather
himself, “a funny thing happened yes
terday. Mrs. Winslow engaged me for
that auto accident case of hers, and
OH! MAROY!
DV JOHN HELD J*
It must take a lot of Alrdale* to sup
ply the demand for fur coats, says
Margy.
some hysterical friends of hers tele
phoned in to the Inquirer that I was
engaged to instead of by Mrs. Winslow.
One edition carried it before I was able
to correct it.
"I hope you went home late because
—well, I wouldn’t want you to see that
in the paper, because—oh, this gives
me a chance to say something I couldn't
before because I was your employer and
I couldn’t very well ask you to go out.
I was afraid, but lately I have begun
to hope. Now you are going away. Well,
I have a position I have been holding
open for the right girl. I wonder if
you would accept it.”
Mildred colored. He was holding her
by both shoulders so that she had to
look up to him. “Can—can you recom
mend me?”
“Can I? Oh, Mildred.”
GREEN THE COLOR OF THE
MOMENT
All tones of green are especially
fashioned and a frock of chiffon which
shades through three colors is particu
larly lovely.
The Well-Dressed Man
By Beaunash
CLOTHES TO XXKT THE OBLIGATION OF EVERT OCCASION
Caps With Flaps
Not so many years ago, the cap was
the badge of the British tourist or of
the amiable Anglophile who borrowed
bis expressions, both facial and lin
guistic, from England, and who pro
nounced really to rhyme with jelly. To
day, like knickers and knitted jackets,
the cap has been absorbed into the
wardrobe of every well-dressed man the
world wide. Much of the recent decline
of the cap in the esteem of the discrim
inating was traceable to the melancholy
fact that this important article of dress
was worn out of its place and contrary
to its purpose,
The cap is wholly an accessory of
country, sports and motoring. It no
more belongs upon city streets than do
white flannel trousers, or tennis
‘'sneakers,” or polo helmets, or Tam
o'-Shanters. A cap is the most infor
mal type of headwear that one can as
sume and must be worn “far from the
maddening crowd's ignoble strife,” to
lapse into poverty. Thirf rule is un
budging. The man who is seen under
a cap in town, except in an automobile,
argues himself ignorant of or indiffer
ent to correct practice. Moreover, the
cap should, prefirnbly, accompany
knickers, not trousers to which it Is un
suited. Knowing when and where to
wear clothes is just as important as
knowing what to wear.
Besides the caps of conventional
shape in plain colors, stripes, plaids,
shepherds’ checks, heather-hued inter
mixtures and the like, there are many
special pull-over types for cold weather,
one of which is illustrated here. This
has a drop-back with side-flaps to keep
'he neck and ears warm. To be sure,
this is not in any sense the only style
to follow. It merely shows how the
man whose creed is comfort and noth
ing else may procure caps with special
features of one sort or another.
Quite naturally, the winter sports al
low one to bundle up in a rugged, pic
turesque way. However, this does not
mean looking like a comic edition of
Ali Baba or one of his Forty Thieves.
Nothing that is not good taste is good
style. Always, the cardinal considera
tions are practicalness to the purpose,
seasonableness to the climate and be
¥
comingness to the individual. Fashiou
is never ridiculous, though many
thoughtless practitioners of it are.
Today’s Thought
By REV. KENJfKT ' OWtVs
“For they also built th r high nieces,
and images."—I K ugs 14-23.
They built them images o! gold
In mighty places of th. earth.
Forgetting in their selfishness
The God who gave them birth.
But He remembers all they do
And marks it on His golden cb’.r.
Then balances the thing' men do
With the empty silence of the inert
Somewhere beyond this selfishnaaa
* Returns to mock them through the
years,
Nor can their creed of gaining gold
Be washed out with repentant tears.
He only knows that man must earn
Forgiveness on the bended knee,
And show by acts and acts alone
Our right to win eternity.
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(Second Floor)
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Children’s
Coveralls,
48c
—Durable khaki cloth.
Plain or trimmed in red.
(Second Floor)
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MEN’S UNION
SUITS
—Heavy weight,
toll bleached,
ribbed union
suits. Priced
special for to
day only.
$1-95
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(First
Floor)
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Men’s Velour
Hats
$1.95
—Here’* a chance to get a good
looking, fine, silky velour hat
at a pick up price. Only a few
of these left, and they must go
today. That’a why they’re
priced so low.
(Flrat Floor)
YARD GOODS
Velvets, Yard
—Out they go! f
Some sold (or f
,7.95, $9.95,
,6.95 a yard:
none lees than
,5.95. 40 to
45 Inches wide.
Black and colors.
(Main Floor,
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$8 Silk Comforts
—Today only.
Silk covered
comforts, fig
ured centers,
solid color bor
ders. Also half-wool comforts.
Priced special one day only at
this price.
(Main Floor)
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56-Inch Velours
— All wool,
■ ponied and •
shrunk. Check
and plaid vel
ours. Hair line
series that sold for 12.98 to
$3.48 a yard. Attractive pat
terns. Never offered at this
low price before.
(Main Floor)
Satin Baby
Comforts $ A.98
—Satin covered
crib comforts,
some filled with
100 per cent
new wool. They
sold for $4.95 and $5.95. Beau
tiful quality. Priced clean up.
Today only.
(Main Floor)
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WOMEN’S UNION
SUITS ,,
All a t a e a.
French Band
top, knee length
onion antta.
(Second
Floor
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Children’s Wool
Dresses
$2*95
—Attractive all wool jersey
dresses, prettily trimmed in
hand embroidery. Panty style.
(Second Floor)
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Men’s Suits
and
Overcoats
—Your last chance this year
to buy a suit and overcoat at
such savings. Our regular
$19.95 and $24.50 suits and
overcoats priced to close
out. Including popular pin
stripes, poudre blue, blacks,
browns, and also blue serge
suits. The overcoats are
also fashioned of fine qual
ity materials in desirable
colors.
No Charge For Alterations.
First floor
Women’s
—Not again «oon will you have
an opportunity to buy coats like
these at such remarkable savings.
—Coats modeled along pleasing
lines, of the finest materials, some
plain, others trimmed in luxurious
fur. In this lot are coats for all
types and sixes.
Do not let such a wonderful
opportunity go by.
Third Floor
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