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GOSSIP FROM BOOKLAND.
F. Hopklnson Smith Is one of those mei who does extremely well a variety of things, not le^st amon^ which ig to tell a simple narrative with dramatic nov elty and charm. We Kave all read and loved ‘'Colonel Carter of Cartersvllle,” "A Day at Laguerrles" and others of Mr. Smith's famous stories. Now he gives us another work, “A Gentleman Vaga bond" and some other short stories, most of which are up to the author's best work. In a quaint Introductory note the au thor tells us he has scattered gentlemen vagabonds and vagabond gentlemen through the book, also a gentleman or two, pure and simple, and the reader, he says can group them to suit his own experience. This will not prove an ar duous task, for surely no one would pick out Major Slocombe for the gentleman, pure and simple or Mr. Bosk for the vag abond gentleman. The Initial story, from which the book derives its name, is to mind the best, pro vided the reader enjoys Jocularity and humor in his short stories rather than the pathetic prosaic. “T6 He on a divan, reach out one arm, and with the ex penditure of less energy than would open a match-box, to press a button summon ing an attendant with all the unlimited comforts of life—juleps, cigars, coffee, cocktails, morning papers, fans, matches out of arm's reach, everything that soul could covet and heart long for; to see all these several commodities and luxur ies develop, take shape and materialize while he lay Hat on his back—this to the major was civilization." At any rate, who will deny that the major was a man of discrimination and sound judgment? This first story Is really worth the price of the book. After a most vivid and lu cid portrayal of this quaint character, "the major,” who has unwittingly let the reader into his private affairs by the dis covery of a "po'terhousc steak,” tucked away snugly in bis bag with paper leath er sides, one enjoys all the more the grandiloquent style In .which the major, having returned to his ancestral hall, and while toying with his knife, says with an air of great deliberation: "Gen tlemen, when I was In New York I dis covered that the fushionable dish of the day was a po'terhouse steak; so when I knew you were coming I wired my agent in Baltimo' to go to the Lexington mar ket and to send me down on Ice the best bteak he could buy fo’ money. It is now hefo' you Jack, shall I cut you a piece of the tenderloin?” • * • In a quaint new binding of deep blue and gold comes that ever famous poem of the Pilgrims by a loved author— Longfellow’s ‘‘Courtship of Miles Stand ish,” making an attractive holiday gift. The poet said while writing this poem, now many years ago, "My poem is in hexameters; an ideal of the old colony times. What it will turn out I tfo not know: but it gives me pleasure to /rite It, and that I count for something.” The charm of the poem is much enhanced by the illustrations from noteworthy de signs by artists—Houghton, Hitchcock, Reinhart and others—long familiar with old colonial life, which the appendix of notes and illustrations clears and ex plains many an historical reference. "Like a picture it seemed of the primitive pastoral ages, Fresh with the youth of the world and re calling Rebecca and Isaac, Old and yet ever new, and simple and beau tiful always. Love immortal and young in the endless succession of lovers. So through the Plymouth woods passed on ward the bridal j>rocession." • * • No doubt it will be of interest to many in the city to know that a story of the yellow fever epidemic which raged in Memphis In 1878, has been written, and Is entitled "Dear Little Marchioness.” It is the tale of a child’s faith and love, and the author, whose name does not appear, was one of the devoted nurses during those terrible times. The book Is taste fully bound and aptly illustrated. • * * Mrs. M. E. M. Davis is a New Orleans writer, the wife of one of the editors of the Picayune, and, It is said, in her series of sketches called “In War Time at La Rose Banche," she has given the most perfect picture ever written of planta tion life during the war. Mrs. Davis is a native of Alabama, but she has for many years resided in New Orleans. Her home, once occupied by Oen. Andrew Jackson, Is a favorite social and literary center. A new work just out by Mrs. Davis is "Under the Man Fig," in an unusually attractive cover of green, with black trimmings. Of the old town In which .the scenes of the story are laid the author says In the prologue: "The gray, weath er-beaten old stores, fronting the river drowse in the mellow sunshine like con tented old folks, who could, if they would, wake up and babble of past glories with the best—for short, the old town, the lovablest. old-timest, easy goinest old town that ever was—sits there by the river, hugging its traditions and hoarding its stories, of which it has enough to make a new ‘Thousand and One Nights.’ 'Under the Man Fig’ is one of these.” If the story under the title of “Man Fig” has a weak point it is In Ihe con struction of the plot. The central point is the representation of Ihe fearful ca lamities that grew from tho murmurings and gossips under the Man-Fig. blast ing the fair name nnd honor of a brave soldier and respectable citizen, entailing the misery and death of those nearest and dearest to him, and yet. while the reader may be ready to grunt that an untold amount of harm and mischief is often done by such wanton gossip, yet one feels that the effect was strained and a little over done, nnd the conse quences of a much more serious nature than is warranted: but, aside from this, what a pure, sweet love story It is. de voted to the delineations of those scenes, whose pictures are familiarly dear, the fast fading life of the old south. This fi delity to truth, united to a high Imagi native quality in her work, makes the stories of Mrs. Davis unusually attrac tive, and her portrayal of the happy, faithful old negro characters are wonder fully life like. ” 'Lib,' she whispered, 'has you been put on de block?' Liberty nodded. " ‘Den who—who is yo' new marster?’ " ‘Mars Van Herrin,' shouted Lib, jumping to his feet and lifting her in his powerful arms. ‘Me and de dog lias cum home, Betty! Home, gal! Fer do res’ of our lives. Me an’ Miss Elinore’n old dog! De patter-roller aln‘ gwinc fer hah er chance to ketch me no mo'! I gvvtne ter cut wood an' fetch water fer de laklles black ’oman In Texas!1 ” 'Git along, you fool nigger,* cried Betty. “And their joyous laughter rang in chorus upon the still air.” Madame de Jolibols Is unique in her untiring efforts to deceive herself, as well as everyone else, as to the charac ter of that renegade husband of hers, and she and her maiden sister. Miss Se rena. add their full quota of merriment to the story. Olive Herring nnd Dun can defray are pure lovable characters, and the story Itself an interesting one that w ill not fall to claim many readers. • • * There are two writers in the south, well known and widely read, who por tray the pathetic, homely life of the darkey with a truthfulness nnd vivacity that Is life-like and genuine. One is Itulh MeEnery Stuart, and can any fa miliar delineation of the darkey com pare with "The Widder Johnslng?” The other is the successful and loved au thor, Thomas Nelson Page, who belongs to one of the oldest and most aristocratic JL r families In America. It Is a remarkable fact to know tijjU. “Marse Chau" was pigeon-holed several yearg before it was published, for the lack of a publisher; but not so remarkable that Mr. Page Im mediately forsook law for literature when It was published. "Marse Chau" made an Imipedtate success and has re mained the favorite of all the stories by Mr. Page. It was from these stories that the author made his selections when he read before a Birmingham audience several years since, One of the most original, plaintive stories In the collection was "Unc Edin burgh,” which has now been published by itself in a dainty binding, forming an exquisite little gift-book. The Illustra tions. which are a beautiful addition to the story, are the work of B. West Cline dlnst, a young Virginia artist, and one who never falls to give to his work earnestness and versatility. His name may be seen affixed to many charming illustrations, but nowhere has he made quite the popular success found In the Illumination of the text of Thomas Nel son Page's "Unc Edinburg." Being a native of Virginia, his famil iarity with the scenes described and thorough appreciation of the old-time ne gro character,enables him to comprehend the true spirit of Mr. Page’s story. • * • “ ‘You couldn’ spile Christmas den, no ways,’ he repeated, reflectingly, while his little mules trugged knee-deep through the mud. “ "Twas Christmas den, sho’ ’nough,’ he added, the fires of memeory smolder ing, and then as they blazed into sud den flame he asserted positively: ‘Dcse heah free issue niggers don' know what Christmas Is. Hawg meat an’ pop crack ers don’ meek Christmas. Hit teckg ole times to meek a sho’-’nough, tyahln' down Christmas. Gord! I's seen 'em! But de wuss Christmas I ever seen turned out de best In de een,' he added, with sudden warmth, ‘an’ dat wuz de Christmas me an’ Marse George an’ Re veller all got drowned down at Brax ton’s Creek. You’s hearn 'bout dat?’ ” Here Mr. Page has a story to tell, and he makes Unc Edinburgh tell It with directness and truth, evincing through It all the humorous gayety and devotion of the old-time darky, a faithful portray al of times that are past, but which bring tender and dear memories of childhood days. * * * I don't think quite so estimable a work was ever written for the young folks as •'The Century Books for Young Ameri cans,” by Elbrldge S. Brooks. It is the story of the government for the past 100 years. A party of boys and girls, who knew how to use their eyes and ears, travel with their uncle, and by that use of a child's prerogative, "pertinent ques tions.” found out all about the govern ment of the United States. It also has any number of pictures of people and places that have made America famous. The work is published under the aus pices of the National Society of th” Sons of the American Revolution, and quite a pretty letter from their president general forms the Introduction. The text is so concisely, comprehen sively and pithily written that I know of many "grown-up people” who have found the work vastly entertaining, in structive and delightful reading, giving the salient points of our country's his tory. as it were, in a nutshell for the reader’s edification. PAUL PRY. Rich Newsboys. This reference to Journalism leads me to mention the death of George I. Tyson, who was really the most wonderful news boy in New York. He began selling pa pers up-town and worked up a thriving trade, but when the Fifth Avenue hotel was built he made a higher move by leasing the exclusive news privilege. This he found so profitable that he se cured a similar privilege in other hotels, and as his traffic Included general light literature and also cigars he made money rapidly. He became, Indeed, so promi nent a dealer that the American News company was glad of his assistance, and before he had long been a stockholder he was elected president. This office he held at the time of his death. He also had the news privileges In eighteen ho tels, and as his estate is valued at $500, 000, It certainly is wonderful success for one who started life with a few news papers. Speaking of newsboys, it is surprising that the leading Journalists have done so little for the lodging house erected for that needy and deserving class. Horace Greeley bequeathed It $2000, but he did a great deal for the newsboys before he died, and his example should be followed. I once saw a newsboy try to sell Greeley a Tribune. It was in the early days of the great editor, and he was talking with a friend who appreciated the uninten tional Joke. "Carrying coals to New castle,” was Greeley's exclamation, hut before he could hand a quarter to the lad the latter was seeking a more attrac tive customer, for Greeley's appearance was to a stranger rather unfavorable. Next to Tyson was John Hoey. also a newsboy, who ro6e to great distinction and wealth, but In later days fell under bad Influences. The newsboy as a class originated with the Sun, for previously the papers were delivered solely by car riers. Bennett found them of great ser vice in selling the Herald, and from this small beginning that system arose which has at last reached the present immense extent.—New York correspondence Troy iTiines. _ General Miles’ Ambition. Chicago Times-Herald. Probably most people know that Gen eral Miles has an ambition, a very high and noble ambition. It is to be presi dent of the United States and command er-in-chief of the army and navy. Just when or by what means this ambition was planted within him Is not known, hut it Is there and has been there a long time. To this day General Miles believes that sooner or later he will be nominated for president by one or the other of the great parties and it doesn't make any difference to him which. The handsome general has quarreled with more than one fellow officer who made bold to rid icule this praiseworthy ambition of his, and military men with sharp tongues, having a recent example in mind, may .do well to beware the barracks and the court-martial. Doubtless General Miles would make a good president, but he will err seriously if he attempts to carry on a presidential campaign from the headquarters of the general of the army. The gossips about the war department amt the Army and Navy club will have it that both President Cleveland and Sec retary Lament have their eyes on Miles, and fun Is expected in the future. There Is no harm in giving a little of the secret history of General Miles’ pro motion. President Cleveland did not want to promote Miles. He did want to promote General Roger, letting Miles take his turn later on. General Miles has been fortunate in making friends throughout his career, and these friends, many of them men of prominence and In fluence, came to the front in his behalf during the last two months. These good friends, among them a number of Chi cago men. convinced Secretary Lamont that Miles ought to have the honor. La- ! mont. In turn, though not without some difficulty, convinced President Cleveland. Miles won, but it was a close decision on the part of the umpire. Open a grocery account with John Fox’s Sons for the month of December on trial. They sell the highest grades of fan cy groceries and always carry the fullest stock in the city. ll-30-2t _ Old papers for sale cheap at this office. OUR SOCIAL WORLD. (Continued From Eighth Page.) was enjoyed by a large audience, which manifested its appreciation by the warm est applause. The following very fine programme was faultlessly rendered: Sonate for piano and violin, Op. 25 (Goldmark); allegro moderato; andante sostenuto; adagio con molto express. Songs, (a) "Sunshine In the Heart” (Scharwenka); (b) “Cradle Song" (Wle gand); (c) "When Love Is Kind” (Wer fier). Sonate for piano, A major (Gucken berger); allegro moderato; adagio relig li oso; scherzo—allegretto; rondo—alle gretto. Violin solo, polonaise (Laub). Songs, (a) Where'er You Walk, "Sem ele” (Handel); (b) "Mona” (Adams). Sonate for piano and violin, No. 6 (Bee* thoven); first movement. Mrs. John C. Henley yesterday after noon gave a beautiful progressive lunch eon to thirty-one of her young la-dy friends, at her artistic home on Fifth avenue. The rooms were aglow with chrysanthemums, carnations and roses, and when the pretty young girls arrived they were presented with a lovely pink or white rose, and during the afternoon they progressed according to the color of their roses. There were five tables at which the guests were seated, and each one was exquisitely decorated in a dif ferent color, and carried out a certain sentiment. The first table was in yellow, with embroideries in that color, and can delabra and candles decorated with yel low shades and ribbons. The sentiment of this table was written upon a pretty card, it was the beginning of happiness and was styled “Acquaintance.” The second table was In red, with embroid eries, candelabra, etc., in this color, and it stood for “Friendship.” The third table was adorned with blue embroideries, candelabra, shades and ribbons, and was "Love.” The fourth table had lovely pink embroideries, candelabra decorated with the same dainty color, and this table was “Courtship.” The fifth table was very lovely in white embroideries, white candelabra decorations and other appointments, and represented, as it should, “Marriage.” The conceit was as dainty and beautiful as possible, and the luncheon was one of the most notable and delightful of the season. At every table stood a handsome piano lamp, with shade to match the color of the table decorations. The menu was very elabor ate and delicious, and was served in twelve courses. Mrs. Henley gave great pleasure by her beautiful hospitality yesterday to the following young ladies: Misses Annie Brewer, Alma Lane, Mar garet Smith, Mattie Webb,Bertha Wood ward. Lila Smith, Kate Earle. Irene Dozier, Kate Hogan. Sarah Hogan, Dolly Weir, Annie Redd, Lucy Martin, Alva Bradford, Amy Jordan, Mollie Jordan, Elise Ball, Margie Hooper, Patti Ruff ner, Mamie Pearson, Lucille Smith, Mary Virginia Graves, Augusta Sharpe, Lizzie Hutton, Mary George Linn, Carrie Browne, Elizabeth Sowell and Messrs. Dixon, Foree and Ramsey. The perfection and beauty of the pres ent day calendars constantly evoke the enthusiastic admiration of art critics. One Is almost willing to let the days and months slip by told in such wealth of color and beauty of design as enrich the calendars for the coming year. Messrs. Smith and Montgomery have a number of very beautiful ones; especially fasci nating are the "Calendars of Roses" and “Calendar of Pansies,"which are decorated with splendid bunches of roses and pansies In the most artistic water color tints. The “Gems of the Ballet" and the “Gems of the Stage” are two other handsome calendars, each of which contains bewitching pictures of famous actresses and dancers In water colors. ... Mr. John Henley is spending a few days with his parents, Dr. and Mrs. A. T. Henley, en route from the exposition to the State university. PILLARS OF FIRE IN MID-AIR Magnificent Scene Witnessed Off the Alaskan Coast—Twenty Volcanoes in the Aleutian Chain. San Francisco Chronicle. The revenue cutter Commodore Perry returned yesterday from a northern sea, where she has been confronted every night for weeks by a gigantic line of fire. As Captain Smith expresses it: "The devil’s stokers have been stirring up the subterranean sea of flames that is supposed to lie thousands of feet under the Behring's bed, and as a consequence fully twenty of the forty volcanoes in the Aleutian chain are now active.” The line of islands lying between the Behring sea and the Pacific ocean belong to the United States, and on them are probably the only active volcanoes lying within American territory. Much has been written of Bogaslov island, which has been throwing up a cloud of steam at times for years, but it was supposed that all the other peaks on this singular line of islands were extinct craters only. Now, as far as the eye can reach, from any point in the Behring sea adjacent or even at a distance from the famous seal islands, the rising smoke and steam can be seen in both directions. The eruption is general and so very lively that at night the airy columns take on the reflections of the fires deep in the earth beneath the craters. Nowhere else on the globe can such a sight be wit nessed. According to Captain Smith it is as wonderful as the fiery mysteries on Hawaii. In the daytime only the white smoke or steam is visible. As dusk comes and darkness follows the wonder grows. The brighter columns show up in the cold Alaskan night first, and as it gets dark other vivid curls of smoke are to be seen at greater distances. Sometimes, when the position of the observer is advanta geous, a dozen or fifty of these modern pillars of fire are in sight. It is thought that as the winter comes on the beauty of this strange scene will increase, but few will be the beholders then, for the chilly northern sea is de serted by the time November sets in. Even the whalers will be away from the nightly show of nature’s fireworks, for they are now seeking shelter in the coves and Inlets off the Arctic, hundreds of miles further north than these volcanoes. While the Perry expedition was in the Behring, though much of the time It was misty and foggy, and often, even at night, the view of the mighty escape valves was entirely obstructed by the haze. The show of subterranean force Is the most noteworthy ever observed on Amer ican soil. Aa proof of the mighty power that is at work beneath the islands a neck of land has been forced up out of the sea between Bogasloy and old Bogas loy and the islands are now one. It is queer looking land, one of the pc-r-v shown on the chart as connecting the Behring sea with the greater ocean to the southward. The rocks in this neck' are manifestly of volcanic origin, black and smooth In surface, as if once melted. “I have my own theory about the erup tion," said Captain Smith of the Perry yesterday. “I believe there is a lake of fire far down in the earth that connects with the outlets of those volcanoes in the north and also with the volcanoes in Central America. I am told that in the Central Amoidcan states the volcanoes are especially active Just now. While there is no great eruption reported, there is a steady activity, Just such activity as is observed on that chain of islands that I have been looking for all summer. I believe that the whole lake of Are is now boiling, and better than ever, and that thfs state of great activity beneath the surface of the earth, perhaps many taifts, is the cause of the rising smoke gna steam Jp the north, and at the same ■tlmf of the clouds of smoke and the flow of lgva in the south. The Commodore Perry was guarding the sealing grounds and cruising after epSpng schooners in Behring seq. She first had what is termed tne thlrty-miie zone around in the Pribylov islands and then the sixty-mile zone. In hunting for the “wary sealers in the extensive spread of sea she was brought close to the Aleu tian chain at many different points, and had, consequently, an excellent chance to observe the great change that has been going on. There are forty volca noes on the line of islands, and Captain Smith is sure that at this time It is not in the least exaggeration to say that half of them are smoking. LIFE IN NEW GUINEA. Strange People, Animals and Birds Tliat In habit the Country. Lipplncott's Magazine. The only white man known to have crossed the Island of New Guinea from shore to shore, to have actually traversed the vast unknown Interior and seen the aboriginal Papuans face to face in their native forests, is Van Gestel. "I stated in 1874 from the mouth of the Fly river, in the gulf of Papua, on the south coast of New Guinea, to run the frontier line. There was talk at that time of the annexation of New Guinea by the government of Queensland, Aus tralia, and so the Dutch government resolved to define Its possessions. I en tered Papua with a detachment of 100 Dutch soldiers in their tidy uniforms of light blue linen, and a band of as many coolies to carry supplies. "The Interior of New Guinea is one vast mass of upheaved granite, without traces of minerals or metal ores, the strata tilted and piled topsy-turvy. Everywhere the work of volcanic erup tions is to be seen. Such a thinly popu lated region, considering the fact that it was an absolutely new country and the fruits and small game were so plen tiful, I did not suppose could exist. The natives we saw from time to time, at a distance mostly; they went entirely naked. Their buttocks extended out 8 and even 10 Inches, this repulsive deform ity constituting a fleshy support amply capable of sustaining a child in a sitting position. Nor was this their most mark ed peculiarity. Some of the nursinf? mothers threw their breasts back over their shoulders or under their arms, at will, to feed the Infant carried In a sling between their shoulders. "The Papuans are a very unattractive race to look upon. In arms they were primitive to a degree that was astound ing They had neither bows nor spears that I saw, their only weapons being stone hatchets. Of the use of metals they seemed to be entirely Ignorant. In the dry seasons they made their homes in caves, which they found or excavated for themselves. Some of these cave dwellings I visited, discovering frag ments of their repast and occasionally a broken stone ax. In the rainy seasons they live high in the trees, where they build runde houses of sticks laid around and entertwined with the branches, thatdhed with dried alang-alang, and reached by shaggy looking stick ladders. "Most startling was the solitude, the destitution of life and motion, in the greatj central plateaus which we reached In oui- gradual ascent from the river lev el. Tfhere were plenty of small creatures of the squirrel tribe, some of the peculiar nig-tieaded deer we have in Java, and an occasional tiger cat, rather handsome than hurtful looking. That was all. I saw In-my wide Journey from the jnouth of the Fly river on the southeast coast of Geeivlnk bay on the northwest not a single beast of prey, unless those pretty little'spotted tree cats could be dignified by that name. Not a kangaroo of either the tree climbing or- grass-jumping va riety was seen, nor any of the dingos or wild dogs elsewhere reported. I did see a number of specimens of the great bat called by the natives kalong or ‘flying dog,’ with its curious coat of light brown hair and Its wing expanse of 6 feet— truly a formidable looking creature, but not hurtful as I found it. "But the birds there is, I verily believe, a vaster profusion of more beautiful tints and delicate plumage In New Guinea than anywhere else in the world. They fairly flamed through those sombre forests, which but for their bright hues and sharp cries would have been funer eally suggestive. What a paradise the Interior of New Guinea would be for a naturalist! From the great cebu, which devours stones, and the cassowary, through all the species of peafowl and I he birds of paradise, down to the cock atoos and the wood pigeons, there were birds of beauty in never ceasing variety of numbers. “At suitable stations along the route I had the soldiers nail up on trees the Dutch flag and iron charts of the Dutch coat of arms, on most of which no white man's eyes have since fallen. When we reached Geeivlnk bay, and realized that our task was finished, and that Holland's part of New Guinea was so definitely de termined then and henceforth that no other nation could lay claim to It, we gave a rousing cheer, and It must have been music In the ears of the solitary postholder whom the government had even then for some years maintained on the roast. The poor fellow probably didn't see a friendly face more than half «. dozen limes a year. He lived In a block house, watching the coaling station for the Dutch war vessels in those waters.” your child You note the difference in children. Some have nearly every ailment, even with the best of care. Others far more exposed pass through unharmed. Weak children will have continuous colds in winter, poor digestion in summer. They are with out power to resist disease, they have no reserve strength. 5cott’s Emulsion pf cod-liver oil, witti hypo phosphites, is cod-liver oil partly digested and adapted to the weaker digestions of children. Sc$tt A Bownb , Chemists, New York. 50c. «nd $1.00 H. Chairsell, Dealer in Hay, Straw, Corn, Oats, Bran, Cotton Seed Meal, Hulls. Flour, Corn Meal, Salt and Rock Salt, Wheat, Rye and Barley for seed. We handle first-class goods and guarantee as represented. Give us a call and be convinced. H. Chairsell, 1612 and 1615 First Avenue. auci9-eod-tf _ __CLAIBETTE SOAP. Love Lightens Labor so does Clairette Soap. This great cleanercome9 to woman’s aid on wash-day and every day. Makc9 her work a matter of love instead of drudg ery. Try it. Sold everywhere. Made only by The N. K. Fairbank Company, St. Louli. The Trade Palace SPECIAL SALE OP FINE LADIES’ JACKETS FOR THIS WEEK. All this season’s goods in plain and rough effects at actual New York cost. The weather was too warm and we are over stocked, consequently they will be closed out as above stated. 60 of those fine Berlin Capes that are worth from 515 to £25 apiece will be sold this week for $7.50 to $12.50 each. 50 Diagonal Double Capes, worth 55.00 each, to be closed out at $298. DreSs Paterns. 500 Dress Patterns for holiday presents in Cheviot, Serges, Hen riettas' and Fancy Novelties from $3.50 to $5.75 complete. .. .. I-1 . II I . ■ ^ 50 Dozen Ladies’ Vests, extra heavy qual ity, at 15c each. lOO Dozen Ladies’ Seamless Fast Black Hose at 12 l-2c, worth 20c. IOO Boy’s Juvenile Suits of the very best make, such as you pay in the clothing houses $5, $6 and $7 a suit, you can buy them at the Trade Palace for $2,40 to $3.75 a suit. A LOT OF Infant’s Cashmere and Eiderdown Cloaks 50 Cents on the Dollm-. in English Sateens at 58c apiece. THE TRADE PALACE, 1921 and 1923 Second Avenue, Birmingham, Ala. HERE AT LAST! And Exhibiting for Cfj&nitiJ. WHO ? Barney Baldwin, TflE BROKEN NECK WONDER He is Here With His Mammoth Museum! Located in Opera House Block, Next Door to Entrance. Go and see this remarkable man and sea him place his head on his chest as repre sented In picture. Will open today. Admission to all, 10 Cents. Fathers and mothers, take your children to see this man and his entertainment. Doors open 1 to S and 7 to 10 p. m. Children Cry for Pitcher’s CastorlaJ