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W • ,,1 y out for more business We’re mvirm lots of goods for little money. We do business in our up-to-date way. We pay spot cash for every article
" ' ,C ' ^'"'12 cZ«ZSore. We exchanging L kind of goods J people wan, a, a m.ghty small advance.over wholesale pnces.
Have’you ever dealt here? If not, we want you to see us. W e want >ou to know that th
is a store of this magnitude in Wheeling.
fThis Dress Goods Department is so
thronged with buyers:
this week will buy Heavy Double Warp
lilack French Serge. Maybe there
won’t be a crowd of buy, rs when, the
Quality is seen.
Chffs week will buy Gilbert's 54-inch
■wide all wool Cloth Suiting—Black
and all colors. We've sold many a
yard long since at 75e.
this week, over 1"" - yl a or Novelty
Dress Goods, all wool, silk and wool,
Doucle effects, and the best Henrietta
Cloths and French Surges, ever offered
for the price. Regular t>5 and 75c qual
ities in this great collection of Drtss
(tiouds to be sold at 49c.
59c TO $3.48.
W'e want every lady n this city to
geo this gr- u display of fine Suitings,
•whether you’v* b n buying : tills city
or elsewhere. We’ve got a stock of
Dress Goods that will in: rest >"011. and
you'll find price- here for same quality
much lower than elsewhere.
Will you look?
Curtain Stretchers.
We have about one dozen regular
$1.75 Curt Stretchers, with easels,
that wc will sell this week a: $1.19.
Two departments that are crowded all
the time.
this week, fifty styles Figured Taffetta
Silks on sale a: 4S*c. New. stylish ef
fects, right from th manufacturers.
We’d like to have your opinion as to
value and style.
will boy the bes' gride Waist Silk: also
choice of 1' pie< - Damask Silks; also
Black Gros Grain Satin Duchess and
Armure Silk.-, qualities that have been
readily sold at $1.00.
for Croise Silk Velvets, black and all
staple and new shades; quality same
a-s ’his and every other store have been
selling at $1.25.
for 20-inch wide Black Velour Velvets—
so much in demand for capes.
for 31-inch wide Silk Velour Velvets, t
■hat art . we think, as good as any
wo ve ever sold at $2.50.
Have you visited and inspected the
new prices in the Art Department?
Lots of people have. The new man
ager of this department knows her bus
iness. and ha a grm collection cf
Stamped Linens, etc., that are selling
rapidly. ,
Competitors aro doing wonders when
they have “special sales” and sc-ll* car
pets within 10 to 25 per cent, as low as
our regular every-day- prices. This
Fall s risen we’ve sold more Carpets
th-n in any former two seasons in this
store’s IS years’ business experience.
Not much wonder when you see the
stock and hear the prices.
Every grade, every style that’s new,
you’ll find here.
We're going to outdo ourselves this
week by offering seventv-flve pieces
Wilton Velvet Carpets at 68c yd. Look
around and see if it is not the identical
quality that the furniture stores are
trying to sell at 9oc yd., and that at a
“special sale.”
Will buy the finest grade of Wilton
Moquc : :e Carpets. We had a window
full of them some time since. In three
days’ time every yard of the 35 pieces
wore sold. This time we’ve got double
the quantity. Tills you’ll find the
gr .ites- value in fine Carpetings ever
offered hereabouts.
this week, we offer for sale 500 Fur
Rugs in black, gray or white. These
are the b-st quality Deodorized Fur
Rugs. You know the regular price.
5.000 feet Window Shades, mounted
on best spring rollers. Other houses
advertise ’hese at “tpeoral sales" at
25c. Calculate the percentage you save.
‘ $2.98.
{■to her-: quality largest size Moquette
Rug- ♦.» be >ld this price. Not long
since $5.00 was the price.
Tho great collection of new Fall and
Winter Wraps, bought here from the
best cloak makers in the land, bought
right, and the small profit, one-price
system is bringing the buyers hare.
Do you want to invest. $2.50 or $100?
You will no doubt find it here, and find
it at a saving.
Hundreds have been sold the past
few weeks of this elegant, either Beaver
or Bouele Jackets or Capes. Jackets
made right up to date, Mellon sleeve,
tailor stitched seams, complete in fin
ish, at $4.S5.
At these prices we are showing doz
ens and dozens of styles of Jackets and
Cloth, Plush or Velvet Capes, either
4 or 6 large button Jackets, Bouele, Mel
ton or Beaver.
Several dozen styles Jackets and
, Capes to select from at this price, any
desirable length, every fashionable ma
terial. Especial attention is called to
the 30-inch long Plush Cape with heavy
Satin lining, trimmed either in brown,
martin or thibet, at $9.85. We believe
most storekeepers will ask $15.00 for
no better. Look and see.
Fur Capes $4.05 on up to $92.75.
Children’s Eiderdown Cloaks, Angora
Fur trimmed, at 59c, 98c, $1.19, $1.44
and on up. Hundreds hore to select
I from.
Children’s Jackets.
Made of good heavy cloth, with large
sleeves, at $1.98 and $2.48; any size 6 to
14 years.
Misses’ Jackets $1.98 to $15.90.
Spend an hour in this great big Cloak
Department. Every garment marked
in plain figures. Customers under no
circumstances will be urged to buy.
10-4 Grey Blankets at. 49c pair
' Crib Blankets at . 25c each
5-lb. White Blanker at- 98c pair
All Wool White Blankets at.$2.48 pair ,
All Wool Scarlet Blankets at. 2.48 pair
Country Barred Blankets at. 2.48 pair !
Full lino of Bed Comforts at 73c, 98c,
$1.19, up to finest Eiderdown.
Good Country Barfed Flannel at...lCc
Double Width Alaska All Wool
Country Flannel at .20c
G-oz. Heaviest Mads All Wool Coun
try Flannel, regular S7*Ac. at.29c
27-inch Wide White Flannels, regu
lar 18c value, at.1216c
Argyle’s Edition of 12 mos., all good
titles, at.l"c
Alpine Edition of 12 mos., gilt top
at.25c ,
1G mos., Handy Volume Classics,
A Long Felt Want.
We have received so many orders
for Engraved Cards the past week we
have decided to continue taking orders
this week at the same price, 50 cards
on a plate. 90c
Monograms, Wedding InvitAtions,
Street Dies, Business Cards. Estimates
Furnished. All work guaranteed.
Embroidered Flannels.
Hemstitched Embroidered Flannels
10 Styles Hemstitched Embroidered
Flannels at .59c
Most of them regular 75 and 85c val
ues. I

Trade booming in this new
ment. Not much wonder; this sr
profit way of doing business is ho
to succeed. Some store-keep.-r> .-j
we'll fail. The people say difb r.-nt
Pozzoni’s Medicated Com,
Powder, in pufT boxes, White.
Brunette. Regular price 50c., 01.
Pozzoni’s Lotion, foi«chappod har.1.
etc. ,»
Pozzoni s Dove Complexion Powd< r.
for Toilet and the Nursery, at.
Michelson’s Genuine Imported ’ ,
Rum, made at St. Thomas, W<
dies, highest award at World's i •
pints at 49c. Half pints at 32c.
Colgate’s Palm Soap, per dozen... -
Camphor Ice Soap, per box, t
cakes .
Cuticura Soap, per cake.
Cosmo Buttermilk, per box_
Colgate's Florida Water,
Large Sizo . r
House Furnishing Dept,
Just received another lot of •
Round Clothes Hampers that v. ,
fast last week. Small size.
Medium. $*■
1 peck Columbian Market Ha.’
2 peck Columbian Market Ur.
3 peck Columbian Market lia i■ "
Good heavy Hand-Made 1 ■:
prices as low as the che: j> K .e
battels. Small .
Largo .7
Large size Galvanized Coal li
This week only Wood Fibre I’.. . ..
100 dozen fine Tap^'-v. r\: i' "
full 1yarild square, are ' > b.; I it
97c each.
I °©* 8
But a Story that Is Something Like
Mrs. Ford’s Husband Went Down
to Sett in a Ship—She Found Con
solation in Mr. Tommy Simmons.
Labored for Him as a Heroine.
Even Cut His Hair—His Dramatic
Desertion Was Called Base In
Simmons's infamous behavior to
ward his wife is still a matter tor pro
found wonderment among the neigh
bors. The other women ail along had
regarded hint as a model husband, and
certainly Mrs. Simmons was a most
conscientious wife. She tolled and
slaved for that man, far more than any
busbaod had a right to expect. And
now this wus what she cot for It.
Before she married Simmons. Mrs.
Simmons had been the widowed Mrs.
Ford. Ford had got a berth as donkey
man on a tramp steamer, and that
steamer had gone down with all bands
off the Cape; a judgment, the widow
woman feared, for long years of con
tumacy which had culminated in the
Wickedness of taking to the sea, and
taking to it as u donkey man an im
measurable tall for a capable engine
Utter. Twelve years as Mrs. Ford had
left her still childless, and childless she
remained us Mrs. Simmons.
As for Simmons, he. it w s held, was
fortunate in tliutvupable wife. He was
a moderately good carpenter and joiner,
but no man of the world, and he wanted
to bo one. Nobody could tell what
might not have hapi*ened to Tommy
Simmons If there bad been no Mrs.Sim
mons to take care of him. He was a
meek and quiet man. with a boyish
face and sparse limp whiskers. He
had no vices (i vi u his pipe departed
from him after his marriage), and Mrs.
Simmons had engr 'ted on him diverse
exotic virtues. H went solemnly to
chape! every Sunday, under a tall hat,
and put a penny one returned to him
for the purpose out o:' his week’s wages
-—in the plate. Then, Mrs. Simmons
overseeing, he took off his best clothes
and brushed them with solicitude and
pains. On Saturday afiernoons he
cleaned the knives, the forks, the boots,
the kettles, and the windows, patiently
and conscientiously. On Tuesday eve
nings he took the cloth1.- to the mang
ling. And on Saturday nights he at
tended Mrs. Simmons to her market
In the beginning sh had escorted
him to a ready-made clothes shop, and
had selected and p.Ud for his clothes;
for the reason that men are such per
fect fools, and the shopkeepers do as
ti < y like with them. But she present
ly improved on that. She found a man
selling cheap remnants at a street cor
ner. and straightway she conceived the
idea of making Simmons’s clothes her
self. Decision was one of her virtues,
and a tuit of uproarious check tweeds
w; begun that afternoon from the pat
tern furnished by an old one. More, it
was finished by Sunday, when Sim
mons. overcome by astonishment at the
feat, was indeed in it. and pushed off
to chapel ere he could recover his
sen -n The things were not altogeth
er comfortable, he found; the trousers
clung light against Ins shins, but hung
loose behind his heels, and when he
sat down it was on a wilderness of hard
folds and seams. Also, his waistcoat
collar tickled his nape; but his coat col
lar went straining across from shoulder
to shoulder, while the main garment
bagg«-d generously below his waist.
So his placid fortune endured for
years. Then there came a golden sum
mer evening when Mrs. Simmons be
took herself with a basket to do some
small shopping, and Simmons was left
at home.
A man was loitering on the pavement
and prying curiously about the door.
His face was tanned, his hands were
deep in the pockets of his unbraced
blue trousers, ami well back on his head
he wore the high-crowned peaked cap.
topped with a knob of wool, which is
affected by Jack ashore about the docks.
He lurched a step nearer to the door,
and "Mrs. Ford ain’t in. is she?” he
Simmons stared at him for a matter
of five seconds, and then said. "Eh?”
"Mrs. Ford as was, then—Simmons
now. ain’t it?"
He said this wit!: a furtive leer that
Simmons neither liked nor understood.
“No." said Simmons, “she ain’t in
; now."
“You ain’t ‘er ’usband, are ye?"
The man took his pipe from his
mouth and grinned silently and long.
“Rliniy,” he said at length, “ye look
the sort ’o bloke she’d like.” and with
that he grinned again. Then, seeing
that Simmons made ready to shut the
door, ho nut a foot on the sill and a
hand against the panel. "Don't be In
a ’urry. matey,” he said: "1 come 'ere
to have a little talk with ye, man to
man. d’ye see?” And he frowned fierce
Tommy Simmons felt uncomfortable,
but the doer would not shut, so he
parley.d. "Wotjer want?” he asked.
"1 dunno you "
“Then, it' you'll excuse the lil>erty. I’ll
! inierdooce no-self. in a manner of
speakin'." He touched his cap with a
bob of mock humility. “I'm Bob Ford,"
he siiid. "come back out o' kingdom
come, so to say. M ■ as went down with
the Mooltan' -safe dead five years
gone. I came to ? e my wife."
During the spe. ■< h Thomas Sim
mons's Jaw was dropping lower and
lower. At the end of it he poked his
fingers up through his hair, looked
down at the mat. then up at the fan
light. then hard at his visitor.
"Come to see me wife," the man re
peated. "So now we can talk it over—
as man to man.”
Simmons slowly shut his mouth and
led the way upstairs mechanically, his
fingers still in his hair. A sense of the
1 state of affairs sank gradually into his
brain, and the small devil woke again,
i Suppose this man was Ford? Suppose
he did claim his wife? Would it be a
knock-down blow? Would It hit him
1 out—or not0 He thought of the trous
ers. the tea things, the mangling, the
knives, the kettles and the windows.
| and he thought of them in the way of a
On the landing Ford clutched at his
arm, and asked in a hoarse whisper:
" ()w long fore she's back?”
" 'Bout a hour. I expect." Simmons
replied. And then he opened the parlor
"Ah." said Ford, looking about him.
“you've bin pretty eomf'table. The
ohairs an' things" jerking his pipe
towards them—“w.is her's—mine, that
Is to say. speakin' straight, and man to
man.” He sat down, puffing medita
tively at his pipe, and presently:
“Well," he continued, “ 'ere I am agin.
ol* Bob Ford, d<rul an' done for—gawn
down in the ‘Mooltan.’ On’y I ain't
done for. see?”—and he pointed the
stem of his pipe at Simmons' waistcoat
—"I ain't done for. ’cause why? Con
s’kence o’ bein' picked up by a ol’ Ger
man sailln’-’utoh an’ took to ’Frisco
’fore the mast. I’ve 'ad a few* years o
knockin’ about since then, an’ now"—
looking hard at Simmons—‘’I’ve come
back to see me wife.”
“She—she don't like smoke in ’ere,”
said Simmons, as it were, at random.
“No. 1 be* she don’t.” Ford answered,
taking his pipe from his mouth and
holding it low in his hand. “I know
'Anner. 'Ow d’you find ’er? Do she
make ye clean the winders?”
“Well.” Simmons admitted, uneasily,
| “I—I do 'elp ’er sometimes, o’ course.”
“Ah! an' the knives, too. I bet, an' the
[ bloomin’ kittles. I know. W’y"—he
rose and bent to look behind Simmons’
i head—“s’elp me. 1 b'lleve she cuts yer
| ’air! Well, I’m damned! Jos' wot she
| do, too.”
He inspected the blushing Simmons
from divers points of vantage. Then he
lifted .a leg of the trousers hanging be
hind the floor. “I’d bet a trifle,” he
, said, “she made these ’ere trucks. No
1 body else ’ud do ’em like that. Damme
! — thff're wtrss’n wot you’re got on.”
Simmons began to feel that this was
no longer his business. Plainly. ’Anner
was this other man’s wife, and he was
bound in honor to acknowledge the
"Well.” said Ford, suddenly, “time's
short an' this a!n't business. 1 won't
be ’a-d on ye. matey. I ought prop’ly
to s and on me rights, but s?ein' as
you're a veil-moanin' young man. so to
?P ak. an' all settled an' a-livin’ ’ere
quiet an' matrimonial. I’ll"—this with
a burst of generosity—“damme, yus. 1 11
compound the felony, an' take me 'ook!
Come, I'll name a figure, as man to
man. fust an’ last, no less an’ no more.
Five pounds doevs it.”
Simmons hadn’t five pounds—he
hadn't even five pence—and he said so.
“An' l wouldn’t think for to come be
tween a man an' ’is wife,” he added,
“not on no account. It may bo rough
on me. but it’s a dooty. i’ll 'ook it.
“No." raid Ford, hastily clutching
Simmons by the arm. “don’t do that.
I'll make it a bit cheaper. Say three
quid—come, that's reasonable, ain’t it?
Three quid ain't much compensation
for me goin’ away forever—where the
stormy winds do blow. ?o to say—an’
never as much as seein' me own wife
agin for better nor wuss. Between
man an' man now—three quid; and I'll
shunt. That’s fair, ain't it?”
“Of course it’s fair,” Simmons re
plied, effusively. "It's more'n fair; it’s
noble—downright noble. I call it. Out
I ain’t goin’ to take a mean advantage
o’ your good-’eartedness, Mr. Ford.
She's your wife, and I oughtn't to 'a’
come between you. I apologize. You
s*op an' have your rights. It's me as
ought to shunt, an’ I will." Anil he
made a step toward the door.
“ 'Old on." quoth Ford, and get be
tween Simmons and the door: “don't do
things rash. Lcok wot a loss it'll be to
ye w ith no ’ome to go to. an’ nobody to
look after ye. an' all that. It'll be
dreadful. Say a couple—-there, we
won’t quarrel, jest a single quid, be
tween man an’ man, an’ I'll stand a pot
out o' the money. Ye can easy raise a
quid—’the clock ‘ud pretty nigh do it.
A quid does it: an' I'll—"
There was a loud double knock at the
i front door.
“Oos that?” asked Bob Ford, appre
' hensively.
"I'll see,” said Thomas Simmons, in
reply, and he made a rush for the stair
Bob Ford heard him open the front
door. Then he went to the window, and
just below him he saw the crown of a
bonnet. He vanished, and borne to
him from within the door there fell
upon his car the sound of a well-remem
bered female voice.
“Where ve goin’ with no ’at?”
“Awright, ’ A nner—there’s—there’s
somebody upstairs to see you,” Sim
mons answered. And, as Bab Ford
could see. a man went scuttling down
the street in the dusk. And behold, it
was Thomas Simmons.
Ford reached the landing in three
strides. His wife was still at the front
door, staring after Simmons. He flung
into the back room, threw open the win
dow. dropped from the washhouse roof
into the back yard, scrambled desper
ately over the fence and disappeared 1
in the gloom. He was seen by no liv
ing soul. And that is why Simmons’
de.-ertion—under his wife's very eyes,
too—is still an astonishment to the
neighbors.—Arthur Morrison.
I sat in a well-known and popular
restaurant not long ago, and my sym
pathies went out to a couple seated
near me. Their table was laid for six,
and very inviting it looked with its
wickered Chianti, its pink and white
radishes, appetizing olives and rolls
and snow cloth and napkins, with a half
dezen wine glasses at each plate. But
the rest of the party did not arrive.
Ten minutes passed and then the
wife said: George, I am simply starv
ing to death, and I cannot wait any
longer. I must eat a roll, anyway.”
"No, no!" interposed her husband.
“Don't do that! You’ll spoil your ap
petite. and it’s a specially good dinner,
you know. They’ll be here directly.”
But our party had gone from little
neck clams to soup and from soup to
lobster, yet the impalite quartette did
not put in an appearance. Then the
husband rose and seized his hat.
“I’ll go out and look for them,” he
said, nervously, “for something must
have happened. They surely wouldn't
keep a dinner waiting like this.”
So ho disappeared, and the moment
he was out of sight the wife seized a
roll, broke it apart, buttered and de
voured it with famished air. Then she
brushed away the tell-tale crumbs and
sat with an innocent face until her hus
band arrived. He came back alone and
wearing a mighty frown.
"This is absurd,” he said, “and there’s
no excuse for It. He knew the time and
place perfectly. Here, waiter, bring
us clams and soup for two.”
“No, no.” interrupted the wife. “We
mustn't be ill-bred because they are.
; We’ll wait a little while longer. If I
can do it, you can. sure."
"That's true,” replied the innocent
husband, gazing at her in admiration.
“Annie, you’re a trump, and no mis
take. and you ate such a light luncheon,
“Weil, I should say I did,” was the
response, delivered wirh a Spartan air.
Here the wicked ones arrived, and
there was a scraping for chairs, a bab
ble of talk, a frou-frou of sleeves and
skirts, and then I heard:
“I hope we havn't kept you waiting?”
To which the hostess responded, as
she held herself back from springing,
panther-like, upon the first course:
"Why. not at all!"
Talk about the triumphs of civiliza
tion!—New York Recorder.
” fflJMS.
“Did I ever tell you about the monster
pike that Dave Kepley, Bob Tyler, Joe
Sachs, Jerry Sudduth and 1 caught up at
Philo Icothrock’s mill on Blue river last
spring?" asked Charley Kremer, Secre
tary of the Board of Saiety, of u crowd of
friends in his oiiice yesterday. There was
a general scampering for cover at the
mere mention of a fish story; Col. Lewis
McCleery answered "Oh, yes, I'm coming
right away," to an Imaginary friend who
was calling him from the far end of the
corridor, and disappeared rapidly in tlie
distance; Alf Oldham lied silently and
swiftly, leaving a lighted cigarette behind
him in his haste; Maj. John Hancock and
Clerk George Hawson gave each other the
signal of distress several times in rapid
succession, and then with one accord Doit
ed for the door. Only Fred Bishop and
Dr. Barbour remained. Suddenly the .
smiling face of the rotund City Buyer was ,
"sicklled o'er by the pale cast of thought." j
"Is that the story in which the mill 1
hands attacked the lish with boat hooks?”
lie demanded fiercely.
"Yes, you have heard it?” asked Kre
mer. . ,
"And you caught that fish last spring?
continued Bishop. , __
“Yes,” unblushingly returned Kremer,
“and I am prepared to vouch for its
truth.” , , .
"That settles it,” moaned the City
Buyer. "I have heard you tell that story
weekly for the past three years, but go
ahead. It is possible that I may be able to
stand it.” . ,
Glancing scornfully at his traducer, Mr.
Krcnn-r continued: Four of us, Bob 1 y
ler. Dave Kepley. Joe Sachs and myself,
left here in a fishing wagon one day last
spring bound for Philo Kothrock s null,
on the Blue river, in Indiana. We drove
from Louisville to NVw Albany and then
out the Corydon pike to Blue river, and
thence up the river ton miles to the mill.
I’p and down the river around the mill is
a famous fishing place, and pike and bass
of enormous length and breadth have been
caught in its waters for years past, as
many an old fisherman will attest. But
we went on serious business, determined
to capture ‘Old Ike,’ the monster pike that
had for wars sported in the deep pool just
below the mill dam, and who had time and
again suddenly poked hts horny nose
above the deep blue surface of the pool
and then just us suddenly plunged down
ward into its depths, always C^the cha
grin, mortification and aggrava . n of the
fishermen who had been casting for him
the most tempting bait. Well, we had
heard about this old fellow, ami though
we knew that no angler had ever been
aide to hook him, any number of them
had seen his glistening sides and stood
ready to testily that he was fully five
feet from the tip of his black nose to the
end of his frisky tail. We intended to
capture him or spend the summer at the
mill, and with this determination we s<t
out upon our expedition. At the mill we
were joined by Jerry Sudduth, the Prose
cuting Attorney of Harrison county. Ind..
who also proposed to have a try at Old
Ike ’ For two days we had only Indiffer
ent luck, and did not catch a glimpse or
the game old fish who dwelt in the rocky
recesses of the pool. But we did not de
spair and finally on the third day, after
Dave Kepley had baited his line with a
particularly fine white ‘sucker’ twelve
inches long and had made his last cast
for the dav. he felt a tugging at his line
which could only come from a monster
upon the other end.
"We crowded around him with wild en
thusiasm. while the line spun off his reel
with lightning-like rapidity as the tish
rduneed for the bottom. The pool is about
seventy-five feet in diameter and I do not
believe anv one knows how deep It is.
Kepley was standing upon a graveled
bank that sloped down into the water
three or four feet, then suddenly became
precipitous, while above us was the dam
and on the other side was a tall, rocky ,
ledge that projected into the stream, al
most meeting the graveled bank on the
south side, thus forming a perfect pool.
Thp first fright of the fish being over.
Kepley began drawing in his line, slowly
and warily, endeavoring to guide the game
old pike toward the graveled shore. But
was useless. For an hour he played
him back and forth, to and fro. ’Oik Ike.’
as he was called, cleverly evading every
effort to land him near the bank.
“The news that we had booked the pa
triarch of the pool spread rapidly, and the
banks were 90on lined with the mill hands
and the men and women in the neighbor
hood Bob Tyler had a club and* stood
ready to dispatch the old fellow the mo
ment that he reached land, while he .
claims that I seized the Miller's hatchet
and stood beside him for the same pur
pose, hut 1 don’t remember anything of
the kind.
"At last, by the gentlest persuasion and
the tendcrest coaxing, Kepiey got the old
fellow into six or eight feet of water, and ,
we could see his shiny sides and his great
fins churning the water only a few feet
away. Closer and closer Kepiey brought
him, until the mill hands could stand the
temptation no longer, and plunged into
the water. Each fellow carried a boat
hook with which he tried to kill the mon
ster, hut the fish broke away before they
could do him much harm.
"After half an hour's hard wark Kep
iey succeeded In landing him, safe and
sound, and upon my honor he was the big
gest pike I ever saw. He measured six
teet irom tin to tip and weigned In the
neighborhood of eighty-five pounds. Wo
felt some little compunction in dis patch
ing old Ike. for tiie mill hands said he had ]
been famous In that pool for ten or twelve '
years. But we landed him, and—”
Mr. Kremer glanced around for his
friend Bishop, hut the latter had fled. He
was afterward found on the third floor
reading a copy of Dr. White’s mortuary
A few summers ago, when Laps D. Me
Cord was Attorney < General and Thomas
Lusty Deputy Register of Davidson coun
ty, Tennessee, they were with a camping
party on Huflalo river, one of ilie grand
est bass streams to be found in that State.
Besides h.tlng ‘ Xpert anglers and being
equipped with the best of rods, reels and
every detail of tackle, they had their
buckets filled with what what, the bass I
angler so much desires and can so seldom
obtain—hardy creek minnows, embracing :
chubs and steelbacks.
It is hut fair to state that the trip, as a
whole, was eminently successful, and that
their catches both in number and size
w« re all that the sportsman heart should
crave. On this particular morning, how
ever, they had pulred off and wandered
far from the camp without receiving so |
much as an encouraging strike In pool,
eddy or swift-flowing, rock-rlhhed chute.
Noon was fast approchlng and they were
seeking n Inviting place to enjoy a lunch
stored in their grips, when they saw some
distance up the river a typical mountain
eer wrestling with what they quicklv re
alized was a fish of heft nd vigor. They
forgot weariness, and the water sloshed
out of their buckets as they hastened
along the irregular banks to witness the
contest or tender assistance in the land
Without apparently breaking time in
the deliberate grind he was giving a 11b
erl quid of tobacco in his mouth, the lone
fisherman " ’lowed” he could “git ’im
out.” He did. and It was as pretty a
four-and-a-half pound big-mouth black
lmss as ever drew music fr<>m a reel. The
tackle that landed him consisted of a paw
paw pole cut that morning from a thicket,
a ten-cent cotton line and a hook made by
a gunsmith of fame in that mountainous
section that would hold a wildcat. The
surprise was not to end here, for when he
reached down for his fish string there was
a great splashing of water, and then ram<
Into view four more bass that were lit
companions for the majectlc tlfth. for it"'
one of them would have fallen so low ns
two pounds. !
Who. not to speak of a fisherman ’it
would have asked: “What are you ha
ing with?” .
For answer the reticent and unexciy
took off his battered straw hat and r m ,
within the crown extracted a i 8 _ '
tered river shiner, slimy and next to “I ’ 1 * ,
Ing, which he hooked crosswise throng- I
the middle of the hnck and was r; ‘ ;
another monarch of that spring - • •" * P' ' •
After persistent “pumping" the two a-*
tonished experts learned that he c.u.
the small river minnows with a ■ ;
made of willow branches tied arottn i
to a section of grapevine. 1 ' n>*iV,,
and the minnows wuu “• :• ....ph.-ins
ered about a minnow bucket P'™;1’,.
never saw one. His hat was th.t!p
him. though his 1 * wouM
in fact, all for a -m-am lf
scarce think of starting f woHjj
they knew that dead minnows
their only lure.
Mr. George E. Rawson, ClerK of th®
Board of Aldermen. Is an ^nth^ I
fisherman. Speaking of one^ frtonJjB
he said: I was with a■ P* - „ rail
S. about'TOven'mlle* wtgtof Symour.
when a" higmouehdaml aw^y with my min
now. I let him run until I km— I
swallowed It well, and then 11
bass must have weighed live ]
Hu fought manfully, but 1
thought I had him. Jus:
came out with a Jerk, and
away. My minnow had 1 '■
up on the snood by the l
on the end of tho hook •
minnow that had probably
bass' stomach tor several .
of the hook had caught ‘
Instead of tho bass, and '
prevented me from landing
bass that had over ,
Shield's Mill for years, t • v i
a case like this.”
“It is a tlno place to fi ;h i
near Shield's Mill,” coiti:
son. "A party of u
there once, and we coul l tn>"
ones. It seemed as If tt. ■
for us. Tho man who i ir: . ”
minnows was Joo Dingo ■ •<
were not having much 1
me he would get me • *r •
took a gig and went down
under the dam whero the v.
and shallow. In less than
he had speared four hwnit •
bass weighed three atid
pounds, and the smal os', tat
thought that performunc.
Sam Roberts. John HuiTni.
terhurn brothers wen' in te
night we tlshi d for MUm
where the wagons had be
day. Sometimes it would to
to land a big one. while all .
were running as fast as tn >
no one to attend them.
“I toll you 1 nets! nothing,
conclusively preparing
door. ,,, - .
••nut,” pleaded the i •
ingly, “surely I can sell >
thing or other -lnlrp'1
But tho woman latierHiiu lv
Bhort curly locks ►
had no nee for
“Some new r
“A dainty pot
“I tell you
4( 2'
pair of suspender*.”
••Don't need them, was th
••Don’t need them?” «cho<
dor. “How do you keep y
up without suspenders. »
it hypnotism „ |d th0
"Hypnotism, oh. <<Keen •
parking up ins "ar*Jjth , Vpn >
your hloomers up ^ U>pn
Where do you get it.
“I get it-" , ,
Here the woman glanced s
centlv over tho bewitching h
of her curvilinear figure.
“—from tho hip." , —
And the door bangod Binn
New York World. _
Th‘.3 is ft story on
is understood, Chauncey !\
telling in confidence to a f '
friends: . , , ,_.
A ragged and b •whisker'- ■ j
stopped Mr. Depew on l" f 1
asked for a dime. He was gj'
ter, ar.d after thanking *••■
“May I a*k who you are.
In a rather ennflden'ial b
pew answered:
“I am Grover Clevel
the United States; and who ■ .
"Me?" said the tnendlc '
of surprise and disdain. ■ ;
cey nepew, President or
Central railroad."
Weary Watkins—The ' ;
wo ought to eat more c-. • \
Hungry Higg'ns Tne>
of the serial business .<•">
of eatla’ already.— Iudl(.ney

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