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ti. 1’. Smooth f. C. ItcBae & L. Hinton.
Smoots, McRae & Hinton.
Land and Collecting Agents,
Practice in nil the courts ami make col
lections in till parts of thu state.
Arc agents for the following
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G. rmao, of New Yorek.$2,5(12,130 09
' 1 ii rvriiers Agency, N. Y.4,957,112 90
Hi. icg.iehl K. & M...2,686,032 83
tv. -.en: Assurance Company...1,422,008 14
New Orleans.875,588 02
Ki k- written throughout the county,
l/r.y- Clin bouses and furin property in
Land Agent, Notary Public.1
Montgomery & Hamby
Practice in the" courts at Camden, Mag
n..dm, Lewisville, Texarkana, Washington,
Arkadolphiti and Prescott; Supreme to id
Fider il Courts at Little Re Jr,
Will assess and pay taxes, investigate and j
quiet land titles, collect claims anywhere in 1
; onto Arkansas, especially along the line ol
t ie Inm Mountain railroad.
Office on Kirn street, near Court Square.
illOS. II. MCMl'M.IN. 11 I I1K 1\ OS
McMullin & Ross,
Attorneys and Connseiors al Law,
Office over Hinton’s Drug Store,
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W .i 1 practice in t’ne Courts of tile Ninth
!,idiei:d Circuit, and in the SupremeCourt
r i: i K. . ral Court at Little Rock.
; i*ei .1 attention given to the investigation
i ind titles and preparing abstracts of title 1
• re"! e-tate in Nevada county. Business of j
v k 1 entrusted to them will receive I
)u nipt attention,
t ’orresDondcnee solicited.
Atkinson & Tompkins,
Lawyers and Insnrnoe Apts
V ■inth Courts of Nevada and adjoin
1 u: i.unities.
• ’ etions a specialty.
, - ..nsc»- iiifyi .-rjnuitii.M—m Mm
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»L. Hinto n M. U,
Office on West Main Street anil residence .
T st Second Street.
Dr. J. A. Pipkin,
('i.'i’crs Ids prnfi'.sionnl services to the peo
I !•: of Prescott mid vicinity. Office Uriel*
1 )o >r, \V. Main ft. April 2f>, ’88.
Dr. E. ll. Armistead,
Respectfully tenders ids
totlio citizens of l’rcscott and vicinity. Ho
nmi be found at ids residence.
f G.W. Hud SOX),
Ofllce at residence, on West
Main St., Dr. Key’s building. I
am prepared to extract teeth
Offers his professional services to nil requiring
medical or surgercul attention. Office at res
idence, Houghton Aakunsaa.
0. A. Clement,
Walctaato a n 1 Jeweler.
A full line of
In Howell’s Drug Store. “t»S
Has refitted his saloon and built
a freezer so that his famous An- j
heuser Deer and his wines are al
ways ready to bo served to his
numerous patrons ice cold. He I
has on hand the largest stock of
whiskies ever brought to Prescott,
and invites the farmers to give him
a call before making a purchase
elsewhere. Prices always as low
as the lowest. The best of order
preservedat all times.
He Discovers He Has a Great Deal to
He Thankful For.
—From the luital I’ro-s.
The hived n eb were just rising
from the table, where, after the us
ual California fashion, they had
eaten their breakfast with the fam
Mr. Aiken looked up. “Jim,”
lie said to one of them, “I think we
ought to get through that job on
the Hat by Thursday night.”
‘ Yes, sir, was the answer, “if
we keep at it pretty steady.”
“Well, there is nothing to hin
der. I don’t think the weather will
change. Then there will be time to
finish hauling the wood this week.”
“All right.'
As the door closed Mrs. Aiken
said to her husband, “John, Thurs
day will be Thanksgiving.”
“Will it?”
“Yes, and I meant to ask you if
you couldn’t take a holiday, and let
us all keep it as it ought to be
Mr. Aiken leaned hacked in his
chair. “I don’t ere how I can
without upsetting all my plans, liar
riot. Holidays are very well for
idle people who don’t know what
to do with their time,but they are
a nuisance to a busy man.”
Mrs. Aiken said nothing, and he j
went on:
“Besides, 1 don’t see that we
have had much to he thankful for
this year. It has been one series
of misfortunes —first your sickness
then Willie break'ng his leg, and
last of all, t lie barn burning up..
No, I think we may leave it to oth
er people to keep Thanksgiving
And so saying, the farmer rose
and wont out, quite satitied that the
matter was settled.
His wire sighed as sue began to
clear away the breakfast dishes.
“Not much to he thankful for,”
she said to herself, with a strange
wonder that she and her husband
should see things in such different
She had lx on ill in the Spring
very ill, indeed, hut was it not
cause for gratitude that her life had
been spared, that she had been giv
en back to her husband and child
ren almost from the verge of the
grave? Willie had broken Ids leg,
but then in the midst of her dis- '
tress and anxiety at the time she
had been unspeakably thankful
that he had escaped from worse in- 1
jury, and the fracture had,been so
skillfully treated, tint it] had left
no sign of weakness. Then the
burning of the barn in broad day
light, when there was no living
creature inside, and on a calm
morning when there was no danger
of the lire spreading, even that, al
though it had been a loss in dollars
and cents, had not seemed a very
groat calamity.
She was not rr uch given to sigh
ing. Life to her was a bright and
pleasant thing, full of blessing and
joy. A more cheerful and conten
ted little woman it would be diffi
cult to find. Hut now she sighed
again, and wiped away a lew quiet
tears. She had set her heart upon
keeping this Thanksgiving, and to
give it up she telt to be a needless
Was her husband growing bard
and worldly—learning to care for
nothing but mere outward prosper
ity? She cheeked herself with a
sudden sense of shame. “Dear
John,” she said, remembering his
tender care for her when she was
ill, bis sorrow for the little baby,
who had lived butafew short days,
his devotion to the children, lbs
openhanded generosity to every
one about him. How could she
wrong him by sneh thoughts as
these? If ho worked early and late,
grudged himself a holiday, it was
not for the mere love of gain nor ;
for his own advantage. The shad
ow passed a’tity from her heart,
and she began to arrange another
plan for the coming Thursday. A
Thanksgiving dinner they should;
have at any rate; and in the after
noon she would go with the child
ren for a ramble over the bills, if
the day proved tine;in the evening
she would ask tlie men to come in
to the parlor, ami play and sing
for them and try to give them a
pleasant hour. So she said noth
ing more about a holiday, and Mr.
Aik^i gave the matter no second
But sometimes even yet the an
gel of the Lord speaks to men’s
heart in dreams and visions of the
night. When the day was ended
the farmer went to bed, and slept
the deep, quiet sleep of a man
in perfect health resting from hon
est work. Toward morning he
awoke, and then for awhile ho lay
in that half-waking half-sleeping
state where dreams are apt to visit
the mind.
Was it a dream? Was it a memo
ry? Or was it not something co.u
'pbeed of both? Again it.o house
was darkened, cautious footsteps
moved lightly through the silent
rooms, voices were never heard
above a whisper, for tho wife and
mother lay dangerously ill. lie
came in from *he barn just ns lie
had come on that sorrowful after
noon in tho spring to find that the
feeble spark of 1 fe in the little
new-born daughter had suddenly
gone out. Put now it was not the
baby tiiat was dead; the kind neigh
bor who had been taking care of
it sat beside the tire holding it in
her arms, and tears were running
down her cheeks as she tried to
soothe its wailing cries. “Poor lit
tie baby,” she murmured, ‘ poor
little motherless thing!”
With a deadly fear clutching at
his heart lie parsed her and went
into his wife’s room. A rigid form
lay on the bed, covered with a
sheet; hut even ns lie sank on his
knees with a bitter groan a soft
voice seemed to whisper in his ear:
“She is not gone; she is given back
to you. This is only what might
have been.”
“Thank God1' he fervently ex
claimed; and suddenly tho vision
It faded, but gave place to an
other. He stood at tho gate
watching Ids eldest hoy training
his favorite colt. Tho pretty
creature was lull'd life and spirit,
hut Willie was a good rider and
kept bis seat easily. Up and down
the road they went several times,
but at Iasi , just as they vure pass
ing the gate, a hunter concealed in
by the willows in tho creek unex
pectedly fired his gun.
The frightened colt gave a leap
to one side, and the boy was
thrown. Had his head came in con
tact with tlie gate past? jThe father
sprang to raise him with a dread
tie could not have expressed; but
the boy looked up in his face with
u braveattempt to eir;lc. “Don’t
be frightened father; it’s only a
broken leg, and that will mend; my
neck wouldn’t.” And again, ns he
lifted the lad in his arms, he whis
pered: “Thank God!” “lhaik
God!” And now it was midnight
he stood upon the hill overlooking
his home; all wss still; the inmates
of the house were locked in slum
ber. Suddenly a bright light
flashed from one of the windows,
and in another moment he could
see the curling flames tilling all the
rooms, lie tried to shout, but his
voice died in his throat; his feet
were rooted to the spot; he could
not move. With inalterable hor
ror he saw the tiro stealing from
floor to roof; yet the sleepers did
not awak9. IIis wife and children
—must he see them perish before
bis eyes? With a mighty eflbrt he
broke the spell that bound him, ut
tering a cry of agony, at the same
instant his wife’s hand was laid
upon his arm. “John! John!
what is the matter?”
“Nothing,” he answered with a
deep sigli of relief. 1 It was a
dream. Thank God it was ouly a
After that he slept no more. The
words he had spoken three times
echoed in his heart. “Thank
God! Thank God!” Had he any
thing to be thankful for.”
“Harriet.” It was not the imper
ative tone in which he sometimes
spoke when she over-slept herself
in the morning. It war: mote like
the voice of one who years ago had
never uttered her name but in
tones of tenderness. She was
awake in a moment.
“Is it time to get up?”
“No, not yet; but I have some
1 , I
thing to say to you. I think I ■
made a mistake this morning, dear.
We will keep thauksgiwng, as .sou
“Oh, John, I am so glad!’
The unmistakable tremor in her !
voice smote him to the heart.
“Why, you foolish little woman,1
if you cared so much about it, w by
did you not say so?”
“Because”—and row she had
conquered the momentary emotion
and spoke lightly enough; “Be
cause 1 never was a spoiled child.
T was taught to take ‘yes’ or ‘no’
for an answer, without teasing,
and 1 have never lost the habit.”
“I don’t think you have. But
now, make all your arrangements,
and your programme shall be faith
fully carried out.”
If the men were surprised when
they were told there was to be no
work done on Thursday they did
not say so, and they readily agreed
to Mrs. Aiken’s conditions that
they should eat their Thanksgiving
dinner and spend the evening with
It was a day to be long remem
bered, for from its dawn to its
close, everything went right.
Such a cloudless sky, such a glo
rious sunshine. The drive to the
neighboring v Huge was delightful,
for the large double-seated wagon
was brought out and the whole
household went to church, to join
in the service of praise and
Thanksgiving there.
Whether it was the late hour, or
the previous drive, or whatever
might have been the cause, never j
w is a dinner a more complete sue-!
cess; from the splendid trrkey to
the mince-pies everything was
pronounced delicious. And when
evening came a merry party gath-j
ered in the parlors. There were
games and songs in which the j
cliildrtti to >k part; there were il
lus traTed hooks and magazines to
be looked over. Mr. Aiken read a
short, but beautiful and touching
story; lii.s wife p'aycti and sang uti
weariedly, and when the happy
circle at last broke up there was a
pleasant surprise for the little wo- i
man to whom the day had been so ,
full of content.
Jim had worked for Mr. Aiken
for more than a year, aud no one
had heard him speak an unneces
sary word; ho was a faithful work
er, and that was all; if lie had a
heart he had always kept it out of
sight. But now lie came up to
Mrs. Aiken and held out his hand.
•‘Good night, ma’am,” lie said,
•‘and thank you very much. This
is the first Thanksgiving I'vo had
since 1 came to California, and
that is ten years ago.”
‘•That is not much to the credit !
of those you have worked for
Jim,” said Mr. Aiken, “and 1 take ■
part of the blame to myself; bit
there is one ranch in California
where Thanksgiving is always go
ing to be kept here after, and wher
ever you “are, count upon your
welcome if you will come and keep
it with us.”
Mrs. Aiken’s eyes were coivpc
| uously bright. Were thoy spark
ling with unshed tears? Her luis
band turned to her as they were
: left alone.
j “Dear little wife,” he said, ten
derly, “if all else were gone andj
you were left to ine 1 would have
[enough for a Thanksgiving Day.”
[And then tears overturned, Wat
they Were tears ofgla^i'ess.
Frozen kindness.
The world is full of kindness
that never was spoken and that is
is better than none. The fuel in
the stove makes tho room warm
but there are great piles of fallen
trees lying on rocks and tops of
hills where nobody can got them;
those do not make anybody warm.
You might freeze to death for
want of wood, in plain sight of
these fallen t rees, if you had no
means of getting tho wood home
and making a*'re of it. Just so in a
family; love is what makes the
parents and children, tho broth
ers and bisters happy. But if
they take caro never to mention
it; if they keep it a profound se
cret as if ii were a crime they
will not be much happier than if
there was not any love among
them, the house will seem cool
even in the summertime, and if
you live there yon will envy the
dog when one calls him a poor
SW'iMor A. It. (Airland.
—From tlio l’ino Bluff Press-Etudo.
Augusta II. Garland," of Arkan
sas, was born in Tipton county, Ten
nessee, on June lltli, 1832. When
but a year old bis parents removed
to Arkansas. lie was given a class
ical education at St. Mary’s Col
ege and St. Joseph’s College, in
Bairdstown, Kentucky. After n
thorough law course lie was ad
mitted to the har in 1843, at Wash
ington Arkansas. Tho thorough
education both in the classic and in
the law, that lie had received, lias
doubtless been the secret of his
great success i i life. After pract
icing at law for three years in
Washington, Ark., lie removed to
Little Rock in 1856 and began the
practice of law. He was a dele
gate to the Arkansas State conven
tion ol 1861, whole the body pass
ed the ordinance of secession, and
was a member of the Provisional
Congress that met at Montgomery
Ala., in May of the same year. He
was afterwards chosen to repre
sent bis State in the Confederate
Congress, serving in both House?,
being in the Senate at the close of
the “late unpleasantness.” He was
chosen to the tT. S. Senate from
Arkansas and his term should have
begun March 4th, 1867, hut lie was
not allowed to take his scat. Ho
made the first test oath case as to
lawyers in the Supremo Court of
tho United States and gained it.
He followed the practice of law
until the fall of 1874, when ho was
chosen Governor of Arkansas
without opposition. He was chos
en to the U. S. Senate to succeed
Powell Clayton, Republican, and
took bis seat March 4th, 1877. Al
though he was a member of the Con
vention that passed the resolution
in consequence of which Arkansas
withdrew from the Union, ho was
antagonistic to the action, and
strenuously opposed it. When,
however, his State did decide
to withdraw, lie, like a great many
other men of the South, consider
ed that it was his duty to assist his
State in the struggle, and accor
dingly went out with her. Upon
the floor of the U. S. Senate, Mr.
Garland has distinguished himself
in various ways. He is considered
as the ablest lawyer and debater
on the floor, lie is mentioned as
a possible member of the Cabinet
of Cleveland as Attorney General
and his friends are working zeal
ously for his appointment, with
every indication of success.
•Iohii (piinoy Adams' Mother.
The mother of John Quincy Ad
ams Raid in a letter to him, written
when he was but ten years old:
“I would rather see you laid
in your grave than grow up a pro
fane, graceless hoy.”
Not long before the death of
Mr. Adams a gentleman said to
him, 1 have found out who made
“What do you mean!” asked Mr.
The gentleman replied, “) have
been reading the published letters
of your mother.”
“If” this gentleman remarks'‘I
had spoken that dear name to
some little boy who had not seen
his mother for three weeks, his
eyes could not have sparkled more
brightly, nor his lace glowed more
quickly, than did the eyes of that
venerable old man when ! pro
nounced the name of his mother.
He stood up in bis peculiar man
ner and said :
Yes, sir; all that is good in me I
owe to my mother.”
Occupations of Old.
Most of our ancestors seoui to
have hail occupations, which arc
inherited the present day.
Adam was a husband-man.
Cain and Abel were cooks.
Noab was a mariner, and anti
prohibitionist, (as all sailors are.)
Shorn, Ham and.Japet were buil
Abraham was a minister.
Jacob was a shepherd.
Jonah was a diver.
Samson was a pugilist, that
would have knocked Sullivan in- j
side out.
Job was a doctor, because lit*,
had great deal of patients.
Wo know none to have been
iliii N'joon l’olar) Expcdit ions.
Everything shows that the sum
mer is gone and the twilight of the
your is settling down upon ns.
We begin to wonder whether wc
had better ran the furnace tips
winter or tako the money and buy
Cuba ft r a winter resort. Speaking
about winter resorts, a militaiy
friend of mine writes mo that lie
wouldn’t want anything better than
a commission to go in search of
the open polar sea. llo invites
me to go. I thanked him for bis
invitation and asked him when he
wanted his men picked, before or
aft<*r the trip.
While I would like well enough
to catch a few pickerel in the open
Polar sea ami breathe the pure,
crisp air of no minutes and no de
grees due west of a. given point,
I am almost positive that I will dig
the clinkers out of a large base
burner this winter and write
foamy, frothy, sunny, soothful
poems for a dying world.
While no one would more cheer
fully enter into the giddy whirl ot
Esquimaux society, or load his
stomach with cod liver oil, and o’d
harness and saddles without vine
gar, in order that he might gratify
a morbid curiosity as to whether
the North Pole, had a hot box or
not, yet I shall not avail myself
of the opportunity this winter.
While few could more joyously
contemplate a life where it would
take a ninety day note a lifet ime
to mature, I am free to say that I
would rather at the present climb
a tall tree until the payee gets by.
A Lesson in n Tunnel.
When we returned fror~ Italy
some years ago the Mount C'enia
Tunnel was newly opened, and
we reckoned that it must he very
dreary and dark, and therefore we
had better he provided with a
candle. It would he dump and
close, and therefore every win
dow should bo closed for fear of
our breathing the impure air. So
we speculated; but when we tra
versed that wonderful passage the
carriages were well lighted, and
much of the tunnel also and
we sat with open windows finding
it as easy to‘breathe as on the
mountainside. It was a joy rath
er than a per! to pass through
the dreaded tunnel. So shall the
voyager along the good old way
find that death is not what he
dreams of. Jesus will light the
darksome way, and the soul will
need no candle of earth; fresh
breezes from glory shall drive away
the death damps, and the music of
angels shall make the heart forget
ful of all pains. How can the good
old wav lead into dan-er? What
can it conduct us to hut eternal
rest.—Spu rgeon.
Nat Necessarily Cumjdmlentary.
Bill Snivcly belongs to a very
aristocratic, but somewhat impov
erished, Galveston family. Bill
has very distinguished manners,
and it is generally believed that he
is looking around for a wealthy
lie returned to Galveston re
cently from a trip to Houston
where he became engaged to a la
The day after ho retRrnei?, ho
showed the picture of his intend
ed to Aunt Dinah, an old family
servant. The photograph repre
sented a rather elderly female of
most forbidding aspect.
“Weil, Aunt Dinah, what do you
think of my intended wife?”
The old servant looted at the
photograph, shook her head and
“She mus' hah a heap oh mon
ey.”—Tons Siftings.
Wise Sayings.
Doing nothing is doing ill.
Every vice fights against virtue.
A rilling stone gathers no moss.
Truth lias always a fast bottom.
Richness ;s felt, but health not at
Ah idle brain is the devil’s work
All are not friends who speak us |
Cateh the bear before you sell
his skin.
\sk thy purse what thou should-t
Prescott, Arkansas
m t o vise,
First class Tin Siior in connec
tion with the store. Jan. 1, *84,
liMNEST Httggien, Hacks nml Ilorne* hi
I' soutlnvi'>t Arknnnn.n. Diiggie* nml
thick. nil brun new.
Gentle saddle horses for ladies.
Good Wagon Yard Attachea.
At Wliito’n Stable, formerly Edwards mid
Cnrr, Kut Main Street.
Have just received the Largest
and Best Selected stock of Christ
mas Toys ever exhibited in Pres
cott. We have also a Well Select
ed stock of Fancy and Family
Groceries, nil of which we pro
pose to sell wi prices that defy
Nev. loth.
rRKSCOTT. - - AltK.
C3-"CT3sr sztszLXTxa:
New Rifles nml Fine Muzzle nml Breech
Loading Slu t liun* of m.v own make always
on lmml nml nt tin1 lowest llgurcs. Repair
ing of ell kinds of fire-nrm* skillfully exc
auted on slmrt notice. Charges reasonable
March > tbSti.
Fire! WInfl! Liibtnii!
The Gertnun Mutual
Firo Insuraaca Company
of Little Rock, Arkansan, ihdtire* property
for business on the most approved nml sat
i—t plan, reasonably cheap and in the intern*
of people. We court the tullfft inyes-igat
ion. Address Frank P.DUNN, Pres dent,
Little Rock, Ark.
Of Aguincto prove it the best
Remedy for Malarial Disease*, ft cure*
Ague, Chills & Fever, Malarial and Inter
mittent Fever. Biliousness, and Liverdfnl
eulties arising from malarial influences.
Ureatest Appetizer, Tome and Family
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