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PRESCOTT, NEVADA COUNTY, ARKANSAS, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 20. 1S90. NUMBER 40. POWDER Absolutely Pure. A cremn of'tariar baking jio\v.i» r. Iligh <‘*t of nil in leavening strength. I'. .S. Government Iteport, Aug. 17. lhhy. AFTER'S ITTLE IVFJt PULS. Pick Headache and relieve ail tbo trouble* Inci dent to a bilious r:;:: to of the system, such of CitzinesB, Nausea, JirowainoHS. distress after eating, l'ain in the Hide, k>\ While their moat gemarkubio buccc* a Lae bv< a thown in curing . SICK fcleaferho, yet Carter's Little Ltoor IMtl* W9 equally valuable in Constipath>n, curing and pre venting this annoying complaint, while they also correctr.1'dl■ ordi m ftbtiti nurhjtlTnntifoUn liver and regulate the bowels. Even it they oolf ! - HEAD Aehathrv would bealmo8tprioeles3to those wh<J liter from ill iplaint; lmt fort u lately theirgoodneeadi h.s nntondhoro.an i those Who once try them will find these littlo pills valu |ble In so many ways that thoy will not bo wil ling to do without them. But after allslck head ACHE fig the bane of so many lives that here fa when i We make our groat boast. Our pills cure it while Other* do not. . Carter's Littlo Liver nils aro very small and very easy to take. Ono or two pills make a do*e. They are strictly vegetable an l do not gripe or ' purge, but by their gcntlo action pleaaeali who Use them In vialsat 23 cents ; five for fl. tioUl fey druggist* everywhere* or seut by inaiL CARTER MEDICINE CO., New York SMALL PILL. SMALL DOSE. SMALL PRICE CONSUMPTION BRONCHITIS SCROFULA c ouan OR COLD Ikroat Affection Watting of Flesh Or any Dlserer irher* the ThrOat and I.unfit art Inflamed, Lark a/ Siren fit h or A err* Foiprr, you can be relieved awl Cured fry SCGYf'S EMULSION OF PURE COS LIVER OIL With Hypophosphltes. PALATABLE AS MILK. Atk for Scott'* Emulsion, and let no #od jpfamtfion or toUcltaUon induce you to mooept a tulntitutr. Sold b\l all Dntjylsts. •OOTT Sl BOWNE,Chemists, N.Y. 0. R. F. WHITTEN, Wood & blacksmith Shop, PRESCOTT. ARK. Will do all kin-1* of Work in wo..,I an I Iron maim furturinjr, needed In tlii* '<«• t i•»11. al.-«» general re |iuiriii>r Horne idinclnjr a *j-« - laity. Have recently enlai • I h.th w «>d and black smith -‘lioii, and Inn < a if-Mnl 'ii|»]»i\ ol well nea Moiieil timber, also of In-i • ami mill* shoes. SICK HEADACHE, TORPID UVER, DYSPEPSIA, PILES, MALARIA, CQSWENESS, AND ALL BILIOUS DISEASES' Sold Everywhere. JBftABFiELQ’S MENSTRUATION OH HOIrtHlV SlUKNtSS It TkAlN DUWNO UJt BRIAT VJKHGtH'-V; SUflfror.eVJiaBCMOHlia A ook TO’WOMAN-'MUSOFRU BRADFias /■: t’Aic^co. Atlanta GA, ..•■4 1.;,I .\LLU&U£*UT*. .. • . Kent riu;t. I IY.M.I). V'i tt. Utllco lb*‘a VV tiiUhall NOVEMBER. Tlu* mellow year in hasti 11^ to its close, The little birds have almost sung their last, Their small notes twitter in the dreary blast— That shrill piped harbinger of early snows J The patient beauty of the scentless rose, < M’t with the morn's hoar crystal quaintly glassed, Hangs, a pale mourner of the summer past, And makes a little summer where it grows. In the chill sunbeam of the faint brief day The dusky waters shudder as they shine; The russet leaves obstruct the struggling way Of oozy brooks, which no deep banks define; And the gaunt woods, in ragged, scaut array, Wrap their old limbs with sombre ivy twlde. —[Hartley Coleridge. MY FIRST CASE. If you like detective stories 1 will tell you about my first case. I had just started ou ray own ac count when a farmer named Ross called on me and said that he had been robbed of six thousand dollars that he hail received from the sale of some land the day before. lie had tied the money in his handkerchief and then pinned it in his overcoat pocket. When he reached home he carelessly hung his coat in the barn while he did some work. When he went to the house he found his neighbor, Mr. Fisher, there. Then he unpined the pocket, and, finding the handkerchief all right, he told Mr. Fisher how careless he hail been. I'he coat was locked in the dining room closet, and the key hid under the weekly paper on the mantel. Mr. Fisher staid for supper, and after the meal, was left alone for a few minutes in the dining-room. In the morning, the key couldn't be found, and, upon breaking open the closet, the handkerchief was found in the pocket, but in place of the money was a portion of the weekly paper. Mr. Ross left me the handkerchief and piece of paper, and, after being! instructed to treat Mr. Fisher as usual, and to get the remainder of the weekly paper, he left me to my ! lilans. They were soon matured. I had no family to tell o', my expected absence, so 1 at once dressed as a farm laborer and appeared at Mr. Fisher’s. 1 applied for work, aud as good luck would have it, I found Mr. Fisher in need of a man. ‘Steven has too much to do, as < he drives the milk wagon now,” said Mr. Fisher, “and I will try you with the horses.” Steven, the hired man, didn’t ap pear to like me very much, and was slow to talk to me. 1 had hoped to gain some information from him. hut was disappointed, though I did learn from him that Mr. Fisher was a widower with one child, his daugh ter Kitty, who taught school, and that his elder brother Silas lived with him. I saw the family at supper that night. Uncle Silas, as he was called, was an invalid, drawn into the shape of a bow with the rheumatism. He had but little to say. Mr. Fisher was a pleasant looking man, and not one to be suspected of robbery. 1 Kitty was a bright, intelligent girl,' with a very tired look. No wonder she looked tired, for besides teach-i iug the school she did the household j work. I thought that too much was required of her. We all spent the lirst evening in the sitting room. 1 (Charles Wes-j ton was my name then) was pre tending to read ’a paper, while 1 was} thinking and watching. Mr. Fisher was at his desk looking over some papers. 1 was seized with a desire to look into that desk, and wistfully watched the key until it was put into Mr. Fisher’s vest pocket. Uncle Silas sat in the corner counting his lingers as though they were money. Kitty read a few passages of history aloud. 1 had never heard so sweet and musical a voice. At bedtime Steven and I went to our joint room, lie was soon asleep while 1 lay awake, waiting until the rest in the house should be quiet. 1 heard Mr. Fisher go to his room, and heard Kitty in the kitchen mak ing ready for her morning work. 1 felt sorry for Kitty. In an hour the house appeared to be quiet, ami 1 stole from my room. When I reached the head of the stairs 1 looked below and saw Uncle Silas with a candle descending to the cellar. I returned to my room and lay down to wait; but I fell asleep and did not awaken until four o’clock in the morning. It was too late to visit Mr. Fisher’s desk, for 1 heard Kitty moving in Iter room. I then dressed land descended <o the kitchen, where 1 saw Kitty preparing t<> make the I lire. 1 took the kiudliug and some newspaper anti was about to place them in the stove when the title on the paper caught my eye. it was the Weekly Eureka of the date of the robbery. I put it in my pocket, and j then kindled the lire, emptied the coal into it, and replenished the scut-1 tie from the barn. It was a long I ways for Kitty to carry coal. 1 went to the bench beside the house and took the torn paper that I had found in the kitchen anil the piece that Mr. Itoss had given to me I and laid them together. They matched exactly. I held one end of a clew. I folded my evidence, and walked toward the barn. Once I looked back, and saw Kitty at her window above the bench. I wonder ed if she had seen me there. 1 know when I went to the house for break fast Kitty looked at me in a very strange manner. While at the table Mr. Fisher said that he was going to town with Steven in the milk wagon, as he had business at the bank, and told me to repair the Koss line fence. “1 , wouldn’t trust banks,” said Uncle Silas.” I was anxious to see Mr. Ross, so hurried to the line fence, and kept my eyes on the Ross side, hoping that he might appear. Now and then I glanced at the road to sec if Kitty had started for her school. It was a long walk for Kitty. Soon I snw Sir. Ross and called him. “Did you find the rest of the pa per?” I asked. “No; it must have been burned,” he answered. •‘Hut it wasn’t,” I said. Then 1 told him of my discovery, and showed him the pieces of paper. Just thou the wind took one of them, and as I chased it I saw Kitty going along the road. ‘‘Fisher shall suffer for this,’’ 8aid Mr. Ross. ‘‘Rut, young man, ‘‘see that you have some witnesses be sides yourself, for I don't want to slip up.” ‘‘1 promised to take care of that, and returned to my work. In the evening, when Mr. Fisher returned, I took the horses to the ham; hut I didn’t stop there; I went through the pasture, along the lane into the back road, and then to ward the school house. When a quarter of a mile from the building 1 met Kitty. •‘Did father send you for me?” she asked. ‘‘No,” I answered, ‘‘but it is a long walk.” ••Thunk you, Mr. Weston.” she said. ‘•Mr. Weston!” That name sounded strange. She had called me Charles before, like the rest. That evening, while the others were in the sitting room, I went to the kitchen and made ready for the morning. I drew the water; the well was deep, and 1 had seen Kitty working very hard at the windlass. When the rest of us went upstairs for the night, Uncle Silas descended to the cellar. “I wish that uncle wouldn’t drink so much,” said Kitty. At midnight I went noiselessly to Mr. Fisher’s room, opened the un locked door and soon had the key to his desk. In another minute I was examining his private papers, but found none of his expected evidence until I opened his bank-book, aud there, on the day after the robbery, SO,000 was entered as deposited in the bank. A sound startled me. 1 blew out my light and listened. Some one was in the cellar. I opened the door and crept down. There, by the light of his faintly-burning can dle, I saw Uncle Silas with his hands full of gold pieces, counting them one by one, and laying them in an , opening in the wall, from which a stone had been removed. 1 heard a step behind me, and saw the cellar door move. 1 ascended and saw no one. 1 went to my room, and found , Steven apparently sleeping. 1 stepped on my coat. It was lying! on the tloor and I knew that 1 had left it on a chair. 1 examined the pockets, and found that Mr. Koss handkerchief and the pieces of pa per were gone. Who had taken them ? 1 looked at Steven. M as lie really asleep? The next morning Uncle Silas was very sick, and Mr. Fisher went for the doctor. 1 watched Steven closc lv all day. It was Saturday, and I lvitt> did not go to school; but sbe had no rest,. I could see that Ste ven was restless, and not for a mo ment did I lose track of him. To ward evening I saw him go into the haymow, and I followed. I stood on the ladder, and, looking above the hay, I saw him put something under the eaves. 1 descended, and after he had gone to the house I re traced my steps and went to the caves, where I had seen him. There was a tin can. I expected to find the lost evidence in it; hut instead of containing the handkerchief and pieces of paper, it was full of paper money. The stolen money. I thought of what Mr Iloss had said about another witness, and, return ing the can to its place, I descended the ladder. Kitty was on the lower tloor hunting for eggs, and apparent ly didn’t see me. As I went out of the door 1 saw the doctor just leaving the house and ran after him. “Uncle Silas will die,” lie said. I made no answer to that, but took him into rny confidence, and explain ed the entire case to him, and told what I wanted of him. He went with me to the haymow, and the can of money was not there. “A strange mistake for a sane man,” said the doctor, as he left me I was sorely puzzled. As I left the barn I met Steven. ! and gave him a look that made him i turn pale. “Where did you put the money?” 1 asked. He didn’t answer, but rushed to the barn and up the ladder. Soon he returned, all of a tremble, and said: "You have my money.” “You lie!” I answered. “It is Mr. Ross’ money.” lie broke completely down and coufcs.-cd that he had gone to Mr. Ross’ barn, and seeing his overcoat with the pocket pinned, had taken the money, and but the paper in its place. He didn’t then know where the money was. 1 believed him. Hut where was it? Uncle Silas did die that very day. He had left a will that gave all of his estate to Kitty. “A will but no money,” sai I Mr Fisher. “Poor brother! drink did it.” Then the secret of Uncle Silas money was mine. He had never been a drunkard, but had al ways been a miser. After the funeral Kitty came to me with a package in her hand, and said: “Mr. Watson, or whatever your name is, do you think that I am blind? l>o you suppose that 1 think you ate a farm laborer? Don’t \ou think that I knew what the matching of the paper on the bench meant? I feared that my father might have been tempted, for he had to borrow a large sum of money at the time Mr. Ross was robbed. I wanted to shield him and I watched you. I saw you watching uncle in the cellar, and I took those things from your pockets. 1 saw you in the haymow and I took the can of money. Now that I know Steven, who has run away, is the thief, here is what I took.” She handed the things to me. I never was so abashed in my life. 1 stood silent before the girl who had read me from the beginning. 1 admired her more than ever. 1 was glad that she got uncle Silas’ $4,000 that we found in the cellar. 1 told Kitty that 1 was glad she hail the money and 1 told her much more. The truth is that 1 didn’t only find Mr. Ross’ money for him, but 1 found a wife for myself, and 1 have always been glad of the termination of my lirst ease. A Smooth Shave. Somebody iu the St. Louis Globe Democrat tells of a new wrinkle in shaving. “A friend of mine,” he says, ‘‘a few months ago told me how to shave easily and painlessly, and I have never shaved in a barber shop siuee. The plan is to use oil or grease instead of soap to prepare the chin and soften the beard. Vase line is the most convenient ami it should be rubbed in quite freely. Then, with a keen razor, shaving cau lie done easily and without a suspicion of pain. At first it was hard for me to reconcile myself to doing without the orthodox lather, ami used soap afser the vaseline had been applied. Hut soap is really un necessary, and shaving with oil or vaseline is cleaner, as well as pleas anter, and there is not a particle of irritation to the skiu.” THE TARIFF SITUATION. The Republican press of the West is generally willing enough now to admit that the McKinley bill was a blunder which, from their present standpoint, may seem worse than a crime, but it is neither fair nor just of them to make a scape-goat of poor McKinley on account of the stupidity of his consistency. He has done nothing of himself, except to assist in demonstrating that the Re publican party cannot reduce the tar iff or make any change in it other than an increase. 1 his is a general truth, and no one who refuses to accept and compre hend it in its workings can possibly understand American politics. It isJ as true historically as it is in existing fact. The Republicans could not have reduced the tariff in this Con gress without ceasing to exist as a party. They stand for the combin ed manufacturering corporations which demanded an increase, and though the rank and file of the party opposed it. the leaders had no choice but to accede to it. Had they made a general reduction instead of a gen eral increase, they would have sur rendered their party position and ac cepted that of the Democrats. In their efforts at reform the Democrats have adopted every possible plan of reduction and the Republicans could not have pitched on any that would not have been generally identical with what the Democrats had done before them. The first Morrison bill was a measure of general and careful reform and reduction. The Plutocracy beat it. The Republicans then “adjusted the inequalities" by the act of lHM.'t, making a distinct advance in rates as a matter of course. The Democrats, accepting their theory that their inequalities were adjusted or properly distribu ted, proposed in the second Morri son bill a dean cut all alone the line. The Plutocracy beat it again. Then in the Mills bill the Democrats pro posed a reduction of only five per cent., giving relief on leading arti cles of consumption where the high taxes were most [oppressive. Again the Plutocracy beat it nnd threw the whole question of “adjusting the tariff" into the hands of its friends. The result—the only possible result —was tlie general advance of the McKinley bill. The Plutocratic al liance would have accepted nothing less. The Republican leaders could have tendered nothing less. Before the Republican party could make a reduction of the tariff on manufactured goods it would have to lie completely disrupted and reor ganized. There are Republicans enough who will vote and work in the short scssiou of the Reed Con gress who fully understand what has happened to the party; who would be glati to repeal the McKinley bill and lower taxes if they could; but they know they cannot and will not try They will keep their Plutocrat ic alliance and wait in the hope that the Democrats will blunder them hack into a position to make a fur ther increase as soon as the Plutoc racy demands it.—[Republic. A Boy’s Composition on Girls. Exchange: Girls are the most unaccountable things in the world except women. Like the wicked llees, when you have them they ain’t there. 1 can cipher clean over to improper fractions, mid the teacher says 1 do it first rate, but 1 can’t ci pher out a girl, proper or improper, and you cant either. The only rule in arithmetic that hits their case is the double rule of two. They arc as full of the old Nick as their skins can hold, and they’d die if they couldn’t torment somebody. When they try to be mean they are as mean as pursely, though they ain't as mean as they let on to be, except some times, und then they are a great deal meaner. The only way to get along with a girl when she comes with her nonsense is to give her tit for tat, and that will tlummiix her, when you get a girl tluuimuxed, she is us nice as a new pie. A girl will sow more wild oats in a day than a boy can in a year, but girls get their wild oats sowed after awhile, which boys nev er do, and then they settle down as calm and placid as a mud puddle. Hut 1 like girls first rate, and guess all boys do. 1 dout care how many tricks they play on me—and they don’t care either. The lioitytoitiest girl in the world can’t always boil over like a glass of soda water. By and-bv they will get into the traces with somebody they like, and pull as steady as an old stage horse. That is the beauty of them. So let ’em ! wave, 1 say they will pay for it some day, sewing on buttons, and trying to make a decent man of the fellow they have spliced onto: and ten, chances to one if they don’t get the worst of it. Bringing Father’s Dinner. It was in the Cincinnati. Hamilton & Dayton depot in Cincinnati one day, when one of the men employed to oil the cars as they came in, acci dentally fell under the wheels of a moving coach and had his right leg and hip crushed in a horrible man ner. He was picked up and laid on some coats spread on the platform, and a doctor was soon on hand. He must have suffered intensely, but af ter the doctor had examined him, lie! cooly asked: “Doctor, liow l>a<l is it?’’ “Very bad. Indeed.*’ “Will I live?” “Not more than ten minutes, you are bleeding to death,” “What time is it. dim?” asked the man of a fellow employe. “Eleven fifty-live,” was the an swer. “The children will bring my din ner at sharp 12. Some of you go and stop them. They mus’n’l see me die. Poor, motherless children— orphans now!” I went to the door with others, and we were just in time to stop a boy of * and a girl of <> from coining j in. Each had hold of the handle of , a basket containing father’s dinner, and they were smiling in anticipation j of the greeting they would receive, i We sent them away with a false sto- i ry about his having gone home, and , the eves of both were filled with , • , t tears of disappointment. The echo | of theirtfootsteps could still be heard i on the pavement when the father1 breathed his last.—[N. Y. Sun. Not Soul-Winners. The husband who blows up his | wife before the children because she ! happens to get too much soda in the biscuit. The Sunday school teacher whoj don’t know enough about the lesson to ask ipiestious without reading them from the lesson paper. The woman who talks about: heaven in the church and about her neighbors on the street. The sectarian who never has a good j word for any other denomination. The man who blows a tin horn and j shouts himself hoarse during a cam-' paigu, but is down on anything like ] excitement iu religion. The woman who knows in her heart that she is wrong, but is too proud to own up to it. A large man, says an exchange, walked into one of the improvised polling booths in the vicinity of Mad ison avenue. New York, on the first day of registration. Four or five men sat around the tables copying lists and preparing their books. They paid no attention to the coiner until he said, after waiting patiently for awhile: “1 would like to register.” “Where do you live?” inquired one of the clerks rather grutlly. The rest looked at the would-be voter rather suspiciously. “No. 810 Madison avenue," was the reply. “What’s your name?” “Grover Cleveland.” The man started as if he was shot. Ife was so excited that his book fell to the floor, while “de gang” rose to their feet and awkwardly expressed their confusion by removing their hats. Meanwhile the ex-President of the I'nited States registered like any other citizen and walked away very much amused. At the head of Holy Cross Creek, near Leadville, Colo., and in the al most iiiaeeessilde detiles of Mount Sliasta, Cal., there are hundreds of square feet of ground continually covered with snow as red as blood. In the polar regions red and scarlet snow is a familiar sight, but the two places named above are the only spots within the limits of the I'uited States where it is known to exist. The phenomenon is due to the pres ence of minute auimaicuhe in the snow. How the little tnidge ever got there is a question that has never been satisfactorily answered. Amy—“1 am going to show you how pretty I can whistle, Jack. Now just watch me.” Jack -”1 daren’t I’m afraid that when you puckered your lips I couldn't re -i I tile temptation.” [_C\. PROFESSIONAL ANU BUSINESS CARDS R. L. Hinton, M. D.. PHYSICIAN & SUIMJEON, KHK8COTT, ... AUK. Residence" on East Second Street. Office with private consulting: riM>m, op Wee Main St. <). I*. Smootn. T. C. McRae. J. H. Arnold Smooto 'MciRas & Arnold, ATTORNEYS-AT-LAW, LAND.COLLETJNC —AND— INSURANCE ACENTS. PRESCOTT, - - - - ARKANSAS. Will practice in both State and Federa courts. * w 0rM”* To pkins & Oreeson, ATTORNiYS-AT-LAW. Heal Estate and Loan Agents. PRESCOTT, AUK. Will practice in nil Courts, both Stnte end E. ilcriil. Ilu.iito.--i uttcmicil to promptly. Hr. T« M. Milam, DENTAL SURGEON, Washington, Ark. " hll. making \t idiln^ton hi. hr'iuhpiarteni. H ill visit ... regularly. If von fail t., „,r m Pron-olt, ii'Mn... I, Iter ami I «ill eall on yen next vti.il. Will lelinliil-O r jrn- In pulling teeth for ♦ i Mitre at Mr. Slim Watt’. reaidedra DR. D. L HARTSFIELD DENTAL SURGEON, Prescott, - Arkansas. Will visit families when notified. Perfect tit- of plates guaranteed. <MH(* at Dr. ThomasM»n’8 old pluco on W» "t Main Street. j. m. pow:ll. DENTAL : UUBG30N, PRESCOTT, ARKANSAS. All work guaranteed to give satisfaction. OFFICE at Dr. Wingfield’s drug store. NEVADA COUNTY BANK, W. H. TERRY. Cashier, rUKSroTr, - - - ARKANSAS Will 'In ii general banking business, ccive deposits, otc. Correspondents: Wi'Mern Niitiuiml Dunk. Now York. Commercial Riitik, Si. Louis, German Nitlioiiiil Hunk, Little Rook. W L (Samos. .1 W Gaines W. L. Gaines & Son, BOOT?SHOEMAKER WI ST MAIN STKKKT, DDKsrorr. - ark. NEAL .VicCULLER, Paints? ar.dPap^r Ilansrir PRESCOTT, ARK. Will take contracts for painting, graining papering, decorating, etc. All work gua# antei *1 first-class, and satislMetiou given, or no charge made, Terms reasonable. A. MGJT3QN, Manufacturer's Local Aj^cnt. SPECIALTIES: Organs, Pianos, Books, Novelties, -Ami all kintU of ——— Musical Instruments. >rwii u due hi lie.** and Supplies, School and < lint ' li Furniture and Suppli* >, Mai Idu Moimm-iitr, Tomb Stone®, Ktc., Kte. WtKSCOTT. AUK. J. R. HARRELL & CO., Blacksmiths & asSSa Wagon Makers. REPAIRING WOOD & IRON PROMPTLY DOW Horse-shoeintf and Repairing Buggies A SI’KCJALTY. Knlargcd ;Shop. Better Kacilitie.«, and men and better materia! tliaa over before. .1. It. Harrell will also do gun ning. Wo am also miui,,r" V.:: r« and agents fo» tl,o < olobratcd Lyon's Combination Harrow ana Scraper, and will furnish them on ifl< maud. 24)~ Simp next to Methodist church, o» West Second street. We guarantee ’ work to give satisfaction. MOOBE Sc DABBY, XT ncl oxtals exs, Prescott, Arkansas. The only exclusive undertakers establish 111'• lit ill Prt-i-< tt. Have ti complete stock of tine culli uii'l > i -■ v• ■ t. V!><* huvo lot of tt»iM«rtnl »iv*•?% hotuc-tmulo eothiis, covered ami iiiu l, In in yJ.OO to s '»0. Perfect lit guaranteed. /.'* r \\ ill till.- charge and comlutt finior* al ul • • :•••,. • 1. All l-:i-, »i.-n* ■> and glo\ea luniMticd.