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Lumber Bargains
Despite of the fact that lumber
prices are advancing we have
In Dimensions, Siding and Ceiling
if you place your order at once.
I am also prepared to give you
low prices on any other lumber.
Phone 27 or 69
rudence of
e Parsonage
By Ethel Hueston ,:.i
is one of those joyful stories that
will cheer and satisfy you. The characters
are just ordinary,,plain people, living sweet,
loyal, loving, devoted, happy lives together
in a nice, wholesome, little, American town,
and long before you're through with the
story you'll find theyare all your real friends.
Prudence is the young daughter of
a minister who takes up the self-imposed
task of raising her four motherless sisters.
They are all just "regular" girls, full of
life and vim, and naturally there are all
stomrts of amusing happenings. Then there !
comes a Prince Charming into the tale
that furnishes a very pretty romance. If :
you can enjoy a clean, jolly story be sure
to read
Our Ner Serial
rudence of
ePar onagee
fatc, 7the Issue
Sitth th 2First
#stall,,t at
January 2nd. 1917. the Com
Council will consider a Res
requesting the Cumberland
ne and Telephone Company
tall a modern flash light tele
system. In view of the fact
the business telephone rates
automatically advance under
.Roposed resolution, every man
city is urgently requested to
t and voice his approval
val of the proposed reso
callipg for the change.
tates of telephones in private
will also be raised under
d resolution and each
individual user is requested to be
present at this meeting.
Under the proposed system which
will be a great improvement on the
present one the rates for business
phones will be advanced to three
dollars and fifty cents per month
and private phones to two dollars
per month. These rates to apply
till the system has one thousand
coannections. after this number has
been reached the rates will be in
creased according to the growth of
the city and the number of stations
in operation.
Miss Nina May Scott left Friday
for Shreveport where she will spend
the holidays with relatives gnd
many. friends.
i l L
Originator of Tr Married Life."a* A th i df
Journal.of a NMglscted [email protected]," Theb W At ea 'e.
They Dine, at an Anarchist Restaurast in an AtmobWiher
of Real Bohenida'
(cowrdsht. AI h ter. Xelr Newsnepar ºabma.)
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The clatter of dishes mingled with i
the hum of voices, and the air was
thick with smoke
and garlic, The
long tables were I
without cloth s,
and wooden
benches took the
place of chairs.
Around the walls'
was a line of
hooks, from which
hung a motley ar
ray of wraps.
From the door
way they scanned
crowded tables for
an empty place.
"How about that
other room? You
Mabel H. Urner, wait here," and
Warren strode
:through to what had been the back
parlor of the once dignified old house.
Although Helen had wanted to see
what this much-talked-of anarchist
restaurant was like, the stifling cig
arette smoke and bare tables were
not alluring. She was almost glad
when Warren came back with a brief
"full up."
But as they turned to leave some
body called out jovially, 'IHold on
there! Always room for two more!"
Warren nodded his thanks as they
took the end of a bench made.vacant
by the others sliding themselves and
their dishes closer together.
Somebody shoved toward Warren a
soiled menu mimeographed in purple
ink. Glancing over his shoulder,
Helen saw the items, "Bean soup, 10c;
Small steak, 25c; Succotash, sc," and
promptly decided that the food was
too cheap to be either good or clean.
"Seem to be shy, on waiters;' War
ren tried to catch the eye of a man
in shirt sJeeves dashing kitchenward
with an overloaded tray.
"Steve's the only food slinger here
-but he's a wonder," a man opposite,
Informed them sociably.
"He must. be .to wait on this
crowd," admitted Warren.
"Never been to Mollie's before?"
"This is our first offqnse."
"Well, I'll show you the ropes.
,Write your order on' this," reaching
ifor a small pad, "and give it to Steve.
"1,Then forget it!"
"Any bread up that way?" called
"Sure!" and a long' French loaf
went coasting down the bare table.
Helen thought 'of the wet, dirty
dishcloth with which Steve had just
wiped off one of the other tables, and
decided not' to eat any bread.'
"How' about a cocktail?" Warren
lasked their friend opposite. "Can you
get anything to drinlk here?"
"If they know you. Take a chance
j-write'It down anyway."
"Dear, look!" Helen was gazing at.
ithe weird hectic-colored posters above
the line of coats. "Are they Cubist
and Futurist-or what?"
"There's the chap that drew them."
The man opposite pointed- out an
,anemic-looking youth with flowing
hair and tie. "Maybe he-knows."
Steve now dashed up with a tray
laden with bowls of thick, reddish
brown bean soup, Two of these he
shoved across the table to Warren.
The soup had slopped over the
nickel edge of the bowl in smeary
brown streaks. With a feeling of re
vulslon Helen pushed it from her.
"What's the matterT" sharply. "N'ow
no superoilions aia here!"
"But, Warren I caIa't very well eat
soup with a fork." for only a fork and
Ia black-handled knife were at her
"The spoosu are ouati there In the
pantry-in a box to your right," was
the helpful susgestion of a young
woman maet to Helen.
With the air of a habite, Warren'
:strodob back to th green swinging
door, bheyond which seoeral of the
others had forse&
"Did things look lesman?" whispered
Heles when he returned with the
"Didn'tf notloe," indifferently. "Ah,
here 'we are!" as Steve slammed be
fore them two oocktaul in plain whis'
ky glasses.
The cocktails were dark and sweet
e ish, and Helen drank hers with dis
taste, but it gave her courage to try
the soup.
S"If Steve don't bring all you ordqr"
e (the man opposite reached for his hat
S and coat), "hustle out and help your
seltf. That's the rule here."
e His place was soon taken by a dark,
b foreign-looking woman with gleaming
's black eyes and pallid skin. She
seemed well known here, and was
greeted with careless familiarity.
d "One of my blue days," as she lit
S a cigarette with long, nervous hands.
"How I loathe Sunday! If I'd had a
Sgood dose of cyanide, I'd have shut
f fled off today."
s "Oh, we all feel like that at times,"
comforted the man with the Vandyke
beard who sat next to her. "What
got you hipped today?"
"I don't know," musingly, watebini
Y the circle of her cigarette ;moke, ee -
d cept this was the aiueveraryf df'Of
divorce." te
4I Eouldn't mind a Ifttie thing like
.. , · -. '.
that," said her neighbor cheerfully.
Taking off her dusty black hat, she
tossed it up on a hook. Her dark, I
cloudy hair was coiled in a careless
knot low on her neck.
Helen watched her, fascinated. It
was a glimpse into a different world.
Who was this weird, dark-eyed wom
ant What did she do? In spite of
her unhealthy pallor and her shabbi
ness, she was curiously attractive.
"Now that's what I call a fetching
get-up," grinned Warren as a man '
came in with a slouch hat, baggy cor
duroy trousers, and sandaled feet.
"Sandals!" Helen stared at the tan
straps over the black soles.
"We've struck the real thing this
time," with a chuckle. "Wonder if
that's a bomb," as another pewcomer
deposited a box on the mantel.
But it contained nothing more
alarming than some announcements
of a "Feminist Ball," which were dis
tributed with jovial comments.
As several were now leaving, the .
man with the Vandyke beard rose and
hospitably announced:
"A jamboree at Jimmie's tonight!
Everybody come that can!"
"Oh, I don't think I'll go after all,"
murmured the dark-eyed woman.
"What're you going to do?"
"Go back to my room and mop',"
flicking the ashes from her ciga
" "Don't be a fool," lighting his pipe.
"Where're you living now?"
"Same place - 380 Washington
square. It's rotten-but the room's
only four per. Man overhead walked
the poor all last night."
"That was pleasant. You come on
to Jimmie'sl Have a drink first."'
"No,,thanks. I'm not drinking. 8o
" long.; Tell Jimmie my mood's not
Shilarious enough for his party."
I Taking a quarter from her hungry
looking purse, shp laid it by her plate,
reached for her hat and Jacket, and
i, hurried out.
880 Washington square-what kind
Sof asplace was it? wondered Helen. T%
what dingy, dreary room was thiq wo.
man returning? 11
It was late now, and thw orbwd, was
.. gradually thinning, "Mollie" .herself1
9 cameaout from the pantry, rolled down
. her sleeves, took off her apron, and
sat at one of the tables to chat. . She
I was tall and angular, with short, )ushy
hair, and an interesting face. ,
f "Good crowd tonight, Mollie?"
"Fair. Forty-eigBt. If they'd only
y come earlier."
t "No. I'll pay for my own dinner. .I
d graft on cigarettes-but not on food,"I
insisted a girl as a man went up. to e
a Mollie with two checks.
a "I'll have to sign for mine tonight"
announced the man with the sandalbs
e as Mollie drew from a deep pocket a
bag of change.
t "Wonder if I dare tip her?' mut*
o tered Warren.
t But when Mollie handed him hid
change, it was with a friendly "Good.
" night" and an air that plainly implied
n "no tips."
g Outside it was snowing-wet, sting
ing flakes. Helen shivered and held
y her muff to her tfce as they atarted
1- down the ice-coated steps.
,e "Wasn't it interesting?" eagerly
taking his arm: "But not at all what
a 1 expected. I always thought anr
Y archists--"
I . "Oh, they're not the bomb-chucking
kin:" Walren paused to turn up his
v collar. "Just an impracticble bunch,
trying to make over the world. Did
t ypou hiear that chap spouting about the
4 war and universal anarchy"
. "No,l was watching the woman o>
posite us. Wasn't she weirdt? Yet,"
Smusingly, l"in a way lhe was ausat
a lns, too. There's Washlnston square
ga just head. Let's walk through ad
Me wiat 80 is like."
a' "Some studio ol~t Kaow wha~lt
a the matter with her-do't yest"
S"Why no," wonderingly; 'what do
you mean"
e bh!" with a shedder, tbghtpnga
her hold on hs'arm.
, They were on the south ide of the
Ssquare now, and through the swirl'
a inr snow Helen tried to read the
numbers over the dimly lit doorways.
t- 384, 382, 860-the shabbiest of all
a- that shabby row. The lower windows
7 were dark, but there was a faint light
on the third floor. The blind was up
' and Helen could see the dim, un.
It shaded gas jet and a patoh of wall
r- paper. It looked unutterably dreary.
Was that her room? Was she up
k, there now, trying to fight off the craw
g ing for the drug that was wrecking
e her?
a For a fleeting second Helen had a
wild impulse to dash up to that room
It -to tell that woman that she wanted
i. to help her. Then, as Warren impa
a tiently drew her on, she lowered her
f- face in her muff and hurried along the
slippery pavement withaout looklng
e The whole evening had been for'
it Helen an illuminating glimpse lttoe
the ardmless goodelldwshlp, tMe reck.
. less improvidence, nd the sordidnessI
- of Eeob)inlaintm. oAnd now 'she1
7 aprss Ch ser to Warren with a throbj
Sof ta flurlser s that it wasa life of.
e -hich neither of them was a
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Stockholders Meeting
Notice is hereby given, that.. the
annual meeting of the stockholders.
of the New Orleans.Great Nortbhe ,
Railroad Company will be held at
the Company's onee, Boalusi,
Wasrlingtbn Paish, . Loiiaiat
t1: o'lockk aaL aondayi Ja
S8th. 1917 for the co at
transaction of such of p
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