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HER HEAD IS TURNED
THE EDITOR OF THE KICIER TELLS
OF A BRIDE'S DEPARTURE.
She Got Carried Away With Bill Saunders
and Left Major Ward to Weep Out a
Lonely Existence ;While She Headed To
ward New Mexico.
LCopyright, 183,. by Charles B. Lewis.l
HARD LINES.-The scarcity of the female
sex in this locality would be positively ap
palling but for the fact that we have be
come accustomed to the situation. No east
ern man can comprehend the feeling which
comes over a man who stands on a street
corner for five hours at a stretch without
getting sight of a pair of French heel shoes
and a hat trimmed with hollyhocks and
climbing roses. Three weeks ago our es
teemed fellow townsman, Major Ward,
went east as far as Iowa and got him a
.wife, arriving back home last Saturday.
She was an old maid who had been "disap
pointed" some six or eight times and had
been presented with a medal for being the
homeliest critter in her lounty, but the ma
jor thought her an angA. He broughlt her
around to THE KICKER office to be intro
duced, and our bachelor heart increased its
beatings over 40 per minute. The boys got
out of the saloons and poker rooms and
cheered her as she passed, and bonfires were
lighted in the evening to celebrate the ans
picious occasion. We understand that the
major spent $100 in bringing the festivities
q*~ e occasion up to the boiling point. We
were- onally arranging a grand recep
tion for the bride to be held Wednesday
evening, when the major casually dropped
in to inform us that she had scooted. She
went away Tuesday evening with Bill
Saunders, seated behind him on his yaller
mule and headed for New Mexico. Flat
tery had turned her head, and she probably
got stuck on Bill's flowing side whiskers,
which are the flowingest whiskers in all
this territory. The major was a badly
busted man, and we could not comfort him.
He sat in our office and wept like a child.
It was no use to tell him that man cometh
up like a flower and is cut down and that
of such is the kingdom of heaven. We
filled him up with a brand 22 years old and
sent him to his desolated adobe to sleep off
his grief. We understand that Bill Saun
ders, who is a resident of New Mexico. was
lying around here with that sole object in
view-to steal some Arizona man's critter
after he had been to all the trouble and ex
A BADLY BUSTED MAN.
pense of freighting her out here-and we
hereby warn him that if he returns he will
get no mercy. We have put the major on
the track of an Idaho widow who can stand
on a log and chop equal to any man, and in
time the poignancy of his grief will get
sand papered off, and he will bring another
angel into our midst.
A BRUTAL OUTRAGE.-Yesterday we re
ceived a private letter from our valued
World's fair correspondent dated from a
Chicago bastile. For the past two weeks
he has been much annoyed and put out by
the odd and eccentric ways of eastern peo
ple, none of whom it seems wear buckskin
suits or carry lassoes on their shoulders.
Monday last while our correspondent was
rounding up the stock in the art depart
ment he came across a marble statue called
"Sikey." "Sikey" hadn't any clothes on.
Our correspondent estimated her at so
much dead weight of marble and allowed
for the carving, and his figures on her cash
value footed up only $230. It seems that a
galoot from New York, who never heard
the howl of a coyote nor witnessed a stam
pede of steers, undertook to give our corre
spondent some pointers on art, and the nat
ural result of such a display of gall was
that the said galoot ran up against a cactus
ready for business. Hle went away and
squealed to the police, and our correspond
ent was violently removed from the grounds
and chucked into a bastile as a dangerous
character. We beg to gently inquire wheth
er this is the fourteenth or the nineteenth
century and whether the corset encircled
east owns any more of this great show than
the untrammeled and unconventional west.
The owner of "Sikey" put her value at $20,
000. Wasitany wonderthat ourcorrespond
eat, who has ihad four different wives in his
time and none of whom cost him $500,
bucked at the figures? We happen to know
that he owns an onyx mine and three mn.
bie quarries, ahd who should be a better
judge bf a hunk of statuary? Half anhour
before the fracas over "Sikey" commenced
that same ostentatious, egotistical jacka
napes tried to make our correspondent be
lieve that a certain oil painting was valued
at $25,000. The whole thing, frame and: all,
wasn't large enough for a poker table, and
the man who brought it to this town and
asked above $50 forit would be looked upon
as seeking to block the wheels of civiliza
tion. We have telegraphed our correspond
ent to find out who is running the show.
If there is to be any discrimination against
the west, we shall order him home at once
and then proceed to make the hearts of
45,000,000 eastern people ache for six months
THE LIMEKILN CLUB.
Brother Gardner Has a Few Words to Say
on the "Ending Up."
"Am Brudder Rambo Johnson in de room
dis eavenin?" queried Brother Gardner as
the regular businessobf the meeting was
"He ar. sah," was the prompt reply of
the brother named as he rose up and re
moved a horn button he had been holding
in his month for the last half hour.
"Step dis way, Bradder Johnson. I hera
few words to say to yo'. Yo' war not at
de last meetin of dis Limekiln club."
"bitr three days last week yo' war sittin
ia yo'r house in fear an tremblin."
"Sorter fear and tremblin, sea."
"Last Sunday yo' begun shoutin at de top
of'a y'r woloie an kept It up till a policeman
~ sn de pint of takin yo' to jail"
. - "SOler shoutt , ash."
'"Beudder Johnson, I want yo' to look ma
': rx In do eye for three or f o'mmin
continued Brother Gardner. "I knows'
what's de matter wid yo' an seberal odder
members of dis club. It startvl wid de
comet. Some fool nigger went around say
in dat de comet was a sign dat de eand of
de world was nigh to hand, an about a doz
en of yo' hev bin half scared to death fur de
last month. Last Sunday yo' had yo'r coat
an vest an brogans off, an was specting to
sail upward ebery minit. A week ago to
night yo' sot on de doahstep till yo' had a
chill, but dar was no sailin. Ar yo' still
lookin fur de world to eand up?"
"S-sorter lookin, sah," stammered Broth
SHOUTING AT THE TOP OF IIIS VOICE.
"Reckon yo' am keepin boaf ears open to
h'ar a biff---bang--crash! as de comet
smashes into de world and knocks down
all de dishes in de pantry. Den, as the
plaster falls an de shingles fly off de roof,
yo' figger on spreadin yo'r wings and sail
in away. I think I know de programme,
an I think I understand de gineral situa
shun. Brudder Johnson, look- at me in
stead of de floah. Now, sah, by varchew of
de authority given me as president of dis
club, I shall fine yo' in de sum of $6,000 an
costs, an it am needless to say dat de costs
will be about fo' times de fine. It will take
yo', as I figger it, about 13,000 y'ars to pay
de sum total, but until it am all handed in
to de treasurer yo' will stand suspended on
de books. Yo' kin sot down."
Brother Johnson wabbled down the aisle
to his seat, and the president looked severe
ly around him and continued:
"Dar am no bylaw techin dis matter of
de eandin up of de airth, but I'm gwine to
make one. De next member of dis club
who quitswork to sot around his house an
wait fur de trumpet to blow will drap outer
dis club wid appallin suddenness! While I
doan' say nuffin agin de rabbit's fut nor de
dreambook, an while I expect moss' of yo'
to consult de goose bone an be guided mo'
or less by de new moon, I'ze gwine to hey a
limit. De white man hain't afeard of com
ets. He jest keeps peggin right along, com
et or no co:net. He reckons dat de world
will eand up some day, but he doan' let it
interfere wid his sleep. He wants to go to
heaben jest as bad as de cull'd man does,
but dat doan' stop him from makin 2S or
$2.5~) a day right along. De chances are dat
when the trumpet blows he'll git a long
start of us. I want dis foolishness to stop
right heah! If de white man kin take
chances, so kin we While he continues to
walk upan down wid his hands in his pock
ets, dar am no call fur us to be tremblin
wid fear. I once backed a note fur de Rev.
Penstock an had to pay it, and I'ze inclined
to be powerful caushus, but I'ze perfectly
willin to guarantee dat if de comet hits de
world de smash won't eben stop a clock. De
world must come to an eand some day, of
co'se, but it hain't gwineter be next week
nor de week after.
"We will now disperse to our var'ns
homes, an in gwine ter bed we'll figger dat
de world will be runnin on de same old time
card at seben o'clock in de mawnin an dat
we've got to put in our best licks to make
up fur lost, time."
WHY THE ELDER DIDN'T.
In His Humble Way He Had Raised the
There was a tall, solemn looking colored
man, wearing an old Prince Albert and a
faded Greeley hat, leaning up against the
side of the grocery store when a short, fat
man of the same complexion came along
and stopped before him and said:
"Nigger, I'ze powerfullyminded to punch
yo'r ole head off."
"What's de mattah wid yo'?" asked the
faded out old man after a long stare.
"What's de mattah wid me? What's de
mattah wid me? Hain't I got a gal named
"Reckon yo' has, sah."
"Hain't dat gal jest a dyin to marry one
of de pillars of de church?"
"Reckon she am, sah."
"An hain't yo' a pillar?"
"In my humble way I'ze tryin to be a
"An in yo'r humble way yo've bin stop
pin at my house fur ober a week, hain't ye?"
THE "PILLAR" STRUCK A GAIT.
"'Bout a week, sah-'bout a week. Yo'
kindly inwited me todun stop wid yo', an I
"Yes, I kindly inwited yo'," shouted the
fat man, "an what.am de result? Dat gal
Linda reckoned her chance had cum. She
dun put on herbest clothesan jewelry. She
dun quit her job at de hotel at $5 a week.
She dun read up on de Bible an hymnbook.
She jest couldn't sleep nights fur thinkin
yo' was dun gwine to ax her tobe yo'r wife.
Did yo' ax her?"
"Of co'se not. How could I dun ax her
when I'ze got an ole woman ober at Lib
"But why didn't yo' say dat befo' Linda
was tooken in luv?' Yo' seen dat luv agrow
inan a-buddin ana-bloomin, an yit yo'didn't
put yo'r hand on dat gal's head an say,
'Chile. I'ze dun sorry fur yo', but dar's an
ole black woman in de way, an I can't be
nuffin but a brudder to yo'.' Did yo' say
dat? No. Fur from it. Yo' let dat gal's
Inv bled an blossom till she spected to be
Stbscribe to the (JLaRiOW.
committed to matrimony, an den yo' vicari
ously disformed her dat yo' was already
hitched up fur life. Elder Davis, whar am
dat gal Linda now?"
"To home, I reckon."
"Yes, to home; but what am she a-doin?"
"But I know. She am lyin on de sofy in
de pa'lor wid her eyes rolled up, her teeth
shet an her fingers clinched, an now an den
she kicks out vid boaf feet to once an calls
yo' by name. Elder Davis, I'ze gwine
But he was too late. While he was spit
ting on his hands the elder pulled his hat
down, gathered his No. 12's under him and
jumped for the middle of the road. The
fat man jumped after him, but the "pillar"
struck a gait which carried him along three
feet to one, and in five minutes he was half
a mile away and hidden by a cloud of dust.
OBLIGING A SHERIFF.
A Disappointed Man Who Wanted to Go
I was talking with the sheriff in front of
one of the village stores when a constable
drove up with a man in a buggy and said:
"Kurnel, this yere is Jim Howland, who
has bin sentenced to jail fur 90 days by the
court over at Marion."
"Jim Howland, eh?" queried the sheriff,
as he looked the prisoner over. "What's
the sentence fur?"
"Stealin pigs, I reckon."
"Yaas, stealin two pigs," added the pris
"Stole 'em suah enough, did yo'?"
'Waal, yo' orter be sent to jail. Look
yere, Jim Howland, what soit of a man
might yo' be on the average?"
"Purty squar, kurnel-purty squar."
"Because," resumed the official, "one
end of the jail has caved out, the roof has
sunk in, and the niggers has ripped out all
the floors. It's a mighty lonesome place to
put a white man in, and Idon't reckon he'd
stay but over two minutes. I don't want
to be bothered goin around thar two or
three times a day, and I don't want to put
yo' to the trouble of breakin out."
"I see," mused the prisoner.
"And so, yo'd better jest pass yo'r word
not to get onery and skip out, and yo' kin
hang around town and come up to the house
"I'd druther be in jail, kurnel. Fact is,
I've allus wanted to be sent to jail, but
sumthin has allus happened to prevent."
"But consider the circumstances, Jim.
Yo' hain't nuthin agin me, hev yo'?"
"Oh, no, but it'll disappint the ole wom
an and children if I'm not put behind the
"Thar hain't a blamed bar or bolt or lock
about the shanty, Jim."
"Couldn't I be chained to the wall?"
"Y-e-s, yo' could, but it would be bad fur
yo'r health. Yo'd hevy chills inside of three
days. They'll hevy the new jail done next
year, and then if yo' feel that yo' must go
to jail I'll take yo' in for 30 days."
"Waal," said Jim after picking his teeth
and scratching his head for awhile, "I
don't want to be onery to nobody, and as
yo' seem to want to do the squar thing by
"I'D DBUTHER BE IN JAIL"
a feller I'll agree to hang out around town,
but remember, kurnel-remember that the
next time I'm sent to jail I'm either goin
thar or rip the cotton out of one hull side
of this county!"
And Jim got down and took a drink and
was soon seated on the grocery platform
telling the crowd of idlers what ailed the
county and the remedy for it.
A Queer Condition.
Somebody challenged Jones to fight a
duel, thinking to scare him.
"Well, it's a go," replied that cheerful
lunatic, "but only on one condition. You
know how nearsighted I am? Well, to
make things equal I insist that I shall be
placed 10 paces nearer my opponent than he
is to me, for the fellow's got an eye like a
Visitor-Is your father out?
Visitor-Where has he gone?
Bobby-He hasn't gone nowhere. He's in
the smoking room playing poker.
Visitor-I thought you said he wasn't at
Bobby=---I said he was out.-Life.
Head of Firm-Look here, Trainmaker,
those clothes of yours look pretty shabby.
Seems to me when you go out on the road
you should dress a little better.
Trainmaker-Well, sir, what can you ex
pect when you allow me only $4 a day for
my expenses?-Clothier and Furnisher.
Mr. Gotham (at the World's fair)-Mag
nificent exposition, isn't it?
Mr. Lakeside - Don't know. Haven't
had time to see it yet.
"But you live hei.?"
"Yes; that's the trouble. I sell sand
Host (of summer hotel)-Have you given
our new boarder his bill for this week?
Host-Then you haven't added it up right.
Clerk-What makes you think so?
Host-Why, the man is singing!-T-it
A Good SnggesOtlio.
A little girl living down town was saying
her prayers the other evening, and had
just finished "Give us this day our daily
bread' when a precocious 4year-old broth
er exclaitned'"Say tookies, Fanny."-Texas
"This photograph doesn't look a bit like
met" said Jarley to thb photographer.
"I know it," said the photographer. "I
-was afraid to make it exactly like yon for
fear you wouldn't take it."-Harper's Ba
$1~ a year for the CLARIoN. -
HOW HE WON SUE.
It Was a Hard Fought Battle, but He Got
There Just the Same.
Every one of us on the car spotted them
for a bridal couple as they got on at a small
station, but there was that about the groom
that claimed every one's attention. He had
a pair of badly bruisgd A4d,blackened eyes
and a skinned nose. ft was plain that he
had had a fight, and we were all curious,
and an hour later, when he went to the
smoking car, several of us followed on and
asked him for an explanation.
"Yes, I had a font," he said as he lighted
his brier root. "I had to hey a font to git
"There was a rival then?"
"Reckon not. Never seen any rivals
round thar. Nobody but me and Sue and
"But who did you fight with?"
"Sue's pop, in course. He un gin me
these yere black eyes."
"Didn't he want you to marry the girl?"
"Oh, he un was willin 'nuff, but he said
I'd got to lick him fust. Over a y'ar ago
he un took me out into the bresh and says:
" 'Tom, ar' you gwine furto be spliced to
that gal o' mine?"
" 'If she'll hey me,' says L
" 'Whoop,' says he as he cracks his heels
together, 'but nobody kin be spliced to Sue
till they ar' big 'uuff to lick her ole dadl'
" 'I'll grow fur ye,' says I, and with that
he cracks his heels some mo' and crows
like a rooster and says he'll be ready any
time I am. I was dun ready yesterday. I
goes over to the house and says to the ole
"'Uncle Eben, Fm yere fur to be spliced
" 'Whoop! Whcopeef' he yells, 'but yo'
dun remember what I told yo'? The rep
tile as splices Sue has got to lick her old
"'That's what I'm yere fur. Come out
into the co'nfield, and I'll wollop yo' till yo'
"That tickles the ole critter half to
death. We goes down and peels off and
spits on our hands, an he un cracks his heels
and crows and yells at me:
"'Tom, yo' ar' my mutton! I'll make yo'
cry like a baby befo' I hit yo' twice! Look
out now, fur Bald Mountain is gwineto hit
yo' right a'tween the eyes!'
"With that the fout begun. We tore up
hills o' co'n. We pawed up the airth. We
raised a dust like a drove of cattle. He on
was hard as hickory nuts and as quick as
cats, but I knowed I had to lick him or lose
Sue. I knowed, too, that Sue was in the
cabin a-prayin fur me to lam - out of the
ole cuss, and I fit as I never fit befo'. It
lasted half an hour, and then he un hollered.
"Was he hurt any worse than you?"
"Waal, when the ole woman come out
to help lug he an in, she un didn't know
him by sight. He un couldn't stand up at
the ceremony, and he won't see to cut his
toe nails for about fo' weeks to come."
"But wasn't he mad at you afterward?"
"Reckon not. Reckon he an hed no cause
to be. He un just whooped and-crowed and
cracked and said as how I'd hey to lam him
fust, and so I lammed. Oh, no; he un
wasn't mad. When we uns got ready to
come away, he on whooped alittle whoopee
and calls out to me:
" 'Tom, durn yo'r shackelty hide, but it
war a fa'r font, and yo dgyrned the ole man
and got the gal, and if yo' git dead broke
up thar at Ashevillesend me word, and I'11
sell the ole mewl fur $7 and send yo' the
money.' "-Detroit Free Press.
Lucy's Last Chance.
Lucy Yerger, the eldest daughter of Colo
nel Percy Yerger, is well on in years, phe
nomenally ugly and unmarried. A few days
ago Colonel Yerger happened to mention
that old Professor Snore of the-University
of Texas was somewhat absentminded.
"Is he really so very absentminded?"
asked Mrs. Yerger.
"Yes, he is the most absentminded man I
ever saw. He does and says the most ex
"Well, hadn't you better invite him to
call and take supper with us? Perhaps he
will propose to our Lucy if he is as absent
minded as you say. He is about the only
chance the poor girl has."
"I don't think he is quite as absentmind
ed as all that.," replied Colonel Yerger.
Daughter-When your little duckie dar
ling gets married, you'll no longer be the
same to her, will you?
Old Gentleman-Nonsense! I'll love you
as much as ever.
"And won't our relations change a bit?"
"Of course not."
"I'm so glad, because now I can marry
Mr. Slimpurse, and yet go on being your
little duckie darling and having things
charged to you just the same."-New York
"What's this item in your expense ac
count, my dear: 'Dog license, S2?"'
"It's what it seems to be, George. A li
cense to keep a dog."
"But we haven't any dog."
"I know that, but we might want tobhave
one, and I thought it well to be prepared."
Nothing Second Hand.
Mr. Flirtleigh-May I kiss you?
Miss de Muir-No, you may not.
Mr. Flirtleigh-Will you let me kiss you
for your sister?
Miss de Muir-I might, if you had not
been kissing my sister for me.-Vogue.
A Familiar Sound.
"Are you pretty well acquainted with
your mother tongue, my boy?" asked the
schoolmaster of a new scholar.
"Yes, sir," answered the lad timidly;
"ma jaws me a good deal, sir."-Tit-Bits.
"Fo' de Lawd's sake, Malachi. what doin
-tandin in dat 'dicklus position?"
"Modder done put a mustard plaster on
ma back larse Chrismus, and clay done fo~
got all about it till dis yar Fofe July."-
$11 a year for-the Cra1Iox.
THE PANICKY MAN.
Whenever there's trouble in this thing or that
No matter how distant the place,
When somebody says that finances are flat.
Or that war signs are easy to trace,
The average person v ould stick to his task.
Still doing the best that he can
To keep things as well as it's reason to ask-*
But along comes the panicky man.
With significant looks and a voice that is low
He hints at disheartening things.
His "you mightn't have thought it, but now.
don't you know"
In mournfulest minor he sings.
Though full of good cheer and contentment at
Your task for the day you began.
You'll presently almost regret you were born
For along comes the panicky man.
Shall people be led by the raven, whose note
Is the moaning of idle despair?
Shall mere puny Terror take Thrift by the
And Courage her mission forbear?
Not so, for the public is wiser today.
It has hit on a different plan,
For 'tis well understood that the sensible way
Is to sit on the panicky man.
An Unhappy Man.
Harkins found Snooper standing at the
door of a large dry go~ds store the other
day with a deep scowl on his face.
"What's the matter, Snooper?"
"Confound this rain!"
"It won't hurt you. Run for a car."
"It won't hurt me, but my wife is inside
"That's all right. She's dry there. She
can wait until the rain is over."
"That's just thetrouble. She went in for
a moment to get a paper of pins or some
such inexpensive purchase. Now it'sgoing
to rain for an hour or two, and she'll stay
thei. till it's over."
"Well, what of it?"
"What of it? It's easy to see you'renot
a married man. Why, my dear sir, she'll
overhaul the entire stock in the store, and
goodpess only knows what she won't buy.
Great Scott, man, this rainstorm will cost
me $50 at the very least!"
And Harkins went on, leaving Snooper
wringing his hands.-Harper's Bazar.
Vhat's In a Name?
Great Editor-It beats all how every fool
that can't do anything else thinks he can
write! Now this story! Silly, weak, utr
terlypointless and withoutmeaning. Send
it back and tell the writer to go and.saw
wood for a living. Such stuff makes me
Critic-But, sir, that story is bythegreat
writer, N. Large Thinktank.
Great Editor-What! Great Scott! Send
him a check immediately and write out a
lot of big display ads. announcing that this
magazine will next week give its readers
the greatest treat of the year-amagni.fcent
story, thrilling, of breathless interest, full
of pith, originality and point, by the world
famed author, N. Large Thinktank, Esq..
written inthat great writer's happiest vein
And don't fail to again call attention to the
fact that this periodical spares no expense
in providing its readers with the finest lit
erary feasts obtainable.- ruth.
An Amereian census gatherer was col
lecting the papers from thedifferent houses
in one of the lower districtsof a large town.
and an intelligent looking woman handed
him a document which contained an amui
ing entry. The inquiry, "Married or sin
gle?" instead of reading so put the question
"Condition as to marriage?"
%nder this heading the woman had writ
ten, "Hard up afore marriage, worse after
In the Saleroona.
Mr. Hazeed-Will it play--er--'UtM
ra Boom-de-ay ?"
Salesman-It is a regular pano, sir. It
will play anything.
Mr. Hazeed-Play hymn tunes?
Mr. Hazee4-An "Georgie" an "Sweet
Mr. Hazeed-Wal, Idunno as I wants my
hymn tunes an them concert hall things
mixed up. Show me a planner as plays
only hymn tunes.-Harper's Weekly.
A Qu eton of Definltion.
` Have you been fishing?" said his father.
The boy was silent. There was evidently
a great struggle going on within him.
"You must answer me, my son. Have
you been fishing?"
"Well, father, will you tell me one thing
"Yes. What is it?"
"Do you call it going fishing when you
don't cateh anything?"-Washington Star.
The everne of-the XedaL.
mrofeseor--My dear young friend, I am
very pleased you come and see me so often
to talk over scientific subjects. It augurs
well for your future career.
Student (to professor's daughter)--1 am
sorry we have so little time for conversa
tion, Fraulein Kathi. Your father is al
-ways bothering me with his scientific que
Te Beamson Why.
Pollard-I understand your club gave a
dinner a year ago to raise subscriptions
toward a mastodon clubhouse it intended
to erect. I see nothing has been done since.
What has become of the project?
Powers--Well--er-yo see, we have been
lying low ever since. We haven't been able
to pay for the dinner yet.-Truth.
A Bad sign.
Mamma-Doctor, I'm very much worried
about the baby. He isn't like himself at
Dotorw-What are the symptomsmad
Mamma-He sleeps at irgh--Brooklyyn
He Wa Ready..
"Will you have your esasage now, lfi"
said the waiter to Mr. Dilligham. -
"Yes I am prepared for the worat."
cobble-Ro w doou findtsde?
St oe-Tbsth'S the great trouble I cnt'
fiu4 it.-Ciothieramdl Vuralnwhb
; yre for1 the CL&BDQSi.
ALPHONSE LEVY, ANT DIETLEIN, J. T. SKIPPER,
President. Vice-President. Cashier.
The First National Bank
Receives money on deposit. Loans mon.y on good security. Buys and sell.i
exchange. Makes a specialty of collections; and in fact transacts a general banking
business. -The patronage of merchants, planters, and the public at large respectfully
solicited. O ett11.
OPELOUSAS FEMALE INSTITUTE.
OPELOUSAS, ST. LANDRY PARISH, LA.
This Institution is UTndenoeinational, Practieal and Progresslve.
DISCIPLINE FIRM AND BASED ON SOUND PRINCIPLES, ENNOBLING
AND DEVELOPING CHARACTER.
Honor and Self-Respect Promoted; Methods of Training and Culture Thorough
The Curricula Prepares the Pupil for University or Practical Life.
Certiflcate and Diplomas Conifrred; Buildings Comfortable and Commodious.
W Patronage Solicited. For further particulars apply to
J. F. ARMENTROUT, B. A. (U. of Va.) Principal.
mchl MRS..~ . M. HA YES, Vice Principal.
MISS LEOLA B. WHITE, First Assistant.
CRADOCK will make the season of 1F35 at Sunset Stock Farm, on the following
conditions: Standard-bred mares will be served free of charge; mares with reoords of
2:40 and better will be served for 50 per cent; mares with records of 2:50 and better
will be served for 75 per cent I will give to the owner of the first yearling by Cradoek
that gets a record of 2:30 or better, $750; the first two-year-old $500; the first three-year
old $300; the first four-year-old $200; the first five-vear- old $100; the first six-year-old a
free return privilege. I will match one of Cradock's colts with any horse colt in the
"four parishes," to be trotted in September, 1894, as yearlings, on track mutually agreed
Service fee $15 with usual return privilege, or money returned, at my option.
R. I.. AB EY
feb25 tf Sunset, St. Landry Parish, Ia .
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For Cheap Lumber,
ALL KINDS OF LUMBER!
a..nrd eezitr cof IEt
Go to Washington.
Gibbens & Nicholson
Also Three-foot Boards, and Sawed and Split Shingles.
Manager, United States Commissioner, and
Notary Public, Opelousas, La.
Accounts Bills, Notes,' Drafts, and other
evidences of debt collected promptly, in
the parishes of Acadia and t. Landry.
Charges moderate. No collection, no com
missions expected. Business solicited.
ýopR SAL., AT im2 P ACir.-
L'me Tracta of Land TRAVERSED
BY THEI TEXAS AND PACIFIC RAIL
ROAD in tlie parishtof S Lanry, between
-elvhile and Palmetto stations. These
lands have been recently survyed and are
heavily tmasbed with vtiamlerJed
ard a ash tnbeA. Apply to tbo
as piloovele , -Is.O& i ra L
A. J. BERIER,
, e, r t.mr t
Oflee, earr tndry aiid Union n
neit to LMqmyersk Co.
ocut1ly O.PELOUA, LA.
B. M. HULSE,
Attorney & Counsellor at Law,
Office on Bellevue Street, Opposite the
PRODUCE FOUUMRY, EGOS?
If you want top market price for your
produee, poultry egs game, wool, bides,
etc., ship to cot d_ T'homas, 74s.ydras
street, htew Orleans, Is. This firm tthe
largest dealers in eggs and poultry in the
South.- They are buyers arnd ship for
New York, Key West Central- Acmrlan
ports. You are sure of pettg fairair tresat
ment and top market re ar shp g to
JAS. J. LEWIS,
All bills, notaresdrat, Stot cot
locted in the, prGishes oftaa n
Aeadi Cheeiw emodaerate. m