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IsCladTo Answer Any Inquiries Concerning Pierre.
Business and Residence Lots
Orugs, medicines and Chemicals.
Perfumery, Soaps, Combs and Brushes. Trusses. Supporters, Shoulder Braces
Fancy and Toilet Articles, Books -ind Stationery, Grr.ss
and Garden Seeds.
Glass, Putty, Paints, Oils, Varnishes and Dye-St'ifts,
Pure Wines and Liquors for Medicinal Purposes I'aten Median?:-, etc. Fam
ily Medicines u,,d Physicians' J'rescr tions aecurt'.sly
Compounded at all lit urs.
It goes four times as fur as common salt and is cheaper
at any reasonable price. For sale by
o. :.
For anything in llic line of staple and
fancy groceries at the lowest possible
living prices go to E. IJ. Grilley.
He has also a large assortment of dry goods
and notions to dispose of and will sell
at cost for the next thirty days.
Sole Agents for Wells 2nd Addition, embracing one-third of plated area of
Pierre. Choice acre properly suitable fcr platting for sale,
at from SCO to $200 per acre.
is now piatted and on' the market. The plat can be seen at our office Dakota
Central BaniC, opposite Wells House.
Paid in Capital, $100,00. 00.
Surplus and Profits, $10,000.00.
The accounts of individuals, firms and rporations
solicited. Interest paid on time deposits.
S. Sebree, Register of Deeds. Chas. L. Hvue. Real Estate.
Amos N. Blaxdin, Stocks and Bonds. B. J. Templeton, Mayor City of Pierre.
•T. C. Eager, Dry Goods and Groceries. Adoli'ii Ewert, Cashier.
O. J. Taylor, President of the National Bank of Sioux City.
For Stock.
One Horrible Scene of Man)- In Rlexte*
in the Iays of the Muntpxutnak.
Fifty-two years constituted the Azteo
cycle. To this cycle was added a comple
ment of thirteen days, intended to make
the solar nnd civil years agree. It waa be
lieved that the world would come to an end
on the last night of a cycle, and that the
gods, if merciful, would light their fires on
the distant mountains. If the world did
not come to an end the Aztecs congratu
lated themselves that it would survive an
other cycle, and' the thirteen compliment
ary days were passed with feasts, sacrifices
and bacchanals.
In the temple of Huitzilipochtli there
was to be a gladiatorial combat, which
was nothing less than a sacrifice. The six
ministers of the ceremony were at hand.
Topiltzin. the chief among them, clad in a
crimson vestment, with a crown of vari
colored feathers, was performing the
duties that preceded a sacrifice to the god,
and the others, with white robes )ordered
with black, their faces hideous with som
ber pigment and mouths painted white,
assisted him. A crowd ailed the stons
walls of the U-mple to witness the spccta
cle, surging with impatience about tli«
temalcatl (or round, stone platform, eight
feet high) where the combat was to tak*
The victim, a prisoner of war, is brought
In. Ariped with only a short spear and
shield, he is placed upon the temalcatl, tied
by out foot and confronted by an Aztec
warrior fully armed. The flat nostrils of
the victim are distended, his black eyes
burn with desperation his coarse, black
hair straggled about his face, and his
thick, purple lips quiver as he views the
well armed soldier before him.
At a word they fall to the fray. The
spears clash and tlie.v fight like demons—
the victim with the desperation of certain
death, the soldier to uphold his valor
among hi* comrades.
Suddenly, realizing how unequal the
conte-t, and that his fate is sealed what
ever the outcome of that battle, the pris
oner tlirows away his shield and spear and
presents his lirenst to the soldier's weapon.
A pause, a blow, and the victim falls
heavily to the »toue.
In a trice the priests, with frenzied
shouts and hair streaming about their do
moniacal faces are upon the temalcatl, and
have borne the dying man to a block of
green jasper, on whose convex surface
they throw him. This is the sacrificial
stone, and Toplitzin, who now takes th«
name of the god to whom he sacrifices,
opens the breast of his victim, tears out his
heart and offers it, still palpitating, to th«
Then the bleeding trophy is placed iu tht
hollow mouth of the idol Huitzilipochtli,
and the lips of the statue daubed witk
olood. The dead man is decapitated and
his head deposited in the Tzotnpatli, an os
•uary where the skulls of sacrificed pris
oners of wat are set into the walls. Tht
soldier claims- the body for his own, and
bears it away for the delectation of him
self and his anthropophagical comrades.
The Aztec annals that come down to us
are glutted with scenes like this.—Detroit
Free Press.
Reaching for the Hi|k Notes.
If nature has endowed a singer with th«
power of producing high notes they will
be sung spontaneously. Otherwise they
will neither be agreeable in quality or toue.
All singers are not alike. Their voices arc
pitched in different registers. Some an
pitched high, others low, and a great many
medium. If a singer, not uaturally en
dowed with a high register, attempts to
•log beyond his or her capacity by forcing
the voice be or she is in danger of injuring
the voice. Any one possessed of a good
voice may by study and culture produa*
higher notes than they otherwise could
hope to do, but no professor of music, no
matter how eminent, ever created a voiot
where it did not previously exist.
Great singers are born, not made. Many
singers have temporarily strained their
voices by trying to do too much. If th*
voice is naturally high no matter what
the pitch may be the singing will lie pleas
ant and agreeable to the ear. If, however,
ft singer tries to do too much the effect will
be similar to a man who endeavors to walk
up two steps at a time when he is only able
to make one. It will prove ruinous. Do
not strain your voice, or you may lose it.—
Signor Catnpanini in Ladies'Home Joui
Grueling by Smelling.
The respectful greeting oft
Fiji is to take
and smell the hand of the superior without
rubbiug it. In the Gambia when the men
salute the women they put the woman'*
hand up to their noses and smell twice at
the back of it. In the Friendly islands
noses are joined, adding the ceremony ol
taking the hand of the person to whom
civilities are paid and rubbing it with a
degree of force npon the saluter'sown nose
and mouth. The Mariana islanders for
merly smelled at the bauds of those to
whom they wished to tender homage.
Capt. Beechy tells of the Sandwich
islanders: "The lips arc drawn inward be
tween the teeth, the nostrils are distended
and the lungs are widely inflated the face
is then pushed forward, the noses brought
Into contact, and the ceremony concludes
with a hearty rub."—Garrick Mallery 1b
Popular Scienoe Monthly.
Fldo'i Importance.
Mrs. De Kay Knighn—I wish you wool4
throw that cigar away.
Mr. De Kay Knighn—Why, love, you
•aid you liked to hare me smoke before
we were married.
Mrs. De Kay Knignn—But I didn't have
Fido then. It makes him cough dread*
Sbfr—Did yon succeed in mastering
French while abroad?
Ho—Nearly. I did not suooeed in mak*
tag the Frenchmen comprehend me, nor
could I make out what they were driving
at, but I got ao that I could undenta&a
myself when I talked.—life.
The Great aad Only.
"Tee, sab," said the colored waiter, "I'm
go'n' ter leave the hotel business. I'm
goln' with a show."
"Ton won't get any tips there, will yoaf
"I never took a tip in my life, sah. Dat'a
how I come to get de job. Pm goln' with
*dime museum,
sah."—Detroit Fw Pi
x«. %r "v'^"-
••vf ••!'/J* -.sTV- 'Y' A
A WlM Neighbor.
Small Boy—Mamma, may I go skating
on the lake?
Fond Mamma—No, dear you are too
careless with your precious little life.
"Oh, I'll come back safe. Just ask our
new neighbor. He'll tell you you needn't
be afraid on my account."
"Well,. I declare! What does he know
about it?"
"I don't know, but he said only yester
day I wasn't born to be drowned."—Good
"Did the fishman have frog's lees,
"Suro I couldn't sec, mum he had his
pants on."—Life.
Uneful Annie Ronney.
A horse which had been pulflnga heavily
loaded wagon suddenly took it into his
head to lie down on State street, and then
he refused to rise.
A large number of men gathered around,
and of course every man bad a suggestion
to offer.
"Yank the bridlel" yelled a man in a
The bridle was "yanked." but the horse
still lay there.
"Twitch his tail!" screamed a man on
the sidewalk.
The tail was twitched, and the horst
Eeemed rather to like it.
"Poke him in the ribs!" said a third sug
The prodding was promptly performed.
No result.
"Stick pins in his ear!" remarked a man,
evidently an active member of the Society
for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals.
'Twas done, but the horse only moved
his head from side to side.
"Three or four felloes get astride htm
and he'll ^et up," was the next suggestion.
The crowd was ready to try anything,
and it detailed four venturesome men, whe
climbed on the horse and kicked simul
taneously with their double quartet of
heels. But the animal never budged.
The situation was getting serious, for th«
•rowd was blocking the thoroughfare
when a genius yelled
"Sing 'Little Annie Rooney' to him!"
That waa enough. With a snort of ragt
the home raised himself to his fore feet,
then to his bind ones, and started off ao
rapidly that many of the spectators had
hairbreadth escapes.—Chicago Inter-Ocean.
Shunning Notoriety.
"Are you the editor of the paper?"
"I am. What can I do for you?"
"Well, I thought I'd step up and see how
you are. My wife and I are going to Cap«
May to-morrow."
"Yes but I wouldn't have anything said
about it in print, of course. My name ii
Simpkiv—Azoriah Simpkins."
"Glad to meet you, Mr. Simpkins, I'm
"Now, don't go to puttin' anything into
the paper about our going away. Westart
o'clock, and I reckon we'll be gon«
pretty near a month. I need the rest, an3
Mrs. Simpkins waa getting run down. Ol
course I know how anxio«s you newspapei
men always are for ao item, but we art
plain people and dou't want any notori
ety. My wife always likes to see 'Simp
kins's pelt without a 'p,' but the old fash
ioned way is good enough for roe. Well,
know an editor's time is valuable, so I'l1
•ay good day."—PhoBnixville (Pa.) Meases
ad Seen Fid**
Mrs. De Fliitte— Boy, did yon see astray
pug dog around here anywhere?
Smart Boy—Ves'm. I just saw one bein'
chewed up by a big bulldog, an' I saw an
other bein'tied to a tin can an* kerosene
poured all over 'im, an' I saw another bo
iug chopped up fer sausage, an"
Mrs. Finttc (clutching at a railing fot
support)—Ooo! Horrors! I'd give $3
get my little Fido safely back.
Smart Hoy—All right, mum. You wail
here half a miuute.—Good News.
Helping the Cause.
Mrs. Hayfork—Pop, why is it that w'en
you take up lb' collection at tb' church,
you qlways push y'r way into cv'ry pew,
instead o' lettiu* the people sittiu' there
pass th' plate oloug?
Deacon Hayfork (a pillar—So's to step
on th' corns o' them sinners wot don't give
ttothin'.—New York Weekly.
No Exceptions.
Cynic—All men are cowards without «x
Ben nick Nonsense. There are some
brave men in the world.
Cynio—And what are brave men but
cowards who are such big fools that they
don^t run away?—Munsey's Weekly.
Jimmy (aged 6—What would you like
for ft Christmas gift—a sealskin sacaue or
a hone and buggyf
Jaonle (aged 6)—A sealskin sacque.
Jimmy—Well, I've got aeven cents saved
up already, and Fll see what I can do.—
By aad By.
«I» young Magnm a practicing phjnpt.
"He hopes to be. He's only been at It
year -Washington Post.
The Ptnk of Fropricty.
He—Now, Miss Evelyn, you wouldn't
idsaayouog man under any circumstances,
would you?
She—Of oouree not.
He—And why?
She—Because he' should take the initia-
Hon TaniB'JJiXby iuHv vis
Capitol Wait
V9 -Ifj. C- «L
It Waa Small Hole, bat He Got Oal
All Bight.
His eye lighted on the man wearing the
wolf skin overcoat as soon as he entered
the door, and the presumed far westerner
had scarcely got seated when he was
accosted with
"From Colorado or Nevada, I presume?"
"No, sir, from Idaho."
"Anywhere near Boise City?"
"Kight from that plaoe, sir."
"Ah! glad to have met you. Wanted tfl
talk with you about the weather out there.
Been very cold this winter?"
"Not so very. It was oniy 15 degs. be
low when I left."
"Is that the coldestf"
"Well, we had it 33 degs. below for a
few days in December."
"Did, eh? I have been keeping track of
the weather as reported by the signal serv
ice. Here is Boise City pasted in this col
"I see. You must have an object?"
"Certainly. I travel a good deal, and I al
ways like to stop a liar in the first round.
This report does not show that you have
even touched zero this wintor. How ia
"My ft lend, is that the weather bureau
report?" asked wolf overcoat.
"It is."
"Yes, sir. Can you get over it?"
"I don't have to, sir. I should have told
you on the start that onr town is divided.
Half of it is built on an old glucier, and
the other half in a crater of a volcano. Tie
signal office is located in the latter half,
nnd even in January they have to poui
water on the floor to cool it off. Up in mj
half we often have it !M degs. below, while
they are picking roses down in the crater
Signal service is mily for half the town,
sir, and before you call a Boise City tnan a
liar you should find out which half lit
lives in. Go awav from me, sir! You look
like a bad, bad may!''—New York Sun.
Th«? KflVct of a Chestnut.
"RememU-r, boys," said the new teacher,
who, being still new at the business, knew
not what else to say to make an impres
sion, "that in tlie bright lexicon of youth
there's no such word as fail."
After that he paused to observe the effect
of the chestnut.
After a few moments of very deep silence
a red headed 1k- from Boston raised his
"Well, what is it, Socrates?" asked the
"I was merely going to suggest," replied
the youngster, as he cleansed his spectacle*
with his handkerchief, "that if such is the
case it would be advisable to write to the
publishers of that lexicon and call their at
teution to the omission."—Moutreal Mail
A Crashing Saccei*.
Bad Boy—There's old man Stouter right
in front of me. Now see me send him spin
HA, HA! HE, it El
Old Man Stouter—This is glorious ftjm
It i-eminds me of the time when 1 used
coiut- while I waa a boy.—Munsuy's Weekly
Kiioit|-ti to Make llim Gloomy.
Kingley—Why, old man, what make*
you look so gloomy You haven't had a
falling out with your wife, have you?
Bingo—Worse than that. With our ser
vant girl.—Life.
We All Know Theu.
(Then Hercules had finished his twelve
labors there were not wanting plenty oi
people who said, "What! Only twelve?"—
Fliegende Blatter.
Her Suggestion.
He—Tell me what yon think of my last
poem. I want to finish it, as I have other
irons in the fire.
Bhe—I should withdraw the irons and in
sert the poem.—Life.
JLmyVvlfs' ,e -AfTVV
Chewing flnn
The chewing gum Imsitnvi tags* a
(mall scale some thirty ye ,-r-, ago. it was
then manufactured and tt.ied principallj
in New England. This article w:ts made
from the gum of the spruce tree. Another
kind of gum was and ir made from paraf
fine. There was a prejudice at first ga
manufactured chewtng
and years
ago children were toid that the stnTwas
made of "niggers' heels."
The raw material of chewing gti'ii mode
today come-sfrcm the Mexican c'.iii! -. pote
tree. That the stuff "tutti fnitti" a
made of. Tne story runs that, a Yankee
by the name of Adams imported th Mexi
can gum to have it take the place nf gutta
percha or so'ft rublier, but the experiment
failed. Accidentally he broke off a bit of
the stuff and chewed it. That gave to
him the notion of manufacturing the sub
stance into chewing gum. The business
now housed in a six story building and
gives employment to over 2.7) people.—
Pittsburg Bulletin.
The Way to Tack Apple.
Passing through Washington market I
noticed a man in one of the big commission
itores packing apples !n a barrel. What
•truck me usleingdecidedly peculi traliout
this ordinarily commonplaceoper. 'iu'i was
the fact that he picked out tin biggest
apples nnd put them in the bottom of the
barrel. "Why do you put the big ones in
the bottom?" I inquired with no little curi
osity. He gave me a knowing wink as he
replied- "Oh, they open the barrel- at the
bottom nowadays." N'o further explana
tion was necessary.—New York World
The Baling Pasftion.
They were teaching the swell little New
York girl to count.
"Three hundred and ninety-seven, threw
Bundled and ninctv-eight, three hundred
»ud ninety-nine, four hundred," said tha
And the child followed correctly.
"Four hundred and one," continued the
"Go on," said the mother, "you were
doing very nicely."
"No, mamma." she said with dignity, "I
can't go beyond the
And there shoMuck.—Washington Star.
Tlie Power of Suggestion.
"Goodness gracious, wli-it is that?" ho
cried, starting from tlie table as a noiss
like a cycione working piecework shook
the honse
"1 gu^ss it's that awkward new girl let
one of the cakes 1 baked for dinner drop
on the floor."
"Ob, it's that I thought the house was
only struck by lightning.''—Philadelphia
Five Dollars' Clear Profit.
Drummer (to country merchant)—How's
biz, Mr. Sharpe?"
"Can't complain just made five dollars!"
"How was that?"
"Man wanted to get trusted for a pair of
boots, and I didn't let him have'eml"
Munsey's Weekly.
anting for a Home.
Mrs. Homeseeker—These apartments are
charming, and the price is certainly rea
sonable. Are you sure there are no nui
sances connected with the building?
Honest Agent—Well, mum, it has a jan
itor.—New York Weekly.
Ik I- 1 W 1!
Bjiuks— I've just iuvented an iuk bottle
which will make my fortuue.
Bjones— What kind is it?
Bjinks—It sounds an alarm at the ap
proach of a mucilage brush.—New York
His Vocation.
Trapson—Never handled a gun, eh? Good
gracious! What's your occupation?
Spacerly—I write up the hunting and
shooting department for a daily paper.—
Week's Sport.
His Bea»oii.
"Carl, it is not very good of you to say
bad things of your friend behind his back."
"Yes, but, father, wheu I say them to his
face he beats me."—Fliegende Blatter.
A Kia» In the Dark.
It was iu the dark at the foot of the stair
Where after the (lance
traced her,
I heard her step and 1 caught her theni
And fondly kissed and embraced her.
She did not seem to take it amiss.
And finding myself ia clover,
I wasn't content with a single kiss,
But 1 kissed her a dozen times over
And I knew that I was not £ivin? offence*
To her, for she fUMincd to like it.
Ah, me! 't\cas a biusful experience—
How lucky I was to strike it!
Then a liffht appeared and flight I took
With xuy mind on distraction's borders:
1 had caught and been kissiu£ the colored
Who ura# going up stairs for orders.
-CiU»e Cod Hem.
An Other* See I'm.
Englishman (to fair American tour!»li«
Well, I suppose none of this Swiss scenery
Will compare with your Niagara?
Fair American (with some embarrass
ment)—I've never seen Niagnra.
Englishman—Ah, pardon me I thought
that you were a married Ionian.—Life.
Always Successful.
"1 understand that Trott«r is the agent
for a well digging concern."
"Best thing in the world he never un
dertook anything yet but what he ran it
into the ground."—Harper's Bazar.
"And, Edward, although you live in i:
wicked city, I suppose yon go to church
"Oh, yes I haven't .ssed an Easter for'
An Ex-Mayor Hew Tork.
A. Oakey Hall, whi .ed to be mayor of:.
New York in the old ".veed days, can be
seen along the Strand almost every day, still"'
looking well and hearty. He has a quiet,
home and seems to be- very well contented
with life, declaring that a man can ouy
g»at deal in England for what be earns, -.
and does not seem to want much as in
the United States.—London Cor. Atla&t*

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