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A COUNTRY THANKSGIVING.
Ay* good man, close the great barn door:
The mellow harvest time is o'er!
The earth has given her treasures meet
Of golden com and hardened wheat.
You, and your neighbors well have
wrought,
And of the summer's bounty caught
Won from her smiles and from her tears
Much goods, parhaps, formally years
You come a tribute now to pay—
The bells proclaim Thanksgiving Day.
Well havo yofi sown," well have you
reaped,
And of the riches you have heaped.
You think, perhaps, that you will give
A part, that others, too, may live.
But if such argument yuu use.
Your ni^^ird bopaty I refuse.
No gifts you on the altar lay
In any sense are given away.
Lo! rings from Heaven a voice abroad:
"Who helps God's poor doth lend the
Lord."
What Is yoKr wealth? TTd have to know
To have it, you must let it go.
Think you the hand by Heaven struck
cold
Will yet have power to clutch its gold?
Shrouds have no pockeis, do they say?
Behold, I show yoa then the way:
Wait not till death shall shut the door,
Bat sead your cargoes on befere.
Lo! he that glveth of his hoard
To help Qod's poor doth lend the Lord.
To-day, my brethren—do not wait
Yonder stands Dame Kelly's gate
And would you build a mansioa fair
In Heaven, send your lumber there.
Each stick that on her wood-pile lies
May raise a dome beyond the skies
You step the rents within her walls,
And yonder rise your marble halls
For every pane that stops the wind
There shineth one with jasper lined.
Your wealth is gone, your form lies cold.
But in the city paved with gold.
Your hoard is held in bands Divine
It bears a name that marks it thine.
Behold the bargain ye
'have made
With usury the debt iB paid.
No moth doth eat, no ihieves do steal,
No suflering heart doth envy feel.
King out the words:. Who ofhis hoard
Doth help Qod's poor doth lend the Lord I
Go get your cargoes under way
llie bells riug out rhaulcsgivini Day!
A Memorable Thanksirivin!:.
Thanksgiving week was always a busy
week at the Gates homestead, but it
seemed lo Dear that it was busier this
year than eycr., Shfe* couldn't quite
understand 5t, either,' for as they were
coming home from church on .Sunday
she heard her mother sav to Aunt Mar
garet, with a little break in her voice,
that she had "no heart for Thanksgiv
ing this year." Dear knew why, and she
thought they would have a sorrowful
Thanksgiving,'or, perhaps, no Thanks
giving at all.
But Tuesday morning there could be
no doubt thai, they were to have Thanks
giving this year, for there was what
Tiptop called a "bonfire" made in the
groat brick nven in the kitchen, which
since Dear's remembrance, was opened
and healed only during Thanksgiving
week. Tiptop mounted a chair so that
he could Bee into the oven, and shouted
"Fire!" and danced In ecstasy till, for
getting that lie had on'y a chair-bottom
lor a Hoor, he danced oil', and bruised
his nose, and had to be eomlorted by
Dear just when she- was'so busy seeding
iftisius.
Koundtop and Squaretop counted it a
great privilege to brine In the long sticks
of hickory wood to heat the oven, each
holding
an end, tugging it along with
great gravity, and an occasional fall on
their toes, and if they were allowed to
thrust a small stick into the oven,their
saisfaction was complete. Dear paused,
ID her hurried trips through the kitchen,
to look into the blazing
depths and think
of Shadrach, Meahacli and Abednego.
Then they all stood ajound to see the
coals drawn out and the oven swept and
when their mqther, .holding, her hand
far in to test the temperature, solemnly
declared it was "just right," they
watched breathlessly while the loal-cake
and spice-cake and cookies were care
fully put in,'and breatlied a deep sigh of
relief when the .oven djor closed upon
the good things committed to its keep
ing.
Wednesday- morning the oven was
heated again, and filled with mince pies,
which came out so delightlully brown
and so deliciously fragrant that the
Gates children^'grew desperately hun
gry, and thought Thanksgiving would
never come. .Aud then such pumpkin
pies, an apple pies, and tarts, and at
last, as the evening drew on,great batch
es of brown bread and rye bread and
wheat bread filled the oven to the door.
When the 'cliicken-pie and turkey
were rcadv for the next day, the tired
mother dropped "liito*(fie low' rocking
chair, and taking Tiptop on her lap
looked wearily intd theflre.
''Let mo hold Tiptop, mamma," said
Dear. thinking.-Jtow .-Mredi her mother
was but r.ftr mother toade answer only
by holding Tiptop with a closei arm.
The children gathered around as the
twilight came on, ami sitting there wait
ed for tlflsir fatUer.to.jjqiue.^,, Grauuftlly
silence'fell upon them all, broken only
by the subdued roaring of the lire ia
the stove, and the 1 ud ticking of the
clock on the mantel-shelf.
As Dear listened, how vividly came
back that sorrowful night when stie
stood and heard the clock ticking loud
er and louder, as Tiny gently breathed
her life away and it teemed to Dear
that she would never again hear the
clock ticking in the night without think
ing of that scene. She glanced at her
mother, and did not wonder that she
had no heiirtjfor Thanksgiving this year.
Indeed, she thouiht they all had more
cause for complaint thau Thanksgiving.
Half blinded by tears, she started up,
and, going to the window, looked out.
It was a frosty starlight night. There
was no snow on the ground, but here
and there patches of ice were forming
over the pools of still water left by the
henvv fall r:MiiB.
"Why don't papa come?'' said Tiptop,
fretfully
"Ho will come soon," said the mother,
soothingly, and in obedience to an old
habit, began absent-mindedly humming
Greenville, the one tune she know, and
by whose aid she had year after year
hummed the Gates babies to Bleep.
"Is papa at the shop!" asked Dear, in
the lirst lull in the humming.
"No ho went down to the cotton-mill
with a load of bobbins, and he ought to
be hero by this tims."
"May I go a little way and meet him?"
asked Dear.
"Yes," remembering that Dear had
been in the house all dav—"only first,
light a candle and make the tea, and put
more wood in the stove, and bring me
Tiptop's night-dress, and untie the boys'
shoes, and wear your hood and don't be
gone long."
Dear had closed the outside door,
ready to start on a run, when she beard
old Fan's whinny in the direction of the
barn. "Papa has come, and is unhar
nessing Fan," thought she, feeling a lit
tle disappointed that she could not meet
liirn and ride home. Instead she
turned to the barn.
At the stable door stood old Fan,
steamine as if she were having a vapor
bath. "Papa had a load home," thjuuht
]ar as she went up to pat Fan. But
what was that she stepped on? A thill?
Yes a broken thill, still hanging to the
harness. Startled, Dear glanced around
the yard. The w.iznn wn not there,
niu! now :iiie s.r.v tlmt oily a part of the
harness was on the horse, and that was
trailing on the ground.
Before this fee'ing in hei heart had time
to take shape, Dear opened the stable
door and let Fan ii., and, carefully clos ng
the door, ran for the st reet. The road over
the hill Jay, like three narrow foot
paths, with straight ridges of turf be
tweeti, and along these narrow paths
Dear sped with flying feet, straining her
syes to see she dared not think hat.
At the brew of the hill she paused and
looked down. Th road wound like a
brook down the long hill-side, turning
lo the right and to the left, with here
and there steep pitches and many bars,
till it was lost in the darkness far down
toward the vi lley. As far as her eyes
could reach there was nothing nnusual
to be seen but at her feet lay a broken
harness strap. Up that »oad Fan had
come, and down that road Dear must go.
On and on, over bars and pitches,
scarcely touching the ground, loose
s'ones hit by her feet living before her,
till, suddenly, halfway down the steep
est pitch, she came to aplaceinthe
road wliere the stones and the travel
had been plowed up as if by the plung
ing of a horse.
Here lay the wagon-seat. A little far
ther on lay two or three planks across
the road, and at the foot of the steep
pitch lay, on its side, a wrecked lumber
wagon, which had run backward till it
capsized: and across the steep gutter by
the roadside lay a load of plank which
had slipped from the wagon as it
went over. Here was a part of the bro
ken reins, belonging to the harness
with ihe ends under the load of plank.
The wagon was her father's. Dear
knew that but where was her father?
She stood and looked 011 either side, up
the hill and down into the valley. Noth
ing moved thero was not^ven wind
euough to bend the tall dead grasses by
the roadside, and no sound was to be
heard in all thn still night but the gu-g
ling and babbling of tho little brooks
that had gullied deep channels in the
water-ways on either side of the road.
Dear could bear this silence no longer.
"Papa, papa, where are you?" and the
wild ciy went up the hill-side and down
into the valley bringing 110 answer.
"O papa, papa' what shall I do?" she
called again, and as she listened with
straining ears, she heard, or thought
she heard, a low moan near her. She
dropped on her knees. "Papa, papa,
are you here?" It was a prayer now!
Surely she heard a sound as if in answer
and it seemed to come from the plank
that had slid over the gutter.
In an instant Dear was ever there,
peering among the planks. She could
see nothing but she ceuld hear a sound
plainly now. She tried with frantic
haste to raise the planks, hut there was
not strength enough in her small arms
for that, and almost without thought
she darled, not up the hill to her moth
er. bat down into the black vallev at the
foot of the hill, where a cart-path leading
Irotn the woods intersected the road.
Along this dark path, overgrown with
alders, she went till she "amo to a low
shanty built between two trees, and,
bursting open the door, she cried:
"0 Biddy McCoy! couie quck some
thing dreadful has happened on the
hill.
"Wh»t is't yer sayin'?" said the stir
tied Biddy, starting from her seat, hut
as Dear was aire idy out of doors, she
added, suiting the action to the words
"Here, Bridget, take the baby, and you
Mike," to a stupid boy by the tire, "get
yer lanthern ami come along and with
out waiting t'i put anything on her head
she followed Dear.
The child was already out of sight, but
Biddy went
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VOLUME II. KIMBALL, BRULE COUNTY, DAKOTA, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1883.
in the bed of the gutter. The planks
were over him like a roof, or the cover
of a box, and, when the last one wag
off. Dear saw her father's face, still
and white, but she could not utter a
Bound.
"Howly Mother, help us," ejaculated
Brady. "Take his feet, Mike, and help
get him out of the wather. He'll be
drowned intirely if he's no kit already."
For as he lay damming up the narrow
channel, the ciioked water Imd risen
and spread around him in an ever-rising
pool.
As they took him up and laid him
down in the road, tho motion seemed to
rouse him to life, for Biddy, stooping
over him with the lantern, saw his eyes
suddenly open. He looked about hiin
in a bewildered way, and then clutched
at tho reins that were still in his hands,
shouimir: "Whoa, Fan, whoa!'' Then
ho slowly raised himself on his elbow,
aud seeing the planks scattered
about him muttered: "Why! she's got
away."
"Are ye much hurted, stir?" asked
Biddy, concernedly, taking his arm as if
she would help him to his feet
"I don't know, I'm cold," said he
slowly.
"An' well ye might be lyin' in all that
wather," and she told them how they
found him lying in tho gutter, with the
planks over him. hut not on him, and
the water around him.
"Is Ihat HI, Dear? and has the horse
gone home?" asked he after a moment,
seeing the little, shaking figure beside
him.
''Yes, papa," and all at once the con
vuls ve sobs leaped beyond her control,
and she fell 011 her knees, quite unable
to say or do anything but sob.
The sight and the sound of her sobs
did more than anything else to reBtore
her father to himself. With Biddy's
help he slowly rose from the ground,
and, after standing a moment, he said,
steadily: "I believe I am all right, only
cold and a little confused. The fall must
have stunned me, but for your help, my
good woman, I should have been a dead
man soon."
"It was yer little girl tould us. We
shouldn't have known."
He held bis hind to Dear, and she
caught it and held it under her chin,still
unable to speak.
"Do ye think ye could, walksur? Ye've
no right to be standin' here wid yer wet
clothes."
Thus admonished they began to move.
Biddy and Mike and the "lanthern"
went with them to the top of the hill.
By that time Harvey Gates had obtained
full possession of himself, and he bade
Biddy good-night, telling her he would
see her on the morrow.
"Now, Dear," said he, "run home and
tell your mother quietly, that the wagon
broke do n, hut that I am all right and
will be in directly."
It was not until near noon the next
day, when Dear broke into an irrepres
sible fit of sobbing, that her mother
knew how near death had been to them
that night. She turned very white and
after a momentsaid: "Children, we have
great reason 10 he thauktul to-day."
A little later Harvey Gates came in.
He had been down with Luke to get the
SIcCoy.out
at a sounding gallop till
Bhe came to the foot of the hill. There
she saw the small figure Hying before
her and beckoning her on.
"Shure, ah' something dreautul has
happened," said the breathless Biddy,
crossing hersell as she Jcame up to the
wrecked wagon. "Is any one hurted?"
as Dear called Iter to help.
"I'm afraid—I'm afraid there's some
on?, under the planks," gasped Dear,
trying single-bantKid to lift the load.
"Here gurl, that's 110 way to warruk,
tak'the top one lirst. Mike, ye lazv
Bowl, get along wid yer lanthern!" and
her voice went down the hillside like the
blast-of a trumpet, starting even the
slow Mike into run.
"There, huu'.d that," said she, hand
ing the lantern to Dear, aud with Bid
dv's stout arms at one end and Mike's
at tue other, the planks were flung over
into the road. Dear held her breath,
and before the planks were all off ey
could see that a man lay there strotched
lanlcs of the road and to see Biddy
He told a pitiful story of the
provertv in the little shanty. "There
will be no Thanksgiving supper there
to-day," he said. Mrs. Gates winced a
little. She was a thrifty woman, and it
was not easy for her to understand the
blessedness of giving. 'And such a ba
by, such a little c?ite of a baby!" con
tinued Harvey Gites, as if speaking to
himself.
"A baby?" repeated Mrs. Gates, paus
ing on her way to tho oven "did you say
Biddy had a baby?"
"Yes, and the poor little things looks
half starved."
"Mainaia," said Dear, eagerly, "why
can't wo have them all up here to
Thanksgiving supper? we've got enough
for them.'1
Harvay Gates glanced at hip wife.
After a moment's hesitation she said.
"Yes, they can come, I suppose, if
thero aint more'n forty or fifty of 'em
and she opened the oven door, and
basted the turkey with energy. "Har
vey," she called, as she heard him go
ing toward the door, "tell Biddy to
bring tho baby and bore, you take that
tlrol shawl in the entry to wrap it up
warm."
And BO the McCoys had the grandest
Thanksgiving supper of their lives and
no more thankful company gathered in
New England tint dav. the Gates fam
ilv leeling very tender over their es
cape from a great calamity.—Josephine
B. Baker, in S. S. Time*
liAI'i i:i/l!V A'tiATOK.
Joseph Johnson, a Young Lad Caught
by Monster 'Gator.
From the Valdosta, Ga., Times.
Captain E. B. Johnson, of Clinch
county, writes us the following particu
ars of a desperate struggle with a mon
ster allegator in which his little son, Jo
seph, played an unwilling part: It
seems that Hev uerson's millpond, near
the northern part of the country, had
nearly dried up, and one day last week
was chosen by the neighbors for a sein
ing frolic. Captain Johnson, with his
little son, joined twenty-five or thirty
others in the un lertaking, as it was
known that trout and the various fish ol
the perch family were te be had in
great quantities by the going, The par
ty were supplied with nets, gigs, and
other appliances, and were Bcaltered
here and there over the now shallow
pond playing havoc with the finny tribe.
Master Joseph carried a bag or corn
sack, in which to deposit the fish when
caught. When loaded with as many as
he co"ld carry he would take them out
and make a deposit and return for
more. In making one of these trips,
while wading through the water about
three feet deep,'some distance from the
fishermen, a monster alligator, said to
tie of unusual size, rose suddenly right
at the boy and seized him by the thigh.
A desperate struggle ensued—the boy
battled for his life and the alligator for
his prey. It so happened that the bag,
which hung by the hoys side, was caught
in tbi alligators mouth with the thigh,
and it pioved a sort of shield—lessen
ing greativ tho incisions made by the
brute's teeth, and thus, perhaps, pre
venting a shock to lus nervous syBtem
which might have ade him succumb
without the struggle which saved him
his life. By an etlort—one of those su
perhuman efforts which come to men
only when facing death—the boy tore
his bleeding flesh Irom the alligator's
jaws. The monster grimly held to the
nack a moment with a delusion perhaps,
Miat he still had his prey, affording the
3 jy an opportuni'v to escape. He had
aardly extricated himself trom the jaws
)f death before the fishermen, alarmed
by the struggle, were at hand, and an
other battle ensued. Thirty men armed
with gigs, poles, pocket-knives and such
other instruments of war as were at
hand, charged upon the monster. Be
ing in three feet of water, the 'gator had
considerable advantage, but these men
had their blood up and were not to be
out-done, when one of the party made
bold to seize him by the tail and legs.
Theie were too many of them for the
'gator to slap around with his tail, a pe
culiar mode of 'gator warlare, and he
had to give up the fight. A harpoon
was plunged intj his mouth, and then it
was safe to approach with pocket-knives.
Soon his head was severed from his
body, and the victorious party irched
out of the pond with the monster's head
on a pole. Fortunately a phv.-dcian was
among the party, and lie ato'nee dressed
Ine, boy's aounds. Captain Johnson
writes us that Master Joseph, while he
Killers much, is doing well, and will
likely be out soon.
A K5NI) DEED IA* THE WA.lt.
Interesting Train of Incidents Con
necting Maine and Georgia.
A Maine paper relates that Gov.
Robio's wife recently addressed the
Biddeford Grange, and her remarks
having been quoted by the Dixie Farm
er, of Atlanta, Ga., Gov Robie wrote the
ediior the following letter:
Sidney Herbert Lancey:
DEAR SIR: I thank you for the copy
of your interesting magazine. I have
read its contents with much pleasure,
accept my thauks tor th3 complimen
tary notice you were pleased to bestow
upon the paper which Mrs. Uobie pre
pared lor a Grange meeting in Maine.
We hardly expected it would be repro
duced so far (rom home. It was my
lortune in the year 1S42, belore I had
reattnined my majority, to teach an
acad
emy in Thomas county, Ga. I stillmem
ber with admiration the kind and hos
pitable characteristics of the citizens of
thatuountv. Hook back that period upon
as one of the happiest years of my life.
1 have watched the progress which your
state has made during tHe past 15 years,
and I rejoice at your success. It was
mv fortune to be an otlicer (paymaster,)
in the Union army. A little incident
occurred in the* seven days' battle
tn front of Richmond, Va., which I
shall never forget. I was temporarily as
sisting in caring for ihe wounded prison*
ers at Savage S'ation and while dis
charging that duty I found Col. Lamar,
of Georgia, who was severely wounded
by a mime-ball, which had penetrated
the groin, making a fearful wound. The
surgeons were discussing the necessity of
amputation at the hip joint. Col. Lamar
expostulated, and asked me to use my
influence and his wishes, against such a
course, which I did, being myself a sur
si&ou and physician. I told him tint I
was once a rkhei. of Georgia, and when
a young man received many favors from
her peop'e, and was glad* of an op
portunity to do him a kindness. lie
Hsked me for a blanket, Arhich I was
very glad to find and present to him.
After this little episode, circumstances
required that I should leave with liasle,
and although I have often inquired I
have never learned the fate of that brave
officer. My only object in making men
tion of this incident is to inquire of-you
whether Col. Lamar still lives? The
Grange organization has accomplished
much in restoring good feeling and
Kindly relations between the extreme
sectio is of our country. The future
greatness of a "free and united Nation"
increases every year, as the representa
tives of different and remote sections
become better acquainted and their pur
poses betier understood. May ouijfriend
abip grow and be perpetual so as to es
tablish eternal peaci. Yours truly and
•raternally. FREDERICK KORII:.
Acknowledging the receipt'of this let
ter Major Lancey wrote: "I was born
Bangor, Me., was educated at Water
lie, and WHS a schoolmate of Gov. Ding
'ey and GJV. Chamberlain. So you see
I have reason to love Maine. Some
weeks ago I read in the Maine Farmer
the resolution of the Third Maine vet
erus as to a soldiers' home for disabled
Confederate soldiers and sailors. Show
ing it to the Mayor W. T. Garey of Au
gusta, member of the House irom Rich
mond, he drew up resolutions which
were adopted unanimously by a rising
vote. In the senate, as Col. Lamar is
hairmau of the committee 11 the state
ol the republic, tie called up and elo
quently advocated Hie resolutions which
uad passed the House."
Major Lancey also inclosed the follow
ing letter from Col. Lamar:
HAMULINSVILLG.' Ga., Oct. 24,1SS3.
My Dear Major: Yes! 1 am the Col.
Lamar to whom Gov. liobie refers. I
AUS wounded in tho groin by a minie
ball while leading my regiment (the he
roic Eighth) in a chame in one of tile
aeries of battles around Richmond. I
.vas captured and carried to a field hos
pital at Savage Station. I cannot describe
to you my sensations at this critical pe
riod of my life, when the surgeons were
discussing the propriety 01 taking off my
leg or perloru-ing an operation to take
up the'femoral artery. Well do I re
member the kind gentleman who inter
posed in my behalf. I was very grateful.
1 need not be ashamed to telt'you that
my tears bore witness to the sincerity
and force of my feelings, I love him
like a brother and he shall find me one
indeed it the wonder-working dispen
sations of Providence suould ever place
him in tho want of a brother's arm or
mind or bosom. I take this occusian mv
dear Major, to unsure you ot my high
esteem and most curdiai regards,
L. M. LAJIAU,
According to a correspondent of' the
Boston Advertiser the Vermont experi
ment of conferring the right of suffrage
in school affairs on women has not been
attended with success. The number of
women voting has steadily declined since
the passage of the law three years ago
and this in spite of the fact that meet
ings bave been held, and repeated at
tempts made by Boston women suffra
gists to 3tir the women up'in this matter.
Thus in Burlington at the first election
after the passa of the law sixteen out
of two hundred voted. At the second
election the number dropped to five,
and this year only eight votes were
thrown, though the number entitled to
•ote had greatly increased. And what
is true of Burlington is 1 rue of the rest
of the state. Is it really true, as alleged
by the opponents ot woman's rights,that
women do not care for the right of suf
frage? It would seem to be the fact
from this indifference to its exercise.
The best located
town in Southern
Dakota, being situ
ated near the cen
ter of Brule County,
in the midst of the
best fanning and
stock country in
the world. The
proof of which has
been fully demon
strated in the mag
nificent crops of the
past few years.
KIMBALL
Is located on the Main Line of
the Chicago, Milwaukee & St.
Paul Railroad, 48 miles west of
Mitchell and 22 miles cast ot
Chamberlain. It lias a line pub
lic school building, good church
es, a first-class postoffice, two
banks, two s'ood hotels, one
large grain elevator and mate
rial 011 the ground for another,
tin
•ee lumber yards, all tarrying
immense stocks several black
smith shops, good livery stables,
and stores representing all
branches of trade. Still the
country demands more and to
live men great inducements are
offered to invest in this
Beautiful Town
The Brule County Agricul
tural Fair Grounds adjoin the
townsite and is one of'the best
fair grounds in the Territory,
with a good half-mile track.
THE TOWN IS BOOMING
And now is the time to invest.
D. WARNER,
Proprietor of the original town
site, has platted and laid out
three additions, all adjoining,
with a continuation of streets
and alleys. Part ot which are
in acre lots, so as to enable all
classes to be suited in procuring
a residence lot. The most de
sirable blocks 011 Main Street
are still for sale to those who
desire to engage in business, and
great inducements are offered
to that class of men.
The climate in this part of
Dakota is everything to bo
desired and is fully as mild
as that of Ohio, Indiana and Il
linois, with, perhaps, a less num
ber of cloudy days. The rain
fall is abundant and always
comes when most needed. The
water is free from any alkali
taste and as pure as any found
in any of the Eastern States. In
short, the country, climate and
social advantages make this one
of the best, it not the very best,
county in Dakota -for the emi
grant
For further particulars, call
on or address
D. WARNER,
KIMBALL, DAKOTA,
liUULIi COUMT,
Good Livery in Connection.
KIMBALL,
KIMBALL
KIMBALL,
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TAFT HOUSE,
ONE OF THE MOST CONVENIENT HOUSES
In the County.
1 ITlie patronage of tho public ia solicited, guaranteeing satisfaction ia every cose.
A. F. OILLEY, Proprietor,
The Farmers' Friend.
I KEEP IX STOCK A FULL LINE OF
DRY GOODS, 5
BOOTS and SHOES, ..,_
CLOTHING,
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GROCERIES,
CROCKERY,
HARDWARE,
TINWARE,
PUMPS,
My prices are always "the lowest, my goods the bast that money can bay. I
cannot ahi will not bo undersold by any competitor.
L. D. BARDIN,
WEEKS & WELLS,
'I'H.M
NUMBER 34.
LIVE.
We would invite you all to call and be convinced that we are selling more good*,
for One Dollar than any house in Kimball or Dakota. We do our own work, and
consequently our customers do not have to pny extra for eooda to pay clerks. WV
are always a hand to give you prices on small or large bills, and'we never get left.
on prices. We carry a full and complete line of
r* r.
Our goods are sold so ebeap that we never lose any sales. If you do not be
lie va it call and try us. Everybody come. Yours respectfully, i.ife®
WEEKS WELLS^ KirnbaU, Dakota*
SMITH & ALT A
SUCCESSORS TOD.L SMITH & SON.
HEADQUARTERS FOJt
AND
SOUTH MAIN STREET,
KIMBALL, -y DAKOTA.
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E. B. TAFT, rnOPRIETOP.. "P
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This Hotel, Formerly the Summit House, has been .7*
BEFITTED, REFURNISHED, AND, TO A CERTAIN EITENT, REBD1LT,
And is now
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KIMBALL, DAKOTA.
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HATS and CAPS,
IBOCERIES
and CROCKERY
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BOOTS and SHOESJ»^-
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and SALE.
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CUTLERY,
GUNS,
GARLAND STOVES,
BUILDING MATERIAL

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