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^tumorous Department. Short of Rations.?"What's the matter, old man ?" inquired Pop Jerome, in a solicitous tone, as he met Harlow White recently. "You're , looking very bad. You need a rest. Why don't you take a vacation, and go off on a camping and huuting trip in the mountains ?" "Why, I've just got back. I have been away three weeks." "Is that so? Well, you look like a wreck. What have you been doing with yourself ?" "Indigestion," groaned White. "Why, I should have thought you would have got rid of it while you I were out camping." "That's where I got it. Never had it in my life before." "How iu the world can a man get | indigestion out in the mountains with lots of fresh game and exercise?" ( "Oh, I had the game and exercise all right, but we had an old mountaineer for a cook. I thought the venison and trout we had were uncommonly fat, and oue morning watched the cook at 1 work. I saw him rummaging around in all the boxes in camp as if in search of something, and finally asked him 1 what he was looking for. " 'I guess we'll have a dry ol' break- 1 fast,' said he. 'I can't find a blamed 1 bit o' lard ter cook the bacon in.'" ? ? i The Busy Doctor.?Dr. Liddell's i morning levees were crowded beyond i deserintion. It was his pride and boast that be could feel his patient's pulse, i look at his tongue, sound him with a ' stethoscope, write his prescription, and , pocket his fee in a space of time varying from two to five minutes. , One day an army man was shown ( into the consulting room, and under- , went what might be termed the instantaneous process. When it was completed the patient shook hands with the ( doctor and said : "I am especially glad to meet you, ; as I have often heard my father, Col- * onel Foster, speak of his old friend Liddell." j "What!" exclaimed the doctor, "are you Dick Foster's son ?" "I am, sir." "My dear fellow," exclaimed the doctor, "fling that prescription into the 1 fire, will you, please, and sit down and ! tell me what is the matter with you?" "Nervy," called an old Negro, addressing his wife, "get yo' black crape an' tie it on de latch. Quick, now, 'fo it's too late." A white man who happened to be near asked if any one was dead. "No, sah." "Then why do you tie crape on your doorlatch ?" _ "Because," the old Negro replied, "yander comes a man dat I owe. When he comes up aud sees dis crape he'll think somebody's dead, and won't bother me. After he goes erway I'll take it off. O I tell you dat dar ain't but one way to git erlong in dis yere worl'." "And what way is that ?" "W'y, sah, dat way is ter git erlong de bes' way you ken, an' de bes' way for me at de present is ter put crape on my do)." WeF" "Do you see that Japanese pug waiting for us up the road?" inquired a wheelman of his companion, as they snnn ?lon!? the road through Ross Valley one night lately. "Yes; what j about him ?" "Well, if he don't get , out of the way I'm going over him. A ] few kinks in his back will teach him to stay at home. Hi, yi! get out of ( there!" The dog did not run, but walked deliberately to the centre of j the road and stood in the moonlight watching the approaching wheelmen. ' Bid! "Whew!" Half an hour later { two wheelmen made a bonfire of two bicycle suits. The Japanese pug proved ' to be a small spotted skunk. J 8A carpenter, sent to make some 1 repairs on a private hou9e, entered the * apartment of the ludy of the house ( with bis apprentice. "Mary," the lady called to her servant, "see that my ' jewel case is locked at once!" The ' carpenter understood. He removed 1 his watch and chain from his waistcoat 1 with a significant air, aud gave them ' to his apprentice. "John," be said, * "take these back to the shop. It seems that the house isn't safe." j A certain politician, holding ' office now in Washington, comes from Gilead, and he is proud of his native i town. It is told of him that on one l occasion, a visiting clergy man preached 1 in the village church, aud, during the I course of his remarks, he exclaimed, "Is there no balm in Gilead?" Mr. , Blanck jumped to his feet at once. , "Of course there is," he sung out, "but , you can't get any on Sunday." 1 certain paiuter was bragging L of his wonderful command of color to | a friend, one day. His friend did not , seem to take it quite all iu. "Why," exclaimed the painter, "do you know that there are but three painters in the ' world, sir, who understand color?" 1 "And who are they?" at last asked the ( friend, "why, sir I am one and?and? 1 ami?and?and?I forget the names of the other two." i 8^? Housekeeper to milkman?My friend you put water in your milk. "Oh! no, ma'am." "But I am sure 1 you do." "Oh! no, ma'am." "Now, < will you say solemnly that you do not 1 put water in your milk?" "Well, 1 ma'am, well, I must say that some- 1 times I put some water in the can, and 1 put the milk in that, hut I never put ! the water in the milk." "Smith is walking around today i as if he were stepping on eggs." "Hi- i needs to." "What ails him?" "Why, < last night after he had gone to bed, he I remembered that heshould have taken i some quinine capsules. He got up in i the dark and took 'em. This morning ' he discovered that he had swallowed i three22-ealiber revolver cartridges!" i Wapitk (f>athmm)5. 8??" Unbidden guests know uot where to sit down. 8ST Man's chief end is not always the one with the head on. 8ST" As virtue is its own reward so vice is its own punishment. 8?" He that pelts every barking dog must pick up a great many stones. &&F An old toper referred to a temperance gathering as a spiritless affair, fi?" There is one thiug that a hardware dealer always has "on hand"? Nails. What a quiet world this would be if no one spoke except to tell the truth. 8?" Sparking across a garden fence admits of a good deal being said on both sides. BaT The man who never changes his opinions probably has no opinion worth changing. 86T It is a bad plan for men who owe money ever to make public exhibition ~ r ? in t"ALiiiva^anv,c. 8?* Wrongs do not leave off where they begin, but still beget new mischief's iu their course. 86?* "Mike, did you ever catch frogs?" "Yes, sor." What did you bait with ?" "Bait 'em with a shtick, sor." 8?* It has been well said that our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength. 8?" An hour's industry will do more to produce cheerfulness, suppress evil humors, and retrieve your affairs, than a month's moaning. Doctor," said a lady who wanted a little advice gratis, "what do you do when you catch cold ?" "I cough, madam," was the polite reply. 8?* If you are holy, your holiness will find you out. If you are not holy, all that you can say will not make your next door neighbor believe that you are. 8?* Music is the sound which one's children make as they romp through the house. Noise is the sound which * -t_MJ 1-~ niner peoples couuren munc uuuci the same circumstances. t&~ A lawyer, who is noted for his ibsent-mindedoess, went up his own stairs the other day, and, seeing a notice on his door, "Back at 3 o'clock," sat dowu to wait for himself. In Burmah it is the woman who ioes the wooing. Not only does she select her husband, but when she tires of him, she procures a divorce for the asking of it, and marries anew. W@F "What was the most confusing tase you ever had ?" asked the doctor )f the lawyer. "Case of champagne," eturned the lawyer. "I hadn't got half through it before I was all muddled up." 86T A church at Almont, Mich., raises money in a novel way. A box is put n the church, and the members on their birthdays drop as many pennies into the box as they are years old. #6?" It may be truly said that no man ioes any work perfectly who does not ?niov his work. Jov in one's work is ? V-y V the consummate tool without which the work may be done indeed, but without ts finest perfection. tST The prime condition of health iu i house depend upon cleanliness, pure iir and unpolluted water, the prompt ind thorough removal of all refuse, ind the perfect exclusion of all foul matters arising outside the house. 4?" A little boy running along the Jtreet, struck his toe aud fell on the ground. "Never mind, little fellow," said a bystander; "you won't feel the pain tomorrow." Then he blubbered put, "I won't cry tomorrow, either." 4?* A good conscience is better than ;wo witnesses. It will consume your ?riefs as the sun dissolves ice. It is a jpring when you are thirsty, a staff wheu you are weary, a screen wheu :he sun burns you, and a pillow in ieath. 4?" A man charged before a magisrate in an English town with selliug obacco in the form of cigars, without icense, set up in defense that there was no tobacco iD the weed. They were made entirely of cabbage leaves ind hay. 4?* In the manufacture of watch glasses, balls are usually blown to a >ize of about two feet in diameter, and here has been produced a ball of considerably over a yard in diameter, arrived at by a system in which compressed air is employed. No less than J,000 watch glusses were obtained from his bubble. fifiy Earache is of common occurrence imong the little tots at this season, xud it may be quickly relieved by tbe ise of equal parts of chloroform and audanum introduced by means of eol:oti dipped in the mixture. The first sensation is that of coldness, followed jy scarcely susceptible pain, and, later, efreshing sleep. A teacher iu a school upbraided ix little girl because she did not buhl tp her hand with the rest ofthedelinjuents when, at the close of the day, ill those who had lost their places ivere called upon to do so. But she, ivith ready wit, responded, "Please, litun, I didn't lose my place. An' how jould I, when I'm at-the foot?" S&T These days no one is safe from :he charge of plagiarism. II. went to diureh last Sunday (a thing unusual,) ind upon being asked bis opinion of die clergyman, said : "Oh! his sermon was very good ; but the prayer beginning with 'Our Father,' 1 think lie stole entire. I think I have heard something that it was strangely like." A Parisian lady called on her milliner, the other day, to "take up" the character of a servant. The respectable appearance of the latter was lievond questioning. "Hut is she honest?''asked the lady. "I am not certain about that," replied the milliner. 'I have sent her to you with my bill a dozen times, and she never has yet given me the money." A ferial ^Unai. THE UNKNOWN. BY A SEPTUAGENARIAN. Republished from the Yorkville Enquirer of 1871, by Request. CHAPTER VI. Old Mr. Cambell came in one evening, a few months after Henrietta's return, in better spirits than she had seen him show since the shadow had fallen on her. He could hardly make his never-forgotten enquiry of how she was, till he announced the news which had so pleased him. "What do you think ? Gower is to be married at last." "To Miss Freeman ?" asked Mrs. Cambell. "Yes. His wooing has won finally. I It's been a Jacob's courtship. The marriage is to come off next week. Siuce she has consented to marry him, she is willing to listen to his importunities for the wedding to be at an early day. He makes a very handsome settlement on her. Laurens drew up the papers all ready for signatures and dates today. What do you and Henrietta think, Margaret, of giving a reception party to Gower?" A refusal rose to Henrietta's lips? an entreaty that it should not be ; but her mother quickly accorded her willingness, and not to mar her father's pleasure, she forced herself to seem interested in the plans the two elders were laying. Mrs. Cumbell suggested the propriety of inviting Mr. Gower to bring his bride immediately to their house, as his marriage followed so soon on his engagement, he would not have time to make fit arrangements in his old bachelor den, for the young wife he had won. Mr. Gower was much obliged for the invitation given by Mr. Cambell at his wife's desire. He eagerly accepted it; and after the party which was a handsome affair, the young Mrs. Gower's time was much occupied, receiving and paying calls, and superintending the fitting of her future residence, Mr. Gower having given her a carle blanche wherewith to carry out her designs of taste and elegance. Henrietta shrank with a tortured spirit from this iuvasion of her home by strangers; shrank from the young bride who showed such a desire for her company, as was quite flattering to Mrs. Cambell; though Henrietta felt nothing but additional pangs from this notice. She strove to decline joining Mrs. Gower in rides, walks and visits; but her mother showed no leniency, the guest would take no excuse, and she was forced into her society almost constantly. At first it seemed as if she would go mad. Her hours of solitude were occupied by her sensitive conscience in imagining how the stately Mrs. Gower would scorn the hypocritical being she now sought, with utter loathing, if she knew the secret hidden by Mrs. Cambell from the world ; and would have found positive relief to have told her the tale. She dared not risk her mother's displeasure by confidences of such a nature. A whisper arose in Charleston circles?from whom the first breath came no one could tell?but although so low, it tarnished the mirror of the girl's character. Cold glances, haughty receptious, uud, finally decided cuts were given to Miss McArthur. Xo defined accusations were made, "but there was something wrong." This and that were put together, and "the something wrong" was a cadence iu the tone of society toward Mrs. Camhell's daughter. Youmr Mrs. Gower. who was residing in her elegant residence, now reigning a queen of society, asserted herself in her set, and showed marked preference for Henrietta's friendship and society to any other. The object of the strife did not, for some time, perceive the change of current sentiment toward her ; but Mrs. Cambell's quick perceptions, ever on the alert, caught the first evidences given. She was unsubdued in spirit and did not intend to regard the matter one moment as sufficient to change her tactics ; but she was glad of the opportunity afforded by the sudden death of Mrs. Robert Cambell to retire from society?hoping their time of mourning, while they were secluded, would be sufficient for scandal to sleep, or find other food to feed upon. Henrietta was just awaking to the slights and inuendoes being cast on her, when their mourning made it proper that they should withdraw from fashionable life. She scarcely felt the world's expressed scorn. Her humility had felt she deserved it long before she met it, so acutely hud she felt appearing other than she was. It was no shock. The knowledge of her own degredation was ever present with her What worse was it for others to know? She felt Mrs. Robert Cambell's death bitterly. It brought back the year associated with their home. She bad loved her aunt very dearly, and now envied her the rest oI the grave. The momentary respite, as it were, given her by the mourning her mother thought proper for them to assume, alone saved her reason. The hollow life she was leading in the world, yet not of it ; the wild yearnings of her mother-heart for the babe were weighing fearfully on her mind Now she found time to pray and rest. Hope, long since, had plumed her pinions and llown from her resting place in the su tiering woman's heart. Mrs. Gower was an intim ale of the Cambell mansion. Her sojourn with ihem when a bride, had familiarized her with their ways, and they had become very sincerely attached to her. She came and went at any and all hours, and was always cordially welcomed. Even Henrietta's weary heart had learned to cling to her. To the world at large, Mrs. Gower was a cold woman; but from the first day of the ii meeting, to Henrietta McArihur, sh? was a warm friend. A good reader o human nature would have said Mrs Gower had passed through a simoon oi human pussiou, and felt once, so much she could never feel again. Auothei Lavator would have pronounced hei wordly from the hour of her birth ; but the devotion she showed Henrietta would have convinced both of theii error. There seemed, to her, to he a bond of sympathy between herself and the sad, still girl, she could not explain ; but she drew nearer and nearer to her, in spite of the reserve with which all of her advances were met, until at last she awoke a return ; and the friendship developed iu Henrietta a more healthful interest in life than had ever seemed possible for her tc know again. Her confiding nature now longed to tell, for the sake of sympathy, this woman she knew to be het true and steadfast friend, the story ol herself and child. That child, whose ? .....i.;.,,, I f llit'lUUI UIIUC UCVCl lUUUU, ?tirviii^ iiwi sleeping, but filled her thoughts by day und her dreams by night. The child whose presence could she gain it, the world's scorn would not weigh one second in the scale of a smile of love from it. The child which her mother'! decree had parted her from, perhaps forever; of whose welfare she wa> fain to be conteut?that she was assured. A meagre morsel, truly, for her famished love to be satisfied with, She did not now fear the recital would drive Mrs. Uower from her; but she dared not disobey her mother's will, and brooded in silence over the irremediable past. A year after his wife's death, Robert Cambell came, for the first time since Henrietta McArthur's ruin, to his brother's house. Jamie Catubell hud wondered, more than once, why Robin had not'beeu down for so long, aud once had gone up to see him, soon after his widowerhood. For her husband's sake, Mrs. Cambell stifled her loathing, and received him as nearly as she could as in former days. Henrietta kept rigidly within her room. He remained only two days in town, and the greater part of those he was visiting other acquaintances, So his brother declared, when he left, he had hardly seen him. Soon after the visit of Robert Cambell, Mrs. Gower gave a large party which Mrs. Cambell well nigh forced her daughter to attend. She plead to stay at home, but her mother would give no heed to her entreaties. Bitterly did Mrs. Cambell regret, before the evening was over, that she had uot hearkened to her daughter's desires, The open scorn shown to Henrietta by the majority of the guests, conld not be hidden by the attentions of a few charitable ones, or the distinguished notice of the hostess. Mrs. Cambell felt it to her heart's core. She had thought, certainly, no fuel to feed the flame being given, the tongue of slander would have been cut off; but it was evident to her that, in some way, the vague report of the year previous had been revived, and somehow, recieved fresh impetus. To trace the disseminator of the tales was impossible, as in trying to refute them she would have to give the account of her daughter's ruin. She returned from the party deeply hurt and preplexed, at a loss how to conduct their movement in.the future, and almost irritated ot the QArpnitv with which Henrietta looked on the affair. The day after the party, Robert Cambell's body-servant returned to town, bringing a letter to Mrs. Cambell containing an offer of marriage to her daughter. Her first impulse was of burning indignation and scorn at such effrontery ; but she was a woman who never decided hastily?one of the few of her sex who never acted on first impressions. Much reflection on the matter, in all its bearings, seemed to render the marriage feasible, and the recent developments iucliued her to think it perhaps advisable. With this line of policy at last adopted, she went to Henrietta to announce it. She was unprepared, from her daughter's long acquiescence in all her plans, to now receive an unequivocal refusal. "No mother," she said firmly. Heretofore I have yielded to your wishes against uiy feelings and my judgment, because life was but a blauk to me at best, and it mattered not the acts of my existence. This matter though, stirs my soul to its depths. Do you ask me to lake this man as my husband, who, through machinations worthy of satan to conceive, has done me the greatest wrong one human can ever commit against another? Marry the creature I hate and loathe above all creation ! Mock God by promising to honor one whose name even is an abomination to me! I were worthy of my miserable fate, could I consent to farther converse with him. He and I would not have lived on this earth, for I would have killed him, did I not know there was One who sees all, and He will avenge my cause, for I cry day aud night to Him. To his innuendoes ami disclosures, were we to truce up the workings of his visit to Charlestou, do we owe, I doubt not, the scorn we have met from the virtuous. It was a part of his <lii?holical scheming to drive me into the trap of this marriage. Thank (iod! I'm removed from the meshes he can weave, ami he can go no father in this matter than God doth allow !" Mrs. Cam hell had 110 word of reply? her daughter's words were unanswerable. She could not, in prudence, give expression in a letter to Kobert Campbell, of scathing rebuke and refusal. She, therefore, did not write at all ; but merely told the servant to tell his master there was 110 answer, and sent him away. Two weeks later the news came. The judgment of God had fallen. Robert Cambell's house, one night, had been burned to the ground, and the sleeping master perished in the flames. Mrs. Gower gave another party a year later, and again she would lake 110 re r iusul from Mrs. Campbell, or Henriel? ta. They went, and the mother was f satisfied the sentiment of society was . changed, and by especial attentions to f her daughter, people made the amende , honorable. Henrietta, though, little r heeded them. Among the guests was r one known to her in happier days, t, and the renewed attentions of Charles l Taylor awoke in her heart a conflict hard to control. The thought of every i other was excluded by his presence. , The next morning Charles Taylor visited Henrietta, and told her his love for her was as fresh as in the days of i their early youth. Knowing all her , sad history, he came to ask her to he his wife. She felt herself unworthy ; i but he did not deem her so, ami her i grateful heart made the return which i he plead, and gave it to t he ket ping of the man to whom it had been devoted in the spring of her existence. There was no reason for a long enf gagement, and a month later, Mr. i Cam bell gave away (111 St. Phillips church.) to the keeping of Charles Taylor, a pale, sad bride. The devo lion of the man who was her bride, groom in years past, was a good war rant for the fulfillment of the vows i just taken, in years vet to come. i Henrietta soon brought the burden of her heart to her bridegroon, and meeki ly asked the restoration to her of her child. Mr. Taylor conviuced her it was better, for the present, to leave it undisturbed. It would grow up llap I pier, if ignorant of the blot resting on its birth.. A cure, he promised, should , live always as to its welfare, and u suitable maintenance be provided for it; and if at maturity the evil nature , of the father was developed, better ! wouldit be that their lives should lie i apart. But if the mother's disposition 1 should be its inheritance, then he would i find means to bring them together, I without disclosing to the world the circumstances of the child's birth. The affectionate reasoning was more effective to reconciling Henrietta to the separation from her child, thau all the politic arguments used by her mother. Kestiug on her husband's word, she i bided her time, finding hope and com fort. Still the shadow thrown over , her heart, by a bad man, could not be , entirely lifted with all the devotion of a good one. Seldom did a smile part her lips, but a gentle peace reigned within, illuminating her countenance I with its soft radiance ; and Taylor was happy to know he had given the worn I heart of his wife at least conteut. CHAPTER VII. Lorenzo Dow, the famous itinerant to illustrate u point in one of bis sermons, with his usual independence, spoke of a sinner by name as dying when drunk. It got him into trouble. The friends of the decased, in their indignation ut the license he had taken with the chari acter of the dead, indicted the preacher for slander; and on his next visit to Charleston he was arrested and put into jail. i One day as Dow sat in his cell, which a few Methodist friends had made as , comfortable as he would allow, he sang to himself? t "No evil can from God proceed 'Twos only suffered, not decreed ; As darkness is not from the sun, Nor mounts the shades, till he is gone." the turnkey entered and announced a lady had called, and desired au uninterrupted interview. Numbers of persons visited him from curiosity, and he received them always gladly ; to all speaking a word in season, striving, like the great apostle, to improve his bonds and win souls for his master. Tho nroiicliwr hndft tlio man usher the lady into his presence, and if others called before her visit ended, to tell them he was engaged. A glance at the lady assured him it was no vulgar curiosity which brought her there. Her air and dress bespoke her one of the wealthier class, and his heart hounded with a hope she might" be seeking hiin for help in spiritual matters. Directly the turnkey retired, the lady removed her veil and asked, "Do you know me Mr. Dow?" and without quailing under his scrutiny, sat quietly, as his searching gaze took in feature after feature, and then a steadfast study of the whole. "You seem to me, like an echo, as it "f "no T m?t vpnrs in . " U1 v,,v * 4MVW " * " J -~o ~ ? another part of the State; but only suffering, such as God seldom inflicts on our weak humanity, could have wrought the change I see in you." 'You do not forget, then, the girl you married one night in Lancaster district ?" "No; I never forget! I perfectly remember the goodly youth, Edward Carrington, and the young thing to whom I bound him. Instead of its being five years, as my recollection , holds it, your face would tell the talc of ten." "Still, it is only five, this August to come, since you made me the wife of my young lover. An ill-star presided over those nuptials. He died before our private marriage was acknowledged. I had 110 witness or certificate to prove it. You know now the sorrow which, like an avalanche, has, in , its course, effaced my former self; so, even you, with your wonderful memory, scarce knew me the same." "How fares your soul, my sister? | Say you with the Psalmist, 'it is good i for me to be afflicted ?' " ' "Thank you, Mr. Dow, for the inter- J est I, in common with all wandering < sheep, excite in your zealous heart; but I come this morning, not for the gospel's sake but to ask from you a marriage certilie-ate. I would not reproach you, for 1 do not regret the act I you performed ; but it scents to tue i your knowledge of the world should \ have warned you to have taught us 1 the dangers of a private marriage, such . as you solemui/.ed between Edward C'arrington and myself.'' ,4Vesf it was a strange impulse I ( obeyed, to listen to the pleadings of the boy, who had not heeded my importunities made to him, the same day, for his soul. I've thought of that day's , work often. My preaching seemed of none eiFect, and the burden of your error and mine, in completing it, has been carried on my heart till now." "I repeat, I do not regret my mar- ? riage with Edward Carrington, Mr. Dow, though much sorrow has fallen to my share in consequence; but I wish a certificate for it, and for that I've come to you this day." The preacher's pen and ink, with which he employed many of the hours of his his "durance vile," stood on the table. He took a fair sheet, and on it wrote a deposition to the effect the lady desired. Then he called the turnkey in to witness his signature. The two signed their names. Then Dow turned aud asked them both to join him in prayer. The itinerant, lady and turnkey knelt on the floor of the jail, and a fervent petition went forth from the itinerant's lips. When they arose, he talked oflife, death, and judgment to come, till tears coursed down the cheeks of his two hearers; and when they left his presence with his solemn Messing resting on their heads, "they were almost persuaded to be Christians." TO IJB CONTINUED NEXT FRIDAY. SAY! DONT FORGET That on next TUESDAY, OCTOBER 15th, Hunting's Great Railroad Circus, Menagerie and Hippodrome, and STRAUSS'S GRAND AGGREGATION of Shoes, Fine Dress Goods, Notions, Staple Goods, Hats and GENTS' HE CLOTHING, . will be exhibited in Yorkville, and that the great Street Parade and Kegal Cavalcade will t>e iree to all and that Strauss will offer better goods for less money than anybody else can possibly do, and that the parade can be seen to better advantage from in front of STRAUSS'S MAMMOTH DRY GOODS BARGAIN STORE, opposite the courthouse, than elsewhere in town, and everybody is invited to my store to see the parade and my immense stock of goods. Next Tuesday is to be a day of SPECIAL BARGAINS. Come one, come all. Everybody come, and take advantange of the special features to be offered 011 next Tuesday. BE SURE TO COME. H. C. STRAUSS. THE CRY? FIRE! FIRE!! FIRE!!! 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Over a Million and a Hall" Dollars! Business entrusted to us will receive our best attention. All business, where the moral and physical risks are lirst-class, is eagerly sought and i?ur rates are its low as any standard ronipany. We also write cyclone insurance. S. M. A L. <?K<>. (JKIST, Agts. * .1. W. DOHSOA. Ul* VXD MUST Ilk SUM)! OXK large and well selected lot of <'rockeryware, one lot of (Hassan re, one lot of nice Lamps and Lamp 'himneysaud Burners, one lot of Pocket Khives and Table Knives. j w. dobsox. C'OFI'Ki;. IF you appreciate a good drink of ('olfee, buy our "Princess" brand. It is the >est?none excepted. J. W. DOBSOX". Railroad mills, ralpips and NORTH STATE. Sweet, Strong md Salty. J. W. DOBSOX.