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fsB MAIN - * , ? ?? ?vudf I ,'i A Visit to Our Store Will '? fx 'P ' .> Solve the Problem ,x.* v-;1 % u:';' j V" '-?-*-'! * ' ? * ??-?<? ??? "? '?'? ? ;-r "^"i ? ' 1 ? .? .iiW x*i ' v *Av ' j* 1 ? ? . - ? :?'*??.".%? '; \. / '. ? .-. Lv . I 1 * C ^ M A J * ' ' / " .' . -'? ?.| Our Christmas Present Goods j Are Sensible and Useful ' > '? * ' ?; . "' " r.v; ' ? W~~V." ' ' ? ' ?* BELOW WE GIVE A FEW SUGGESTIONS: I ; ?' \ :V , . . ? /./> ? ... _? ? 's ? '? Fur Dress Suit, Tuxedo Suit, Business Suit, Ladies Tailored Suit, Cloaks, Sport Coats, Down Com forts, Embroidered Towels, Bed Spreads, Blank ets, Regal Shoes, Gloves, Shirts, Sweaters, Caps, ? Hats, Hosiery, Neckwear, Etc. Thanking Our Friends and Patrons For Their Liberal Patronage and Wishes All A Happy and MAIN STREET ^ - ~ -y.f ryr ? - gwISBti ? ;. CAMDEN, S. C. EVftltV "tic Is ^iMtiliitif with 4 viu4iilH that #.? t?> nmk<* up the <'nri.stniiiH dinner <>:' (1)9 1 1 - i eiHHiUinjf enMb t !?v' mr key. gwtic, plum pudding .tin I in luce pie u\-|ivnH -but how tunny of uh Uiivv. what the.v cat i.t t 'liilmmn.stld, hi foreign i <m, utiles? ti?V I ivii iinian' ?; ( 'hrlstmns hill of fare, for lusjtunt'c, t? extensive* fijUl vailed uml in many l'OI*pect? <jkI?? different from our own, The gfO^t Gallic national dishes are trullled tur key and black puddings, of which every rrcnchuinp who eau afford stieh luxuries makes n very hearty meal at YuU'tiiif. In llussin the CbrkiltuuH meal ? onslsts largoly of two dishes? ohm of wheat porrldua served with honey and tin1 other u curious compound of stewed pears, apples, oranges, grupes and cher ries, sweetened with tiouey and served cold. Italia UK. too, are fond of rather ?sweet and indlgcstiblo dishes, espe cially at Christinas. One of their favorite combinations 1b that of eels, periwinkles and vermicelli, while the Inevitable macaroni and spaghetti form, of eourse. the principal artieles of food at all times. The Cermau Christmas dinner offers as Its principal attraction the goose, without which your true German would feel that he had not had a real holiday feast. ' Germans, like Aus trians and Italians, have a very tweet taste, as evidenced by their numerous varieties of cake. Notwithstanding the tendency In all countries to offer huge dinners at Christmas. It would seem that every UBINOINO IN THE PKACOCK IN OLDKN HUBS. nation's holiday bill of fare is becom ing simpler with the course of time. An interesting: comparison may be made of the Christmas dinners former ly served in England and in this coun try with those of today, albeit the lat ter are by no means scanty. The forbears of modern Englishmen must have possessed magniQcent ap petites. Their? hospitality wag con ducted on a scale that would make the housekeeper of today shudder. The meal with which they commenced their Christmas day, a mere appetizer < to themT wns nmplc enmifllitaroh th*?. modern gourmet of all zest for food for several days. The sideboard of the old English mansion groaned under its teviathan round of beef, Us corpulent pork pie. the Yorkshire ham. the brawn and chine, while on the table itself deviled turkeys' legs. homemade^sau sages. cutlets and kidneys sent up a mingled and grateful incense from an environment of piles of hot buttered toast, new laid eggs, honey and fru mentl. . But this repast substantial as It was. was trifling as compared with the din ner?the real dinner? that followed not many hours after. The feast was her alded by the boar's head, preceded by servitors who blew resounding flour ishes on their trumpets. The boar's head Itself was carried, sometimes on a dish of gold or silver, into the ban queting ball at the head of a stately procession of guests. Then came the peacock, which was served even more sumptuously than the boar'w head, wlt4t-if* garnishing of rose mary and bays and its tusks orna mented with large apples. TUIs is how they used to prepare the peacock for the feast: ^Vhen It had been roasted and hressed with a stuffing of sweet herbs and spices and basted with the yolks of egg*, it was sewed into its feathers. Its beak was gilded, and it was l>orne to the dinipg hall by dames of high de gree. accompanied by the strains of mi nst relay . Other features of the old time Christ mas dinner included geese, turkeys, capons, pheasants, sirloins of beef and haunches of venison. That these were washed down with gallons of ale artd wine goes without saying. Indeed, an- < .other story might be written of the Tlqnld element of the old English dtn nem ? Harper's Weekly. > Santa From the South Bu DeLuslo Fcrrcc Cass While tht; n< s\ Liutji.Trt throughout tho United Btates were buHily an nouncing tho warlike operations of '00Q< Sam ho ivinandoz here, there und elsewhere lha.t December, it wuh a fact that the revolutionary dictator of Mexico was reafiV 111 Washington, 1). wlicro lie had "been pofejttptoi | ily summoned by tho president. Ills conference at the capitol waa short and very much to the point. It waft pointed out with painful decisive* ness to the Henor General Fernandez that hereinafter ho would hate to make his ragged army respect tho rights of U. 8. A. The pill that Oeneral Fernandez waa thus Dtjade to swallow was not Bugar coated, but It unquestionably did him good. Ho went down the White House steps that day before Christina* a sadder and a wiser man. However the dictator of Mexico was a philoso pher. General Fernandez muffled his face deep in the soft warmth of his fur collared greatcoat, and started off down the avenue. <> j. liy and by he came to the business district where throngs of last-minute shoppers were bustling about. $now i had begun to fall heavily ? great fleecy i flakes that filled the whole air and, [ supplementing the gay holiday decora tions and shouta of street hawkers, gave the scene an air of fairylike unreality. The Jolly, free handed Christmas spirit was eon* tagioue, but It made him feel very lonely. He wanted a com* rade ? someone, anyone. In all this big, busy city, who would hall him simply as a friend and not as the celebrated General Fernandez. He came to a strebt corner where he hoard his own name shouted in a shrill, childish voice close by. "Huxtreo there, people! Huxtree polper! Spend a cent and read all about General Fernandez the Mexican butcher! He's murderln' women and babies down there, right now! Big battle at.Guaremo; three hundred klllqd! Huxtree here, all about the bloody General Fernandez!" At first the dictator scowled; then smiled queerly and approached the ragged waif at the newsstand. She was blue with cold and a-shlver be neath scanty rags. Below, an old shawl, her thin, prematurely-aged face looked wan and pinched. , Genuine pity ? an unusual thing in the dictator ? seized him as he iiiis veyed her. "Do you really believe that this General Fernandez is as bad as all that?'- he asked her with a whimsical half- smile. The street waif stared up at him suspiciously. I "Gwan away from here, you dude! Can't y' see I'm tryin* to sell my poipers? Tonight's Christmas eve an' I wanna sell out so as to go in one of the big stores an' fee Santy Claus." "How many papora have- you left to sell, little girl?" "Twenty-one." "I'll take them all. Here's a quarter. You can keep the change." "Whadda y' do* In' this f'r?"? still suspicious. The great Gen eral Fernandez smiled at the waif sadly, indulgently. "Child, I'm a stranger here and I'm ever so lonely. Everybody else has a welcoming home tonight ? has some one to wlIOffi Jie can give presentsand know that they'll be appreciated. It's Christmas eve and I too want to for get myself for awhile and play Santa Claus for somebody." "If I really thought y' meant all that," fluttered the waif skeptically, "I'd say, why not practice some o' y'r good intentions on me. Lordv knows, I need 'em." The dictator's face became radiant. He laughed whole-heartedly as he had not done before in years and took one of the wee girl's half-frozen hands bands kindly within his big gloved one. "It shall all be just as you say," he cried, much to her -astonishment. "Come along with me now ? first some where to get you a warm coat and hood and some furry mittens. -Then well go to a fine restaurant. And after you've eaten every bit you can hold, we'll go see the toys and y?.?n can pick out your own present." ?TVndrkTdain* njp, mister?" "6n my honor, no." "Then, if It's all the same to yon, let's hit the toy departments first I've had m' eye on a big yellow-headed doll ? real hair it is, too! ? there In the ^Emporium f'r six months." "We'll do just as you say, kiddie, but on one condition." J "What's that, mister?*' "You must tell me thai; you don't believe all the things you said about General Fernandez of Mexico." 'Til call him Santa Clans If that'll suit y* any better, mister." "JTnder present circumstances that name strikes me as quite appropriate for him." murmured the dictator. "But come on now. it's going to be a really merry Christmas after alL" A Frozen Santa Bu Harru Boehme "I whs in a Cheat mountain camp, lust Christmas eve when someone men tioned tbo numo of 'itillio' liurke. Th. to was an Instant stillno?s In the ?ubin; tlyi boys dropped their curds, and the word* 'poor BUlie* wefe on ulmoat every lip. 1 was somewhat pusfled. 'Who was lllllie Hurke?' I ? Inquired. Kor It uionumt no one an**** swerod. One of tho boys tailed on old Sam -'Viiclo 8am' they called him. 'You tell bliu, Sum; you know Hillie longer than any of us.' "The boys all drow their chairs near the lire and Hum told the Btory. " 'Yob. I knowed tilllle from the time li? was a woe shaver; me aud him used to pelt each othor with stones, tree coons and steal whisky together. You know HID and his pop were in the moonshlnin' business before the revenue officers copped It. " 'A bad cuss was that young Ulllle liurke before he was sent to the re form school. But what chances did he havef He knowed no better; the whole blooming family were in that One-roomed log house; the old lady digging ginseng in the summer to get enough to buy the winter's supply Of snuff and chewing tobacco, and the old man running'hls still in the ravine, using the oorn for whisky that should have made pone cakes for the kid dies. "'Wal, sir, I never seen suoh a change (n a youngster as Blllie when he eame back. He read; he wrote; he wore good clothes and fine shoes, and he was a gentleman. His people didn't know him at first. Then Billie ?aid he was going to meet it on the square. " 'While he was at home the last time he met the schoolmarm of the Red Sulphur Spring school and he fell in love. I suppose, though, he never said anything to no one but me; he said it to me real earnestly. Any gal would have been proud to have Blllie: a straight, strong, clean and good hearted boy. Why, the president's daughter wouldn't say no to him. " 'I can see him yet as he left this camp the last day I ever seed him. I done told him to wait for the log train that went at noon; but he couldn't wait. He start ed over the short-cut trail to Durbln ? a six-mile tramp. There was some thing in the air; I thought it was snow. There seemed a tert-lble silence? over thfe whole woods when Billie left at T . duwu. That Was the last time 1 sooa him alive. "Good-by, Uncle Sam!" be shouted Crom the bill as he waved his hand; "and a merry Christmas to you; and don't get drunk. Be sure to make good resolutions for the New Year. Good-by 1" "?He stopped at the Widow Jones' house on his way to Durbin, and she made him drink a cup of hot coffee, which she and the kiddiOB were hav ing at breakfast. Then ho told her about the Christmas he expected to spend at home. He was Just bubbling over with Joy, and the widow started to cry. At Christmas, she said, the ' thoughts of the ones that are departed are green in one's memory as the holly leaves that grow on the holly tree, and like a circle of holly leaves are they entwined in a wreath of memory. " 'Then Billie tried to comfort her, and asked her why she was crying. She said that her kiddles wanted to know about Santa Claus bocauHo the Paxson children, who went sfeddityg on the hill, told them what, Santa .wm going to bring them, and they asked their maw when Santa was coming to thwm. Hhft tftlfl thATiv thn? ha wjian't coming; there wasn't going to be* any Christmas for them because they were poor... " 'That stuck in Billie's craw, and he > Hald he wouU gQ ^ ? to Durbln and get something for 'em, ? and . could still mafaw Nn ft train t In the afternoon ' tor home. "'That trail is bad enough in summer, to uy nothing about It in winter. One trip a day oyer that Cheat mountain slope Is enough for any man. I don't see how Blllie could hare been so thoughtless of him self when n? always was bo thoughtful of others. " 'Wal, sir, when he got to Durbin It was high noon. They aay it was snow ing hard and he was covered with the soft flakes. He never tarried, but as soon as he could get a sack full ot dolls, drums, candy, oranges and n I aled he started for the hills. It wa ?> I snowing hard when he Cftmo into tow . and drifting under a light wind wh<?\ ho turned back. And it j:ot awful - coid~StJ "degrees below." 44 'You kn<)w the rest; they fou&u him at the foot of the preclpioe, lean ing, smiling, with the sack oh his back? no more than a quarter of a mile from the wtdder's home. I believe, as the parson read, "Insomuch as ye have done It unto one of these?" * "The' lumber jacks are not modi for sentiment, but let me tell yon, when old Sam had finished his stoiy you oenld cse that it had ateeted every one of them." ? Philadelphia North American. ?: