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tumorous department.
A DEAL ON THE QUIET.
"One day," said Jay Riall, impresario
for the Chicago opera house, "I
sat in the office of a New York thea lineal
agent. He was looking for attractions
for a vaudeville show, and
word to that effect had gone out. To
him came a tough-looking little man
in checkered clothes, once vociferous,
but now subdued by wear of time.
The man was accompanied by a dog
of somewhat superior appearance.
The visitor said he did a tramp act,
and was assisted therein by the animal.
They gave an exhibition of
loiontQ u-hir.h was not half bad.
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44 'What are the terms?' asked the
agent.
" 'Sixty dollars a week.'
? ?j'U give you fifteen dollars."
"The imitation tramp?he needed
little make-up, for he was close to the
real thing?bent a sad, reproachful
eye on the agent and backed out of
the room, followed by the dog. At
once he returned, carefully shutting
the door to exclude his partner, who
remained in the hall.
" 'I'll take it," ne said. 'Where's
the contract? I'll have to go you.
It's a clean case of push, but for
Heaven's sake don't mention the price
where the dog can hear you.' "
An Unfair Advantage.?Dr. Lasker,
the great chessplayer, when in
London is in the habit of occasionally
visiting a certain restaurant in the city
well-known to many chess devotees.
On one of these occasions, just prior
to his departure for St. Petersburg to
play Dr. Steinitz for the championshin.
a fussv old gentleman offered to
play him for a box of cigars if he
would concede him the odds of a
queen.
The offer was good-naturedly accepted
; and on Lasker's winning, be
became the recipient of a box of
doubtful-looking cigars, which, however,
the donor averred were of good
quality.
On visiting the same restaurant, after
easily defeating Steinitz, Lasker
happened to meet his late opponent,
who asked him what he had thought
of the cigars.
"First-rate!" answered the champion
; "in fact, I might almost say
they won me the match."
"Indeed! I am delighted to hear
it!" returned the old gentleman,much
pleased.
"Yes," continued Lasker, with a
merry twinkle in his eye, "I gave
them all to Steinitz!"
The Old Man Was Wrong.?
"Now, then," exclaimed the irate father,
as he squared off and began rolling
up his sleeves, "I want you to explain
why you stole my daughter away 1"
"I didn't steal her," the young man
replied. "She went willingly, and
there isn't a court on earth that will
not agree with me."
"You lie!" the trembling old gentleman
cried; "you know you lie I
You got her on to that tandem bicycle
of yours, and carried her away.
Speak ! Is it not so ?"
"It is true," the other replied, "that
we went away on a tandem, but that
fact only proves that I could not possible
have taken her against her will.
Have you ever been on t tandem ?"
"No!" cried the stricken father;
"never!"
"Then that accounts for your ignorant
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know that a woman generally sits in
front, and picks out the course to be
pursued ?"
With a heart-breaking groan the
white-haired old man sank down, crying
:
"Alas ! 'Tis true. I hadn't thought
of that. What'll you have?"
Lincoln as a Young Lawyer.?
Some of the most amusing anecdotes
are told about President Lincoln, relating
to incidents of his life when he
was a young lawyer practicing in the
courts of Illinois. It is said that he
was once engaged in a case in which
the lawyer on the other side made a
very voluble speech full of wild statements
to the jury. Lincoln opened
his reply by saying :
"My friend, who has just spoken to
you, would be all right if it were not
for one thing, and I don't know that
you ought to blame him for that, for
he can't help it. What I refer to is
his reckless statements without auy
ground of truth. You have seen instances
of this in his speech to you.
Now, the reason of this lies in the constitution
of his mind. The moment he
begins to talk, all his mental operations
cease, and he is not responsible.
He is, in fact, much like a little steamboat
that saw on the Sangamon river
when I was engaged in boating there.
This little steamer had a five-foot
boiler and a seven-foot whistle, and
every time it whistled the engine stopped."
A Stickler For Realism.?Some
? .v.or> fnuliah nrnvineial
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town gave a theatrical performance.
Just before the curtain went up the
star actor took the manager aside and
said to him:
"Now look here; I don't propose
to drink water instead ol wine in the
drinking scene in the second act. I
want wine?genuine wine. The unities
must be preserved. We want to
make this play as realistic as possible."
"Oh, you waut champagne at 15
shillings a bottle, do you ?"
"Yes, sir. Everything must be
realistic."
"All right," replied the manager.
"In the second act you shall have real
wine, and when you take poison iu the
last act you shall have some real poison.
I'll see that you don't complain
of the play not being realistic enough.
How does prussic acid strike you ?"
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"NUMBER TWO."
THE END OF A ROMANCE.
"And you are really married V" I say,
I have been away from my native
village for a few years, and now that
I have returned I find that many changes
have taken place during my absence.
Some of the old faces are gone
forever; children have sprung up into
young men and women, and the old
acquaintance before me has changed
from maid to matron.
"Yes, I'm married," she answers,
complacently.
"And not to Sam ?" I go on, with a
good deal of astomsnmeni id my
tone.
"Not to Sam," she replies, as complacently
as before. "To a man as iE
worth 20 o' Sam !"
"That is satisfactory!" I laugh,
"But do tell me all about it. I am
really dying to hear."
"Well, come an' sit down, an' make
yourself comfortable," remarks Mrs,
Walgrove.
She leads the way into her best
parlor, seats me in state in one of the
old-fashioned, hair-seated easy chairs,
reaches me a glass of home-made wine
for my refreshment, then looks at me
rather inquiringly, as if waiting for a
"lead."
"I was never more surprised than
when father told me you had married
John Walgrove!" I exclaim. "You
had been engaged to Sam Hemsley so
long."
"Eighteen years!" says Mrs. Walgrove,
grimly. "An' if I would ha'
been, miss, I might ha' been engaged
to him forever."
"Eighteen years ! What a length ol
time J" I ejaculate.
"Yes. I was 22 when Sam asked
me to marry him, an' I waited for him
till I was 40. An' if I'd waited till I
was a 100,1 should ha' been no nearer
marryin'."
"What a queer thing!" I remark.
"Whatever could have been the reason?"
"Well," returns Mrs. Walgrove,
"when Sam proposed to me he was
living at home with his father, mothei
and sister. Before very long, the father
died, an' the three of 'em were left
There was a comfortable home an
business* an' the long a**' short of il
was, miss, that his mothei an' sistei
didn't want Sam to marry. Tke>
knew that his marriage would mean s
move for them, and they meant to staj
where they were. Of course, if Polly?the
sister?had happened to pick
up a young man, all might ha' beer
very different. But she never did, an
small wonder, for of all the sour-faced
creatures I ever came across, she was
the capper."
"But if Sara had really determined
to be married ?" I venture.
"Determined!" repeats Mrs. Walgrove,
with fine contempt. "Bless
you ; he'd got no determination aboul
him, an' if ever a man was under petticoat
government, he was the one
He hadn't got pluck enough to say bis
soul was his own."
"How was it you let the engage
ment go on so loug?" I ask, for ir
truth this is a question which had often
puzzled me. The long courtship
had for years been a standing joke ic
the village. Such a thing is generally
regarded as a farce by onlookers
I o though
it may be a veritable tragedj
to the woman who feels her youth
slipping from her, and behold's life's
sweetest hopes departing.
"Well, answers Mrs. Walgrove
slowly, I'm bound to confess I liked
him, an' of course I kept thinkio
every year would bring a change
Wheu we were first engaged my par
ents and sister were livin'. First o:
all my father died, then my sister
For some years mother an' I lived to
gether; then she was taken. Now, ]
thought, Sam will surely take matter!
in hand. He will never let me liv<
here alone.
An' I think it was his leavin' me ii
that desolate house that first begai
to change my feelin's towards him
There was nothing in the worid t<
hinder our bein' married. His busi
ness was doin' well, an' I had got i
nice little bit o' money of my own
But in spite of that, he seemed in n<
bigger hurry than he had been year
before, an' I began to get heart-sick
For, you know, miss, Sam was no
the only man who wanted me. Then
had been others, an' one in particular
who had asked me over an' over again
But I had said "No,"?through nr
promise to Sam?an' I began to fee
that he had defrauded me out o' th<
home an' love that might ha' beei
mine.
He didn't come to see me very often
though, as you know, the two house
don't lie much more than half a mill
apart. They do say, miss, that yoi
can court all the love away, an' I thin!
it got to be so in our case. He'c
come in, an' he'd say, "Well, Janet
how are you tonight?" in a matter-of
fact sort o' way. Then he'd sit an
talk about the news of the village
an' so on ; an' after a while go homi
again, without ever givin' me one rea
lovin' word.
Sometimes I felt that vexed I coul<
hardly speak civil to him. "You'n
very short tonight!" he would say
"Oh, am I ?" answers I; "an' I thin!
I've etiouek to make me." An' t<
that he would make no reply at all.
That wp.3 the aggravatin' part o
Sam. He hadn't got spirit enough t<
have a row. I must own I said sora<
cut tin' things to him sometimes, bu
he never answered me back. He use<
to sit an' look that simple that I longec
to fling a chair at him, just to see i
it would make him say "Oh!"
There was never any love lost be
tweeu me an' his folks. They didn'
like me because they thought I wante<
to take him away from them, an'
didn't like them because I though
they rode over him rough-shod ; so
civility was all that ever passed be:
tweec us; there was no pretence of
affection on either side.
Well, thiugs went4m in this fashion
from one year to another, until at last
I felt fairly desperate, an' as if I must
"either end it or mend it." An' just
when I was in this frame of mind, up
, came John Walgrove.
1 He was a widower, his wife having
; died two years before. I had known
them very well, an' had been sorry for
the man when I heard of his loss.
1 I was never more surprised in ray
' life, though, when he called one afterI
noon. Of course I sat an' talked to
him, an' he stopped an' stopped, until
at last I was bound in common civil,
ity to offer him a cup o' tea.
While we were sitting at the table
k bavin' it, he kept lookin' at me until
I wondered whatever the man was
thinkin7 about. But at jasi i &aew,
for he says :
i "I've never felt so happy an' content
since my wife died. Miss Reynolds,
don't you think as you an' me
i might be very comfortable together ?"
I stared at him, for, upon my word,
> I didn't for the minute take what he
meant.
"Don't you think we might?" he
> asked again. "I've been a good bus!
band to one wife, an' I would be to an)
other."
i It was the greatest wonder in the
i world as I didn't drop my cup an'
. saucer, which I happened to be holdin
my hand.
"Good gracious, Mr. Walgrove!"
says I.
He drew his chair closer up to me,
an' went on talkin'. An' what he
said sounded something like, I cun
tell you, after Sam's "can't help it"
sort o' ways.
"But there's Sam 1" says I, when I
could get a word in edgeways.
? "Sam I Ob, Sam be dashed !" says
John, for he'd got a bit warmed up
then, you know. "Look here, Janet,
my girl; Sam will never marry you ;
he hasn't got pluck enough to do it
' while his mother says he mustn't.
Wait for him, an' you'll be an old
, maid to the end o' your days! Take
me, an' I'll make you as good a husband
as ever the sun shone on."
, "Well, what to do I didn't know,
i However, at last, I promised John that
I would tell Sam straight how matters
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So next time I saw him, I tackled
' him fair.
; "Now, Sam," says I, "you an' me
have been engaged 18 years, an', as
I can see, we're no nearer bein' mari
ried than we were at first start. I
r tell you straight I've had enough of it,
. an' I want to know what you mean to
; do. I'm tired livin' by myself, ar.'
i there's another man ready to marry
' me, if you're not."
[ "Another man 1" says Sam, starin'
s like a stuck sheep.
"Yes," I answers, "an' I needn't go
1 no roundabout. It's John Walgrove."
"Oh, you'd be Number Two, would
. you ?" with an attempt at a jeer,
i though I could see he was mad.
i "I'd sooner be Number Two than
. Number None at all," answers I.
. "Now I've told you fair and honest,
j an' yflu can just please yourself. I've
a likin' for you, Sam, an' we've been
. promised to one another all these years,
i I don't want to act in noways shab.
by, but you've got to make up your
> mind. You can either take me, or
i leave me for good an' all."
f Well, miss, he couldn't speak up,
, even then. He muttered an' hawed,
- till my blood fairly boiled,
i "Go an' ask your mother 1" says I,
i sarcastic like. "No doubt she'll advise
you." An' if the silly sheep
, didn't get up and go !
1 Upon my word, I didn't know
whether to laugh or cry. I was feel,
ing reg'lar hysterical when John came
. in.
f "I'm not a bit surprised !" says he,
. when I had told him what had passed.
"An' you mark my words, he'll never
[ say either one thing or the other.
5 He'll shuffle out of it." John's voice
5 was awfully contemptuous when he
said "shuffle."
i But he was right enough, for Sam
i never came near me again. Every
. time he passed the house, he went as
) if wolves were after him, au' looked
- neither to the right nor left.
i I let a week or two go on, an' then
. John says, "Well, surely you can see
> for yourself what Sam means! You
s won't think anything more of him
. after this ?"
t "No," I answers. "I consider I'm
e free now." But I could hardly help
', sheddin' a few tears, for it seemed
i. rather hard to be treated like that
f after all those years.
1 "Don't cry, lass!" says John. An'
? then, after a minute's hesitation, he
i kissed me, an' I somehow began to
feel that I'd gained a better one than
, I had lost.
s So after that I thoroughly made up
? my mind, an' I wanted to see Sam to
J tell him so, fair an' square. So I sat
i at the window an' watched for him,
1 an' when I saw him comin', I ran
, down to the garden gate.
"Come in a minute, Sam" an' I
' spoke quite civil an' pleasant.
u "I don't think as I can awhile today,
b Janet," says he, lookin' about as un1
comfortable as ever I saw a man look
in my life.
1 "Oh, please yourself," answers I.
e "I can tell you here, if you like it bet.
ter; I just wanted you to know that
c I am going to marry John Walgrove."
3 He gave me a funny look. I think
he did not quite know how he felt.
' He was silent for a minute or two,
3 then all at once he says, "Well, I shall
s want my things back*!"
t Just fancy that! I had felt for a
1 a long time that he was awfully mean,
1 but this beat all. He was afraid he
f was goin' to lose the little bit o' money J
he had spent on me.
i- "You're welcome?" says I. "I'll
t look 'em all together, an' you can
I come tonight an' fetch 'em"
I "All right," says he. Then he gave
t me a glowerin' sort of a look, and
walked on. I went back into the
house feelin' pretty mad, but more
than ever convinced that I was doin'
right in gettin' rid of such a poorspirited
mortal.
I began to bunt up the few things.
We bad been engaged eighteen years,
an' duriu' that time he had made me
thirteen presents. For the first few
years he used to remember my birthday,
but that had dropped off, an' I'd
never had a pennworth off him for
long enough.
I put the the things all together in
a little heap on the parlor table, an'
about eivht o'clock that night in be
walked. I thought I should ha' dropped
when I saw him, for I'm blessed
if he hadn't got a great butter basket
on his arm ready for carryiu' home
the presents in.
"Good evenin," says I, careless like,
an' he gave a sort of sullen growl in
response. ,
"There's the things," says I. An'
when I looked at the little heap on
the table an' then at the great basket
on his arm, I thought I must ha'
laughed right out.
He never spoke, but walked to the
table an' began turnih' the things over,
then he looked at a paper in his band.
I couldn't think what on earth he was
doin' till I stepped up to him. An'
what do you think, miss? He'd got
everything he'd ever given me set on
a piece o' paper, an' was checkin' off
the list as he found the articles.
My temper began to get up, but I
didn't speak for a minute or two. At
last he turned round to me, an' he
says:
"I once gave you a silk umbrella.
Where's that?"
"Worn out, years ago," answers I.
"Leastways, the silk wore out, an' I
had a new cover put on the frame.
But I'll take jolly good care you never
get that."
He looked a bit soft, an' didn't speak.
In a while, however, he says:
"I once gave you a lion sbillin'!
Where's that ?"
"An' where's all the money I've
spent on you ?" retorts I, beginnin' to
get fiery. "Look at the neckties I've
bought you; an' cigars?over an' over
again."
"Ob, they're all gone in smoke," he
answers, jeerin'.
"Well, you'll never see your lion
shillin' again 1" says I; "so you may
make up your mind to that."
For to tell you the truth, miss, I'd
had it mounted and made into a little
brooch, an' I didn't see the fun o' lettin'
him have the benefit o' the money
I'd spent on it.
We went on lookin' at the list, and
he says, "There's two gold an' white
bread-and-butter plates. Where are
they ?"
"Gold an' white bread-an'-butter
plates?" I repeats, reg'lar puzzled for
the minute ; then all at once I remembered.
Years an' years before, a
whole party of us young folks?we
were young then?went to the fair,
and just by way of a joke, puts down
our pennies at one o' those spinnin'
wheels?a sort of lottery it is, you
know, miss?au' Sam won this identical
pair o' plates. When he came
home at night, he said to me :
"Here, Janet, I don't want to carry
these plates all the way down to our
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with you." So I did, an' all those
years after the greedy mortal remembered
'em an' wanted 'em back.
"Oh, I'll fetch 'em," says I, for as
luck have it, they hadn't got broke.
So I reached 'em out o' the cupboard,
an' when Sam saw 'em, his mind
seemed wonderful relieved. I think
he bad been afraid he shouldn't get
'em.
"Can you think of anything else?"
says I.
"No," be answers. "There isn't
anything else on the paper, an' I think
I put 'em all down."
"Put the thiugs in your basket, an'
take 'em out o' my house," says I.
"I've thought a lot o' you, Sam Hemsley,
but my love's been coolin' a long
while, an' tonight you've put on the
finishin' touch. We've been courtin'
?or reckonin' to be courtin'?these
eighteen years, an' now you can give
me up easier than you can part with
the few trumpery things your money
bought. You haven't got the heart of
a mouse !" says I, "an' thankful I am
to be done with you."
He lifted up his basket an' walked
out, lookin' as sneakin' as a whipped
dog. I can't deny that I sat down an'
had a reg'lar good cry, but I soon
cheered up when John came in an'
begged o' me to fix the weddin' day
there an' then.
We were married in six weeks, miss,
an' a happy woman I've been ever
since. As for Sam, he's still goiug on
in the same old way, an' I often wonder
why his mother doesn't put him
in pinafores again.
A Wonderful Clock.?Two years
ago a South Chicago jeweler did some
figuring. He calculated that he would
in all probability live 40 years. He
knew that it takes at least two minutes
to wind the ordinary house clock.
At that rate he figured that he would,
during the rest of his life, spend about
60 days of his valuable time winding
the clock, to say nothing of the time
and temper lost through forgetting it.
Then be decided to make a clock that
would have to be wound but once in
40 years.
He spent his odd minutes at the
task and has succeeded in producing a
wonderful piere of mechanism?the
only one of it's kiod, be claims in tne
world.
This 40 year timepiece is 15 inches in
diameter and weighs 75 pounds. The
movement is geared so that the barrel
wheel containing the mainspring revolves
ODce in 2J years.
When this wheel has made 56 revolutions,
somebody will have to give the
key 17 turns. The clock will them be
wound up for another 40 years. The
first wheel from the barrel wheel
crawls around at the rate of one turn
a year. The dial plate is six inches in
diameter.
The making of the work took must
of the jeweler's leisure for 24 montns.
The movement is full jeweled. The
clock will he put in a hermetically
sealed glass case, and it will work in a
vacuum, thus lessening friction and
preventing the oil from drying,
"Nervous Prosperity."?The lady
who overheard her servant announce
that she was afflicted with "nervous
prosperity" told of it as a good joke.
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physician comes forward with a new
disease which he calls nervous prosperity,
aDd which be says, while closely
resembling nervous prostration, is
superinduced by directly opposite
causes. "Nervous prostration," he
says, "is usually caused by worry over
financial matters. The man who is
unsuccessful, whose hopes have been
blighted-and whose fondest ambitions
have been trailed in the dust of defeat
is the man who succumbs to nervous
prostration. On the other band, the
sufferer from nervous prosperity is the
man whose bead has been turned by
success, or, in other words, the man
who cannot stand prosperity. The
treatment in both ailments is practically
the same. Indeed, I may say
that the diseases themselves are identical,
which seems strange when you
consider the variance of their respective
origins."
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Will soon be published in
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COFFINS ROBES AND CASKETS.
WE now have probably the largest
stock in the county to select from.
Prices to suit customers, from the cheapest
to fine Oaks, Walnuts, Broadcloth's of
various qualities. Metalic and White
goods in infauts and adults sizes. Personal
attention. New Hearse.
W. B. MOORE & CO.
FIRE AND TORNADO INSURANCE
OF the reliable and trustworthy kind,
can be obtained through my agency
at the lowest prevailing rates. With each
fire policy, the lightning clause goes without
extra charge, while the "tornado insurance"
cost ?>3 per ?1000 insurance.
L. GEO. GRIST, Resident Agent.
I?\ Bill
J. H. RIDDLE.
EVERYBODY KNOWS IT.
IT IS long since that everybody has
known that J. H. RIDDLE sells the
very best quality of Family and Fancy
Groceries at the very lowest bottom prices,
and too. that he does it without hesitancy
or quibbling. They know that he marks
his goods at a fair price and that he expects
no more. They know that others
cannot undersell him and stay in business.
CLAY PEAS.
At J. H. RIDDLE'S you can find a limited
supply of Clay Peas, and he would
suggest to "parties wanting them to lay in
their supply now, for later in the season
there is always a scarcity which affects
the price.
Timothy "Hay in Clover."
When you want Timothy Hay and Clover,
you will find it to your interest to see
J. H. RIDDLE. He can surely auote
close figures and will supply you in large
or small quantities on short notice.
Plastering Hair, Lime, Cement
and Shingles.
Heretofore J. H. RIDDLE has kept
only Cement, Lime and Shingles; but by
constant demand he has been forced to
add to his building material a large quantity
PLASTERING HAIR, which fn the ,
future you can expect to always find at
his place, and when contractors or large
buyers need any of these articles,they may
expect special prices.
Fruit Jars and Harrows.
Possibly Fruit Jars and Cotton Harrows
should not be put in the same classification
; but since the rains have come
you will need the harrows, and when the
fruit comes you will need the Jars, and
J. H. RIDDLE has them at bottom prices. '
T. W. SPECK.
MY CREED.
I Don't Believe That Everything That
Glitters Is Gold.
I DON'T believe in representing my *"
wares to be tripple-plated when it was
bought for single plate.
I don't believe in calling tripple plate
jewelry "filled goods."
I don't believe in calling "filled goods"
solid gold.
Ana I don't believe in taking advantage
of the confidence a customer reposes in
me, nor do I believe that a business built
upon avarice, or misrepresentation can be
put upon a lasting foundation.
I don't believe in falsifying facts or alloying
brass with cheek to sell gold.
I do believe that it is my duty as a busi- *
ness man to correctly represent my goods,
and deal justly with my fellowmen, ana
it is to this that I attribute my growing
business.
When you want Eye Glasses or Spectacles,
remember that I have a full line
of the best goods, and will sell you for $1
what traveling peddlers will ask you $2.
Fitted to gold frames the same glass will
cost you more.
When you want an Engagement Ring,
remember that I can furnish it.
If you want anykind of Jewelry see me.
When you want a good Watch in either
a gold or silver case, I can and will furnish
it as cheap as anybody.
If you have a watch that needs repairing,
bring it to me. I do honest work and
guarantee it. T. W. SPECK.
SCHOOL BOOK DEPOSITORY.
The following school text
BOOKS are recommended by the
COUNTY BOARD OF EDUCATION
for use in the FREE PUBLIC SCHOOLS
of York county, and are now deposited
for distribution in the office of the County
Superintendent of Education at Yorkville:
terms of sale strictly cash.
Holmes's New First Reader $0 12
Holmes's New Second Reader, 20
Holmes's New Third Reader, 32
Holmes's New Fourth Reader, 40
Holmes's New Fifth Reader, 60
Holmes's Primer 06
Swinton's Word Primer, 13
Swinton's Word Book, 15
Webster's Common School Dictionary,
62
Tarbell's Lessons in English, No. 1... 34
Tarbell's Lessons in English, No. 2... 50
Maury's Elementary Geography, 45
Maury's Manual of Geography, 1 00
Maury's Physical Geography 1 00
Robinson's Rudiments of Arithmetic 25
Robinson's Practical Arithmetic, 55
Weiitworth'8 Algebra, 96
Hansell's School History, 50
Hansell's High School History oftbe
United States, 85
Chapman's South Carolina History,.. 62
Stowell's Physiology, in three grades,
at from 30 to 80
Copy Books?vertical system 07
For Supplemental^ Reading, sample
copies of Riverside Literature,
at from 15 cents to 25
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Cats and Dops no
Neighbors with Wings, 25
Bible Reading for Schools 45
Special orders mnst be given for Supplementary
Readers.
1 will be found in my office at the court
house every FRIDAY and SATURDAY.
J. A. SHURLEY,
County Superintendent of Education.
July 24?aug28 59 s6t
YOU DON'T SAVE A CENT
BY buying your Horseand Mule Shoes
and bringing them to our shop to be
put on, as we keep Shoes on hand and
furnish them, driven on, work and all,
FOR 15 CENTS EACH.
YOU CAN RUIN
A good set of wheels by running your
tires loose for a few days. Examine your
tires, and if they need shrinking, bring
them in and have them attended to at
once. Delay may cause you to have to
pay for several spokes or a new rim.
FOR SALE.
We have on hand a strictly firstclass,
bran-new 2-HORSE WAGON, made at
our shop, that will be sold cheap ; also a
second-hand Haydok Buggy and Set of
Harness that has been used only about
six months. Is in good condition. Will
sell cheap. LEWIS G. GRIST A CO.
HORSE WANTED.
THE undersigned wants the use of a
GOOD HARNESS HORSE during
the fall and winter months, for his FEED
AND CARE. Such a horse will be well
fed and well cared for.
F. A. GOSMAN, Yorkville, S. C.
July 24 59 stf
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