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NEW AND STYLISH ARRIVALS ?? 'J * This week a shipment %>f FORTY-THREE large cases of Merchandise just come in; the contents of these cases comprising of about 375 Men's Suits; 150 Boy's Suits, 1200 Pairs Trousers, 500 Boy's Knee Pants, 135 Men's Over Coats, ^2 15 Ladies' Cloaks and 105 Ladies' Suits. All these goods are now being unpacked and priced at figures that will undoubtedly .move them at a rapid speed, just as soon as the weather begins to be refreshing, chilly and sparkling. In addition to the forty-three cases of Men's, \Vomen's and Children's Clothing, about 75 cases of Shoes will soon complete the Shoe Stock, making an unequaled large size and large assortment ? proba bly the most shoes ever owned by one man in one store. Last, but not least, an extra big batch of Ladies' and Children's Ready-to-Wear has made a great addition to this enormous stock, making in ally a thoroughly com plete store to meet the demands of every Man, Woman and Child. ? : ? ? r ? -! ? - ? ? . . . . THE GROCERY DEPARTMENT . ? ' i . . ?' '-v. ' ; . ? ? . f . '? ? . . . . ' ? ? . ? ? , . ? This Department occupies a respective space of 25 feet in width and 110 feet in depth, and while it's comfortably crowded with eatables of every description, still more goods is being added to this stock. Recently the shipment of Three Carloads of Flour, One Carload Corn, Two Carloads Hay, One Car Load Meat, Etc.. has been received, and Mr. Karesh, who is in charge of the Grocery Department, with a good force to help him, is now ready to wait on you and at your command. -> .*? Everything for Everybody R L. SCHLOSBURG The Underselling Store D I ON I G 10, THE GENTLE ! By FRANK M. 8PALDING. When Pietro BorsinJ quarreled with his cousin Botta, Botta killed him In me manner of tlie ItallanB, and then aent the barber FuBeli to tell the newB to Papa Bor* Blnl. And Fueell came away In . fright when he saw the blazing eyeB of old Dlo ; ntglo. j- "Gentle Dlonig lo." they called him, because he had a tender heart. He kept & wine shop near the Municipal bridge, and was iknow for his char ity. As they came 'from the funeral, the people stole glances after the bent, white-haired form of did !Borslnl, and #his Pored: "He will, die of grtef. It Is * great pity that he is too old for 1 vengeance." ?" ;r ? jt + \r When they pawed the shop *nd found the ahuttera closed day after <lv. with klcola Derio's puppies Playing on the steps and the dust blowing into the corners, they said: "Poor old Dlonigio, his heart Is broken." And all the while Botta swaggered ?ad grew fat with glory. But one day the shatters were opened, the puppies sent away and the door left ajar, 00 that one could see the mirrors and the kegs of rum, *nd more than all. Gentle Dlonlglo himBelf, with his towel on his arm* *&d hie fresh white apron. And the word went from one to another, until one by one all the topers came? all but ono, and he was Botta. And ao It was for a week, when Botta himself came smiling and lnsol ?ut and showing no fear. It was then that the old rum seller's Hps grew . white, and as heN glared h# snatled: | "Smile now, Botta, so that you may look pleaiant when your time comes." [ Botta laughed, but his eyes grew [white underneath and his hand shook M he drank. Again Botta oame, laughing and Jetting with his oroalis. and winking Gentle Dlonlglo was not looking. B^t he grew silent whet his uncle ???* to him ,nd Mtnr: ? . "***? c?re, my ? B>?w. ?od kto ?M m? to . kin T?* vMktn ?w? And, on the night after two weeks, Botta was there again. And now, when his uncle came toward him, he drew back with affright, and put a chair before him ae a shield. "Have no fear," said the old man. "I would have killed you last night, but God came to me in a dream and said, 'One week longer, Dlonigio.' " All the evening Botta sat with his glass , undrahied, thinking sick thoughts, with sighs and furtive glances at Gentle Dlonigio. For he was afraid. As he went home he said to himself, "It is not right that he should bring God into this businefa. Why does he not try tb kill me, as any one else would do? I could de fend myself then." He* did not appear at the wine shop for a long time, but stayed In his room whittling the carvings that he sold on the streets In the daytime. One day he stopped, for he found that always hts figures took the look of old Bor sinl and leered and laughed at him under the lamplight, and chilled his limb*. In time the shadows In the room drove him to the wine shop. He drew courage from thinking, "Old Dlonigio has forgotten. He ilea when he says that God ia against me." And when he came * he grew bold, laughing and jeatlng as In the other <tlmes. In defiance, he waited until the others had gone, and then swag gered to the door. When old Dlonigio tapped him On the ahoulder he turned in en Instant, hie knife im hie hand. He thought* "It la now!" But Dlonigio wae looking upon him 'With eyes aa soft aa a nun's, j "Listen, Botta," he said, "God ia merciful to you. On the night before your doom, he came to me In my aieep and aald, 'Dlonigio, the murderer of your son must lire until the day of the Holy St. Peter. Until then he i must live.'" ? "But why do* you not try now?" atammered Botta* the knife trembling in his hand. "Now!" and he clutched ' his uncle's arm. ^ I "No," said gentle Dionlgle, flinging Botta from him. "God haa taken your strength from you and I could alay you now, aa you slayed my poor Pie tro. But God's will shall be done, i and you must live until the day of -St. Peter." ? ? ?j For a long time the topers did not - see Botta. - ^ - I "He stays locked in his room," said ' one. "And I saw him peering out one day with the look of a mad dog." j One day the barber, F*usell, came : Into die shop and said, "Have you heard the news, Papa Borslnl? They j hare sent Botta to the Insane asylum; you have lost your vengeance." - "Bah I What a blockhead you arel" answered gentle Dioniglo. - At (he end of the week he Mat COO francs to the orpkaaage of the Holv Father. "In the name of God, the areolar, * he eald to himself. v y ? ? * . ? ?? *? *" ? MRS. RAVENYELP HAD PROOFS Act SMmed Somewhat Mean, but It Left Coolugal Partner Without a Word to Say. \ ? f ? Placing the family phonograph on the library table, Mrs. Ravenyelp said to Iwr husband: "I have an old record here, Henry, and I want to Bee If you can guess what it la." When a weird succession of Bounds began to come from the horn of the la* strament. Raven yelp knitted hia brow and tried to identify tbesn. "If a a buss saw plowing through a knot," he ventured. t "OoeBB again,'* said Mra. Ravenyelp. "A slid? trombone in full cry." "Hatdiy." , \ ' "Cat conoertt" **>Jope." "Hoot owl with hia toes In a trap." - Smiling griiply, - Mrs. Ravenyelp shook her head in the negative. *X2kve it up," finally said Ravenyelp; ?"but aa one last gueap IH say that it isoanda very much like a siren whistle fflth the pip." 1 win agree that it to as bad aa all you have named," Mra. Ravenyelp re ssmrked, "and I hope it will save & lot of argument in the future." "ft* .what is itr inatslad Rsveoi r "lTs a reooad I made in your bed* room the other night," replied Mrs. Ravenyelp, "to prove to you that yon r salty do aoore in your sleep and to ;la* TOt taMr just how awful It' ADVOCATES TAX Ott BABIES if. i ^ H#r Mm Ji Hok Nw> A tax on Nriaf! That 1b tt? in pg propose fl by Mom. da Morier of KamQtot, rntaoe. Mme. du Morter fluulaiss that if par* easts had to pay a tax on babies peo ple would think more carefully be* (Om bringing "little ?liana? Into the world, and that It would be one step forward to "better babiee." This would not be the first tax on bahlee, however, for In 16?5 there was an actual tax on babies In Eng land. A tax of two shillings had to be paid at the birth of each baby. This fell very heavily upon the par* ent% for at that time a r shilling meant uraeh TOore ttnm it does today. The nobility, too, felt the burden of the taxes, for etfbh baby was taxed aooording to rank, and tike birth of a child of a duke added thirty pounds to the revenue. - Beards were onoe the subject of taxation. In the time of lister the Orea*. each fhan was tassd one hun dred rubles if be wore * beard. Queen Hit ??bet h pot a tax upon fcatrfe toet an4 saeh mm was t*aed three farthings for a beard of a , night's growth. Their Weapons Ready fer Uae. ? Of King Nicholas of Montenegro, somebody writes that "he stops peo ple to examine their guns and pistol* and rates anybody who carries them unloaded" ? which recalls an anecdote related of himself by Count Moltke, when. In 1856, he accompanied the crown prince of Prussia to Moscow to Attend the ooronatlon of Alexander II. At a ball in the kremlln Moltke was introduced to a group of picturesque potentates from central Asia, with their girdles stuck full of daggers and pistols In the Albanian manner, and he begged to know whether these fire arms of theirs were loaded. "Why should I carry them If they were not loaded?" replied the spokesman of the> party; and In a letter to his English wife Moltke confessed that he had never experienced such a setback in all his life. "Her* at last," he said, '1, have found *un homme serious,"' a. man who is what he looks and means what he says. Vtrtaas In the Lswsf Mower. 80 many little Jests ase oast at thm ' lawn mower and the man who propel* j it thai oar eyes may baoomo blinded! ( to Its very teal ?irtaesi These vir- i tues do not lie so awoh in the primly j dipped lawhs, which, of course, are ?ery trine and attractive, but In titfe mt- 1 feet a latwn roomer has on Its eoadioi tor, the man who rtms it. A good lawn, j bmmp mat ' '?? fHWtii gift of bioe-i grass wfO do mose fer a man r trip to the hills or the sea. Th< hapten his muscles, enlarge Us redone his fat and dmQow his temper/ Blessed Is the lawn mower. ? 8km1 CUj Journal. - 8mal I Talk. TnssM, the paints*, had a groat dls^ , Uke to that species of booroaanllon| fandHariy Ones, ' whan sitting in his room tor a long while smongat some trifling visitors who were discussing the weather and1 such Bke interesting subjects, after, remaining for a long time without ?pasting burst forth with a "We had pork for dinner today!** "Dear! Mr. Fueeli/* wsniafimvt one, "What an odd! remark!" "Why," replied he, "It's as; good as anything you've been faying! for the last hour." nan af J wmP tangs,,1' Thinks Ho Km a Ruben*. Bought for 36 cento, a pah* lag dfcK cowwfl in a small Australian town haw been aaoftbed to the Dutch. i artist, and valued at $100,066. The 1 yra?( oumi ts Dr. Ihmftn of ! P?rth, W. iu, who bought the oanraa, the other day, for $*50 from the man who made the dleoovery and eequtfed the plotoM tpr S6 oents. Dr. Ouh insiB ^ ahoot ? to ' Imm for London, ! Eng.. In order' to tabrtt^e canraa BROKEN TO HARNESS n " \ ' By ELIZABETH 8HEAR. In a moment of absentmindedness Burkle got married. It must have been absentminded ness or sheer mental aberration, tor if Burkle had stopped to think he 1 would have realised that he of all men was cut out for a bachelor. He had been a bachelor for over forty years and the habit was Ingrained In him. When you have had nobody to consider all your life but yourself It strikes you as an Imposition and a j hardship to have another human be ing thrust upOQ you, especially if the human being ?tn question has appeal ing eyes and ooaxing ways and a gen eral effect of demoralisation upon you. Burkle was much in love, but the Joys of this state were counterbal anced. by the annoyance of being idragged out of accustomed ways. The two months' wedding' trip was a suc cession of tears and forgivings, be cause Burkle was constantly forget jtlng that be had a bride and the bride naturally objected to that. Burkle .often pondered on the Inscrutable ?i ways of women, who, it seemed, al ways wanted to be in the cehter of the limelight. He really oould not blame Marie, 'however, because she oertainly, was ;? worthy of being shone upon. Often [WlMtt he found himself still, bewildered ove/ the fact that he was married one (glance at Marie would be a sufficient explanation. . Tat in spite of this dim comprehen iSlon Burkle was far from being com pletely broken to harness. That waa 'why the first day the Burklee got back from their trip Burkle accepted Joy ously the invitation of "the bunch," as represented by Jones and Larklas. The two fell upon him at luncheon time, and, after much ha&dsbaklng ?and congratulating, proposed a dinner downtown at the same old plaoe where six or eight congenial soul* had been aocustomed to gather in the years that were gone by. Burkle was hungry for a sight of the boys and so be pronounced the idea bully. That afternoon he was extremely busy, and it was after six o'clock when he closed his roll top desk. "Gee!" murmured Burkle, as be hastily smoothed his hair and other wise made, an office toilet, "it owisla ly will seem good to see the old erowd again and taste one of Fraaoon&'s din ners!" , j In a pleasant dream Burkle locked his oOoe and , departed without net* tag the telephone staring him in the face or recalling his brand saw fin t sad bla bride wilting with a brand new dinner far his homeeoortag. That, dinner had aost her a wart# of pains. gfOgaT. jhwr Wl ? WW DO* one. Then the crowd proposed the theater and after that somebody pro posed supper and there were stories, to be told and cigars to be smoked,, and when Jones said as he had always said before on these occasions: "It's late, Burkle-^you'd better stop at my diggings Just around the corner In stead of going out to your station." Burkle, being steeply, assented. Yes, he stopped at Jones' "diggings." In the morning when he wakened the sun was high and with a glance at the clock Burkle bounded up and: into his clothes. He recalled an im portant appointment at the office for nine o'clock, and he made & rush to get there on time. Now, when Burkle is engrossed la business he gives a remarkably good: imitation of a man deaf dumb and blind to every other consideration* No thought but that of business on handi entered his mind. That was why when r a couple of persons wearing square* . toed shoes and mysterious expressions* entered his office and after staring at him suspiciously demanded his name Burkle wa% not agitated. He told them absentmln'dedly that his nanw was Burkle and continued laboring with his papers. One of the square toed men tapped him on the shoulder. "Maybe you Ye Burkle," said the square toed maw, "but you've got to prove it. Burble's got a wife back home in hysterica with two doctors and a trained nurse working over her, because she says her husband is murdered and thrown into the lake ? and you see yon are not in the lake. Gome on#* now, and tell os about it" / Some, time later when the doctors jand the nurse had departed . Burkle surveyed his wife thoughtfully. There wss a new expression on his fsoe, the chief ingredient of which was stm bewilderment "Marie," he said, limply, *1 don't see how I did it, really,' i don't? yam Just go ahead and say everything to. 'me that's in your%nlnd and yo?H feel 'better. But, darling ? 111 never do it again!" .. And, all unknown to himself, the utteranoe of this promise marked thei complete, subjugation of Burkle. The harness was fitted to him at last Trouble at the date. "You Can't come in here," said Saint Peter, as the sinner tried to bluff his way through. "Just ? listen to your record as taken down by the refprd* -tn* angel." - - "1 object to my exclusion on lneom? petent 'testimony," retorted the sinner* "I have not been represented by coun sel, "and J Insist upon my constitution sl rights. -1 The reoording angel must! be sFsray and sutiwil to my oross sx amination at .HU nsys. before a Jury of mwp mm "Sorry," said Saint MM* "but the .trouble with that is that all pour peesa >are down bslosr tn the otter piaoaj beyond the JnHrtfrllui of tin - ? lifci