The Camden chronicle. (Camden, S.C.) 1888-1981, September 19, 1913, Image 3
NEW AND STYLISH ARRIVALS
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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 ? -! ?
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THE GROCERY DEPARTMENT
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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
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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.
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MRS. RAVENYELP HAD PROOFS
Act SMmed Somewhat Mean, but It
Left Coolugal Partner Without
a Word to Say.
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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
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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
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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
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