Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 6, Number 47, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 20 May 1876 — Page 2

THE MAIL

,/V PAPER

FOR HIE

TERRE

PEOPLE.

HAUTE, MAY 20, 187C

DE'SPERIENCE OB DE REB'REND QUAKO .STRONG. If

UY If. P.

Swing dat gate wide, 'Postle Peter",'" King do big bell,

IH*»Ude gong,

'Saint* an' martyr den will m«H*t dalr lJrydder, Reb'rtnd Quako-Strong.

Sound dat bugle. Angel Gabriel, Te de elders, loud an'long, Clear outdt.-m lilgli seat« on Hoaben.

Here comes Ueb'rend Quako Strong."

'Turn de guard out, Glneral Mleliael, Arms present th« llii« nlouu Ijel the baud play "Conkerln Hero,'

For de Ueb'rend Quako Strong."

Den let Moses bring de crown, an' Palms an'woddin'gown along Wid percesslon to be land in',

Here's de Ueb'rend Quako Strong, i*

Tune your harp-strings tight, King David, Sing your good Old Hundred song, I^et de seraphs dunce wld cymbals 'Roun' Ueb'rend Quako Strong.

Joseph, march down wld yer bmlderen, Tribes an' banners musu-rln' strongSpeech ob welcome from ole Abr'am,

Answer, Ueb'rend QuuUo Strong.

Angels, hear me yell Howmner! Ilear my dulcem sjK'rrltool song Halleluyer! I'm 8-coinin'!

I'm de Reb'rend Quako Strong.

Make dat white r«be rudder spacious, An'de waist belt "Klrordnerj'long, jCansu 'twill take some room In glory

Kordts Reb'rend Quako Strong.

What! No one to de landln'? 'Peers like suilln-nudder's wrong Guoss I'll gib dat sleepy Peter

Fits—from Keb'renu Quako Strong.

How am (lis? Ie gates all fastened Out ob all de shlnin froug Not a mulatto cherub even

Greets de Ueb'rend Quako Strong.

What a narrow little gateway! My dat gate am hard to move Who am dat?" says'Postle Peter,

From de parapet above. I'ncle Peter, doH't y»u know me— Me, a shinin' light so long? Why, de berry niggers call me

Good old Reb'rend Quako Strong.

Dunno me, de shoutln' preacher? Reg'lar hull-hog Wesleyan, too— Whar in tie woxls you bin a loatln'?

Some old rooster's bod de red you, I reckon. Why, I've converted

Hundreds o' darkies lu a song— Dunno me, nor yet my Masser! I'm de Reb'rend Quako Strorg.

Hark to dat ar curious ro.irln',

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Faraway, but rollln' nlgher See de drefl'ul dragon fly in Head like night, an' motif ob Are Tis de bnrry king ob debbils,

An' he'm rushin' right along, Oil, dear Peter, please to open To t'lassleaier Quako Stroug.

Ole Nick's com in'. I can feel It Gettin' warmer all aiout Oh, my good, kind Kurnal Peter,

Let nie in, I'm all loo stout To go 'loug wid Major Satan Into dat warm climate, 'mong Fire an brimstone. Hear me knockin',

Ole Churchmember Quako Strong.

Dat loud noise am comin' nearer— Dretftil smell, like powder smoke. Nndder screech. Gootl Hebben help me,

Lor' lorglb dls pore old moke, Allers wu7. so berry holy, Slngin'an'prayln'extry long, Now de debbll's gwlne to cotch me.

Pcor ole nigger, Quako Stong.

Hi! dat gate swing back a little Mighty squee/.ln' to git froo, OleApollyou howlln'louder,

Eborythlng aroun' am blue. Bang "de gate goes, an' Belzebub, Bunch of wool upon his prong. Goes 'long home wlthoutde soul ob

Mls'abiil sinner, name of Strong.

A Dinner in a State Prison.

An invitation to take dinner with a friend in the State's prison was something new and exciting to a quiet little body like mo, and I reread Rnth Denham's kindly-worded note to that effect, and thought how odd it was that we should raoet again in this way after tor. years' separation anil all the changes that had intervened in both our lives. We had parted last on the night of our grand closing school party, after having been friends and fellow-pupils for five years. Sbe was then fifteen, and the prettiest, brightest and cleverest girl at Lynnhope. I was younger, and felt distinguished by her friendship, and heartbroken at tho idea of losing her, for she was going abroad with her family, while I remained to completo my studies at the institute.

I bad plenty of letters the first year, but then her.father died, and with him went his reputed fortune. A painful ehango occurred in the position of the Wei ford a in consequence, and Ruth became a teacher, as I heard, until she met and married a young man from the West, whither she returned with him immediately alter the ceremony. She had writ-ten" to me once after becoming Ruth Ienhnm, and her letter was kind and cordial as her old self, but the correspondence thus renewed soon ceased. I was also an orpHau, but a close attendant at tho couch of nwriiivalkl aunt and Rut hi* now, strange life was too crowded with pressing duties to permit her to write regularly to her girlhood's companion, whom ah© had not s«en for years. Mv aunt had now recovered so

far

as to indulge a taste for travel. We were on our way by the great railroad to the Pacific const, and wo stopped at the small rapiiiil of one of tho newest States to discover that Ruth Denhain was a resident there, the wife of the lieutenant-Governor, who was consequently the warden of tho Stale Prison. The note I held in my hand was in answer to one I had despatched to her an hour before by the hands of a Chinaman from the hotel, ami it was as glad and ^affectionate as I coold "wish:

My husband is quite ill with sciatlei, which completely Lames him, as well .ascausing him intense pain. I am his only attendant, or I would fly to you at once, my dearest Jenny. I am so sorry vou leave by the midnight train for FSan Francisco to-morrow, bnt must be '^content to see yon as much of the day 3:*1as vou can spare us, and hope for a long or visit on vour return. We dine at four: may 1 not send the carriage for yon as earl as two o'clock

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Your loving friend,

ILLTH

1'KNHAM."

had inv aunt*a permission to leave her, and was ready at the appointed hoar to find the carriage there to the minute and a very comfortable easy conveyance fe- provod over one of the worst roads I ever traveled on.

The prison was about a mile from the outskirts of the straggling town, which boasted two or three fine State build*

ings, In strong contrast with it* scattering and mostly mean and shambling dwellings. Some hot springs had been discovered near the site, ataa over thetn had been erected a wooden hotel and bath of the simple^ order of architecture and on the barest possible plan of ornament or coipfort. Ju&t beyond ttus edifice was the prison, situated at the rise of one hill and under the shadow of another and more considerable one. It was built of asoftish, light-colored stone dug from a neighboring quarry, as the driver told me, aud looking even at a cursory glance too destructible and craubling to secure such desperate and determined inmates.

Thev used to keep 'em In a sort o' wooden*shed," said my driver, alluding to the prisoners, "until they gotthisshebang fixed up. Pretty smart lot of chaps they were, for thoy buit it themselves mostly, and made good time on it, too.

It was surrounded by a high wooden fence, within which a stone wall of the same material as the building was in course of construction.

If it wasn't Sunday," said my companion, as we drove tluough the guarded gate, "you could see 'oni at work, for they're putting up their defences, aHd doing it first-rate, too."

I had only time for a glance at the inside of the enclosuro. We were already at the principal entrance, which was a wide door opening into a hall, with a staircase leading up to the second floor. On the right hand was a strongly-grated iron door opening into the main corridor between the cells tho other side seemed to be devoted to offices and quarters for the guards. I saw knots of of men about, but only the two at the entrance seemed to be armed, and they bad that lounging, easy air that bolongs te security and the absence ot thought. It was in every respect opposite to my preconceived idea of a penitentiary, and all recollection of its first design'fled when I saw Ruth's cliecry face, bright and handsome as ever, beaming on me from the first landing, and felt her warm, firm arms clasping me in an embrace of affectionate welcome. It was my friend's home, and nothing else, from that moment, and a very pretty, daintily-ordered home it was. She had five rooms on the second floor, with a kitchen below this was her parlor in front, a bright, well-fur-nished room, tastefullj" ornamented with pictures, soinoof which I recognized as her own paintings in our schooldays and hero was her dining-room to the left, with a small guest-chamber that she hoped I would occupy when I returned. The other roouis OH the west of the parlor were hers and Nellie's— Oh, I had not seen Nellie, her five-year-old, nor her dear husband, who was so much better to-day, though he could not rise without difficulty and would I therefore come and see him

As Ruth gave me thus a passing glance at her household arrangements, I saw through tho open door of an apartment back of the dining-room a light shower of plaster fall t® the ground, marking the oilcloth that covered the floor, and for ene instant sending out into the hall a puff of whitish dust.

Oh, that is one of the effects of our terribly dry climate," said Ruth, following my glance and noticing the dust "every little while portions of our walls crumble and fall in liko that. There is no doubt a sad litter in Mr. Foster the clerk's room, where that shower occurred he has gone to the city for the day, however, and it can be cleared before his return. Hero is my husband, Jenny."

In.a recess by the parlor wiudow, on a lounge, Mr. Denham was trying to disguise the necessity for keeping his tortured limb extended by an appearance of amifing ease. He was a handsome, frank-faoed man, with a firm, fearless eye and a gentle, kindly mouth, and I could readily understand my friend's look of sweet content when I saw him and her child Nellie, who was hanging over her papa with tho fond protecting air of a precocious nurse. I sat down quickly beside them to prevent my host's attempting to rise, and the hour that elapsed before dinner flew by in interesting conversation.

I am so sorry I had to go for a little while," said Ruth, returning to announce that mea!, "but my good WangHo is sick to-day, and I had to help him a little."

Where is Lester, Ruth?" aaked her husband. Oh, he is kind and helpful as ever, bat he does not understand making dessert, you know, Edward." "That's true, and Miss Jane will excuse you, I am sure, for sho and I have been reviewing the principal features of pioneer-life, and she professes herself rather in love with it than othcrwis-e."

It is all so fresh and enjoyable, despite its discomforts and inconveniences," I said "and need I quoto a stronger argument in its favor than yourself, my dear Ruth You seem perfectly happy, and I really cannot see why you should not. be so."

She had her golden-haired little girl in one arm, and she laid the other hand caressingly on her husband's shoulder. "There is none: I am happy," sho said in a low, earnest tone and then added laughingly, "or I shall be as soon as Edward gets well of sciatica and Wang-Ho recovers from his chiHs."

Mr. Denham begged us to go before him, and his wife led the way to the dining-room.

Poor fellow!" she whispered, "he suffers horribly when he moves, and I tried to persuade him to have his dinner sent into the parlor but in honor of your presence he will come, and ho will.come and he doesn't wsintns to SOP him wince and writhe under the effort."

Jnst as we entered the dining-room a young man came in by another door, carrying a tray with dishes, 1 had seon plenty of Chinamen, but this was not one, nor could I reconcile hisappoarance with the position of a servant. He was tall, well-made, and his face, though unnaturally pale, was decidedly goodlooking. lie wore a pair cf coarso gray pantaloons with a remaikablo stripe down one leg, but had on a beautifully clean and flno white shiit, fastened at the throat with,a diamond button. The weather was warm, and he was without coat or vest, and had a sash of red knitted silk, such as Mexicans wear, round his middle.

Kuth took the dishes fiom him aud placed them OH

the table. "Please tell

Wang-Ho about the coffee, I jester," she said, a* he retired. "I* that man a servant, Ruth?" I atikeri in an astonished whisper.

No." she replied, in the same low tone "te tea murderer condemned for life."

Mr. Denham hobbled in and slid down upon a seat. I appreciated his gallant attention, but It was painful to see the effort ft cost besides, much as I had seen, and familiar as I was becoming with pioneer life, to be waited on at dinner by a vOung and handsome murderer condemned to prison for life was a sensation new and startling, and I was fall of curiosity as to the nature of his crime and the peculiar administration of the Western penal code that made house-servants of convicts. Seeing my perturbation, Ruth evidently intended to relieve It by the explanatory remark of "He is 'trusty,' Jenny, dear," but re­

ally threw no light whatever on the subject. It was a very nice dinner, served tastefully, and with a home comfort abeut everything oonneoted with the table that seemed most unlike a prison. Mr. Denham's Intelligence and cheerfulness added to the delusion that I was enjoying the hospitalities of a cultivated Eastern home. He and his wife had kept themselves thoroughly familiar with all topics of general interest through the medium of periodicals, and had much to ask about the acual progress of Improvements they had read of and the changes occurring among dear and familiar Eastern scenes.

Lester came in again with the empty tray, and quietly gathered the plates from the table preparatory to placing dessert. I wanted to look -at him—indeed, a fascination I could not resist drew my eyes to his face like a magnet —yet, somehow, I dared not keep them there: the consciousness of meeting his glance, and feeling that I should then be ashamed of my curiosity, made them drop uneasily every time he turned and once when I found his gaze rest on me an instant. I felt myself color viole ly uuder the quiet look of his steel-gray eyes.

One thing was very observablo in the little group: the child Nellie was intensely fond of the man, and he himself seemod to entertain and constantly en deavor to express an exalted admiration for Mr Denliam. While the latter was speaking Lester's animated looks followed every word and gesture he anticipted his unexpressed wishes, and watch ed to save him the trouble of moving or asking for anything.

No, no, Nellie, stay and finish your dinner Lester is not quite ready for you yet." Her mother said this in reference to the child's eagerness to follow the trusty attendant from the room, and her neglect of her meal in consequence. "Nellie is in the habit of carrying up the sugar and cream for the coflee, and she thinks Lester cannot possibly got on if she does not assist," said Ruth in sinil ing explanation as Nellie hastened after him.

The next instant th^re was the mingled sound of a heavy fell or succession of falls outside, and one quick, stifled scream from the child.

The dumb-waiterj quick! It has broken from its weights and scalded NSll #with tho hot coffee," criect Ruth, making a spring toward the door by which Lester had gone out.

Her husband, forgetting his lameness, was instantly ac her side, but some force held the door against them both, and abandoning it after the first effort, the father turned hurriedly to the one leading into the hall. I sat nearest to that, and in the excitement I had moved quickly aside,so that when it was thrown violently open the moment before my host, the governor of the prison, reached it, I was thrust back "against the wall, from which place, half dead with fright, I saw the hall crowded with convicts, the foremost of whom held a

Eead.

istol directly toward Mr. Denham's

It snapped with a sharp report, and when the smoke cleared I found Mr. Denham had dodged tho fire and was closed in a suffle with the villain for the weapon. A dozen more seemed to spring on him from the threshold I heard his wife's cry of agony and then tho door at the other side burst in, and Lester, with his gray eyes gleaming like a flame, bounded over the body of a bloody convict that fell from his grasp as he broke into the room. Quick as thought he caught up one of the heavy chairs in his hands, and bringing it down with desperate force on the heads of the Governor's assailants, felled one, while the other staggered back and dropped his pistol. Mr. Denham caught it like a flash, and fired it in the face of a wretch who was aiming at Lester's heart. The convicts fell back, and over their bodies the Governor and his aid sprang into the crowded hall. "The child! the child! OGod! my little daughter!" It was Ruth's voice in tones of such anguish and terror as I never before heard uttered by human voice.

She was looking from the window into the yard below, and there she beheld Nellie lifted up as a shield against tho guns of the guards by a party of the escaping convicts. The little creature was deadly white and perfectly silent: her great blue eyes *were wide and frozen with fright, and her little hands were clasped in entreating agony and stretched toward her mother. "Stand behind me and shoot them down, Governor," cried Lester, dealing steady blows with the now brokon chair, and trying to make his own body a shield for Mr. Denham. The Governor continued to fire on the convicts, who wore pouring in a steady stream down the stairs from out of the room where I had seen the shower of dust, and through the ceiling of which, as it was afterward proved, they had cut a hole, and so escaped from the uppor corridor of the prison.

I tried to hold Ruth In my arms, for in her frenzy to peach her child she had Hung up the window and endeavored to drop from it at tho risk of her life! "They will not dare to hurt her: God will protect her innocent life," was all I oould say, when a random ball from below struck tho window-frame, and, glancing ofl, stunned without wounding tho wretched mother. Sho foil, jarred bv the shock, and I drew her as well as could behind tho door, on the other side of which lay the two bleeding prisoners who had tried to take her husband's life.

Groans, shouts, curse*, yells and pis-tol-shots sounded in the hall and on the stairs only the back of the chair remained in" I^ester's grasp, but heaps of men felled by its weight and crushed by their struggling fellows had tumbled down and been kicked over tho broken balustrade to the hall below.

The guards had rallied from their surprise, sind sparing tho escaped for the sake of the precious shield they bore, turned their fire upon tho escaping, cutting them off until the wholo corridor below was blocked with wounded, dead and dying. One more man appeared at the clerk's door: he was a powerful fellow with a horso-pistol and a stonehammer. Lester had staggered back from a flying iron bar aimed at his head': by a villain he struck at without reach-: Ing, and who had bounded down the stairs to receive his death from the guard's mtwket at the door. The prisoner with the home-pistol saw his advantage, and, cursing the Governor in blasphemous rage, aimed at him as he fled. Recovering hltnself, Lester etruck for bla arm, but not soon enough to stop the fire: the charge reached its object, but not his heart, as it was meant to do. It glanced aside, and Mr. Denham's pistol dropped: his right arm fell maimed al his side bat the field was clear, and Lester, catching the fallen pistol, went down the stairs over the bodies in a series of flying leaps.

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Where's my wife?" exclaimed Mr. Denham, turning round dizzily and trylug to steady his hsad with his uninjured hand. "Tell her I've gone for Nellieand he made an effort to rush alter Lester, but, reaching the top of the stairs, drepped suddenly upon a con* viol's body stretched there Vy his u*

pistol. Then I saw by the reddish bole in his trousers just below the knee that be had been wounded before, though he did not know it, and was now streaming with blood. "Where's Nell? where's Edward?"1 asked Buth, sitting up with a ghastly face, and lopkiog at me in a bewildered

"All right, all safe, tell the lady," cried a clear, exulting voice from below: "here's,sweet little Miss Nellie, without a scratch on her."

It was Lester's shout from the yard, and It rang through all the building. Do you hear, Ruth do you bear?" I screamed beside myself with joy and thankfulness. He has saved your husband a dozen times, that hero, and now he brings back your child to you. Oh, what a noble fellow! how I envy him his feelings!"

He was in the room by this time with Nellie in his arm&: ho heard me and gave me just one look. I never saw him again, but I never sliall forget it, for it revealed the long agony of a blighted life that moment struggling into hope again through expiation. He did not wait for Ruth's broken cry of gratitude, but was gone as soon as the child was in her arms.

Come, boys," I heard him cry cheerily outside, "lend a Jiand to help the Governor to his room he's got a scratch or two, and the doctor's coming to dress them. He will be all right again before we can get things set straight round here."

Governor Denham's wounds were not so slight as Lester hoped, but they were not dangerous, and when, to prevent my aunt's alarm for my safety (for the news of "the break", spread rapidly through the town,) I parted from my friends before nightfall and rode back to the hotel as I had come, I left three of tho most excitedly grateful and happy people behind me I had ever seen.

I suppose it is no use to urge it further, Ruth darling," said her husband as we parted, "but I really wish you would go to San Francisco with our friend and let Nellie have a chance to forget the shock she has endured. You need the change, too, if you would ever think of yourself."

It is because I do think of myself that I prefer to remain where I am happiest," said Ruth, decidedly. "As for Nell, she. is a pioneer child, and will suon be as merry and fearless as ever. But, Jenny dear, we owe you an apology for the novel dinner party we have given you. When you come back it will seom like a frightful dream, and not a reality, we shall all be so quiet and orderly again."

As we stood alone in the hall, frobi which every sign of the latQ 'terrible conflict had been removed save the blood-stains that had sunk into the stone beyond the power of a hasty washing to obliterate, Ruth said in a low whispering t®ne that was full of pent-up feeling, "I told yovi that Lester was a murderer condemned for life, Jenny, but there were extenuating circumstances in eonnectiou with his crime. That is not his name we call him by: I do not even know his real one, but I am convinced that he belongs to educated and reputable people, and that he suffers the keenest remorse for the wild life that led him so terribly astray. He became desperately attached to a Spanish girl, who was married as a child to a brutal fellow who deserted her, and she thought hi'ti dead. She and Lester were to be married, I believe, when the missing husband reappeared and tormented them both. Tne girl he treated shockingly, and it was in a fit of rage at his abuse of her that Lester killed him but appearances were all against the deed, aud he was convicted of murder in the second degree and sentenced for life. Edward in his kind and discriminating, and he pitied him. Lester told his story freely, and my husband gained his lasting gratitude by taking care of the wretched girl and paying her passage in a vessel bound for her native town in Mexico. The only favor we could show him here was to separate him from the wretches in the common prison by making him a 'trusty or prison-servant. He understood" our motive in doing so, and was very thankful and most reliable. What we owe him to-day you kuow ho makes light of it, protesting that he only picked up Nell from the gulch where the escaped convicts had dropped her on their way to the hills but lie cannot lessen the debt: it is too great to be calculated even."

Tho subsequent report proved that twenty-eight prisoners had conspired to effect the break, and by secreting the tools they wrought with in their sleeves

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in on Saturday from the walluilding to cut an entrance through the ceiling of their own corridor into the loft above Mr. Foster's room, through which they dropped while the family were at dinner, choosing that hour so as to produce a surpise and sccure the child, who always went below with Lester to help carry up the coffee. Of the wholo number, five were killed outright and six wounded twelve escaped uninjured, but were nearly all afterward retaken and five repented their share in the movement or lacked courage to carry it out, and so remained in the prison. The most interesting item of the whole came to moat San Francisco in my friend's letter. It said:

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We aro looking forward with great delight to your visit, and planning every pleasure our sterilo life can yield to make it enjoyable. Rut you will not see Lester: he is gone. His pardon, full and entire in view of his courage and fidelity, and tho manly stand he took against the murderous plotters, came on Monday last, and at nightfall he left the prison to go by the stage to meet the midnight train. 'To Mexico 1'were his last words to us. Heaveu bless him, and grant him wisdom and courage to retrieve the past and open a fair, bright future !"—[Lippincott.

MAHGATKT HOSMKR.

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OLIVE LOGAN ON HAM-DRESS-ING. Olive Logan writes: "Girls, attend to your coiffure. No matter how simple your dress is, look out for your capillnry adornments and all will bo well. Avoid, if possible, all falso hair about the face, t'orkwrrfw curls, ventilated scratches, and ii*gus bangs look well enough on the fetage, or uuder a veil, but they give age when the wearer is subjected to cfo«o inspection. A tiny little lock of your own hair snipped off at the top of vour nose's bridge and rolled up a ring with a hairpin at night will make a pretty little curly fringe across your forehead in the morning, and will never be noticed even iI the fashion changes and you wish to brush the short locks with the rest. Comb up the back hair as high as you can, without dragging your arms out of their sockets encircle the top of your cranium with a smooth-ly-brushed and neatly plaited braid and in the vacumlstic abhorrence which this performance creates stick a high comb or a voluminous bow, and you have a ooiffure—which, If not so stunningly dressy as some hair artist might nihl, is still thoroughly lady-like, tn»vitally becoming, ana Indisputably

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EAy,Y FAILURES All' Over the Land!

WE PLANK DOWN THE HONEY AND TAKE EVERY BARGAIN OFFERED!. ,10

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CAN YOU PAY CASH? In times like these it is the orly thing that enables us to live.

IMMENSE LOT SPRAGUE PRINTS at 4c.

The above are the best prints made, only they area little dark in colors. The balance of our entire stock of best prints will be sold as follows: ENTIRE STOCK COCHECO PRINTS 5c.

ENTIRE STOCK MERRIMAC PRINTS 5c. ENTIRE STOCK PACIFIC PRINTS 5c. ENTIRE STOCK SPRAGUE PRINTS 5c.

Why pay country stores and credit houses 8 and 10 cents a yard for these same prints, and then not have a* full assortment to select from -v

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20 Bales Heavy Brown Muslins, 6, 7, 8c. White Muslin, 6,7, 8, 9, and 10c. Real Heavy Ginghams, 8 and 9c. 7,* Big Lot Delaines, 11c. Handsome Dress Goods, 15.

Tickings, Shirts, Sheetings, Muling Clark's 0. N. T. Spool Cotton, 5 cents.

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Big Lot Grenadines, 12,15, 20 and 25c. Plain White Swisses, 15c. Very Handsome Shawls, $1.25.

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