Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 8, Number 39, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 23 March 1878 — Page 6

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE

AUNT HANNAH'S ADVICE.

And so yoa have quarreled with David And, hide It as welt as yon can, I know at this moment you're thinking:

That he is a horible man. He has no regard for your feelings, He loosens his hold on your heart, And each has confessed to the other,

That both were much better apart.'

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You think of the days of your eourtshl "ul pful.

When David was thoughtful and klm 1 your vexations so help ill of your follies so bill

To afl of your follies so blind. And now er the gateway of Kden, The sword of the angel is crossed, And you miss all the sweetness and sun shine,

The Joy of a Paradise lost.

You think you have done a'l your duty, Have prayed and have labored in vain, And feel, as husband, that David

Has really no right to complalnf But let us sit down in the twilight, 1 Aad talk o'er the subjectawhlle: Before you take leave of the meadow,

Tis well that you pause on the stile.

Tis likely that David Is fretful, And careless at times. It is true His business absorbs him too closely,

But is he not working for you 7 Ho when he comes home in the evening, Quite silent, and thoughtful and queer,? Jus, let your heart keep up its singing,

And pretend yon don't notioe, my dear.

For Just as a scratch »n the finger Will heal if on let It alone, Bo many a trouble or grievance

That David of yours may have known 11 Would s»on have been gone and forgotten, And left not a scar on the heart, Had either been foud or forgiving,

Mad you never Supposed you could part.

"Tis yotir fluty to yield, and you know it You will If you're true to your trust Your Ood and your honor demand it.

And David Is gentle and Just. Don't keep any bones of contention Don't hold to this terrible strife: But make htm a much b« tter husband,

By being a much better wife.

SUSIE GARLAND.

THE STORY OF A POOR GIRL.

BY WIRT BIKES.

CHAPTER X—COJTTISUBD. There are two poor creatures in this world who know how long a day can be —one, the prisoner at a treadmill the other, the searcher through a great city ftftor work*

All day long Susie wandered about, seeking everywhere for work to do—all day long, with the rush of a careless throng about her—all day long, in vain! The snaps were full the ready answer wai, 'No—go away or a deposit was required or insolent comments were offered her on her pretty face, in lieu of any reply at all to her query.

The night came d»wn, and she was still wandering. F.iint and weary as she was, the consciouancss of her situation sent a thrill of new energy through hor, asshe saw the lamp lighter going his rounds. Must she walk the streets all night?

She was back in the wery again, and the thronp had grown into a steady, dense procession, swollen by the army of working people going to iheir homes —men with tin palls, nnd girls and wo men with baskets and bundles. How oagerly she looked into their f.-icos

Three girls walking side by side chanced to turn and look at her with her hungry, white face. Sue clutched one by the shawl. 'Do you work?' was al? she asked. 'Work! Of course we do,' siid the girl. 'And hard, too,' echocd another. 'Come on, Mary,' said the tnlrd 'what does the want of us?' 'No, don't go!' said Susie. 'I'll tell you what I want: I want to work, as you do—or harder. I want a roof to sleep under.' 'wbere'd you sleep last night?' said with a sneer the girl who had asked ber ooinpanion to come on.

Susie's eyes closed in agony as she heard that question! Dared she answer? Dared' she say she passed last night In a cell. 'Ob! do pity me a little,' she cried, looking ln'o the faco of the girl called Mary. 'I'm suro you would if you ouly knew.' 'Walk on with us,' waa the answer. 'It won't do any harm to hear your story, If you've got one to tell.'

Then walking on Susie told, in a lew words, the story of her mother's death, her despair, ber flight to the river, her night in prifon and the girl Mary took her by tbt» hand and said, with generous tears In her eyes: 'You may come home with us.'

CHAPTER XI. MRS. MOYXAHAN'S.

The home which Mary spoke of was In a miserable house in Rlvlngton street far down toward the East River. It was kept by a pwr Irish widow, ho had bard work to set the table and pay her reut. Her *ix boarders were afl workiujg girls, who paid ber each two dollars aud.a half a week, and because this ball a dollar less than they could find •eeommodations for elsewhere, tht-y never complained of the coarse ami scanty (are she set before them, nor of the uncomfortable accommodations she provided. There were but two rooms In Widow Moynahan's establishment one waa the kitchen and dining room, with abed in a corner the other was bedroom simply, and waa large enouuh to hold the bed and nothing else. Three of the girls alept in one bed, three in the other Mrs. Moynahan contented herself with lodgings on a ragged lounge.

Mrs, Moynahan's astonishment, when she foundtbat Mary Bell had picked up a girl id she street and brought her home was profound, but not speechless. 'She is going to sleep in my place, Mrs. Moynahan,'aald Mary 'and I am] going to sleep on the floor.' 'Sure ye've a kind bayrt, Mary,'quoth the widow 'an' it's like you, too, to fetch me ano:her boorder. I've been wantln' one, for it's bothered I am to aet the table for you all, and another one will help a great dale.'

They sat down to supper presently: and though they were greatly crowded for elttwr loom, and the bread acd potatoes were barely enough to go round, and the teapot held precisely seven cupula, there were no complaint*. Mary related again Susie* story, and they looked In her sweet, pare face, and believed her easiljt for their own lives were not far removed from like experiences.

Tbey discussed the question of employment for Susie with all the earnestness and gravity which thorough experience had given them, and one and all agreed that there waa little use in looking for work in the shops, they were all so crowded. 'The best thing for yoa, hasle,' (it did not take long tor them to get her name pat enough on their tongnee), 'If you are uick with your needle, la to go to that •thing store and take the work be ofered you tor really the pay be offera Is for that kind of work.'_

Tbey knew nothing of the place itself save what Susie bad told them. 'By working evenings,' said Mary Bell, as they drew back from the table (the last potato gone, and the last drop of tea vanished), 'you ought to earn three dollars a week at each prices as that. We all of us work evenings. Here is jay work." She drew forth from under the bed a box, In which her worldly goods were kept, and produced therefrom a bundle of hickory shirts. 'I only get seventy-two cents a dozen for making these, and I fOrnish the thread myself yet I almost always earn fortyfive or fifty cents a week w.th my sewing evenings.'

Susie listened in mote aaiazemen' and as the other girls (in order to "cheer ber up," tbey said) showed each her own work, and named the price she received for it, Susie wondered more and more, and began to think of the Jew with some self reproach. Be bad offered her two dollars and a half per dozen for making those coarse flannel shirts, and here was one girl who was making a dozen for one dollar and a quarter! Here was another girl making men's heavy blue overalls for five and a half cents apiece! None of the girls bad such profit able work as the Jew had placed in ber ungrateful bands.

She resolved to go to him the first thing in the morning. 'And for lear he won't giv it ye,' said Mrs. Moynahan, in a gush of generosity —assisted,' perhaps, by her desire to keep the new boarder—"I've got a dollar in me stockin' that I'll lead ye till the ind o' the week, so ye can give him his security."

And when bedt'me came, and Susie positively refused to take the place Mary offered her in her bed, there arose quite an animated discussion as to whose should be the privilege of sleeping on the floor. It ended by Susie's taking the lounge, aud Mrs. Moynahan the floor. 'For,' said she, as a final argument in her favor, 'it's raesilf that profits by it, darlin's, and if the purty child only pays ber board with rigularity, I'm more than willin' to slape on the soft side of the flu re.'

I will pay it, Mrs. Moynahan,' said Susie, fervently 'I will jurely pay it at the end of every week.' *1 •I know ye will.'

Then the candle was blown out. and the room echoed with 'Good nighbi ml they ail fell into tha sound sleep which profound weariness brings.

And Susie Garland dreamed a dream of purling brooks, and flowers, and green trees, and wandered in Arcadia till the morning broke gray through the windows, to bring her baeji.to her un happy life.

CHAPTER XII.

THE WORK AND THIC WAGES. The six girls were all up and off to their work at six o'clock. A little later, aud Susie was on her way to the shop «f Sly Isaac. She felt very meek and repentant toward him, thinking what njusticeshe bad dote him the previous day. Why, in the light of the information gathered in that earnest con versa-

tion among the girls last night, bo seem1 a very prince of generosity 'I did him wrong,'she said to herselt, as she walked along. 'He don't grind the girls to powder, like many of the great dealers with their graud stores In Broadway I am sorry I wassu picious of him, but he di.l look so very ugly!'

Sly Isaac swallowed a chuckle as ah* entered his den, and drew a very long lace.

I've got the other dollar, sir,' said Su s'e, in Tier sweetest voice, and with an air meek apology, 'and .1 have come fur the shirts to make

He played with her a little as a cat play* with a mouse before swallowing t, and ended by giving her the bundle an«: taking her two dollars.

She hurried borne almost with lightnfss at her heart, and went to work. 'Sure ye've lively fingers,' said Mrs. Moynahan, admiringly.

Susie thought that first day that her landlady was the best of Women. The second day, she thought that Mrs. Moynahan had queer ways, and that her breath smelt like Jo Whito's, and mtde her feel a dreadful sickness at ber heart whenever the widow came aud talked in ber ear.

The widow had many confidences to impart to Susie, and some of them were unpleasant to heart and when, as a final complete nnbosoming of herself, Mrs. Moynahan produced a black bottle and very oordially invited her boarder to take a sup,' Susie was greatly frightened.

Oh! no,' she said, 'I couldn't touch it, Mrs. Moynahan,' and then she shuddered, and a great repugnance passed across her face like a shadow.

Mrs. Moynahan was angry. 'Ye neean't look at me like that,' she said. 'Sure there's worse things than drinkln' a drop o' whisky, and it's mighty few comforts a poor widdy woman has.'

She went off into the corner and sat on the bed, and never spoke agai a for an hour. At the end of that time she said: 'If ye go Mabbiu' to me other boorders about this, it's a serpent ye'li be that I took in unbeknownst, and it was but the ginercsity of me bayrt made me offerTt to ye, anyway.' •Yes, I know ft was Mrs. Moynahan,' said Susie, 'and Indeed I won't tell on you.

Though this was but conaentfb^ to ber own desire, Mrs. Moj-nabau was not appeased. •Mother of us!' she muttered 'ye spake of it as if ye'd caught me steallri'.'

When the end of the week oame, Susie bad not yet finished her task. She was nimh!e of fingers, true, but in ber anxiety to please the Jew, whom she bad begun by thinking so meanly of, she did tbe work with a minute nioety which awake ued the plaudits of tbe other girls. •Such beautiful work!' declared Mary Bell. *But If you do tt so carefully and well, Susie, I'm afraid it won't pav you, even at those prices. Here It Is Saturday night—a whole week gone, and only nine shirts made. You must hurry'

Mis. Moynahan (who had not for one moment been the same good nattired creature sinoe ber whisky bottle had bmo discovered) took occasion on Monday morning to repeat the same advioe. but not in the same spirit. 'Ye most work latter than this,' she said, 'av vs explct to live with dacent people. I don't wish to throuble you, ma'am, but I say to you plainly, I'm wlshln' to see tbe color ef me money that yoa owe me.' 'Please don't be cross,

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ban.' said Susie, looking up, with tears glistening in her eyes. •An' it's not alone tbe two dollars an* a balf for tbe week's boord, ma'am, but, av ye remember It, 1 loaned ye the dollar I had in me atockin' as well.' •Oh! Indeed, I remember It,' Susie said, with quivering lip *and I shall set the shirts done to-morrow, and then I'll pay yoa tbe whole I owe you. And I shall do tha next dosen much mere quickly, now I have got In the way of working again with my needle.' •It's all very nice talkin',' said tbe widow 'an' I enly hope yell be aa food

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as ycr word, fer it's boddered to death I am to set the tabl'-.' And she went behind the door to (•jnfort herself with a sup of whisky, it never seemed to bother Mrs. Moynahan to keep her bot tie supplied. 8usle bent wearily over her work, and ber tears fell silently on tbe cheap red flannel which she was sewing with far too much care, for it was worthless, rot ten stuff, and the shirt when made would be oostly at half a dollar.

Tbe hours dragged on. 'If I bad your curly head, an' your red lips, an'' your gintale ways, it's not workin' I'd be on thini shirts as ye can't earn yer boord money by,' said Mrs. Moynahar.,.wbo was rather more under tbe influence of ber beverage than usual •What else caii I do?' asked Susie wonderingly. •Plinty things. Ye might go in one o' tbim concert saloons, avick! I'm tould tbim girls in thim onsert saloons makes twelve an' fifteen dollars a week.' •What do they do?' Susie's eyes were big with surprise. 'Notbin' whativer,' sUd Mrs. Moyna han 'notbin' in the wide World but jist sit by the tables and listen to the music and wait on the fine gintieinen that comes in

Mrs. Moynahan went on at some length in her eulogies of thi* mode of life, but she was too mu*h intoxicated to conceal with sufficient art the dangers of that life. Susie caught the glimmer of tbe serpent's eyes iu this templing picture, and put it aw*y from her thoughts, and bent over her work with renewed industry.

Tbe shirts wen* «*omp'eted next day, and late in tbe afternoon Susie set out to return tbem to the snop of Sly Isaac.

Her heart was almost light as she tripped along tbe street an^ turned into the Bowery, bearing her heavy bundle. 'I shall receive my pay for the work, and my deposit money,' she thought, as she walked on. 'Thait will be four dollars and a balf. I cxn pay Mrs. Moynahan a week's board and ttbe dollar she lent me, and then 11ball have a dollar left. He will take tbe dollar as a sufficient security for another dozan, surely, for I have done these so thoroughly that be will hed^luhted with them, and will be anxious to keep me at work for him.'

And then she thought Mrs. Moynahan would not bo so cross with her any more. And the Jew—perhaps he would praise her for the work that would oe a drop of sweetness in her cup—to be praised even by those flat lips, through that cruel nose.

SJy Isaac took th bundle from her with

portentous frown. He had on

bis ugliest face for this occasion. He gave her no greeting as she entered, but tore open tbe bundle with bis dirty bands, and held one of tbe shirts up to the light.

A bowl of dismay issued from his mouth, and his lace was wreathed into the most frightful contortions. 'Ma Gott! ma shoul! ma body! vat yon done to des* shirts! Hein? Ma shoul 1 it is ruined

Susie turned pale, and her white lips gaspad an inauiiblo reply. The Jd\v shook the shirt over his head in a fury of rug- he threw it on the floor and stamped on it he clutched his di'ty hands in his gr a*y hair he howled and swore like a madman. 'Oh! what is the matter?' Susie was trembling with terror. •Da mutter! You arsk me vot is de matter! Look Vr«-!' He clutched one of the shirts and shook it in her white face. 'Do yon call dat sewing? Ma shoul! yon h»vn spoiled alldem beautiful shirts! Git outo' my shoj! Git out quick! Go!'

Hesweptthe pile of shirts under bis counter with one hand, while be shook tbe other in her face like tbe claw of some huge bird. 'Oh! please don't!' cried Susie, ready to drop to tbe floor. 'Oh! you vou't go, eh?' he sneered throdeb. his cruel nose, while his little *v»\ snnpped viciously. 'Den I has you arrested 'A rreated 'Yon spoil my shirts, my beautiful shirts! And now I csll a policeman quick, to lock yon up! Aim! You don't like dat! I fought dat vould git you!'

She had turned and fl^d as from the jaws of hell—fled out into the crowded noisy, roaring street, with but one thought—sbo should be arrested again! Oh! no, not that! anything but another night in that horrible cell! And drawing her shawl about ber, she fled awa\ from tbe sound of the grating voice that bad terrified her with this most frightful aptsof menaces!

Slv Isanc tnrned into Ills den. rubbing bis bands with glee, and laughing till the tears cauie into his eyes. In all bis experience with girls, he thought (and hundreds on hundreds bad he frightened off with that ssnie bit of theatrical eflect—it was hi« road to richer) among all the girls be had turned away in that manner, be had never seen one so thoroughly scare as this. He laughed till be nearly choked himself, stamping about his little den, bent nearly double with tbe Intensity ol bis mirth. [TO BS CONTINUED.]

AGE OFNURSER RHYMES. Mother Gooee was not born yesterday. 'Sing a Song of Sixpence,' was sung in tbe sixteenth century. 'The Frog and the Moose,' was licensed in 1580, and Three Blind Mice'belongs to tbe same period. 'Pussy Cat, Poesy Cat, Where Have Yoa Been?' was nursery rhyme in Queen Elizabeth's day •Girls and Boys Cone Oat to Play* was written 1ft tbe reign of Charlee IL, 'The Old Woman Tossed In Blanket" was popular in tbs days ot Jamee II., ana 'Little Jack Horner" is older than the seventeenth century.

A PAdinftts brakeoaan on tbe Centra) Pacific railroad cried out as a train was about entering a tunnel: "This tunnel la one mile long snd tbe train will he four minutes passing through it." Tbe train dashed into daylight again in four seconds, and tbe scene within the car was a study tor a painter. Seven young ladiee were closely pressed by seven pairs of mescaline arms fourteen pairs of lips were glued together, and two docen inverted whisky flasks flashed In the air. ,i

MR. PACK A RD'S ROMANCE.

The Maine School Girl's Essay that In duced a Prosaic Old Widower to Marrg Again.

Daring tbe past several day8 there have flitted around Cleveland, Ohio, section a number of, daintily engraved missives, reading something after this fashion: "Mr. and Mrs. John W. Elden request your presence at tbe marriage of their daughter Eldena, to Andrew J. Paokard, at the residence of ber grandfather, Hon. John Milliken, Saco, Me." And thereto hangs a romanoe:

In 1873, among tbe graduates of tbe Biddeford, Me., High School was a young lady of perhaps nineteen summers—bright, intelligent and pretty. She took part in the graduating exercises of her class, and read an essay entitled, "After Graduation, What?" Tbe article complete was printed in tbe 1 cal journals, and extraots from it found their way iuto newspapers in all parts of the country. Some time in 1873 certain Mr. Packard, a wholesale dealer in iron and steel in an Ohio city, was going

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when be picked op in a car a newspaper containing a brief extract from tbe essay of tbe Biddeford school girl. This little slip, which he cat out and put into bis pocket-book, was as follows: '•A girl's theory.—The following is an abstract of an essay from tbe pen of a young lady graduate of the Biddeford, Me., High School, on the absorbing question of 'What Shall I Do to Live?' •The "lords of creation" have been com pared to sturdy oaks, and we the vines that cling to and twine around them, but this metaphor, if ever pertinent, to use a slanp phrase, has long since "played out." We have all beard of thet63,600 eakless vines in Massachusetts, to say nothing of tbe uncounted thousands in Maine, and there are too many oaks that can scarcely support themselves, to say nothing of their supporting anything else. I much prefer a life of activity and honest exertion, and I believe that tbe world owes me a living if I can earn it, and I expect it on no other condition.'"

In November, 1876, three years after pocketing tbe slip, Mr. Paokard, who is a widower with three children, wrote to parties in Cleveland, inclosiDg the slip, and inquired if such an essay was written there if so, by whom Was she married? Her age, etc. This letter was answered, the Ohio gentleman wrote the young lady, a correspondence ensued which has been kept uutil recently, and now it is only a matter of time, and probably at that, when two more hearts shall beat as one. The other day a nice looking gentleman of about forty years wearing the very latest design of a plug hat, dressed in faultless fashion, and carrying a genuine Mississippi car-pet-bag—arrived from the west. It was Mr. Packard. He sought out tbe object of bis adoration, and is now presumably as happy as a big sun flower. Such is life. ^11 I

IN Thibet it is tbe custom for a woman to have a plurality of husbands. The usual practice is for two, tbree or four brothers in a household to marry one wife/ They all reside in one bouse, and the children are considered to be tbe joint offspring of all. It is inconceivable to us that such a systepa should exist for an hour but in Thibet, far from giving tise to tbe evils which might be expected to flow from it, works easily and well, and tbe pictures which travelers give us of Thibetan households display a degree of domestic happiness and affection which certainly equals that enjoyed in muck more favored lands.

A NEORO minister who married ratljer sooner after the death of bis wife than some of the sisters thought proper and becoming, excused himself as follows: "My dear brederen and sisters, my grief was greater dan I could bear. I turned ebery way for peace and comfort, but none came. I sarcbed de Ssrlptures from Ginisee to Rebelation, and found plenty promises to de widder, but nary one to ae widderer. So I took it dat de good Lord didn't waste sympathy on a man when it was in his power to com fort bisself and babin a fuss-rate chance to marry in de Lord, I did so, and would do so again. Besides, brederen, I consider dat poor Patsey was just asi,ae$d as she would eber be."

A GENTLEMAN in England committed suicide, tbe other day, and left a paper stating that he did so because bis wife was a great deal too good for him. That's why the jury returned a verdict recording their opinion that tbe deceased twas of an unsound state of mind.'

Utica talks of a show of old maids, would draw. 1

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A TERR IB LEAL TERN A TIVE. The New Haven Journal says that a sad practical joke was played upon an agent at a srijal I station on the Short Line road. A number of fellow agents united In telling him that at a certain time all unmarried agents would be discharged and their places filled by married men. At first tbe victim did not believe it. but so many repeated it to him, and with such earnestness, that finally he tiok it for solid trutb. First he wanted bis father nominally to bold the office. This, however, tbe jokers insisted would not do, and Mr. Agent at lest, in sheer desperation, said, ''Well, I suppose I'll have to get married, bnt whom to, .1 don't know. I'll go over to Blankford, and if I can pick up a wife there I will if not, I'll have to lose tbe job." He was getting ready to go when tbe joke was explained to him.

Golden Words

A man's trials cannot be insufferable If he lives to talk about them. We must tell some men a great deal to teach them a little.

When we know how to appreciate a merit we have a germ of it within ourselTes.

It is more wise to prevent a quarrel beforehand than to revenge it afterwards. Among men of the world company only signifies a great consideration for themselves and a perfect indifference about others.

Of all ignorance, that which Is silent is tbe least productive, for praters may suggest an idea if tbey cannot start one.

Too mach attention cannot be bestowed on that important, yet much neglected, branch of learning, the knowledge of man's ignorance.

A celebrated philosopher used to say, "Tbe favors of fortune are like steep rocks only eagles and creeping things mount to the summit."

The demon of dullness which is allowed to reign at home has more to do ith driving young men into vicious company than the attractions of vice itself.

Ill fortunes only, not good fortunes, reveal the strength of great men the fragrance of aloewood is never so strong as when it has fallen into tbe fihe.

Uncertainty and expeatation are props of life. Security is an insipid thing, and tbe overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase. "I have," said Dr. Guthrie, "four good reasons for being an abstainer—my head is dearer, my health is better, my heart is lighter, an~d my purse is heavier."

When thou forgivest, the man ^rho has pierced thy heart stands to tbee in tbe relation of the sea worm that perforates tbe shell of the mu sel, which straightway closes the wound with a pearl.

Measure not thyself ty thy morning shadow, but by tbe extent of thy grave. Admit no guest in thy soul that the faithful watch dog in thy bosom barks at.

Tbe softest water is, caught when it rains hardest. ,-4 Conceited persons are never without a certain degree of harmless satisfaction wherewith to flavor the waters of life.

Never retort sharp or angry words. It is the second word that makes the quarrel.

Accustom yourself to think vigorous ly. Mental capital, like pecuniary, to be worth anything, must be well invested—must be rightly adjusted and ap-

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and to this end careful, deep and thought is necessary if great results are looked for. There is no such thing as standing still in this world. Change is the eternal law of nature.

It is said that at three years old we love our mothers at six, our fathers at ten, our holidays at sixteen, dress at twenty, bur sweetheaits, at tweuty-five, our wives at forty, our children, and at sixty, ourselves. ,,r GOOD ADVICE AND MANNERS.

Much jewelry is vulgar. 1, Do not smack while eating. Do not cut your nails in public.' 1. Do not breathe bard while eating. Unsweetened coffee cures bad breath. Do not give mere friends costly presents.

A man's, dress should not be remarkable. Girls who part their hair on tbe side look fast.

In going up or down stairs precede tbe lady. Short nails make the finger tips grow broad.

A formal call if 'very long.lf

Paiiitersi:!Paper Hangers and.Varnishers are hard at work repainting, repapering and' varnishing both rooms of our Dry Goods and

Carpet establishment." We are also cleaning np all odds and ends of goods, and are offering for a few days some fearftdly cheap jobs in Trimming Silks, Satins, Hamburg Edgings, Slipper Patterns, Towels, Belts, Corsets, Tapes, Irish Poplins, Shawls and Rnchings.

Many of these goods are marked at not over one quarter of their value. Remnants of Dress Goods and Cloths regardless of what they cost

Come in the morning and avoid tbe greater crowd of the afternoon. ,i .FOSTER "BROTHERS

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