DAILY HERALD : 1LATTSMOUTI1, NE&SHAKA, SATURDAY, JAN UAItY li), 1-80.
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J F Mmoon,
V. 1. ht upon heather and
mC'." ; hoary and Kray with age,
w liolt fctaud about Ha worth vicarage,
Ami it Ktreamed through a window in.
Tin-re. by berHHf, in a lonely room
A l.jjicly room liU,U ono held three
Fat a woman ut work witli a busy pen.
Twits the womiin all Knland pralnod Just then;
Hut what for Its prulse cared ihe?
ruiiic cannot dazzle or flattery charm
One whii (fiien lout-ly day by day
On the l.iucly mourn, where the iiovcrcry.
And tho thibliiu wind tut It hurriui by
ll.iH no comforting word to say.
So. raiiioiLs and lonely uud Bad, uha sut,
Atid Kt-adily wrote the morning through;
TIk n. at htn.Ue of twt lve, laid her tusk aaida
And out to the kitchen swiftly hied.
Now w tint waa uhe u dor
Why. Ta!t.y. tho wrwirit, was "past her work."
Aiid her liud fulled an her btrengtn ran low.
An-I the loiU, once euy. had one by one
IVoome loo hard, or were left balf done
l:y the ai-d liunds und tlow
So. every !.ty. wit host Haying a word,
Ilrr fiiiioiM mistress laid down the pen,
Iti'kiu ..til the bread, or sili-utly stole
Tiie i-olatoe away In their woo. leu bowl,
An I Kiivd tht'iii all over again.
She did not Kay, as she might have dene,
''I lie l.-.s to the larger must K've way,
Th" e things ure little, while I tin great;
And ill" world iviil not always stand and wait
k'ur the words I hut I have to say."
No: the clever (liigTS that wrought SO well.
And Hi" f-yi s that could pierce to the heart's
latent,
f-'l.e lent to the humble tusks and small;
Nor cotuit'-d the lime as lost at all,
So Tabby were but content:
Ah. CeniiL-t burns like n blazing star,
A:id l- .tiiie has a honeyed urn to fill;
Rut the good deetl done for lo-, not fame,
LiS,.- tiie v.afer cup hi the MjlsUt's name,
lsti..i.. lhiiig more precious stilL
St. Nicholas,
SOUTH KILN SKETCH.
Ii tho pood old days of slavery,
wlii-n 1 was a boy, iwy father owned a
ncirio named Granville, so named
io::i (Jianvillo county, N. C, where
both l.t; ami my father were born.
This ne;;ro was called "Gran" for
shoit (w had no surnames for negroes
in l!io days). I called him "Uncle
(Iran," and he called mo "Little Mars
ter." 1 wish I could describe old Gran to
you as I ku-v him then, hut I know I
can't do. him justice. Ilis frame was
larpreand ungainly, and he was the
most uuwit ddly looking mass of hu
manity 1 ev-rsaw. But in a puncheon
lloor dance, when the natters and
siiii'Ms started up the old plantation
jicjto rliyiiifs no neyro could wing
jiiiii-r from the floor, nor last longer
in dance than old Gran, and when
Ju- !:;! dancft! down all his partners,
im-.l tin- sinr-rs changed to Juba, Gran
was rdways equal to the occasion,
chaiivd 1 1 is stc and branched out as
if lie had just begun.
In addition to all this, as Uncle Re
in ii? said about "llrer' Kabbit," he
could "blow a lonesome chune on de
qui!!." his strength was equal to his
si.?, and at log rolling in the new
ground Gran was always at the butt
cvl of the log.
Gran's foot alone, if properly and
minutely tl scriU'd, would fill a book.
1 will not attempt to say how largest
was, but his track in the mud looked
as much as if a pig had wallowed
there a-i it did like the print of a hu
man foot. You could not tell by his
track which way he was going, for
there was as much of his foot behind
J. is ankle as before it. He never had
on a pair of socks until the day of his
burial seldom ever wore a pair of
:! s nod when he did. he had the
i.
:t !; of them mashed in and a couple
e'joe rags stuck in them for socks.
I recollect on one occasion lie bad
an order on a store near by for $2 in
t ratio, and when Gran, with his black
skin showing through his ragged shirt,
walked into the store and laid his
order on the counter Mr. Crump said
to hint:
"Gran, what do you want for this
order f"
"lxicon, fah I Dacon, sahl Bacon,
Mfr.r iViinin. to do verv last cent."
"IYom the looks of that shirt of
yours. Gran, voti had better take part
shirt and part bacon," said Crump.
"Pal's all 'zactly so. Mister Crump,"
said Gran, rubbing his hand over the
holes his shoulders were shining
thro-iyh. "Pat's ail 'zactly so. sab j
but I tells ycr what's de fact. Mister
Crur.m. when 1 calls on dose shoul
ders for credit I always gits it, but
whn I axes lose bowels for credit dey
always calls for do cash. I'll take all
Lacou. sa'i."
j: :t Gran's great forte was 'possum
lw::'t::ic,r. and Co was a noted hunter.
lla l . iC a dog named Ming, that was
never known to open on any trail but
that f a Voiiiim. lbbits, coon, deer
or : : v ther "varmint" that prowled
t'.e .."! could play along in frontof
Ki: ,r v i.tn ho w:l- on a hunt, but he
did i: l -vc:i give them a passing sa
Jate. NeM to himself - Gran joyed
i:ii!-.r. as.d l:e v.oiild fften look fondly
at ; . :'iid : l' no;
i.;;i!c i::r :ricr. yer soo tlat dog
Kinu.' 1 t. u li-.d c'r.t t!og up from a
i!p )V. and 1 done trained him so no
Lialof vaimint tirck have any 'feet
on VAv r "c-ej.t 'tis 'ossu:n. Jsothin'
r.e ( i !.ot!-!ei King when he's huntin'
e; tin" lis liants.' and when KnT
n:.'l mo m out in the swamps a huutin',
a:-.c5 ! "gins to ft el do hot jiuil'spf a'r
.;..v.i;ri:i my face, and Kino; he 'gins
i,, v. iiii.e i-oun'aml 'icar like he feared
to .-o out smd hunt. 1 knows right deq
k f ! auti' :s v.-;: I king 'Lout, and dere'i
no -i.-o inn;iin . r i jest niuuiw.i
juv a and puts back to de quarters."
VLis was yll Kiblo talk to me then,
for 1 Leheved every word of it, and I
hav-n t exactly gotten over it, even to
this tlav. Many a SaUirday DizbU
when the first frosts of winter had
iijHne I the persimmon crop and the
woods were full of fat 'iossums, has
old Gran come up to the "grit house,
or "white folks' house," as the planta
tion negroes cal.ed our residence, and
beckoned me out.
"Uitle master," he would say, loot-
ing
"d
up at tiio clear, starry ueaycus,
wiiid sets jes right to-night anti
,t.-. .r.wti nin't mvine to rise till
jes 'foi-c c!uy. Uest night in de world
- u uioon and when de stars
is all a-thinin' like dey is to-night.
Now you jest fetch me some vitUes
from old miss' table, and you come
'long'r old Gran. Don't go to
s
kitchen for dat vittles, for dat nigger
'oman what's doin' dat cooking, aldo
she's been bo'n and raised on dis plan
tation, and many's de bucket o' water
sue s toted on her head to do cotton
choppers when old Gran was carryin
no leau row mong uo nanus, she s
done got so quality 'case she's cookin'
for de white folks she don't notice a
plantation nigger, and 6he gwine to
give you scraps shore's you born if
you go dar. I knows her case I done
tried ner."
Gran always got his supper, so did
Ring, and we were soon off on the
hunt. Gran was always the autocrat
of the occasion and the master of cere
monies, selected his own crowd and
always picked four good axmcn to as
sist in cutting down the tree. Each
negro carried his only weapon, his ax.
Ono carried a lighted torch and ma
terial for more, and as we went down
through the turn rows in tho field to
get to the swamps on the back of the
plantation. Ring followed behind us.
as unconcerned as if he intended to
take no part in the hunt. But when
he climbed the back fence on the back
sitle of the plantation and Gran gave
his familiar war whoop:
Whar you, lungf llark to em.
puppy I"
Ring was gone in a moment and the
hunt beran. and whether Uran in
stinctively followed Ring, or Ring in
could never tell, nor could he; but
thev always kept in hearing distance
of each other. No particular course
was taken, uo point aimed for. 1 was
lost as soon as I trot in the woods, and
remained so until we got back to the
clearinc. But old Gran would hunt
and ramble for hours and hours, and
when tho hunt was over and we
started back he would strike a beo line
for the "quarters." and was never
known to miss his course. Every few
Vnunutes during tho hunt, and until
Ring started on a hot trail, he gave an
occasional yelp, to which old Gran
would respond: "Speak to me, Ring!
Antl in a voice you could hear tor a
mile and which rang out in the night
as clear as a bugle note and echoed far
and near through the tall trees and
rrloomv brakes of the dark woods.
The glare of our lorchlightdisturbed
niaiiv a little bird which had nested
for tne night in some scrubby bush.
and as it Uitted away to find another
hiding place it would give its chirrup
of warning' to its companions hard by.
The solemn old owl from her perch in
the tall tree top hooted at her neigh
bor across the lake:
I cooks for my folks.
Who cooks for you all?
Then would bo heard the quack of a
startled duck aroused from' its nujet
repose on tne suent waters oi some
bush hidden bayou, and occasionally
a frightened deer would dash through
the tanerled thickets, nor stop to see
who were tho midnight prowlers upon
his hidden lair. ' bo tne hunt con
tinued Gran in the lead, barefooted
and mashingdown the vines and brush
like a great hear, the rest of us follow
ing as best we could, until Ring struck
a hot trail, and then his yelp changed
to fierce barks.
All then was excitement end we
crowded to follow Ring's voice, but
long before we could overtake him
his prolonged howls tar ahead of us
told us the 'possum was treed. Ring's
veracity was never questioned, for we
knew nothing could deceive him but
"hants." and ho would not run
"hants." Our torch man flashed his
lieht un the body of the tree, to see
the wav it would fall, that it should
not fall across "do kerf in," and soon
the measured strokes of the four ax
men rang out in the still night. Ring
squatted close by, just out of the reach
oi me axes, anu aii occasional wmuu
told of his impatience, and so the
work progressed until the loud crack
cave tne sicmaJ that the tree was giv
ing away. The two choppers on the
lower side then ceased their work and
flio two on the upper continued. Gran
and Ring took their stand side by side,
both gazing upward at tiie Jong, naked
branches until their gradual sway told
that its last struggle was over. Iso ex
citement so intense and as far beyond
description was P7er experienced by
nic as that produced by the loud crash
and dull thud echoing through the
woods when that monarch of the forest
met its mother earth. Gran andRing
had both disappeared, both making for
tho (.ree top and both rushing -to ue
sti uction. as ii appeared to me, right
under the falling branches, aud why
both of them were not crushed to death
I could never telL But they always
came out unharmed and seldom with
out the 'possum. A large brush fire
had been kindled in the meantime by
the torch man, and we all dropped
dovp around it on the dry leaves to
reri.
Then began a genuine negro pow
wcw, the like of which has forever
parsed to the things that were. Free
ai;d unbridled before me, a boy, who
h.ul been raised among them, and
who, as they well knew, would take
bides wjth them on all occasions, in
every trouble, Ovprseers, track dogs,
"putter rollers," poor white folks,
always came in for their full share of
aLuse. Ghost stories of the most mar
velous and startling nature were told
al out sights seen an4 pojses hcaid
around the old gin house; how on
d.:rk, stormy nights, just at 12 o'clock,
iYr King's ghost, P overseer who
Ji::d been accidentally killed on hs
plantation long years before, would
i i.'.c up to the frin house scaffold and
till out the weight pf the cotton
baskets; Ald how the old cotton
st ales, which sat on the edge pf the
EC aiTolds would balance up and dowp
every time Bob King would call out a
Ixisket; how ihe out door compass
press would then begin to go round,
with its screeching noise, and then
o!l Uncle fStephen, a pegrp who died
about tho same time Bob Kiug did,
would pop up oi) the scafTold. "pint
his finger at Bob King, and then all
disappear.
llow old Undo Amos after ho died
kijpt coming back to pld Aunt Milly's
c.'.biii, and l-ow pld Auut Milly. when
sbo took sick, kept talking to old Uuclo
Amos' ghost every night when the
chickens crowed lor 12 o'clock, and
how when old Aunt Milly got bad off,
and "'peared like she gwine to die, old
marster tuck little Milly outen de field
and sont her down to old Aunt Milly's
house to wait on her, and how ono
night ies' as the chickens crowed for
midnight, dedoor flew wido open, and
old Aunt Milly. she raised up in her
bed and say: 4Dat you, Amos' Como
in. You looks mighty cold, Amos
Is you hongry, Amos? You jes' look
in dat box under little Milly's Ded and
git your clo'es what I done put dar for
you, and den look in dat cupboard
ober Milly s bed. and you find some
wittles what I done put away for you.
'Bout dat time little Milly gin a yel
and lit out dat window and run cl'ar
up to white folks' house foro she
stopped, hollerin' ebery jump ob do
way and wake up do whole planta
Uon."
Then tho stories would take a turn
and animals would be gifted with hu
man voice. Br'er Fox and Br'er Iiab-
bit would meet in friendly intercourse
"and set on de cross fence 'twixt de
plantations and talk 'bout de craps and
de news o de neighborhood, and how
dey sot dar and listen at old Mrs. Rab
bit sing to her chil en :
"De whippoorwill sing when da dayligbt gooe.
Da blackbird come to de drappin' ob de corn,
De bull bat Ball when de sun git low.
And de wild goose Oy when de norf wind blow,
De 'possum eat supper in de dark o' de moon.
And de raccoon dance by de bullfrog's chune,
De squ'cl clam high in de big oak tree.
But old Mister Rabbit, he's de man for me."
And then : "Br'er 'Possum and Br'er
Coon would meet and talk about
family matters and dey chil'eus, and
'scuss do reason why ole Mrs. 'Possum
an' Miss Coon couldn't never 'greo
togedder." And then: "Young Miss
Blackbird would start a confab wid olo
Mister Crow, and ax Mister Crow :
' "What makes de white folks hate us so?"
To which old Mister Crow would re
ply:
"Ebcr since old Adam's bin bo'n,
We bin scratch In' and pullin up de corn.
And so on, until it would take me all
night if I told you all the old stories
and negro melodies I heard in those
bygone days.
I recollect one night, after we had
finished a famous hunt, had stretched
ourselves about the fire, and all these
old stories and melodies had been re
told and resung, without seeming to
have lost one particle of interest to
any of us, and certainly not to me, a
negro boy called "Loss." who hap
pened to be with us, related the par
ticulars of a story which became much
famed. Loss, by the way, was one of
tho best mimics 1 ever saw, and the
grandest rascal. He raised up on his
elbow and asked old Gran, who was
lying on the other side of the fire, "if
he 'membered 'bout dat 'possum he
kotched dat time when de hands was
a-clearin' up do fork field?"
"Course I does," said old Gran
sum, when he was sperriteif outen dat
skillet, and 1 ain t neber got satisfied
in my min' how he done it?"
"I'll tell you folkses how dat waa,
said Loss, "and I been a kcepin' dat
secret tor de longest, case l was a
feared o Unc. liran. xou see, one
Sat'day, when de hands was a rollin'
logs and cl'arin' up dat field. I was de
water toter, and jes' as I was comin'
up wid a bucket o' water Unc. Gran
he done kotched a pretty good size
young 'possuin outen a holler tree
what he cut down, and 1 heard Unc,
Gran say as how he 'lowed to take dat
'possum home and make Aunt Sylvia
cook it. So I crep' up to Unc. Gran's
cabin when de hands come from work,
and I watch . Unc Gran from a hole
what done Durn in do chimney jam.
I heerd Auut Sylvia say as uow
she wan't gwino to clean no 'possum
Sat'day night, she wan't, but was
gwine ober to bis. iiaunah s house to
'tend pra'r meetin' she was, and away
she went outen de cabin, singin' 'bout
longin for de soun of Mars Jesus
voico callin' her home to glory."
".Neber min bout dat song," said
old Gran, rising up, "you go on 'bout
dat possum.
"Well, you see, folks, do ole man
had to clean dat 'possum hisself or do
'dout his 6upper, case Aunt Sylvia she
done gone to de pra'r meetin'. So
Unc. Gran he sot down and he clean
dat 'possum, he did, jes as good as any
'oman. And he put him in de skillet.
and he put a whole heap ob live coals
under dat skillet and on top ob it, and
when ho done fix dat 'ppssum for cook
in ho say to himself, he did: 'Now.
Mief 'TVwiCiiivi T HniiA fi v vn'i anil T'll
jest drap back on dis stool in do chim
ncy corner and take a nap while you s
a cookin'. Pe ole man been a rollin'
logs al) day, and he mighty tired, and
he hadn't more'n hit dat stool 'fore he
fast asleep.
"1 went roun mong de quarters till
'bout de time I thought dat 'possum
was done, and den went back to Unc
Gran's house to ax him gim me little
tasto, but when I got dar de ole man
still fas' 'sleep. Tstep'jn ue door and
I say, 'Unc. Granl kinder low like.
De olo man ho didn't sav pujljn. pea
i say 'Unc. Uranr a little louder, tout
do ole man sno' away and nod backard
and forrads and look like he gwine to
tumble offen dat stool ebery minute.
Den I crop' in, and 1 tuck de fire stick
and poke it frou do eye pb dat. skfllei
lid and tuck it otx. U-in-umphI folkses,
'fore God, it seem to me I can smell
de fumes o' dat 'possum right now.
It smell so good, f clar to gracious. I
feard ii wake Unc. Gran up. But do
ole man ho too fur gone; so I' sot
down on de ha'th and I eat dat ""pos
sum 'senchly'up. Den I put all de
bones hi de skillet and put do lid pn
'zactly like I foun it, and lef Unc.
Gran do graby. Den I tuck some p'
de 'possum fat and rub It all pber Unc.
Gran's fingers and roun his mo'uf.
and dodge pu ten do cabin jes jn tjpia
to miss ole Aunt Sylvia pomur from
do pra'r meetin' singin' dat saino song
'bout Mars Jesus callirj',
'Time Aunt Sylvia struck dat door
she say: 'Ypu, Granville, what vou
doin' sittin pn dat stool dis time o
night? You gwine to fall in de fire
some o dese tunes and burn up; and.
den what gwjnp to pome t? your be
nighted soul, and hit not washed in de
blood p' do Lamb? yd? bce?i iellin'
vou all dis, Granville, for de longest,
anu i ueen a long ume waggin wid
do osses and rastlin' wid Satan on
your 'count, and been prayin' mighty
hard to de Lord to knock at de door o'
your heart for 'mission, but de Lord
dono tolo mo to-night you 'fused him
so long dat ho gwino to turn you
olor to de hardness o' your heart and
stiffness o' your neck and woe unto
you, Granville!'
" 'Bout dat time de ole 'oman kotch
de fumes o' dat 'possum, and sho
whirled roun', she did, and she say:
" 'Granville, what you douo wid dat
'possum you fotch homo to-night?
'l'ear like I smell cook 'jKxssuni 'bout
dis cabin.'
"Une. Gran ho pay no 'tention to
what Aunt Sylvia say, and he raise his
self olf'ed dat stool, and ho stretches
his self, ho did, and he aid:
" 'I 'spek 'bout time dat 'possum was
done.'
"So ho poked de fire stick frou do
eye o' dat skillet lid, and he lif it off
easy like, to keep do ashes from drajv
pin in on de 'possum, and when he
iH'ep in dat skillet, I 'clar' to gracious
lie looked like he see'd a 'bant.' He
looked and ho looked, and den he rub
his eyes and he look again, and he say
to hisself: 'I wonder what 'come o'
dat 'possum,' and he look roun' to old
Aunt Sylvia, and den he look back in
de skillet and ho say:
" '1 wonder if I did git up in my
sleep and eat dat 'possum. 'Fore God
I don't 'member uothin' 'bout it if I
did.'
" 'IJout dat time de olo man he smell
his fingers and siii:!!' r,;i uooc, uud
lick his tongue out roun' hismouf like
oxen, whar I dono put 'possum fat,
and he say:
" 'I shorelv did eat dat 'possum.
Well, if I did git up in my sleep and
eat dat 'possum, I jis' got dis to say, it
sets lighter on my stomach and done
me les3 good dan any 'possum I eber
eat since i been bo n. Sidney Smith
in Detroit Free Press.
Our Eccentricities.
America is the home of all forms of
eccentricity and daring. Has not ih
vast u ess of tho continent tho Ameri
cans inhabit something to do with this?
1 think so. there is that boundlessness
about the notions of an American
which must be born of the vastness,
tho limitless possibilities of such a
great territory. To the American, his
own daring and eccentricity are the
most natural things in the world, and
this is what makes a great part of Vus
charm. He talks of or duos, things
that fah'ly take your breath away
just as coolly as if they were mat
lei's of every day occurrence.
Parisians remember to this day
the American millionaire I was
going to say billionaire who, on tho
occasion of his daughter's wedding,
wrote to the town council of Paris
to ask for the loan of the Are de
Triomphe, whjch ha was anxious to
decorate in honor of the wedding and
have the special useof during the day.
He was politely informed that the
arch was not tolet- ''Then I will buy
it," ie replied; 'tnanie your price.
An American would ask the queen of
England to let him have Windsor
easllo for the shooting season, and if
she refused a good price for it, he
would probably nave a very poor idea
of her. Tho looking upon everything
and everybody as being to be had at a
Srice, is one of the chief forms of this
aring of the American. It would be
an ugly trait ;n his character if often
it were not so preposterous as to be
amusing) and if it were not backed by
a perfect bonhomie. Max O'Rell.
Tropical Fruit.
The impression is no doubt general
that the tropics are especially favor
able to fruit culture. Travelers de
scribe in glowing colors the appear
ance of orange trees bearing at one
and the same time blossoms, gi-een
fruit and ripe. Such a condition of
things is convenient and desirable in
cases where the fruit is raised for home
consumption, but it is a serious draw
back to exportation. A fixed season
for harvesting is necessary if the aim
of the culturist be supplying a foreign
market.
In the case of fruit which has to be
gathered in clusters, Uko the grape,
this habit of ripening indifferently at
any time of year is a most inconven
ient one.
It is said by observers that in Brazil
and in tropical Africa grapes look
well, but the bunches never ripen
thoroughly. In fact, the gamo cluster
will contain berries of every pge, from
the smallest green to the oldest purple.
For the making of wino this makes
necessary a sorting of the berries,
which involves a great deal of labor
and trouble, as well as a waste of fruit.
Again, in many "parts of tropical
America, the hot season is also the
rainv season. TIi vvit. sinfl hnnt t-k.
gether lead to rapid decay as the fruit
approaches ! maturity.
'4Q protect tselt Iron tlm danger,
tho skin of the grapo is taid to become
thick antl. leathery, und it acquires an
unplfpsnnt taste. We all aware how
thick is tho peel of the orange and
lemon, and how abundant is the oil it
contains to protect from deeav tho.
pulp within. Youth's i Com.puuioh.
Not
Bud Fate.
Is there anv countrv in TnronA i?i
which morals are better regulated thun
in America, work better iaid or edn-
vf4jon wider spread? Is liiero a, coun
try in Eurouo where vou can find
such natural riches and such eneiirv
to employ them? So many people
With a conscious: iess of thyir own in
tellectual mid moral fniw' SV rr5jinv
free schools, where tho child of thg
miiUoniro and the child of tho poor
are seen studying sulo by side? So
many free jibryries, where iho boy in
raffs mav enter and read the historv
pf his country and ho fired with tho
exploits, t-f its heroes? Car. you name
a country with so rruy learned so
cieties, so many uewspapera, so many
charitable institutions, or so much
comfort?
iho greatest French prose writer of
the day, .L Ernest Kenan, ono day
wishing to turn himself into a prophet
of ill omen, predicted thai if France
continued republican she would be
come a second America. Mav nothing
woi-se befall her. Max 0'KeiL
A Wild lo 1b
The motto, ''What is Homo without a Mother," exists in many
happy homes in this city, hut the i lleet of what is home without the
Local Newspaper is sadly realized in many of these "happy homes" in
Plattsmouth.
TIE HETBAIiD
Is steadily finding its way into then? homes, ami it always
comes tost;iy. It i:saos the f.i::i!!y elrelo more cheerful and keeps its
leaders "up to the times" in all matters of importance, at homo and
abroad.
During the Year 1889
Every available means will be used to nuike the columns o
The IIekald a perfect storehouse from which yon can obtain all in
formation, and will keep up its record as being the best Advertising
Medium for all purposes.
AT 15 CENTS PER WEEK
This paper is within the reach of all, and will be delivered to any ad
dress in the city or sent by mail.
Th
Week
Is the Best County Newspaper in old Cass, and this has been
well proven to us by the many new names added to onr list during
18SS. Special merits for the Wki.ki.y, are all the county news, six
columns ot good Republican Editorial, News Accounts of all import
ant political or business events, one-half page each week containing
a choice piece ot Vocal or Instrumental Music, choice selections of
Miscellaneous Reading Matter.
returns.
Our Job
Is equal to any, anl does work to the satisfaction of patrons
from all over the county, and receives orders by mail from a distance,
which are promptly filled. We have facilities tor doing all kinds of
work, from the plain calling card to colored work, books and blanks.
Work neatly and promptly executed. Large stock kept on hand.
Leral blanks for sale.
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Advertising in it brings profitable
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