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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 10, 1900)
8 THE COURIER. - IIIMMIMIMMIIMMMMIMIIMIMIMIMIIMIIMIIftlllMllllMimMIMMMIMMIMMMMIIHHMMIMMIH f SIMMMMm iMMOOMM WE are HEAVILY OVERSTOCKED And We Have a Reason for It. TKe extremely warm September and October weather is the cause of our stock being" in this condition. 1 Never "before did you have such an array of Seasonable Merchandise to select from in the month of November with a quoting1 o( January prices. We are determined to make this a Veritable Clearing Sale of surplus goods. In every sense of the word. Don't wait till January for Bargains obtainable then during1 the Clearing" Sale of left over holiday g"oods. You now have the selection of every yard and every piece of winter and holiday novelties at actual January prices. We have issued a large four-page Circular containg as many oi the Great Bargains as we could possibly put on it. They are there in Black and White for your inspection and we ask you to come in and critically examine the many good things offered. This sale commences Saturday, November lO, And ends November 22 ten actual days of unparalleled Bargain Selling. See the New Box Coat for $8.98. See the Ladies' Venetian Cloth Jacket for $9.98. See the Suits for $13. 50 See the Flannelette Wrappers for 63c. See the Walking Skirts for $3.50 i I See the Great Dress Goods Bar gains. !See the Ice Wool Shawl Values. See the Special Handkerchief Values. MMMMIMMIUCMMIIIMrMIMMIMIIIMMIMMIOMMIMMMOMMMIIMt See the Special Table Linen Prices. See the Values in Children's Under- I wear. See the Center-Draft Lamp for $2.45. See the Haviland China Dinner Sets 1 HMIHMII0 0IMMHMMIMMM0MO0MIMIM0l0 00Mi "SINCE MAV WENT into pouncs." KLTA MATHESOX. "Be it really bo Mrs. Buzzy, that you air goin' into politics this fall?" Mrs. Buzzy carefully pinched away the super fluous cruet from the pie she was con structing, and picked an elaborate pat tern on top before replying to her visitor. "I donno as I am goin' into politics exactly, but I've took a notion lately that women had ought to understand more about the situation than they do. Things 'pears to be in an awful mess, everybody afightin' and nobody seemin to know what's best for the country. Politics wasn't the corrupt machine it is now in the old days, and I bet it was just becuz George Washington was uat to talk things.over with Marthy and git a heap of light f'm the process." "I b'l'eve you're right and no mistake, Mrs. Buzzy. But the men is so terrible aggravatin' when a body tries' to ast them questions, and onderstand what's whatythat I-jest give it up with Sam. But you're different you kin kinder grasp so much of the meanin' of it." Mrs. Buzzy was convincing just to look at. The knot of gray hair twisted hard at the back of her bead had an uncompromising look. 2fo little stray locks curled about the nape of her neck or brow, betokening pliability. She was a recognized- authority on Buzzy Terrace as to the best mode of -pickling and preservingrand her eodi bread was at once the admiration and the despair of the neighborhood. "I ain't goin' to holler it from the cor ner grocery," Mrs. Buzzy continued, shoving her pies carefully into the oven. 'Ten kinder goin1 to keep it to myself far. awhile, but after J look into the situ attoo 'and enform myself, I'm goin to make it my business to see that Thad-deus- takes a little more interest and votes for the best men, whoever they be." "Be you fer Bryan or McKinley?" timidly ventured Mrs. Buzzy's guest, awed by the light of great resolve in the eyes of her hostess. "I ain't fer nobody at present, that's what I am goin' to find out. I ain't supposed to know who I'm fer here be Lem a-comin' home from school every day and a-settin' up to say how things is a-runnin' and how they ought ter be run. La! if the folks at Washington had any idee how smooth Lem could run things fer 'em, they'd be plum oneasy till they got him down there to kinder superintend.' Mrs. Buzzy gave a short laugh as she opened the oven door to look at her pies." :It's getting downright embarraBsin' to occupy the possition of a parent to the risin' generation; they're thatopin iated and cocksure they know it all, a-body dassent to open their mouth." "That's so," assented Mrs. Welch, with a sigh. '.'I jest set like a clam when Jinny and Michael is home from school; they're that peart a-telhn me I don't understand the situation." "Never mind," replied Mrs. Buzzy, sympathetically, "we kin figger out a few things for ourselves, mebbe, ef we try. Of course, the men won't help us none, and I ain't bo sure they could ef they would. Taint part of their calcu lations we should find out what thsy don't know, but Tbaddeus ain't never yet went agin my firm convictions, and it ain't likely he'll begin now, ef I make up my mind what he'd ought ter do." Mrs. Welch looked at Mrs. Bu?zy with undisguised admiration. "You're jk sharp goe' and no mistake; 'twouldo't HUTCHINS Ss HYATT, SELECT OAK AND HICKORY WOOD SAWED ANY LENGTH. take you long to handle things with on derstanding; but there ain't much hope fer me. Sam allers gits mad ef I ast him anything, and says I ain't no call to be meddlin' with such things." "Law, how late it is!" exclaimed Mrs. Welch, rising, as the great clock on the hill beat twelve warning strokes against the heart of day. "And I've got to go down after some groceries! On, did you hear?" she asked with an accent of interest, '"that Mrs. Biggar on the cor ner below put up a fine, large picture of Mr. Bryan in the front winder, and her man got that mad about it that he did not speak to her fer three days?" "Umph!" Baid Mrs. Buzzy, as she lifted her beautifully browned pies to the table. "I'm thiukin' she cud say her beads with as easy a mind if Mr. Biggar was holdin' no conversation with her at all. I heard him givin' her such a tongue lashin' on the back porch not long since that I concluded he thought she was a political convention he'd been hired to address. Well, good-bye, Mre, Welch. Drop in when you can. You're always welcome." The sun, day after day, lay in belated splendor over a land where the flush of summer seemed to linger. Mrs. Buzzy's yard, which at this season usually pre sented a carefully swept -and garnished appearance, now ran riotously to seed after its own sweet will. A few consumptive-looking flowers huddled to gether, as if in the vain hope of gather ing renewed strength and vigor from the tonic of the sunlight. Only a group of gray dahlias in the corner held their own, and, like a lot of saucy country lassies, flaunted their robust h.alth and beauty in the very faces of the languid dames of fashion. From the many homes along Buzzy Terrace floated out the odors incident to the season. Spice and vinegar tinged the mellow atmosphere. On numberless back porches glasses and jars of ruby and amber confections hardened into jellies and Jams, destined to tickle the jaded palate of winter. But in the Buzzy pantry rows of jars stood empty of their accustomed sweet burden. Al though the neighbors admired Mrs. Buzzy in a way, sb a creature of rather superior mental equipment to them selves, they were not above criticising her over their diehpans for neglecting her family while she pursued the thank less task of chasing will-o'-tlie-wiepe. Not that they expressed it so, but being interpreted, it is what they meant. Meanwhile cold comfort reizned in the Buzzy home, which so short a time Bince had been the envy of all the other homes on the Terrace. Mr. Buzzy, who, as has been intimated, was a man of few words, pursued the apparent even tenor of his ways, a little smile which crept occasionally around his mouth indicating that the situation aroused a sense of.bumor in him. Lem sod Sue did not accept the pituat'mn so -4 y
