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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (July 27, 1901)
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The last davs of our Midsummer ' fe!IVfnl!l0 Clearing- Sale draws to a close with
fo bargains as never offered by this House ppp at any previous time for Eight Days
Ug these prices will hold good, unless such lines are entirely closed out earlier. Every yard, every vestige of summer
fja merchandise must be closed out during this Great Eight Days' Sale. Prices have been made on these goods that
Jjgj will move them quickly and we can only advise our customers to be early on the scene. First come, first served.
Commence Friday floraing, July 26th Ends
(g Saturday Evening, August 3d.
WATCH FOR CIRCULARS GIVING FULL PARTICULARS.
FINAL CLEARING SALE OF WASH GOODS.
The Final Wind-Up, 5c a Yard.
Your choice of every yard of new Wash Drees Goods in our store (except
white and black Batistes), including all Imported Dimities, Egyptian Tis
sues, Batistes, Linen Colored Lawns, Skirt Linens, etc., all colore, all
combinations; values to 25c yard. Clearing Sale 5c
The New White and Black Batistes, the fastest selling, most popular
material of the season, Clearing Sale 1 2c
FINAL CLEARINGSALE of FANCY PARASOLS.
You may take your choice of any Fancy Parasol in the house now for..75c
Choice of any Children's Parasol for 25c
FINAL CLEARING OF DINNERWEAR.
Buy Your Dinnerwear Now.
During the next eight days we will allow all purchasers a discount of 20
per cent or one-fifth off regular prices on the following dinnerwear:
Haviland China, Carlsbad China, all English and American Porcelains,
including plain white. This means any open stock pattern in the depart
ment. You can buy one piece or 100 pieces, same can always be matched
at any time in the future. One cup and saucer sold as cheerfully as a dozen.
FINAL CLEARING SALE OF LACES, Etc.
Odd line of Oriental, Chantilly, Plat Val., Point de Paris, worth to 45c per
yard; Clearing Sale ....... lOc
Broken line of Swiss, Nainsook and Cambric Embroideried, worth tc 25c
per yard, Clearing Sal e I Oc
25c Fine Swiss Embroidered and Hemstitched Irish Linen Handkerchiefs,
hand embroidered initials, Clearing Sale, each 1 254c
Odd lot of Lace Edge, Embroidered Swiss and Hemstitched Cambric
Handkerchiefs, wo.-th to 12c each, Clearing Sale 5c
FINAL CLEARING SALE IN SUIT DEPT.
Clearing Sale of White Waists.
A few Extra Fine White Waists, worth 82.00, Clearing Sale $1 .OO
White Waists, worth $2.25, $2 50, $2.75 and 12 98, Clearing Sale. . . $2.00
Choice of any of our Fancy White Waists, worth 16.50, elegant gar
ments, Clearing Sale $4.00
Clearing Sale of Colored Waists.
All of our Ladies' 50c Colored Shirt Waists, Clearing Sale 25c
All of our Ladies' 81 .00 Colored Shirt Waists. Clearing Sale 50c
Aii of our Ladies' $1.25 and $1.50 Colored Shirt Waists, Clearing Sale, 75c
All of our Ladies' $2.00, $250 and $3.00 Colored Shirt Waists, Clear
ing Sale Sl.OO
Clearing Sale of Black Waists.
We are closing out a Hoe of Black India Linon Shirt Waists for . . . . $1.00
Any Fine Black India Linon Waist in the House for $1.50
FINAL CLEARING SALE OF LINENS.
Nothing reserved a Clearing of all Linens regardless of cost.
Clearing Sale of Bedspreads.
Lot of sample Bedspreads, slightly Boiled, worth to $1,50, Clearing
Lot of sample Bedspreads, worth to $1.00, Clearing Sale 50c
A few sample fringed Bedspreads, worth to $1.50', Clearing Sale 75c
Clearing Sale of Bath Towels.
Fringed and Checked Towels, worth 5c, Clearing .Sale, each 2c
Full bleached Turkish Towels, double thread, 12c value. Clearing
Sale 4 for 25c
35c extra large bleached TnrkiBh Towels, double" thread, Clearing
Sale, each f." 17c
20c large heavy Turkish Towel, unbleached, doable thread, Clear
ing Sale, each 1 4c
ONE OF THE NORTH MEN.
For The Courier.
When little Scotch fell from the back
of Cromwell II. in the Kingston, Onta
rio, races seventy years ago this smoth
ering July, he all but made an end of
himself and of this story. Sometimes I
could wish that this tough little scion
of a Covenanter race had gasped his boy
life out there through the thin lips that
even then gripped cruelly when the
lash kissed through the last quarter
stretch. They carried him home to his
straw bed, after they had rubbed Crom
well II. down, and through feverish
days one sentence Tang into the little
"Oh God, restore James to health,
that he may escape the eternal wrath."
All the agony of being the daughter
of covenanters and the mother of a horse
jockey was wrufcg forth into that prayer.
And when at last Janet Matthiason saw
the Canadian pines silver in the first
hoar frost, she looked from the face of
her sleeping eon, and was satisfied
James would not die. James would
live and preach the gospel. Then", worn
out with watching and fasting and care,
Janet Matthiason crossed her hands
upon her breast.
James Matthiason heard from his
straw pallet the voices of the mourners
who came, the heavy accents of the
heavy funeral prayer, and ever again
the words of those dead lips which he
could not see over the edge of the long
box which was laid on the one table.
She had been a mother whom no little
runaway jockey could know. Now she
became a far voice, like that which fell
upon Saul of Tarsus.
This vision, with his mother's Bible,
and a Life of Napoleon that had been
his father's, were the equipment of the
circuit rider who brought his strong
handed, strong hearted wife into the
pioneer states along the Mississippi,
sixty years ago.
HiB courtship had been Napoleonic.
When Eliza Ann Gardiner, his cousin
by several removes, stayed behind, after
the funeral, to put his room to rights, it
was at her mother's bidding. She would
much have preferred to be at home
"dipping" long rows of creamy candles.
When she deft'y and silently washed all
the dishes on. Janet Matthiason's yellow
pine table, and drew amber colored po
tatoes, and later a crackling hubbard
squash from under the glowing coals
she had heaped over them, these things
were also by order of Rebecca Gardiner.
To James, lying on the cot whence
his mother's face had looked away for
ever, this other appeared as if summoned
by his need. It was by order of a des
tiny which he never questioned. He
was never even aware that after his ulti
matum had been announced to Eliza
Ann, the week that he left his Canadian
hills, that same maternal court decided
his case. To him, it was but the utter
ance of destiny when he sat in his arm
chair and said to Eliza Ann:
"Tomorrow I am going to the States,
Will you go with me to spread the gos
pel?" And Eliza, whose horizon had seldom
stretched beyond the length of her
thread from the spindle, awed at the
thought of a life pilgrimage like that of
Friscilla and Aquila of Corinth, looked
at the Ballow youth whose Bible lay over
knees that were never to thump Crom
well II. again. If she should refuse
James, and if James should go back to
James had no notion of going back to
sin. He turned a leaf in Chronicles,
and said to Eliza, "I must be about my
Father's business. Send your brother
or your father tonight to tell me the
answer. It's now or never."
All the way home Eliza Ann saw the
chestB of white linen laid by for a day
not such a day as tomorrow. The spruce
trees hung clear drops of white within
her touch, but she did not look at them.
The face of a great Duty looked upon
her and put all her evenings of tatting
by the fire light and all her mornings of
spinning aud dyeing and carding and
milking and churning the milk, sudden
ly into a world of small things. Besides,
there was but an hour for deciding.
After all, there is no lure like that of
making a great sacrifice. Something
that is worth staking our all upon, is
-what we wait, and the greater the stake,
the more we have made of the life. It
is for spending, and when Eliza Ann
weighed the pounds of wool and tallow
candles against the souls of settlers and
savages by the far off river, she decided
very simply in her own mind. Her
mother looked at the five sisters of Eliza
and decided very simply, too. Not even
the father demurred at being the bearer
of a message to the young apostle. The
mouthpiece of the Almighty was not to
be lightly answered.
He, turning his face to the river of
Father Marquette, was not unconscious
of having executed a strategic stroke in
the capture of Eliza Ann. Yet both
were bo seriously engaged with the grav
ity of their mission that years passed
in the plains of the Illinois before either
of them had a thought of repeating the
salute of the wedding day.
Look at hie picture, there, where it
used to be the terror of my childhood.
Can you fancy a kiss from those long,
thin lips shut over five thousand ser
mons? For he could scarcely have de
livered his two thousand when he sat
for the one photograph of his history.
Steel blue eyes that probed the sinner
to his marrow bones; tight curls of scat
tered hair that have shaken to the hun
dreds of spiritual and temporal light
nings innumerable we have a deal to
thank you for, most reverend James
Matthiason, rebuker of the sins of our
fathers. Yet we do not envy Eliza Ann
"one jot of her forty years pilgrimage,
as she kindles the fire in your little log
cabin, while you review the last days of
Bonapart, in preparation for your first
"preaching" at Eochelle.
The fire flashes up and lights present
ly Eliza's brown hair, but you do not
see it. Your are thinking how
"On St. Hden's granite bleak
Now the eagle whets his beak."
There is little to tell of your honey
moon, little that June brides will be
caring to hear.
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