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m e NEWBERQ URAPMIC Beginning Friday Mar. 22 We InaNgurate Special Sale Prices • V .■ " \ > ■ ' , ^ ^ ^ i "• - ■ Vfti. . >' „ l * * on different commodities in our store. These prices are going to be genuine Bargain Prjces. It will pay you to take advantage of them. O N FR ID AY M A R C H 2 2 ON M ONDAY M ARCH 25 W E D N E S D A Y M A R C H 27 On S A T U R D A Y M A R C H 2 3 ON TU E S D A Y M ARCH 26 T H U R S D A Y , M A R C H 28 We will allow 10 per cent off from . purchase price of all Ginghams 10 per cent off from purchase price on all Wool Dress Goods 10 per cent off from purchase price on all of our Shoes 10 per cent off from purchase price on all Groceries, except sugar 10 per cent off from purchase price on all of our Hosiery 10 per cent off from purchase price on all of our Corsets We do not give premium tickets on purchases made at the reduced prices. Come in and let us get better acquainted. We want your trade. CASH-PAIDFQREBS FIRE ISLAND. About tho Worot Sootio« of th . At lantic Cooat For Wrooks. No other section of the AtUntio coast line, not even the shores of Cape Cod, Nantucket and Block island, can offer a record of disas ter surpassing the roll of shipwreck and death which is inscribed on the shifting sand dunes of Fire is land. For the last 850 years vessels have been going ashore on the beach, and every now and then you come upon their bones, rearing up gauntly out of the sand. Of course Die great majority of the wrecks have gone the way of all things earthly. But the sight of half a dozen huge timbers projecting from the face of a dune, making an ideal shelter for a brief rest, suggests reminiscences of a tragedy of the put. Occasionally, too, the waves wuh up some odd relic that the sands have been toying with for generations, and the old inhab itants of the cout, standing at their cabin doors, with shaded eyes, will point up and down the dreary per spective to the places where ships and steamers and any number of other gallant craft came to grief on the sands. There are a peculiar charm and attraction about Fire island beach that are only to be accounted for by its desolation and the grim events connected with its history. This does not apply to the settlement clustered about the lighthouse and the observation towers, but to the long stretches, monotonous in their apparent sameness, that run east ward toward the sheltered waters of 8hinnecock bay. It is almost unbe lievable that such a barren, primi tive landscape can be found within fifty miles of New York city. At certain seasons of the year you can walk for hours and never see a human being. The only noises that break in on the solitude are the twittering calls of the sand pipers that flit overhead. At dis tant intervals faintly marked trails lead up the lows and bluffs inshore, tending toward the huts of lonely baymen, tucked awav in the shelter of the dunes, scantily clad in dune grass and underbrush; otherwise, save for the wreckage that dogs the beach, you would not be aware that human beings existed any where. This sand covert everything, obliterating footprints as fast as they are made. All the flotsam and jetsam of the sea come to Fire island Bits of Now 8 h . Hat*« Him. woodwork, parts of small boats, A WARY ANIM AL A young man and a young wo hatches, spars, balks of timber, wa man lean over front gate. They ter casks and chicken coops, bits of T raits of tho W histling Groundhog of are lovers. It the is moonlight. He is British Columbia. all sizes, from a matchbox to a loath to leave, as the parting is the derelict’s shattered hull, are washed The whistling groundhog occu last. He is about to gp away. She over the outer bar. If the ghosts pies as unique a position in the af is reluctant to see him depart. They of all Die ships whose bones have fairs of the Indians of British Co swing on the gate. been bleached on Fire island sands lumbia as does the mowich, or deer, “I’ll never forget you,” he says, could be mustered they would tell among the same people. This small “and if death should claim me my the country’s maritime history in quadruped attracts so little general last thought will be of you.” chronological order. attention that its importance to be true to you,” she sobs. Bluff nosed Dutchmen out of natural history would no doubt be “I’ll “I’ll never else or love Amsterdam, stout English ships overlooked were it not for the fact Diem as long see as anybody I live.” from Hull and Plymouth town, that it provides the source of im . They part. rangy Frenchmen, stately Span portant supplies to the Siwash. I Six years later he returns. His iards, like the last victim of the nave never heard of the white man of former years has mar beach, and many a goodly Yankee attempting to rival the Indian in sweetheart ried. They at a party. She crew have listened to the thunder the chase of the groundhog, though, has changed meet greatly. Between the of the breakers and seen the white no doubt, when he becomes more dances the recognition takes place. sand through the spray, stretching generally known to civilization his “Let me see,” she muses, with her for miles beyond their ken, bare of numerous tribe will suffer a con fan beating a tattoo on her pretty human soul. But that was in the siderable diminution from white, hand, “was it you or your brother days before the establishment of hunters. * who was my old sweetheart ?” the life saving service. I made the acquaintance of the “Beally I don’t know,” he says. Many a storied ship has met her “whistler” on a recent trip into the “Probably my father.” — London fate on Fire island beach. Mer interior British Columbia and Answers._____________ chantman and privateer, frigate found his of kind wherever and slaver, coaster, fishing schoon open grass lands flourishing were to be Johnny Suopoeto Hi* Fa. er, yacht and liner have pounded Pursuing the Indian trails, one found. may “Pa,” Johnny, looking up themselves apart on the treacher see them at any time. Their clear from his Baid book, “what is the mean ous bar that scarcely shows be whistle, in a single soft note much ing of ‘metempsychosis V ” neath the gentle swell on a pleasant like a boy’s first puckered attempt, A look of confusion suddenly day. A rapacious destroyer, Fire may be heard for a long distance, overspread pa’s countenance, but it island.—New York Poet. and immediately all the groundhogs was only for a moment. in the community within hearing of “ ‘Metempsychosis,’ J o h n n y , Dayssy KUymVi Social Plana. sound scoot into their burrows, means—it means—but if I should Daysey Mayme Appleton will en its and as the traveler proceeds the tell you you would very soon forget tertain out of town company for warning is passed from village to the meaning. Look in the diction the next two weeks and has issued village, and the little mounds of ary for it yourself, and then you the following cards and sent them dirt from their excavated homes, will be more likely to remember. to her friends: “I will have two serving as lookouts, deserted Information that comes without ef girl guests from out of town for the till the strange intruder are passes. fort seldom lingers in the memory.” next two weeks. What are you other times when they are not Half an hour or so later Johnny willing to do for them? I gave a so At or perhaps the wind is sought the dictionary in the library. ----- (blank filled out by dinner, dead watchful or unfavorable may be When he got there he found pa with dance, party, tea, luncheon, etc.) seen and approached they within the dictionary open at “Met.” when you had company.” “Unless range. My companion said he rifle hie Doubtless it was merely a coinci they come up to the scratch,” says shot many, but that they remained Daysey Mayme as she licked the so close to their burrows when dan dence, but Johnny could not .help stamps, “I shall have to announce ger was about that they always suc thinking that his pa was something to my guests that 1 am in mourning ceeded in falling into the hole even of a fraud.—Boston Transcript. and can’t do anything for them be if they weTe literally shot ,all to Gladstone and a Hat. yond taking them for walks and to pieces. The Siwash do not attempt prayer meeting.”—Atchison Olobe. to shoot, them, but set steel traps The most famous hat incident in the house of commons took place near their retreats and, catching when Sikoa’ Way. Mr. Gladstone was premier for Fullcash (waking with a start in them alive when thev emerge, kill the third time and had to intervene the middle of the night and hearing them with an iron rod which is car on a point of order after a division sounds in his bedroom) — Who’s ried for the purpose. They dry and had been called. The rules require store the meat for winter use, which that in such circumstances the mem there? Speak! Who’s there? Hoarse whisper from the dark is said to have a delicious flavor. ber addressing the chair must do so ness: 'Tor goodness’ sake, hush! The pelts are tanned with the fur with his hit on, and Mr. Gladstone There’s a burglar iust gone down on and pieced into beautiful quilts, could not find his hat. .In despair stairs. I’m a policeman, and if which the hunter and prospector he grabbed that of a colleague, you’ll keep quiet and not strike a prize even higher than the four which was at least four sizes too point Hudson bay blanket. They small for him, and the spectacle of ight I’ll nab him in two twos.” Fullcash obeys, and the whisper- make a warm, dry cover for a frosty the minute headgear rocking about sr, whose name is Sikes, ambles I night and are light and readily on Mr. Gladstone’s massive head was downstairs and out of the back door j parked into a small compass.— one that tho«e who saw it will never with his booty.—New York Jour 1 Brent Altsheler in Recreation. forget.- -London Globe. nal. TH E S TEALTHY TIGER. Whan Ha Movaa Quiatly Daath Nat 8 a am Mora Sitant. I have seen a tiger, sitting up a hundred yards from me in the sun light washing his face like a cat, move a couple of steps into the shade and fade away like the Chesh ire cat in “Alice In Wonderland.” But what is more extraordinary is that he can “move without some dry leaf or stalk crackling to be tray” him. Often in a beat in the middle of the hot Beason the inex perienced sportsman’s heart is in his mouth as he hears the crushing of a dead leaf, the slow, stealthy tread of what seems some heavy animal, but it is only “moa,” the peacock, the first to move ahead of the beaten. Then after a period of strained watching, when the eye can and does detect the move of the tiniest bird, the quiver of a leaf, suddenly without a sound the great beast stands before you. He does not always care to move quiet ly, but when he does death is not more silent. The question of how a white or otherwise abnormally marked tiger can take its prey is simplified oy the fact that, as a general rule, the tiger kills at night or at dawn or dusk and that it is only the cattle killing tiger that takes his lordly toll of the village cattle by day. Again that wonderful voice, the most mournful sound in captivity, “which literally hushes the jungle and fills the twilight with horror,” is a powerful aid to him in his hunting. Often as I have heard it the memory of one occasion is as vivid as the moment when it held me spellbound. I was stalking sambhur in the evening in a glade in the forest when suddenly, from not fifty yards above me, rang out a long, low, penetrating moan, which seemed to fill the jungle with a terrifying thrill and for a moment made the heart stand still. The native shikari, who, in spite of Mowgli’s * contempt, may know something of jungle ways, believes that the deer, hearing the tiger’s voice and unable from the rever berating nature of the sound to lo cate the position of their enemy, stand or lie still and so give him the chance of stalking his prey. There is probably some truth in this, for unless you are following the tiger and have seen him it is al most impossible from the sound alone to tell with any certainty where he is.—Algernon Durand in London Times. Wasting Valuable Tim e. An old farmer died in a little vil lage in the neighborhood of Pans. H js fortune, the fruif of years of patient toil, was invested in a nice compact litDe farm. A nephew of the departed, believing himself to be heir, called a few days later on the lawyer and before saying a word about the succession thought it only right and proper to shed a few tears. “Poor uncle!” he murmured. “So kind, so affectionate—to think that I shall never see him again!” The notary allowed the young man to give full vent to his Borrow-’ ful emotions, after which he quiet ly observed: “I suppose you are aware that your uncle has left you nothing?” “What!” exclaimed the nephew, suddenly changing his tone. “Tm not down in the will? Then why on earth did you let me stand weeping there and making a fool of myself for a good half hour?”— Paris Journal. Sooteti Craft. A drunken man was once lodged in the cell of a Scotch country po lice station, when he made a tre mendous noise by kicking the cell door with his heavy hobnailed boots. The constable who had charge of the police station, going to the cell doot, opened it a litDe and said: “Man, ye micht pit off yer buits, and I’ll gie them a bit rub, so that ye’ll be respectable like when ye come up afore the bailie the morn.” The prisoner, flattered at the re quest, at once complied and saw his mistake only when the constable shut the door upon him, saying coolly: “ Ye can kick awa’ noo, my man, as lang as ye like.” N.w York’s Fir«» Ferry. The first ferry by means of which the dwellers on the other side of the East river visited their brethren in Manhattan was a square ended scow rigged with mast and Mils. The fare charged for a horse was 1 shilling, and a wagon cost 5. This ferry was in operation in 1735, and three-quarters of a century passed before it was improved upon. The improvement consisted of a hone boat, a twin boat with a wheel in the center, propelled by a hori zontal treadmill worked by horses. This was an eight horsepower boat, which crossed the river in from twelve to twenty minutes. Then came the first steam ferryboat in 182 ? .