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Show " E SALT LAKE TniESSATUKOAY. SEFTEMlU.lt 27. 13U(7. 3 $j O F - --- w I ILKS :- -: DRESS :- -: GOODS :- -: AND :: FLANNELS ! 5 S. KELLNER'S DRY GOODS STORE. wmcsI 2SESSE5ISEr2SS3SES:s',--- " - U Brginning MONDAY, SEPT, 29th, and Continuing thli HIntihr Wehk, 6 Without a question,. this is the Greatest Sale that has ever taken place in the above mentioned tnxnk We are Over-Crowde- d and Mrsi continue to Makc- - . S ii for the Goods that arrive daily, and the only way that we can effect that purpose is by forcing the ixhIs out of the house at a Sacrifice as to their Real Value. 71 wI11 als Stat? Ur SlLKS IStrCCt ancl Evening ShacLsj and Dress Goods, a're withoat a'douht the Choicest ever seen in Salt Lake. Note the prices 2d e(1 bcIW a- yU Wl11 be convInced that now is your time to call to make your purchases in Silks, Dress Goods and Im.annels. SILKS. FLANNELS. Henrietta, nil colors Oil .00 I Mepatho Silk Cream Color, Entirely Now $1,00 per worth $1 75 " " very liuest imported n " " " 1..V1 White Shskcr Flannel I ,07 per yrd worth, t H !am ' Kegence'' Silk in Eveniug Shades 1.25 o'nn Black Brilliant'me ... " " .10 I'.'T -" Very Best Colored Failio Francaise Silk a 71 " i'40 " " 4" " " " ,s " " " I Black Extra Quality " " " 05 ' 140 ' " " l oo " " " HeavvGros Grain Warranted for one year !)7,t " " " " ' " 1 '.' " Flannel, 11 wool '.hi ' ,:k I " Superior Quality ' " " ....145 " ) all Wool Black llcnriette 70 " " " I Oil -- 0 I " Black Satiu Marvelleaux 75 " " " " Very Finest 1.05 " " 150 ' " " " !aJ " ' " " Verv Best Quality... 1,10 " 250 Very Finest J Silk Drap IVAIma U'O " ' " 1.75 ",.,",, " V- - " " '.. .. "1 1 All other Plain and Fancy Silks Reduced in the .Same Froportion. Ail Black and Cold Dress (Joods at the same ratio. hed.Iwill l lnnncl I French Flannel ito " " " .15 " " " t 1 niFsa wide Ladies- c;(.,h 15 " .70 ' bm- - " I 08 verv l st made 00 I 5 J Worsted Dress Goods $ .Oj per yard worth $ .10 .. Wide Bnidcloih !'5 . ' 1 ' " 1"" BJ " " " 12 .25 ..' i..-,- ,, .,- -, x:lVy niuo - ""I All Wool Serafe Fall Shades 52i .75 .. .. vei v iic'sV ' " "" 3 ,VI " " " :M ;5apl Xavelty Flaid Dress Goods 52 .75 ..VI ,7ti Remember also that we have the largest and choicest Stock of Ladies' and Children's Cloaks in the West, and would also direct your attention to the Im 1 ise Stock of White and Colored Blankets and Comfortables. Bear in mind that we have but lATjl rupj 1 ONE PRiCE AND SELL FOR CASH ONLY! J 8. KELEMER. WASATCH DLOCK. j 205 & 207 MAIN ST. (1 Office, 219 S. Mit'n Street. v 1 Ft lll I'mlrr timrt. (Z STEAMCARrl:TCLEANINQ iiV F tuthfr snd Kattresi Efnorat!nf Mw --mm mwm V' fhT?3l CarpctH Made mid Laid. 1!" rplioUt.-rt- j. Furniture Hf (Cwt , iriim and s. whitehead Utah Stove & Hardware Co Wh'.l-u- l i d K.-- t ill It'll. r In STOV.15S, RANGES Stow Furnishings, Mantles, Crates, Ac. , , , j 11 Corropond.;nc Solicit!. SALT LAKE CITV. 1 fllTittliiM Mo v "OA !" sij- - --' MoirNiAiv i.ivi-iiuy- . DDTIVTfTD AT DflTTJTQ Tb only Mr., rarrr ;n tv. t.r,M ltM rnmOlriiii ruuuo r: EAST, WEST, NEWTIMECARD NORTH ancl SOUTH j JvUT ca 1CDC3. qthh mmi mm, THE CITY TICKET OFFICE. hnri't Tnini Afriu is inn ! Si!i UU tllf i W.nt t!nt!-riMi- l ; , ' " ,..., I sij I ij, N.,n!.rr. Ll " ' , ,., f.t'.tl B'4'.te at 1 Ir.I .f- - " ,6.' ... ' VvltdUA ma " U "' ' 1 tvjt-- ; riW'K T(l ftCIH. C- ,Cf. M,r,K,5.r... ... ........ ,..'. '?tx;:Jr,i' ,:.t:Br,.e.4: ; - - ............ ...v " I.JI.l . t'?' S. W. ECCLES, C. F. RESSEGUIE. TiCkeU U,r in Wub HuIMinx 5t M .a irrt. an J at Depot. fr for U.xiDd I'r.p. VJ criite Hchmiling nil of Mr, KijdiiiK'H life wn ; jiasscd in India tuitU 1SNH, when ho went ' to England, Mopping cn routo for (juito j a visit to tho United States. j t EAST INDIA'S ROMANCER. The Toting Man Who ilat Made Faroe M Short Story Writer. Rudvard Kipling, tho author who has of late won fame as the writer of short Stories of Anglo-India-n life. Is a native of Bombay, born of English parents, . and is not yet 25 years of ago. A high authority is credited with saying that "Plain lales from the Hilht" u "the vyiis. OH?-- : KITDYARD be book ever written on Indiv Thii u only one. however, among the many volumes be has already given to the prena.- - Except for the r,:riod of er!jr vi m' THE CUFFS..; ..... . . iron rifted cliffs thnt o'er the deep, " ora iirni thunder scarred, enormous ,lrer, lite tho work of some urlmeval power, HI rtkrniur'os, thiit would keep .1 n rd forever o'er the oastioned steep Tetcronned Beltnrd, or mifjhtiest Moher, r beneatb, as though they would devour '!1 rocks before them, reel and leap "Milonir waves; and as a plumed phalanx, 05 'd in the assault of some strong citadel, p: 'aMe still, its shattered ranks ji to tho breach again, and yet again, )m tho battling billows bursts the swell .'jro awful combat than of men. Aubrey de Vera. A MILLIONAIRE FARMER. Tlie Man Who 1 1 cuil (lis llrpiilillran Tlrkrt In Mlrlilcmi. Hon. James M. Tnriier, whom the of MicliiRan havo nominated for governor, is a farmer, and man whose husiinH slirewdneHH hiw been of pixd iiho in Inn political career. When lin wants nn olllce ho starts out to et it, tells tho peoplo ho wants It and leaves nothing uiidono in hiii efforts to convince j everybody that hivis the man just neces-sary ' to 1111 tho particular nieho ho seeks. llo weiglm 200 ponnils, is 0 feet tall, and j lits busy mind Bits ill at raso under a No. i 8 hat. j Ho was born in Lansimc, Mich., forty years nL'o. 1 In went to school just as lit-- j tin as ho could, ir.d started into business when ho was 10 years old. II o entered a land oflica and later went into the general realty business, ami handled only Surge tracts of mineral and ptui lands in tlm wil- - 1 I dernesses of JIon. j. m. tchskiu ! Michigan, Ifo wits once presidit of railroad, ond now is building railroad j of his own in tho Lake Superior country to handle his ore and ulato nut puts. lie is of n dozen mining and fcncculativo companion, but K"t his title ' of farmer from the fact that ho lives 011 a S.iU arre farm near Lansing, runs u dairy of cows and has an ifiiiin-iin-fiuaiitity of fancy slock, from high bred horses to n kennel which contains n many mastiff dogs a any in the niiilry. ' He has served in several public capaci-ties and is several tim-- s millionairo. German madchons ,wiro waiting at table. The girls bad gorio liomn. "Their folks wanted them," Mrs, Mis said regretfully. "We'll follow them," said Mr. Ilillard Botto voce. "An excellent idea!" eaid Cliurchill promptly. Kitty Farrar sat on tho doorstep of the old house with a black kitten in her lap, when Mr. Ilillard came up the walk. She colored like a carnation. "Yon seo I havo found you out," said ho. "Kitty, were you tunning away from me'i'" "Not not because I was afraid," an-swered valiant Kitty. "Well, wherever you run for the future 1 shall follow," said ho, "becauso I love you, Kitty." And it was not until tholittlo diamond ring that had been his mother's was safely fitted on her fimrer that ho mis-chievously alluded to Tom's botiayal of tho state secret. "You know," said hn "that I have be-longed by right to you ever since 1 took up the blue pitcher." Kitty's eyes flashed. "But you took up the white pitcher first!" said she. "Go back to Mitilda Grey, if you please; 1 shan't detain you." "I couldn't if I wanted to," said Wayne. "Miss Grey if she chooses in to be my aunt. Besides, blue is my color," with his eyes fixed on tho knot of ribbon at Kitty's throat. "Mr. Churchill is a very handxonio man," said Kitty solemnly, "and 1 do think Tilly fancies him. Oh, 1 am so glad!" "Let's walk over to the Grey farm j and congratulate them," said Ilillard. "But," cried Kitty, "we will neither of us ever be married if you dare u to allude to '.he the two pitchers." "No, that we will not!" eaid Tilly. And Tom ?ot tho jointed ffcdiing rod after all. II didn't deserve it, but what sort of a world would this be if onlv got their deserts'. Shirley Browne in Fireside Comuaiiioii. If it's blue then he's minel If it's white I cheerfully give him up to you!" "Girls, 1 should think you'd be ashamed of yourselves!" Tilly gave a great start; Kitty colored until the freckles looked like a fleet of tiny brown boats on a sea of scarlet. Mrs. Mix was at tho head of the stairs, glaring down at them like an indignant tabby cat. "We we didn't mean anything," feebly uttered Kitty. "We were only making fun," mur-mured Tilly. "It ain't the sort o' fun they used to make when I was 11 girl," said Mrs. Mix. "We wore talking about the milk," apologized Kitty, with excusable equivo-cation. " 'Tain't worthwhile to fib," said Mrs. Mix. "I was staudin' jest by the win-der. nd I heerd every word you said. Here's the platter 0' fish. Put it in a cool place, not too near the milk." Kitty Farrar and Tilly Grey looked guiltily at each other, and indulged in a surreptitious titter when the door closed sharply. "Do you suppose she did near it an. said Tilly breathlessly. ' "It isn't a hanging matter if she did, declared Kitty, -y- uick-get the pitch-ers! Take them in the back way. I hear him coming now." "Oh, if it's come to your knowing his very step" j "Do hold vour tongue, filly! On the whitely scoured milk room shelf stood the two little pitchers, one of old "flowing blue," the other a squatty white ware specimen, with a crystal clear tumbler beside them. In Kittys s.to she had forgotten to fill but one, and as the two dimpled faces peeped from the twilight darkness at the head of the cellar stairs they could see W ayno Hillard come direct to the little milk room and take up the white pitcher. "There!" whispered Tilly, spasmod-ical! v squeezing Kitty's round little arm. But the white pitcher was empty. He set it down with a smothered exclama-tion of impatience, and seizing the poured out a glass of cool, loam-SginU- k and drank it. Then he walked "'Thereni" retorted Kitty. "He took after all." my pitcher "But he took mine first. -- Don't be Shabby, Tilly. If ever any-thing was rejected your pitcher was. HonSse,Kit: By all theses of he belongs to me. love and war him, anyhow. that," said Tiny reso-- ; 1U3Ur cried Kitty. "What's that? iSffoinnsup dinner It a your fc for Sunday's conscience, Kit, that sail. ni mister," said Tom, if tell ye,' was, fishin'poleo'yournw and if JuUU"'l ye don't use no "Mother says, says she, KU1, Tom.ri'l mterd be ashamed of your-Gir- ls you gb(J selves.' And Kit I rr cityfeller Se4tanltntlieyagreedtocha,ce it. And there was something about two colored pitchers 1 don't rightly under-stand that; but I rather think you fell to , Kitty's lot, and she was awful tickled and" "Look here, Tom," said Mr. Hillard, leisurely turning over his tubes of color, "don't it strike you that this is very like telling tales out of school? It isn't like- -' ly tho young ladies meant you to repeat these little jokes!" "But they was dead in earnest," wheezed Tom. "Much you know about it," said Hill- -' ard. "No you can't have the rod. Clear out, and remember for the future never to tattle." j Tom Mix retired much discomfited and Wayne Hillard began to paint, but as ho painted he pondered. "If I'm really the sportof battle," said he, "I ought to surrender myself at once. Pretty little beauties they are fair and dark, like a sunbeam and a shadow, side by side! "How happy could I be with either. Were t'other dear charmer away, Kitty Farrar is my possessor, eh? I do really think I ought to have given that young marplot the fishing rod after all." Ho laughed as the idea grew in his mind; yet more and more he liked it. Ho had noticed Kitty and Tilly oftener than they had dreamed of. He knew that Kitty was the clergyman's niece, and that Tilly's dead father had been a colonel in the civil war. Ho was quite aware that they were pretty and grace-ful, with sweet low voices, and a pictur-esque way of wearing flowers in their ""They began a joke," said ho to him-- ; self, "HI finish it!" Kitty Farrar was spreading table nap-- kins out to bleach on tho grass beyond the lawn tennits court. Tilly stood hold-- ing the basket for her when Mr. Hill- - ard approached. But the instant they saw him a gentle ice of indescribable dignity froze around them. They recog-nized his greeting as two young duch-esses might have done. "I can't do it," he told himself, and fell to talking about tho weather. How ho wished that scapegrace Tom had held his tongue. But after that he observed Kittv quietly and often. "Slio is a violet in the shade," he thought. "A dewdrop hiding from the sun. Yes, I really think I shall ask her to marry me, but I would like my Un-cle Churchill to see her first." Uncle Churchill arrived on the scene a handsome middle aged lawyer. witn dark eyes and a shrewd mouth. "Which is it?" said h "Oh, you must decide that for your-self," laughed Wayne. "That's hardly fair," said Mr. Church- - "It's so important that yon should be entirely free from bias or prejudice," pleaded Wayne. "At the end of a week let me know what you think." At the end of the week Uncle Church-ill reported. "It can oidy be Tilly Grey." said he. "She is perfect 6imply perfect!" "Tilly Grey!" repeated Wayne. "She girl, I admit; but as com-pare- d is a very pretty to Kitty Farrar" -- 1 can only say what I think, said Uncle Churchill. . . "Take another week to consider it, said Hillard. "I will," said Uncle Churchill. Kitty and Tilly, however, were not entirely unobservant of matters, and one evenin" when Churchill and HillarJ re-turned" from a day's fibbing two stolid ? lECIDED BY CHANCE. I1 sun, a great glowing ball of fire, l ist descended behind the fringe of I trees on Meadow Hill, and the itil summer world was free to ' I iie at last. Wayne Hillard, finish-l- a sketch of the fern shaded pool in Iku, dropped his pencil and inflated I "nss with the fragrant oxygen. I Mix, cleaning trout for the mor--r breakfast, in the kitchen, sighed a "f infinite relief. "One more day's I" said she; and Kitty and Tilly, luing cream in tho cool cellar, made I" with their work so as to finish I'tit tho light of a .candle, and as I worked they talked and laughed I'', as girls will do. I were Kitty and Tilly? Why, I were Mrs. Mix's "hired help"-t-he daughters of . impecunious neigh-- I who were more than glad to eke their slender allowance r.l pocket 1 7 by assisting the harassed laud-- t hi "busy times." Kitty was a ra-ft Uonde, with hair just wanned f "d. eyes of mischievous gray, an l ffplexion that would have been per-- I were it not for tho sprinkling of ties across the bridge of the saucy I Tilly, on the contrary, was pale 'ark, with big, solemn eyes full of ' .fights, and a small head set with rial grape on ner gjjjjj 6h0ulders; their voices sounded like the indis-- : 'witter of orioles as they talked skimnied great leathery sheets of o and strained the "night's milk" fwoad, shining pans, f 'tak he's splendid!" said Kitty. F"o I!" said Tilly, enthusiastically. Tan to have him!" said Kitty, F-r- s her skimmer above a fresh pan. F'tie that!" ironically observed Tilly. re alwars pined to be an artist's Mid Kitty, .."interrupted Tilly, "and I have V nP my mind to a city life. This try vegetation don't suit me! I marry a city man!" 1 covered up the stone cream jar Fa little clink. rt 1. how are we going to settle this '" said she, with a laugh. "WTe 'want Wayne Hillard! We're both twined to nave him." aw lots," suggested Tilly. "Noth-- ; c&ance for determing a question I tnis. oh! i say. Kitty, this pan ;' Give me one of the new ones. I He new milk pan it makes one f.!of sheets of silver." H we won't do that it's too hack- - p eaid Kitty. 'Til tell you what do. Tilly. Mr. Hillard never f,, to.t0 the house without going f teto tr milk room for a drink I:" milk. Mrs. Mix always leaves a :: Mown pitcher there for him. Well, L faT9 two pitchers, one white for tie other blua for me. The ona f 09 selects shall decid the question. Tito Klml uf le. Onoof tholattffct Imifivations In Cali-fornia ii un ajiiary on lieid.i. The b j herder, after th foothills havo betn pa t'ired, moves his l es to u higher eleva-tion, wh'-r- e tho busy in- - ts may fivol in the stored nectar of wild 1 lowr and other blossoms. LaU;r on loftier pastnn-- s nr Konght. and ftt the end of the season the liarv.f tof h'ii-- pays th b a gol prolit. Tli Cuhfuf-nj- a le-- s may perhaps I more ! tlian tlie Pfnii")lvania variety. A swarm of tiia latter thii away from their h'.uu in the comfortable front yard of an st near I'luMiuvillw and fck t'J tlie WKxls. Forest life proved nns.it if.w:tory, arnl the fugitives, thitikii g that they wiw id pa'-in-g train a chuiice r :ap, on tlw tender. Tin, en rineer !oj;-- the c trs and got in7 S did tiiu I'lr-- in ui. Th Im bad mad as chan jol of it as ever h I tlm Jam g in;:. Finally bn'tit i'l'-- enlered t..., head of tt r He crept whly and nucornuTn-il- y up to Cit Urinl' r. aa 1 w 'ired B)wioo of tin adjn-lab- le !.. wiiia Whiehengiii-- i r.-- w,-- . utml torlena Op t.ieir cabs It got llei drop on t.'i bn. and 011 Um nu-.i'l-y stream of cold water, i ha efwt w inagicaL Tne entire w.trm Ux.k to th-- ir wins and straight line toward tlw woods. The train then resumed it Jounsey, Ltso minutes lw hind timo. |