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MISCELLA.N i:OFi. DUfrCE QHaatb h Li llKj nwiinwrniftii 4 r'- -Vi -- lltiMti ry - lyiiiiJiUiiijjju T ' 'vllllViiimlu. All the air with love Is laden, Vi"here the Yule logs glow and flame. Hopeful youth and trustful maiden Softly chant the Master's name. Now, If there be any sad ones. Bid their tearful eyes be dried. Now, If there be thoughtless glad ones. Be that gladness purified; For the bells of peace are ringing, Chiming anthems of the free. Earth and Heaven join in singing: Of the glories yet to be. Seek the boughs, so green and fragrant, Let the waxen tapers dance, Here is hope for prince, for vagrant, Christ of every circumstance! Pile the leaping fagots higher, Let the wide-mouthed chimneys roar. Clash the cymbals, twang the lyre, Angels wait at every door. Soft the Day of Peace is breaking; Gladdest day of all the year; And sweet Plenty, want o'ertaking, Spreads a feast of love and cheer. On the evening before Christmas, In the j-ear of grace 1S94, Mr. Iiufus Pell created a mild sensation at his home by arriving1 with a parcel of hug-e dimensions. He made sure that none of the children were about the house before he entered and, when he had crossed the threshold he immediately concealed the mysterious bundle in a closet and locked the door upon it. Mrs. Bell at once demanded an ex planation, and her niece, Miss Rose Mayne, seconded the demand strong-ly; thereupon Mr. Bell struck the attitude popular with candidates when they say "My fellow-countrj-men," and said: "Ladies, I am but human, singular as the statement may seem; but I am nevertheless a being of ideas and re sources " "We are ahvaj'S acquiring informa tion," interrupted Mrs. Bell. "Rose," continued Mr. Bell, serenely, turning to the younger lad 3-, "as a schor.J-teacher you must have studied juvenile human nature, and yoxi must aave been shocked by the fact that children cease to believe in the good old stories of Santa Claus and his rein leer almost as soon as they are able to walk; in fact, I have heard you com ment upon this sad truth. What is Christmas to a child, if the child doesn't believe in Santa Claus? Where are all the romance and poetry of the oc sion? My own children are skeptical when I tell them the charming legend of Kris Kringle; 1 have undertaken to convince them that there is a Santa Clans; 1 have decided to let them see arna Claus in person." This announcement naturally pleased the ladies; and their excitement was luite intense when Mr. Bell produced a bundle from the closet and opened It, producing a lot of ancient furs and a bearskin hat that had probably been "ed by a drum major of the town bsinrl; to please the ladies he donned his costume at once, and they voted him a perfect Santa Claus, as he cer tainly was. "ow," he said, when he had resumed his ordinary raiment, "1 don't think it juite fair to reserve this entertainment for our own children exclusivly, so I have invited a few good little boys and ?irls of the neighborhood ; and Mr. and rs. Brewster will be here, and young r. Moon; I have let them into the se t. You will tell the children to hang their hosierv in the north room, and in form them that you have reason to be li(,ve that they may see Santa Claus if thev S:t tit- miI loon Torfjpt 1 r eiTl . the . u... i' "-"j v-, li proper time I'll ascend the roof and Jwe clown the chimney; it is iust large eiloiigh for the purpose. And I guess that's all." huring- the balance of the evening-. Until nine o'clock, there was a great deal nf .-,;, ? - - wij ic pi KTJCXI CI llUll JU J1 X iSiS 111 Bell mansion: thp, north room was lulled anr a. sipmi-pirplp of nhnirs to arrive at the stipiilated time. ' Lell was in a fine frenzy of excite nt; he declared to his wife, in a r'fl she replied that she was ten years .ounger than she was before he un (led ijjg delicious scheme. By half Dine all the euests. larere and small. u mm, - - -- .. W.o:- , weri in" their places; Mr. Moon, a young man who had been studying law for ten years, and who hoped soon to be ad mitted to the bar, sat next to Miss Rose, upon whose hand he had serious de signs, and his efforts to appear at ease were amusing and instructive; Mr. Brewster, who was small and timid looking, nestled beside, his wife, who was massive and had a- bass voice; si lence brooded over the throng until Mr. Bell, who w as given to speeches, went into another attitude, and said: "Children, I have heard that you don't believe there is a Santa Claus? You have formed the unworthy idea that your parents and friends fill your stockings on Christmas eve, and that good old fur-clothed Santa is a myth. Now, I have here a letter from Santa. (Great excitement among the chil dren.) "And he says that he will arrive here at ten o'clock, coming doAvn the chim ney which you see before you. I must leave you for awhile, as I must keep watch outside; but you must all be quiet and keep your seats, or Santa Claus inay become angry, and refuse to enter." Ten o'clock w as announced hy the tall clock in the adjoining room, and the mellow chimes of that ancient time piece had scarcely died away before the children heard other sounds. Up over head there was a violent scratching and tearing, as though a poorly shod rein deer was trying to climb the roof, and they distinctly heard the silvery tink ling of bells, and some of them believed that thej could make out the grinding of the sleigh runners on the shingles. It was a moment of awful excitement; Johnnie Bell, who had never quailed in danger's stormy hour, did not try to conceal the cold perspiration that stood on his forehead; Amelia Grimm, whose A PERFECT SANTA CLAUS. courage was generally unswerving and uncompromising, tried to stifle a shriek, rnd only half succeeded. A fter the roof had been successfully ascended, thej' heard a great noise by the chimney, as though Santa had just flighted, and then thej' heard him de scend the interior of the chimney; low er and lower he came, until finally his legs w ere in the room, and they kicked in a ver3 human and prosaic way. After they had kicked for awhile, and no more of the visitor's body appeared, it be gan to dawn upon everybody that Santa was in difficulties. The children and the older visitors sat staring at the legs for a few minutes, and then Mr. Moon, who was a man for an emergencj', gal lantly rushed to the rescue. lie seized Santa's ankles and pulled with all the force of a pair of gymnasium-educated arms, but he didn't seem to make any headway, for Santa yelled in a voice that sounded like a doleful cry from the tomb that lie was being wedged in tighter than ever, and he implored the company to do something for his relief. The elders held a council of war. Mr. Brewster mildly suggested that it would be a good plan to send in a fire alarm, but his wife crushed him with a look, and said that the only way she saw was to take the bricks out of the chimney; and she added: "This conies of a man trying to act the fool when he ought to be thinking of the world to come." Meanwhile Santa groaned and shrieked in a fearful manner in the chimney, and protested that if he wasn't soon released he would be a corpse. Mrs. Bell was fainting comfor tably in her armchair, and most of the children had vanished. It was then that Miss Hose approached Mr. Moon, wring ing her hands and weeping beautifully. "Mr. Moon," she cried, "you see the sufferings of my uncle, and you stand here idle. Can you not rescue him ?" "Miss Uose," said the intrepid young man, "I can get him out of that in five minutes; it rests with you whether I shall do it or not. The last time I pro posed to you, you refused me, as usual. I If you'll promse to marry me, I'll rescue your uncle; if you won't, I leave this town forever and jrour uncle in the chimnej. His kicks are grow ing feeble and labored; I don't think he can last more than three minutes.'" The 3'oung lady leveled a glance of scorn at him that should have withered him, but he stood firm. He felt that his whole future was at stake, and re flected that all's fair in love and war. There was a stern, cold silence for a minute or two. Meanwhile the vibra tions of Santa's leffa.beeame.desulloxy ft vilfe'if If Ky. Aysi ami spasmodic, and his muffled groans betokened extreme exhaustion. "Wrelch! cued the young lady, at last, "rescue inv uncle! You shall have t he reward you ask." The wretch bowed with noble grace i! nd a moment later was on the roof with a rope in his hand; he let the rope down the chimnev, and called to Santa Claus to grasp it and hang on. Santa did so, and toiled upward while Mr. Moon pulled; after 15 minutes of dis tressing work, Santa emerged from the chimney, a poor, battered effigy of him self. Mr. Moon assisted him to the ground and into the house, where the children and the other guests crowded about him and laughed; for children al ways will laugh when thev ought to weep. EVERYBODY CROWDED ABOUT u nen jir. ueii was recovered sum ciently, he leaned against the back of a t-hair he was too weak for an attitude and said: "Children, if you tell about this around town, I'll have you all arrested and sent to the penitentiary for life. And you, Johnnie, for that titter I'll make you saw a cord of green wood. I want you all to go home and tell 3-our parents that Santa Claus is the biggest hoax of the I'Jth century, and I'll guarantee every word you say." By careful nursing Mr. Bell was re stored to his normal health in a few days, and his first act w as to have the old chimney taken down. One day in March Mr. Moon led his bride to the altar; he held his head high and his eye sparkled. After the cere mony there was a dinner at Air. Bell's residence, and Mr. Bell himself was ra diant wih good humor and hospitality. He called the young couple aside, and indulged in an attitude and a speech: "My beloved ones," he began, "the morning of life opens radiant to you; sunlight glimmers upon the waters, there are blue skies overhead, and er the robin redbreasts are twittering on the boughs. But dark' days of tempest and storm may come; rolling 'waves may threaten your bark, and Ihen re member that if .you need a helping hand, you may call upon Bufus Bell." Mr. Moon looked dreamily out of the window. "May I ask a favor of you now?" he asked. "A hundred of them, my dear boy." "Well, I see it's snowing, and there's enough on the ground to make sleig'h ing. Will you lend us your reindeer and sled for awhile?" Santa Claus" Stockings. Said Santa Claus on Christmas eve, In jolly, good, fat glee: "To judge by all those stockings here. They've turned the hose on me." The Mourning .Border. - "Mrs. Dash seems devoted to her dead husband's memory." "She is indeed; she won't even touch a buckwheat cake unless it is turned black around the. edges." Chieago Record. A Hasty Remark. Merchant What do you mean by using such language? Are you the boss here, or am I the boss? Clerk I know I'm not the boss. Merchant Then if you are not the boss, why do you talk like a blamed fool?- -Texas Sif tings. A Rarity. Playwright I've got a comic opera here with an absolutely original idea. Manager What is it? . Playwright There isn't a single ref erence to bloomers in it. jT. Y. Jie corder. He Is a Father. Taddells Well. McBride, j-ou are a father, eh? McBride (cheerfully) Yes. Taddells Boy or girl? McBride (sadly) Both Bav Citv Chat. How They Struck Him. Ilortense Oh, just look at those two red noses! What do thev put you in mind of? Van Jay A pair of bloomers. N. Y. Recorder. Truly Vonderful. "My husband and I had a singular coincidence in our lives." "What was it?" "We got married at the same time." Truth. tar ? Mil. BEI.I.. 'T, . T . H . 'in,, -DY UUriN riAHIN. "1 III, IJIIIIillllii What prof ound emotions of gratitude should swell up in every human heart at the mention of this now well-nigh universal holiday ! But it is to be feared that the vast ma jority of those who ob serve it have no true conception of its meaning. Even many of those whose idea of it is that it is a time to bestow and receive gifts do not fully compre hend what is meant by this hallowed and common custom. Christmas not only commemorates the birth of Christ, who gave His life as a ransom for a sinful world, but typifies the ineffable gift of God, who "so loved the world that He gave His only be gotten Son, that whosoever believeth i n 1 Tim should not perish but have everlast ing life." Paul tells us that salvation "is the gift of God," from whom, as James says, is "every good and perfect gift." Paul also declares in writing to the IZphesians that when Christ ascend ed upon high He "led captivity captive and gave gifts unto men." What are some of these gifts which are thus typified and intended to be commemorated by the custom of gift giving in Christmas-tide? "Peace on. earth, good will to men," is the boon it brings to mankind as a whole. The coming of Christ was the mani festation of God to men. There is no full revelation of God anywhere save in His incarnated Son. He is the fullness of the God-head bodily. Christ was the ideal man, called by eminence "the Son of Man." In Him we mark the fulflll men t of all human capabilities. By Him is reconciliation of sinful man and an offended God. Faith in Christ cruci fied the gift, of infinity to man is the secret of salvation from the conse quences of sin. The gift of everlasting life is to be had for the taking. Christmas, as a commemoration of the birth of Christ, w-ithout reference to His sacrificial atonement, would be mean ingless. True, He taught grand lessons of love and duty, and of self-sacrifice for the good of others, but the sublime, climax of all these teachings was His sufferings and death on the cross on ac count of the sins of mankind. This has been aptly called the tragedy of the world a tragedy in which every human soul has ar. interest, because it provides for human wants a balm in Gilead, a fountain for uncleanness, redemption from sin, and a jojr forever. These personal and spiritual gifts are not the only advantages that have been conferred upon mankind by the coming of Him w hose birth is celebrated at Christmas. The world as a whole has had an uplift in direct ratio as the les sons of His life and death have been re vealed to it. Genuine and helpful civ ilization waits on Christianity. The sign of the triple cross is not, as Tngersoll in his book makes it, the em blem of superstition, hate and cruelty, w hich he transposes to telegraph poles labeled "for the use of man," but the cross, typifying Christianity, ever pre cedes enlightenment, invention and all that tends to human progress and hu man happiness. The later cartoon, rep resenting the Christian church as a woman carrying' the cross and the bright light of Christian truth,and thus penetrating the dark recesses of igno rance, tyranny and superstition, which are dispelled before her, while the em blems of civilization, the railroad train, the telegraph, the church, the school house and the busy city follow her; this cartoon, I say, tells a truthful I story of human progress. The most progressive, most enlightened, intelli gent and strongest nations of to-day, with the most of happiness among their people, are the Christian nations. Mr. Gladstone, the greatest statesman of this or any other age, lately said: "Talk about the questions of the day; there is but one question, and that is the gospel. It can and will correct everything needing correction. All men at the head of great movements are Christian men. During the many years I was in the cabinet I was brought into association with 60 master minds, and all but five of them were Chris tians. My only hope for the world is in bringing the human mind into con tact with divine revelation." How im portant, then, is it that in commemorat ing Christmas we should have a true conception of what it means! THE GOBBLER'S INNINO. "Help, pop! Old Crissmus dinner's a-gobblin' me!" Judge. Something for the Boy. Office Boy Are you going to give me anything for Christmas? Boss O, yes; a few errands to do. Detroit Free Press. A Wayward Father. "What is the matter, Johnny ?" asked a Texas widower of his little son. "You are not acting right, father. You are not behaving as a father should. You have secrets." "What have I dine, Johnny ?" "Y"ou have engaged yourself to Miss Jones, without consulting me. I had already picked out "a wife for you, but as you make your bed so you must lie in it. All 1 can say is that a wayward fa ther is apt to make a bad husband." Texas Siftings. l.iiij TTT rrrrr ( llllllllllMllfllil! MIMIMMji.il I II Willi 11)1 HHirtWtflllil An old gray house, on an old-time farm 'Twas on a Christmas night Thro' chinks were streaming rays of charm In yellow shafts of light. An old gray white and an old gray black Were sitting by the blaze That curled and played 'gainst the chim ney back Sat thinking their own old ways. Said the old black man to the old white man: "Hit's fawty yeahs to-night Sense you gin to me this piece er lan', An tne pootyes' gal in sight. "You gin us, ersides. dem papahs, too, Dat sot us bon' ones free, An' Nan an' me sung 'HallyHally Loo!' Lak er song er jubilee." "Well, what If I did?" said the old gray wnue, "Didn't both belong to me? And didn't I have, by law, the right To set my niggahs free? "And, what Is more," said the old white man, "My farm was broad and long, And didn't you, and your poor old Nan, Find life a sweeter song?" "l-AWd bless you, marster, blessln'a fell As fas' as drops er rain; Yes, every soun was a silver bell. Till God called Nan ergain. "But we wuz all de slaves you had. An sense you b'en so po' I'se felt dat we wuz actin bad To wish for freedom so." "No more! no more!" said the old white man; "I'm richer than a king! You give me blessings, all you can; I need not anything. "And, moro than all, am I not blest, While waiting for the call? I gave you Freedom, God's bequest. Intended for us all." Two Christ Q ft vAnd A Tramp. " Z ' 'pHilllinilllllllMllllllllilllili.iilnhnnJalMMjl'jfj It was Christmas eveand the Dod retts sat by the fire discussing the prob ability that they would receive pres ents of greater value than they had sent to their poor relatives; and as good as they had sent to their rich ones. "Ugh, what a night it is," said Mrs. Dodgett, "but it is just as well, for we shall have no callers, and I'm really not fit to be seen." "You certainly are not;" candidly answered Mr. Dodgett, "it's a mystery what you have done with all the money you have gotten for dress. Tsow, I can go nowhere for lack of a decent dress suit." Instead of replj'ing warmly, Mrs. Dodgett only smiled mysteriously. At that moment the maid entered, saying: "Please, ma'am, a tramp's a t the back door begging for clothes." "Tell him to go away and be quick about it," said Mr. Dodgett, who was suffering from neuralgia and disap pointment that his wife would not quarrel. "Don't leave-him alone in the kitch en," said Mrs. Dodgett; "he is most like ly a sneak thief." "Charitable. Ihat lemark," grunted her busbar.. 1. "Ye-es," she replied, absently, "by the way, dear, Mr. Blanue has given his wife another sealskin. 1 shall have to cut her, for I can't visit her any longer in my old wrap. It's one com fort, though, that he selected it him self; something is surely wrong with it." Looking anxiouslj- at her hus band, she saw a half smile on his face. "It's a cold night for that poor wretch to be out half clad," he said. "I'll see if he is gone," she returned, and both left the room by different doors. Soon they were both back with half pleased, half shame-faced looks. "It's Christmas eve, after all," said he. "Yes, vve'should be charitable to-day of all days." "M'hm; I gaA'e that poor wrelch my dress suit which was too shabby to wear. I had to hunt for it, too; it was " "And I gave him your old overcoat; iW "Which overcoat?" "The black one; you" "You did, eh? Well, you were too smart for once! In the pocket of that coat was concealed the money I had saved to buy a sealskin for your Christmas gift. Say, why did you hide my dress suit in your wardrobe?" Both had risen, looking very pale. "You got that dress suit from my wardrobe, did you? Well, it was a new one I had gotten for your Christmas gift, Silas Dodgett!" Two minutes later Mrs. Dodgett was in strong hysterics on the hearth rug, while the maddest man in town was vainly searchng for a tramp with anew dress suit and an old overcoat. His Name Is Legion. For a Christmas present now I am saving up; That's why wrinkles line my brow And sorrow fills my cup. Truth. Their First Qnarrel. She Strange how married people can 1 1 narrel, isn't it, dear? Here we've been married two whole weeks and not an unkind word has passed between us. lie We shall never quarrel, darling, until you begin it. I never shall. She That's just like a man. I know you'll be the first to quarrel. He Now don't be unreasonable, dear. You She You never used to think me un reasonable. Why didn't you find that out before you married roe? etc., etc., etp. Tears ajid door slam mm Mm Caleb Crimmins was as sweet on Deb by Dander as a bumble bee on honey suckles. That was a well understood fact among the young folks of Brad bury, a back-country village of the mid dle west; and although Caleb had the reputation of being verj' "near" he was known in a number of instances to have "opened his heart" and his purse slightly in demonstration of that fact. And when Cale Crimmins "went down into his jeans" (in the mellow flow of the village tongue waggers) it meant that return might be expected on the board in short order. That is to say, "folks was expectin' of a invite to the weddin' 'fore long." It pained Caleb intensely when he thought of the rapid succession of birthdays, Christmases and money taking holidays with which the year was crowded, and he resolved that but few of them should elapse before he had the knot tied hard and fast with Miss Debby; and then they would go "kinder slow on the gosh blamed spendin' business." Debby was not at all extravagant in her notions of gift taking, but she did think it was no more than right that she should be remem bered occasionally with some tangible demonstration of affection. Christmas was at hand, and Caleb was in the throes of a job of guessing what to get for Debby. "There's so tarnal much nonsense 'bout Christmas pres ents," said he, "that a feller don't know what to git." But he held to his estab lished rule that it should be "somethin' useful and onextravagant." But what Debby needed most, that was the per plexing question. Caleb w as to take Debby to the "Christ mas doin's" at the village church, where there was to be a tree for the young folks, and he thought it would be the proper caper to hang his present on the tree with the others, and have it handed out publicly, to show that he was up and doing with the rest of them. Axid so it came to pass that among the good things hanging on the tree was a sealed envelope marked, "Merry Christmas to Deborah. Dander, from Mr. Caleb Crim mins." This the minister, who offici ated as distributor, took down, and, with some slv remarks on its supposed contents, called tipon the young lady to come forward and receive it. As Debby passed up the aisle she was accosted on either side by her yemng friends, who eagerly inquired: "What MTSS DEBBY UECEIVIXG HER PRESENT. is it, Debby? Open it and let us see!" With burning cheeks she took the mys terious envelope and returned to her seat beside the smiling donor, who ad vised her to open it. This she did and found within nothing but a si ip of pa per with some writing on it. She read the words, and blushing still more deep ly crumpled the paper in her hand; then turning to Caleb in an agitated manner, she said: "Mr. Crimmins, we will go home, right off." Caleb forthwith conducted Debby to her home, where she bade him a frigid "good night, Mr. Crimmins," and left him to sneak off to his own abode, with a sort of "wish I hadh't" feeling rankling in his system. The match was broken off short then and there, and it was some time before the why and wherefore were known to the wondering friends of both. When the secret did leak out a broad grin overspread the face of all Bradbury, and 110 wonder. Caleb's Christmas present to Debby was an order pn the village dentist for "four dollars' worth of pullin' and fillinV' A TIP TO SANTA CLAUS. Jimmy There, now, dat looks bul ly; I hope he'll take de hint an' put some new stockings dere fore he does anything else. N, Y. World. A Modest Beggar. A beggar stopped a lady on the steps of a church. "Kind lady, have you not n pair of old shoes to give me?" "No, I have not; besides, those you are now wearing seem to be bran new." "That's just it, ma'am they spoil my business." "La. Rifonna. A Cant Ions Lover. Father Did Rebecca know dot tia mond vos not shenuine? Son At yonce, fader. But I told her it vos only a copy of der von I vould rive her ven we tos really married, UUKE -OURHAfAi . Cigarettes - W.Du ke Sons & Co. T""; ';"?.'" "y THE AMERICAN TOBACCO CoW tr -.J yj ucciiioh viK-'y uwrtnww n.. U.S.A. rJ -1 W MADE FROM High Grade Tobacco ANI ABSOLUTELY PURE "Mothers' Friend" Cures Rising I have been a midwife for many years, and in each case where " MOTH ERS' FRIEND" was used n accomniished won ders and shortened labor and lessened pain, it is the best remedy for 11 1 S I N( 1 ( ) F T H V BREAST known, and worth the price for that alone. Mrs. M. M. Brewster, Montgomery, Ala. 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