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Csc Linen Canvas &c

Pure linen canvas, made especial
ly for tailors use, "a inches wide;
suitable for mems and women's
coats: regularly worth 25c. Mon
day in aisle 3, the yard, &c.
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If you're in doubt about your new
spring suit get a Designer and if
you want a perfect fitting suit be
sure to get d Standard pattern. We
have both.
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iOc Ribbons SC

All silk ribbons; plain taffetas and satin
taffetas; widths up to ~ inches; all
the popular colors, including black and
white; good 1Oc values Monday in aisle
! the yard, SC
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So. 90 Ruffled Swiss Curtains $l.OO
The Boycotted Grocery Store
Is Still Doing Business
You Can Be independent by Trading Here

you that every person who partakes of food
Southern California with the exception of those
few whose supplies come from the Broadway Depart
ment Store, in the grasp of the and
the squeezes little tighter each month?
The Broadway Department Store grocery section is
the only really independent store in Southern Cali
fornia Because are independent and refuse to
maintain trust prices on everyday necessities we've
been boycotted by the retail jobbers and wholesalers
who have refused peatedly to supply us with
groceries. We are securing groceries from various
cities other than Los Angeles and by buying in
load lots make huge saving over what would
pay If bought of local jobbers. The benefit is
yours. We sell you groceries for considerable less
than you them from the trust stores, and
gain not only the difference in price but your
independence by trading here.
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$500 Neckruffs S2.9S
Sc

erty silk; full at neck; long pleated
ends of chiffon; some with ribbon ends;
these come in black and white; regu-
lar values to $500; Monday in aisle 2,
each $2.9S.
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Beautiful Fine Embroideries
Widths Up to 10 Inches Some Worth soc w
Val. Laces
WORTH Sl.00, doZa7

French Valenciennes lace
edges and insertions; fine
mesh. dainty patterns; !;
widths up to IA inches;
edges and insertions to
match: these are sold by
the piece of a dozen yards
only; they are worth S100.
Mond day in aisle !; piece of
IL yards 49C.
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Women's SIPS Night Gowns go,

Womens gowns of fine cambric and long
cloth: some with high necks; yokes of en-
broideries; others with shaped necks;
trimmed with torchon lace; some extra
size gowns in this collection; all Of them
81 .25 values. Monday on the second floor
oSc
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69c Short Skirts ACC
CSC White Skirts 75c

Womens long white skirts made from
good material: finished with dust ruffle
and full hounces; some trimmed with wide
embroidery and clusters of tucks; others
nave three rows of torchon insertion and
wide lace edging to match still others
trimmed with Normandy lace; all of them
9Sc values Monday on the second floor,
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the valley began 70 grow blue and
the sheep huddIed together. bIeat-
ing 10 return 20 the fold, I heard
someone call me down the road and
saw reapPear our demoiselle, no
longer smiling as 7 had seen her
a short time ago. but trembling
with cold, fear, and wet. II seems
that at the base Of the mountain
she had found the Sorgue terribly
swollen by the recent rain. and that
in making a desperate effort to
cross il she had nearly been
drowned.
The most dreadful thing Of all
was that at this hour OF the night
she could not think of attempting
TO return to the farm. for our de-
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lovely head thrown back. the pearly
laughter ripping from ner cherry
lips, and her haste 10 depart that
made her visit seem like a dazzling
vision.
"Adieu, shepherd"
~Adieu. mistressi'
And she was gone, bearing away
with her the empty baskets.
When the descending road hid her
from sight it seemed 10 me that
the stones were falling one by one
upon my heart. l heard them
long, long time. and until the close
of the day I was like one wrapped
in sweet slumber. fearing TO stir
lest 1 might drive away my dream.
Toward evering, as the depths of
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they SWING open the door they were
confronted by George Baldwin, twenty
three years old. as brave and noble a
lad as ever breathed- In his hand he
held j pistol. toy compared TO the
weapons carried by the robbers.
IN nave to get that man." said Bob
Dalton. and raising his fatal Winchester
to his shoulder he fred. and Baldwin
feIl TO the ground mortslly wounded
AT the other bank, the First National,
a similar scene was enacted The ca sh-
Ter and others In the bank were made
10 hold Up their hands and the contents
Of the vault were emptied into a sack
Here. too. the fire from the people on
the streets became too severe and they
were forced to discard the heavy silver
for the lighter and more valuable gold
and paper.
Charles Gumy. another Of the bravest
men this or any other town has ever
known. opened fire on the bank, but
was wounded by a shot from one of the
robbers that splintered the stock Of his
gun and smashed his right hand into a
mass of raw flesh Friends rushed out
to him and dragged him within the shell
ter of store.
After leaving the First National EN-
met bdAlOn anu LICK DIOdONeu DdSSeO
down Eighth street, where they were
Joined by the three from the Condor
Bank There IN front OF his shoe shop
stood George Cubine, gun in ha I'D. wait
ing for them Two snots rang out ST.
nultaneousiy and Cubine fell back dead
Charles Brown, fellow workman OF
Cubine's. saw him fall and ran out to
help him Again the deadly rifles Of the
bandits spoke and Brown fell a martyr
10 right and the ties of cOmradeship.
Passing down Union street. after kill
ing Cubine and Brown. the five bandits
espied Thomas Ayres. cashier OF the
First National Bank. standing by the
curb with rife in his hands Bob Dali
tons rifle rang out and Ayres fell
wounded in the head. although the dis
tance was more than seventy-f1ve yards.
Bob and Emmett then hurriedly lodged
behind buildings and were not seen
again until they reappeared in the alley
where their horses were tied Grat Dali
ton and his companions. Bowers and
Broadwell. regained the shelter of the
alley first
In the alley was standing a Standard
Oh wagon. to which a magnificent team
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that part known as the Cherokee Ma
ton
They passed the night hiding in the
wooded Businesses along the banks OF
the Yerdigris river. on which this town
stands. Early on the morning of the
9Th they took up their journey again.
their blooded horses refreshed by rest
and food
For miles they followed one OF the
main roads into CoffeyviIIe. eae road
that becomes Eighth street when # en-
ters the town.
AS they neared the town they were
noticed by many people riding to and
from the city. The Daltons. who were
Of course, well known IN ConeyviIle,
were disguised by false boards and by
other means. Long cloaks concealed
their weapons-wincheste rifles and
heavy Colts revoIvers. They looked, as
they intended. like a party OF deputy
United States marshals riding into the
State on official business. This was
an occurrence too common to excite
wonderment or remark.
AS they rode up Eighth street many
eyes were turned upon them. but with
at arousing the slightest suspicion It
was evidently their intention to tie their
horses on Eighth street. where they
would be readily accessible when the
need to fee came. However, the street
was torn UP. pending certain repairs,
making this impossible An alley run
ming directly to the street attracted
their attention They turned down II
the only false move they had made
thus far. and tied their horses TO a
2alipg back Of the livery stable. Then
in single file they emerged from the al
ley. their long coats removed. their
spurs clanking. their guns swinging at
their sides
Three of them, Bob and Grattan Dali
ton and Powers. entered the Condor Ma
tional Bank. and covering the cashier
with their Winchesters. commanded him
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Of grays was hitched. Using the wagon
for breastwork. the three bandits pre-
pared 70 deal death 10 all who should
dare dislodge them.
All this time I was. so 10 sneak.
mounting guard over the horses. 1 saw
Graf and his comps mons take IN their
position behind the wagon and I deter
mined 10 wait until the most auspicious
moment came before attempting 10 do
anything Just at this moment. Bob and
Emmet came down the alley from the
other way, making for their horses. As
1 saw them they saw me We had often
competed in friendly shooting matches.
he knew that when I fred shot 70 xiii.
He'll! he exclaimed There's 6
hloehr- hate 20 do a. but he's got 70
fall For a moment I was transfxed.
watching his face intently as the bird
watches the snake about 20 seize it.
Then instinctively my own rifle came to
my shoulder. I fred just as Bob pulled
the trigger. His bullet went wild.
glaacingly striking the side Of the alley.
taking tangent course and killing both
the Standard OIL horses and entering
my barn. where Il demolished a buggy
wheel But Bob. poor chap. Law in the
alley, shot through the breast Emmett
fred at ne, and I returned the shot.
He was wounded. I could see that. but
he kept steadily on. His companions
behind the oil wagon now opened up on
me. ! had no time 70 care for Emmett.
Skirting the alley paling Until ne came
TO a breach. he oraHled through and
away
Graf Dalton, Powers, and BroadweI
kent Up a CALLING FIRE or me. ] was NOT
hit Some way I felt exalted, lifted
above everything on this earth. I did
not fear their bullets: it seemed as
though 1 was invuinerable
Finally. Graf exposed himself. I got
MIN. Then. seized with a sudden terror.
Powers and Broadwell made a rush for
their horses Before thev could mount
had hit them, too. but Broadweli. ex-
erting superhuman effort. dragged him
self into the saddle and rode on. His
body was found later beside a hedge a
mile from sown.
Emmet. who had made his way to a
lumber pile, now reappeared In the al
ley. obviously trying TO reach his horse.
shot him again He had enough. and
surrendered, and is still doing time in
Fort Leavenworth.
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70 open the vault Graf hurried around
behind the iron screen that partitioned
the vaults and the business part Of the
bank from the front and opening a
heavy grain sack, commanded one of
the three clerks 10 pour into 1t all the
cash in sight That hone. he. with A
fierce oath and Threatening wave OF his
gun, commanded the cashier to open
the vault and get the gold.
I can't" replied the cashier. The
time lock is on the vault
What time VIII It open?"
AT half past g. returned the cashier.
The time was only a guess on his part.
it was after 10 O'Clock then, but Grat
bit at the desperate expedient 10 gain
time. Wen wait" he announced.
All this time the citizens were not idle.
So completely by surprise had the as
sault on the bank beea that no one was
in the least prepared. Even the town
marshal, Frank Connolly. was unarmed.
The first intimation that I had Of the
affair was when some one ran into the
stable shouting that Condon's bank was
being robbebd- had 90 weapon In thu
barn. but, running across the street to a
hardware store. fitted myself out with
2 small Winchester. the first thing that
1 came upon. Statloning myself on the
street. I began to fire on the Condor
bank. hoping 10 Illustrate the plans OF
the bandits. In this I was soon Joined
by others, who hurriedly procured
weapons from the hardware stores. The
plate glass windows of the bank were
riddled and bank people narrowly es-
capped death from the flying bullets. but
the effect of the fusillade was to make
the robbers chary of STAYING too long IN
the bank in the grain sacks was about
$4,000 IN silver and greenbacks. The sill
yer was discarded. Graf Dalton stufhng
the paper money into his coat.
Then they made their way to the near
doors of the bank. driving the cashier
and his assistants before them. When
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TN THE annals Of the Southwest
there is no incident so stirring. so
= fun Of bloody and dramatic fea-
lures as the story of the last raid
OF the Dalton gang at ConeyviIIe.
wednesday, October 5. 1892, when that
town was changed IN an hour from, =
peaceful scene Of commerce and pleas
ure to bloodshed- The tale has been told
many times. it has been made the sub
ject Of epic verse. it has furnished ma
terial for the author of the penny
dreadful IT has been told in many
languages. but the author of the heroic
deed that rio the world OF the murder
ing band Of criminals has never before
told the story himself. This man. saws
the Topeka Capital. is John ]. Kloehr.
who here tells the story of that MEM
orable day:
Il don't like to tell this story. have
never told IL before. that is, with any
thing like completeness.
Just word or two about the Dali
tons before beginning the story of their
raid. They were Kentuckians, born and
bred They were cousins by marriage
Of the notorious Youngers and Jameses
II them the lust OF slaughter was in
born. In 1883 the Dalton family. father
and mother and thirteen children,
among them the three who met their
death here-Bob. Emmet, and Grattan-
came 10 Kansas. They settled on a
farm in montgomery county. where they
remained until the opening of the Terri
tory. Then began the life of adven-
ture that proved their undoing First.
United States deputy marshals. then
train robbers. whisky peddlers. and
bandits in the mountain passes Of Cali
fornia; then. the hnal act, bank rob-
bers.
On October 4 1892. five men. Tim
Evans. or Powers. Grat Dalton. Bob
Dalton. Emmett Dalton. and Dick
BroadweIl the last having been enlist
ed in the scLeme a day or two before,
rode up from the Indian Territory from
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moiselle by herself could never find
the way by the short cut, and I
could not leave the flock. The idea
Of passing the night upon the
mountain tormented her almost TO
madness, particularly on account Of
the uneasiness her family would
feel As for me, 1 reassured her
the best I was able
In July the nights are short,
mistress" said l. at Will hardly
seem more than wretched mo-
ment."
And 1 quickly kindled a roaring
fire 70 dry her feet ana her dress,
all soaked with the water of the
Sorgue- Afterward placed before
her milk and Sleeps milk cheese,
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never seen her so near. Sometimes
during the winter, when the flock
had gone down into the plain and
had returned in the evening to
the farmhouse TO sup, she passed
briskly through the hall, without
talking and trife naughty. Now
L had her there before me, for my
self alone. Was it not enough to
turn my head?
When she had taken the provi-
sions from the basket, Stephanette
began to look curiously around her.
Raising a. little her Sunday skirt
that might otherwise have become
stained with mud, she entered the
fold, She wished to see, the corner
where 1 slept, the pile of straw
that was my bed, my sheepskin COW
erlng, my big cape hung against
the wall my crook, and nv flint
lock gun All this amused her
80 it is here you live, is it. nv
poor shepherd ?" said she. with a
heavenly smile. How tired Won
must be of always being alone.
What do you do? What do YOU
think about?"
l had strong desire TO reply.
About you, mistress" and 1 should
have told the truth. but nv con-
fusion was so great that l couId
not find a single word. 1 think
she noticed this, and that the mis-
chievous creature took pleasure in
redOubling my embarrassment with
her roguery.
And your sweetheart, shepherd ?"
continued she. Does she climb I'M
here 10 see you sometimes? Surely
she must be the Golden Goat of the
Fairy EsterelIe,' who skins only
over the SUBMITS of the noun
tains.' And she herself, as she
spoke thus to me, had the very air
of the Fairy Esterelle, with her
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Y ' DsFon = remained
whole weeks with
out seeing a living
soul alone in the pastUrage with
my dog Labri and my sneep. From
time to time the hermit Of Mont
de rUre passed there TO look for
medicinal herbs, or saw the black
face of some Piedmont collier, but
they were simple souls, silent by
dint of solitude, having lost the
taste for talking and knowing moth
ing Of what was said down in the
villages and towns.
Hence every two weeks, when
heard upon the ascending highway
the bells of our farm mule, bring
ing my provisions for the coming
fortnight, and saw gradually ap-
pear from below the lively counte-
nance of the little farm boy or the
red locks of old Aunt Norade, I
was indeed delighted. ] made the
visitor tell me the news of the
country at the foot of the noun
tain-the baptisms, the marriages.
But that which interested me most
of all was what happened to my
masters daughter, our Demoiselle
Stephanette, the prettiest girl for
ten leagues around.
Without appearing to be too
much bent upon acquiring this
knowledge, 1 gathered information
as to whether she went a great
deal TO parties and evening as
semblies; whether new admirers
were still thronging about her. and
should you ask me what good those
details could do me. a poor shep-
herd of the mountain, / will reply
that was twenty years old, and
that Stephanette was in my eyes
the handsomest creature on the
face of Gods earth.
Now, one Sunday when I was
waiting for my provisions, it so
chanced that they did not arrive
until very late. In the morning 1
said TO myself: "It is the fault of
the high mass" then toward noon
a heavy storm came on and I
thought that the mule had been
unable 10 set out because of the
bad condition of the roaG. At last,
about 3 o'clock in the afternoon,
the sky having cleared and the
mountain being all of glitter with
water and sunlight, I heard amid
the droppings of the swollen
brooks the bells of the mule. as
gay and brisk as a grand church
chime on Easter day
But it was neither the little farm
boy nor old Aunt Norade who was
urging the animal along. 7 was
guess who? Our demoiselie. nv
friends-our demoiselle herself.
seated right between the osier
baskets, all rosy with the noun
tain air and the GOODNESS brought
on by the storm.
The little farm boy was sick.
Aunt Norade was absent on holi-
day visit to her children. Pretty
Stephanette told me all this as she
sprang down from her mule. and
also that she was late in arriving
because she had lost her way. But
TO see her so finely dressed, with.
her lowered ribbons, her brilliant
skirt and her lace, she had rather
the air Of having fingered at some
dance than of having sought for
her road among the bushes.
On, the delicious creature, Nv
eyes could not grow weary of gaz-
ing at her. It is true that I had
HUME 1904
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but the poor demoiseIle did not
think either of warming herself or
of eating. and at the sight of the
big tears that gathered in her eyes
felt like weeping myself
Meanwhile the night had come on
apace. There remained upon the
crests of the mountains only a
sprinkle of sun, a vapory light
toward the west. I invited our de-
moiseIe to enter the told and sleep
Having spread a handsome new
sheepskin over the clean straw. I
bade her goodnight, ana, going out
into the open air. seated myself be-
fore the door. God is my witness
thst, despite the fire of love that
was scorching my blood, no evil
an overwhelming pride at thinking
that in a corner Of the fold, close
beside the curious flock that stared
at her as she lay asleep. my mas
ter's dsughter-iike a sheep more
precious and whittier than all the
rest--was reposing, intrusted TO my
care.
Never had the heavens appeared
20 possess such depths. never had
the stars seemed so brilliant. Sud
denly the door Of the fold opened
and pretty Stephanette made her
appearance. She could not sleep.
The animals ratified the straw as
they moved about, or bleated in
their dreams She preferred TO
come 10 the fire. Seeing this. I
cast my sheepskin over her shoul-
ders- I stirred up the flames and
We sat down side by side, remain
ing thus without uttering a single
word
If you have ever passed night
IN the open air YOU know that at
the hour when we sleep a mysteri-
Gus world awakes amid the solitude
and the silence. Then the brooks
sing in their clearest tones and the
ponds are lighted up with tiny
flames. All the spirits Of the coun-
try freely come and go; there is a
rUstEng in the air; there are al
most imperceptible sounds, as if
we heard the tree branches grow
ing and the grass springing up.
Day is the life Of creatures, but
night is the life of things. When
one is not accustomed TO this it
fills one with fear. Therefore our
demoiseIle was all Of a quiver and
clung 10 me closely at the slightest
noise
At one time a long, melancholy
cry arose from the pond that spar
kled below US and came rolling up
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ward to our ears. At TIE same in
slant a beautiful shooting star
glided over our heads in the ssus
direction. as if the lamentation ".
heard were bearing a fash of light
with it.
What is that?" asked stephan-
cite in a whisper
"a soul entering paradise. mis-
tress," answered l, making the sign
of the cross.
She made the same sign. and. for
a moment gazed Dedit4tively into
the heavens. Then she said to me:
us it true that yez people are
magicians?"
Not in the least. our demoiselle.
But here we live much nearer the
stars than the people OF the plain,
and know better what is taking
place among the sparkling lights of
heaven"
She was still gazing upward. rest
ing her head against one of her
hands. and wrapped in the sheep.
skin like a little heavenly shep-
herd.
"Ah, how beautiful they arc!"
cried she I never saw so Macy
of them beforel Do you know
their names, shepherd2"
Yes, indeed, MISTRESS! Listen:
Right above is St Jacques high
way It goes from France straight
into Spain 1t was St. Jacques de
Gahce who traced it TO show bis road
to the brave Charlemagne when he
was making war upon the Saracens.
Farther away you have the car Of
souls with its four resplendent axle
trees The three stars in front are
the three horses, and that tiny one
aim ost against the third is the car
drive Do you see all around that
shower of falling stars? Thev are
the souls the good God does not
want in heaven
"A little lower in the hayrock are
the Three Kings. The stars form
ing it serve as our clock. I have
only TO glance at them to know
that ii is now after midnight A
little lower yet, stil looking toward
the south, shines Jean de Milan.
the torch of the stars. Regarding
that star is what the shepherds re-
late 1t appears that one night
Jean de Milan, with the Three
Kings and the Ponciniere, more
in hurry than the rest. started,
they say, the first of all and took
the high road. Look at her I'D
there away in the midst OF the
heavens.
The Three Kings went by a
lower road and overlook her, but
lazy Jean de Milan, who had slept
700 late, was left behind, and, in
order TO stop them, Ia his fury he
threw his stick at them.
That is why the Three Kings are
also called Jean de MiIan's stick.
But the most beautiful of all the
stars, mistress. is ours, the Shep-
herds star, that lights down when
we drive forth our focl1s, and also
in the evening when we bring them
back. We have given it another
name, Maguelonne, who runs after
Pierre de Provence and marries him
every seven years"
What. shepherd! Are there
marriages among the stars?"
"Yes, indeed, mistressl"
And as I was striving to explain
to her what these marriages were,
felt something cool and soft weigh
lightly upon my shoulder. It was
her head, heavy with sleep, that
was leaning against me, with a
pretty rustling Of ribbons, laces,
and wavy hair. She remained thus
without stirring until the moment
when the stars of heaven peled,
effaeed by the dawning Gay
As for me, beheld her sleeping,
somewhat troubled, but fully pro-
tected by the bright night that has
never given me other than pure
thoughts Around US the stars con-
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HEN 1 watched the
flock upon the Lu-
beron I remained
whole weeks with
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"HOW The DALTON GANG WIPED

TN THE annals Of the Southwest
there is no incident so stirring. so
- fun Of bloody and dramatic fea-
tures as the stnr,- Of +ho 1nr, Ia