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THE EXILE.
[a reverie.]
Lo! the poor exile! how wretched his lot,
Torn from his country; yea, lost and for
got!
O'er the wide waters his anguish’d eye
turns;
With intense longing hiseager soul burns;
As he thinks of his home and the ones left to
weep
In the land which he loves far away o’er the
deep!
Scenes which his heart havs oft gladdened
of yore
Now brightly gleam on the far distant
shore;
Palace it may be, or vine-sheltered cot,
Th’ vision which fixes his gaze to the spot,
But his soul, cold and lone, o’er the wild surg
ing wave
dears no sweet-sounding voice—feels no hand
that can save!
And tli’ faces he loved, and the places he
knew;
The meadows and gardens all sparkling
with dew;
The hillsides and valley3 in sunsets of
gold.
And even the cattle at rest in the fold;
Ail, all speaK to a spirit now darkened and
crushed—
To a life in which music forever is hushed!
Lloyd Mitchell.
AN AMERICAN LORD.
A Simple American Citizen, but Entitled
to a Seat in the English House of
Lords.
The New York World of Sunday last
prints a cut of crest, cornet, arms and
motto of John Cantee Fairfax, of North
ampton, Md., and gives the following
sketch of his family:
Ninety-nine per cent, of the American
shoddies who use coat armor have not a
vestige of right to their bogus heraldic
bearings. But there is one per cent, of our
citizens, perhaps less, who can lawfully
bear them. Among those who have the
highest heraldic authority to do so is a
simple American village doctor, and he
resides at Northampton, Brandensburg,
Prince George county, Md. In tbe little
country place where he lives he is known
by all his fellow-townsmen as “Doc” Fair
fax. He puts on no airs, does not wear
frills or rutiles, has not a vestige of her
aldry around his house, and once a year
records his vote for the straight Demo
cratic ticket. Should he, however, think
fit to take his walks abroad lrom North
ampton, Md., and find his way to Great
Britain, he would be warmly welcomed as
an honored guest at the castle and
abbeys of the noblest English families.
Even Windsor Castle and Osborn
would open their doors to him, and the
members of the House of Lords would re
ceive him as one of themselves. This
honest, upright ancl God-tearing Ameri
can Democrat has had his name recorded
by officious Kings-at-Arms and Heralds
in their published Peerages as the “Right
Hon. John Coutee Fairfax, M. D„ Elev
enth Baron Fairfax of Cameron.” He
could, if he chose, be sworn in whenever
he pleased, as an English peer in the
House of Lords at Westminster. But
“Doc” Fairfax, like his brother and
many of his predecessors in his baronial
title, have been contented with American
institutions and democratic civilization,
believing that the United States were
good enough for them. It is in the Fair
fax blood to believe in political freedom
and principles of democracy. The Fair
faxes, although one of the‘oldest York
shire families ot aristocratic lineage, have
done good service for libertv, equality
and fraternity. The third Baron Fairfax
fought with Cromwell, even commanded
ihe armv of tnC Commonwealth, and di
rectly assisted in inC overthrow of the
tyrant, Charles Stuart, whoso life-blood
stained the headsman’s block in front or.
Whitehall Palace. His descendant, '
Thomas, the sixth Baron and dear old
Thackeray’s “Eumond,” came to Virginia j
in the eighteenth century, after giving up ]
his estates in England to his younger
brother, Robert. Since that time the
Lords Fairfax have always been Amer
ican eitizeus, and one of them, as every
public schoolboy knows, was the friend
of Washington, and did his noblest in the
Revolution to rid our country of the
British flag. The English heraldry books
tell us a good deal about “Doc” Fairfax
and his brother, the tenth Baron,
Citizen Charles Snowden Fairfax', who
•was for some time a lawyer at Cincinnati,
O. Then he was Clerk" of the Supreme
Court of California, which Sir Bernard
Burke sagely remarks is “of high posi
tion and responsibility in the United
States.” Ulster King-at-Arms states fur
ther that Baron Charles died in 1869 at
Baltimore, and that he was at one period
“elected Speaker ot the House of Repre
sentatives of the State of Alcaldi,” wher
ever that may be. There is one story,
however, about this brave, high-toned,
chivalrous and truly noble man that Sir
Bernard does not tell. It is how Charlie
Fairfax, as he was known among the Cal
ifornia argonaut boys, nearly lost his life
at the hands of a miserable skulking
hound and gambler, who “got the drop on
him” for some fancied wrong, and not as
an honest gentleman in selLdefense when
his life was in danger. Staggering, reel
ing like a drunken man, and with a bullet
in his body, Charlie Fairfax managed to
reach for his revolver and then he had
“drop number two,” and this time it was
on the would-be assassin. Slowlv he raised
himself to his full height, and’ with the
glistening barrel covering the scoundrel's
head, he said: “You wretch! Ytour life
is in my hands. Why did you do this?
But—l forgive you, and I spare you for
the sake of your wife and your innocent
children.” Then he tired the deadly
weapon in the air, dropped backwards
senseless and was on a sick bed for many
a long, weary day afterwards. Tbis was
the act of an American citizen who had
repudiated aristocracy, and it should fur
nish a lesson to our dudish prigs and
would-be heraldic snobocrats, most of
whom, as the old play gives it, imitate,
monkey-like, the vices of the aristocrats
and none of their few redeeming virtues.
Citizen “Doc” Fairfax’s heraldic bearings
are given as follows in the British peer
ages: “Arms, ‘or three bars gemelles
gules surmounted of a lion rampant sable.’
Crest, -a lion passant guardant sable.’
Supportees,‘Dexter a lion guardant sable,
sinister a bay horse.’ ” The Fairfax
motto, “Fare, Fac,” a pun on the name
meaning “speak, do,” it is to be hoped,
will be the watchwords for the modern
patriotic English Fairfaxes to “speak and
do” their best to assist in founding 3laz
zini’s fond ideal of the coming “Republic
of the United States of Europe,” includ
ing England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales
on a truly democratic basis. Ca ira.
SECURE IN HIS SITUATION.
A Man at Washington Whose l’lace Can
not be Filled.
At the end of the line of clerks directly
in front of the Speaker’s desk in the House
of Representatives, says a Washington
letter, sits a short, chubby, round-faced
gentleman, who frequently grabs a large
black moustache with his hand, looks
nervously around at the presiding officer,
and then'gazes calmly upon the seething
flow ol Congressional eloquence and
wisdom below him. That gentleman is
Mr. Harry Smith, the Journal Clerk of
the House, who came in with the Forty
first Congress, and is liable to remain
where he is just as long ns he chooses.
The ebb of the Republican and the flow of
the Democratic majorities sweep other
officials out into the cold, cold world, but
he alone remains an unconcerned ob
server of the fights of factions and the bit
ter controversies of parties.
He has made a place of his own, and it
is no idle statement to say that there is
not a man in the country to-day who
could fill it, should he retire. Mr. Smith
is retained in his position to prompt the
Speaker on all questions of parliamentary
law and practice. In the midst of a
squabble, while both sides are doing their
best to carry a point either one way or
the other, the Speaker may lose his head,
and in the scores of precedents thrown at
him may, for the moment, be thoroughly
“rattled” It is then that Mr.
Smith proves himself master
of the situation. Hastily seizing his
manual he will rapidly turn to the exact
place which will solve the question
beyond a shadow of a doubt, and then he
takes a position directly in front of the
Speaker’s desk and hastily arms the pre
siding officer with a formidable array of
rules and practice which almost in
variably tumbles over the pretty struc
tures of mingled fancy and logic, which
the members have been building about
them. Speaker Carlisle relies upon
his judgment and knowledge implicitly,
as did~ also Speaker Keifer, and it
is probable that a portion of the
long line of Speakers to come will
do the same thing, whether they be Re
publicans or Democrats. Mr. Smith re
ceives $3,000 a year as Journal Clerk and
SI,OOO for preparation of the digest, which
is compiled during the recess of Congress.
Personally he is one of the most genial
and affable of men. His value in the
Erompt dispatch of the business of the
louse of Representatives cannot be esti
mated. ill’. Smith is a native of New
York, but served with distinction in the
war of the rebellion in one of the Michi
gan regiments.
GAUL AND ITS CAPITAL.
FOREIGNERS IN DISFAVOR IN
THE COUNTRY.
The Smelting Works of Crenzot and
Their History—The Minerals of Ma
zenay—The Beal Status of the Ton
quin Affair a Mystery—Other Topics.
Correevondon.ee of the Morning A'ewe.
Paris, Jan. 19.— The consequences of
associating with the Chinese is already
telling on France, as she continues to ex
pel the “foreign devils.” The Germans
have never been in the odor of sanctity
since 1870, and the English and other
dwellers beyond Mesopotamia are rapidly
being similarly classed. This “lock-out”
of the stranger does not look hopeful for
Victor Hugo’s European republic, nor in
deed is it maintaining what the French
call their national hospitality. The An
archists have a more pellucid programme.
They recognize as a man and brother,
whether he dwell at Indies or the Pole*
all who aid to demolish society aud that
can lodge lead pills in the fattest and
mo6t vital part of a bourgeois; then, man
to man the wide world o’er, shall brothers
be for a’ that. During the first revolution
a journal appeared, and but one number,
like the Jdees Napoleon, it contained a
project of law of two classes: 1. “Noth
ing exists. 2. Nobody is entrusted with
the carrying out of this decree.” Its
lines might be revived.
Creuzot is the most celebrated smelting
works and foundry in France. Indeed,
it ranks as an institution. This estab
lishment has just dismissed its last batch,
about 120, of foreign workmen. Among
the latter are several Englishmen who
held skilled positions. Creuzot is not so
much a factory as an iron world, lor it
employs directly and indirectly over 11,-
000 persons. Its operations comprise the
extraction and smelting of iron ore, the
working of coal mines, the manufacture
of locomotives, marine engines, rails,
bridges, aud various articles of domestic
iron work—a kind of needle to an anchor
ability.
Creuzot is situated about 19 miles
southeast of Nutun, in the departen ent
of the Saone-et-Loire. It is thus in the
centre of France, and in direct communi
cation, by rail, river and canal, with
every corner of the realm. The Metallur
gy Society of Creuzot, was founded in
1782, under the auspices of Louis XVI.,
who was shareholder for the moiety of the
capital. Its object was to make iron with
coke after tbe process brought from Eng
land by Williams—Wilkinson. The fol
lowing year Marie Antoinette estab
lished a glass works in the neighborhood,
and which later became the now famous
establishment Baccarat.
TIIE CREUZOT SOCIETY WAS RUINED
by the Napoleon wars; it was put up for
sale in 1808, and bought for 950,000 francs.
An English firm took the works in hand
twenty years later, but failed. Ultimate
ly the Schneider Brothers bought up the
scrip, and it is now the property of that
family, being directed by young Henri
Schneider and his brother-in-law. The
late 31. Schneider, who was President of
the Corps Legislatif under the Second
Empire, a sharp, shrewd, rosy little
Frenchman, quickly took in the natural
advantages of his property, his social po
sition, and political connections. lie de
cided that in order to make Creuzot na
tional, he must commence by making it
English. French artisans were intelli
gent and theorish, but they were deficient
in practical ability and experience. The
result of his visit to England in IS4G was
to arrange for & “toady supply of Eugljsh
skilled workmen, and the most improved
machinery and tools.
Next followed almost the reconstruc
tion of the works; furnaces, coke ovens,
foundries, rolling mills, factories and
teeding railways. The mineral conces
sion is at 3lazenay, twenty-seven miles
from Creuzot, and includes 'a surface of
nine square miles: the coal beds conces
sion embrace a surface of forty square
miles, and the establishment is built on
them. The water supply is abundant.
The premises cover 300 acres, of which
215 acres are actually under buildings. It
has railway lines,’including running
powers over a part of the Lyon’S Railway,
amounting to 106 miles; has twenty loco
motives in its service, and 600 wagons
About 300,000 tons of iron ore, and the
same of coal, are annually extracted.
Perhaps one-third of the out-put of the
ore, 100,000 tons, represents the yearly
product of manufactured metal; of which
60,000 tons are rails, 10,000 sheet and 30,-
000 forged iron. Some 130 locomotives are
built during the year, besides steam boil
ers, marine engines, barges, bridges,
pumps, etc., representing a total of some
40,000,000 francs of affairs.
THE VEIN OF ORE IS RICH AND AS THICK
as two yards in the deepest mine. But
Creuzot receives ore from other regions
of France, from the Isle of Elba, and from
Algeria. The coal is found at the surface
of the soil in some places, but the best is
from mines about 1.300 yards in depth.
It is a good all-round coal, but to make
excellent coke it has to be mixed with the
“fatter” coal from Saint Etienne. The
oven§ convert 1,200 tons of coal daily
into 900 tons of coke. There are 30 Nas
myth hammers, and 16 blast furnaces.
The puddlers earn Bfr. a day.
Creuzot made the first locomotive in
France for a home railway; that “comet”
has disappeared. The factory supplies
Eastern Europe with a good deal of rail
way rolling stock, and aims rather to
have old orders renewed than to take new
ones; this saves fresh designs. At 31a
zenav the miners are a comfortable pa
ternity, live on white bread, beef and
wine,-they can have a special villa and
garden for SOfr. a year; or can be boarded,
lodged, and washing supplied, for 4fr.
per month. There is a canteen for the
sale of provisions, cooked or uncooked.
Of the total 11,000 work-people, 1,400 are
employed in the ore, and 1,500 in the coal
minesl There is a branch establishment
at Chalone, mainly devoted to the produc
tion ot girders for bridges, etc.
Every facility has been provided for the
educational and recreative wants of the
population. There are no police, not two
convictions in tbe year take place; ille
gitimacy is one-half less than are the
natural children in Paris, and tbe various
trades live together harmoniously. At
the close of the Secoud Empire the cele
brated Socialist, Assy, created a little rest
lessness; he was soon attracted to Paris,
and drawn into the vortex of the Com
mune. He is now amnestied and the
owner of a little Creuzot establishment in
New Caledonia.
ALL 18 CONTRADICTORY ABOUT CHINA.
France keeps on dispatching reinforce
ments to Tonquin. This may mean at the
same time to replace men hors de combat,
owing to the murderous climate. Egypt,
the next important foreign question, is
receiving close attention, since England
has got into a fix—the better to tighten
her hold, say some, on the country. The
French press certainly believes that by
badgering perfide Albion, the dual control
will be restored. And events in that line
do not seem hopeless; the thin end of the
wedge is being inserted. Political econ
omy—Prof. Beaulieu, the apostle of colo
nial extension, angrily urges his govern
ment to take up a political attitude on
the Suez canal dispute. The Professor is
irritated; he has lost his election as
deputy, and the Socialists have chalked
him for a mobbing, as he denounced
their doctrines.
The Republicans are at sixes and sevens
on the proposed revision of the constitu
tion; the Senate means to show fight, and
to have a voice betore being cooked, no
matter how tempting the sauce. The
Royalists squeak, the Bonapartists roar
and the Anarchists yell, for all now hold
their public meetings. A reading of the
speeches certainly does not illustrate the
aphorism that language was invented to
conceal thought. The blows leveled
against the republic are only on a par
with those mutually indulged in by its
adversaries.
The Anarchists are looking forward to
the coining of 3lr. Henry George. But
they will add many postscripts to his
nationalization of land ideas; he must
nationalize also house, lactory and
funded property, or he will be voted a
bourgeois; and the means, not the polling
urn, but repetition rifles. The Anarchists
will soon turn that Gracchus inside out,
for they are in a hurry. Acs longa vita
brevis. I notice the Anarchists having
repudiated the Marseillaise, as about on a
par with Partantpour la Syrie, have fallen
back on the Carmagnole.
THE CARMAGNOLE IS THE FAMOUS RE
VOLUTIONARY DANCING SONG,
which the sans culottes chanted during
the wars of the First Republic. It is
erroneously supposed to derive its name
from the village of Carmagnola, near the
Po, in Italy, when taken by the French.
But the latter did not enter that town,
and which they did, without striking a
blow till 1796, while the song was popular
in all France 1792. It is supposed to
originate from a peculiar jacket worn by
Italian workmen, and also by the labor
ing classes of Marseilles. Whe the relief
THE SAVANNAH MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 3, 1884.
army of the latter city m irehed on Paris,
the Carmagnole was the predominating
article of dress. It consisted of a jacket
with short skirts, a hizh collar, and
several rows of metallic buttons. It was
the costume of a true blue Republican.
The 3iontagnards selected it as a party
dress at the close of May, 1793. Like the
Phrygian cap, it was the sign of equality,
and so worn by the representatives of the
people.
However, the “full dress”.Carmagnole
toilette was a pair of black woolen panta
loons, ditto colored vest, and then the
jacket as above, in tricolor or scarlet ma
terial, with the red cap. But after the
9th, thermidor, it was succeeded by the
incroyables costumes of the Directoire.
Imported into Paris, the Carmagnole
became immensely popular; it was sung
and danced to around “trees of liberty”
and “altars of the country.” As in the
South of France, all joined in this revolu
tionary Sir Roger de Coverley—old and
young, rich and poor, Judges, Generals
and Deputies. Napoleon I. expunzed it
from the repertoire of military music, as
did his nephew the 31ai’seillaise. But it
was revived when the allies entered Paris.
The name of the poet and the musician
are unknown, and ito most satirical
verses are directed against Marie Antoi
-1 nette, designated 3ladame Yeto, as she
was believed to veto all her husband’s
good resolutions. The song has been se
verely judged; ranked by some even as a
musical obscenity, smeding ot blood, aud
recalling the tiger and the panther. It is
the anthem of the guillotine. It is to be
hoped, then, it will not become popular.
It makes the flesh creep.
Ca ira is often confounded with the Car
magnole. The former vf as composed first,
and was likewise immensely popular. It
was rather destined to celebrate the tak
ing of the Bastile. It was the song exe
cuted by 200,000 Parisians—men, women,
children, clergy, nuns &nd nobles, who, to
illustrate equality, became “navvies,”
wheeled earth, used pick, shovel and
spade, for the Champ de 3lars fete of June,
1790. Ca ira was adapt ed to a very pleas
ing air, the Carillon National, composed
by Becourt. 3larie Antoinette used to ex
ecute it on her harpsichord; later it beat
her funeral march tc the scaffold. A
wandering minstrel named Ladre is said
to have composed it; others attributed its
origin to Benjamin Franklin, who, when
asked how the war of independence was
progressinz, replied, “Ca ira?’ a good
humored going on very well, as we at
present familiarly say, comine ca, or ca
boulolte; net bad; so sc. The dictum be
came a song, a cry of vaillance and of
faith.
THE RAG-PICKERS STRIKE
is worse than the cabmen’s; they intend
to march on the Prefecture of Police to
protest against the new regulations pro
hibiting the emptying of house refuse in
the streets —their diggins. There are 133
rag-pickers on the electoral roll.
We are slowly getting towards crema
tion. The authorities have consented that
the debris of the anatomy theatres may be
incinerated.
Cortouche, the celebrated thief, dash
ing and handsome as a d’Artagan, and
for whom some ladies cried when he was
executed, boasted that his greatest feat
was to rob the police that arrested him.
A police inspector has just been robbed
of his valise, in his office, under his nose,
and that was duly “guarded” by the
force.
The utile and the dulce. When the po
lice cannot identify a prisoner, they have
him done in wax-work and placed in the
chamber of horrors of our 31adame Tus
sand.
Dr. Germain See, an authority, says
that by examining the expectoration of
an invalid with a microscope, consump
tion, and its stage, can he at once recog
nized by the presence of animalcules.
Paul Bert, the enemy of American
pork, ths dread of all dogs, as he is a vivi-
Sectionist, an ex-3linister of Public In
struction, says: “If you have a bad tooth
encase it in a' perforated bit ot India rub
ber, press it to the gum, and in four clays
the tooth will extract itself sans pain.
A MOROCCO ROMANCE.
The American Eagle, a Beautiful Young
Girl, and a Tyrant.
Casablanca Letter to Boston Advertiser.
About a year ago a well-to-do mar. died
about thirty miles from this town, in the
province of 'Uled Hedriz, governed by the
celebrated tyrant Absalam Bershed. He
left three grown up sons and a beautiful
daughter of 14. The eldest son had
managed to secure American protection
in order to escape rapine and robbery by
Bershed and his clique. They all resided
together under the roof belonging to the
eldest brother. Recently the uncle of the
girl sold her in marriage to a brute old
enough to be her father. She remon
strated against the action of her uncle,
ancl her brothers put in an interdiction.
Failing in his undertaking, the uncle
straightway went for the assistance of
the rapacious Governor, Absalam Ber
shed. A certain sum of money was
agreed upon and paid to Bershed for his as
sistance in taking the girl by force from
her brothers.
The soldiers went and made a demand
for the girl. The brothers expostulated
in the strongest terms, and the sister de
clared she would not be takeu alive.
Finally, the soldiers—being made to un
derstand that the girl was living under the
same roof as her brothers, who enjoyed
American protection, and that there was
a Consul in Casablanca who would see
that protection respected—after due con
sideration returned to the Governor and
reported their ill success. The eldest
brother lost no time in making his report
to his protector in Casablanca, and Absa
lam Bershed received notice to the effect
that any further interference in this mat
ter on bis part would give him trouble.
The result was that the would-be husband
failed to get the girl, and the uncle lost the
money he had paid to the Governor for his
intervention in the matter.
3Vby lie Goes on Crutches.
Arkansaw Traveler.
Mr. Jabed Gazely, traveling salesman
for the well-known liquor house of Gum
cane & Racket, now wears a pair of
crutches, not for ornament, particularly,
but maiuly for use. Several days ago
Gazely, while en route for a rura. seat of
trade, fell in with a lot of young fellows,
representing many trades and professions.
They exchanged cards, flasks and compli
ments, old jokes and wearisome stories.
When Gazely arrived at the small town
where he was to transact business, if pos
sible. be proceeded at once to the house
whose wants in the whiskey line he had
ever supplied, but upon entering the store
he saw that a change in proprietorship
had taken place. The proprietor came
forward.
“Good morning, sir.”
“Good morning. I see that this place
has changed ownership. I used to do
considerable business with your predeces
sor and ho#>e to merit your confidence.”
“Your name?”
Gazely handed him a card, not his own
commercial pasteboard, but unfortunately
the name and two-line advertisement of a
young undertaker he hail met on the
irain. The merchant looked at the card
for a moment aud said:
“I am thankful to say, sir, that I need
nothing in your line.”
“But you soon will, I hope,” replied
Gazely.
The merchant knit his brows, dropped a
stitch, picked it up and proceeded to knit
a while longer.
“I hope 1 may not soon need your ser
vices, sir. I don’t know why you say that
my predecessor ever had any dealings
with you, for he is a young man”
“I know he’s a young man,” said Gaze
ly, looking sharply at the merchant, “but
what difference does that make? He kept
his cellar w T ell stocked with my goods, but
tnat’s neither here nor there. I’ve got the
best in the market and just now we are
selling at strikingly low figures. You’ll
never have a chance to do better and I
advise you to lay in a stock at once. Now,
for your own individual use, I can do the
nice thing by you.”
“Do you take me for a fool ?”
“Certainly not. I’m only advising you
to buy in time. Such reasonable figures
will not be open to you many days longer.
I can fix you up in nice style, so that
your friends and neighbors come in”
“You heartless scoundrel!” exclaimed
the merchant, wheeling Gazely around
and kicking him from the door.* The fall
injured the young mat, hence the crutches.
The mistake has been discovered and both
parties, young Gazely in particular, are
sorry that such a ludicrous misunder
standing should have occurred.
Fleeing Before Cold Winter’s Blast.
The hotel keepers of New Orleans, in
common with their brethren in all the
leading Southern cities, are prepared for
an unlimited invasion of Northern inva
lids and health seekers. Those about to
seek the sunny land should remember that
on February 12, exactly two weeks anti
cipatory of the gay festive season of Mar
di Gras, the next Grand 3lonthly Drawing
of the Louisiana State Lottery will take
place, about which M. A. Dauphin, New
Orleans, La., will tell you on application.
Very little jewelry is now worn in the
street, a collar button and very small knob
earrings being the main items.
CUPID ON WHEELS.
The First Recorded Case of a Proposal
In a Street Car.
Philadelphia Record.
The bleak and uninviting interior of a
street car, with the thermometer twenty
degrees below freezing point, was the
scene of a proposal of marriage last even
ing. The hour was half-past 9; the car
one of the amber-hued chariots of the
Thirteenth and Fifteenth streets line, and
the interested parties a trim-built, pretty
girl of about 19 summers, with dark eyes
and rosy cheeks, aud a young man of two
or three and twenty, arrayed in a double
breasted overcoat with a sealskin collar,
a Fedora hat and a large diamond scarf
pin that, if the younz man was not a hotel
clerk, was probably paste.
To the most casual observer these
eooers were, evidently, what is known in
the language of love as “spoons,” and the
eyes of both fairly beamed with affection
ate glances of the first water. They were
ensconced in one of the corners farthest
from the back platform, and opposite to
them sat the only occupant of the car, a
humble reporter, who dozed a doze as the
car sped along past the glimmering street
lamps and rattled across the tracks of in
tersecting railways. It was bound north.
Pine, Spruce, Locust and Walnut streets
were passed in rapid succession until the
flashing glare of the electric light on
Chestnut street awoke the sweetly slum
bering scribe, but his awakening was not
noticed by the lovers opposite.
“Are you cold, Amelia?” cameiu gentle
tones across the car.
“Yes, Charley,” was the half-whispered
reply. And Cjiarley snuggled up close,
aud took Amelia’s hand in his.
He then glanced at her in a loving way,
looked across at the reporter, who was ap
parently asleep, noticed that the conduc
tor was entirely occupied in keeping his
feet warm, and, after giviug one or two
coughs, said, with a smile:
“Do you recollect what I tokl you the
first time I met you, Amelia?”
“No, Charley. What?”
“Why, that I had never been in love,
and that it would be a cold day when I’d
ask a girl to marry me.”
“Oh, yes; but why do you ask?”
“Well, this i a very cold day, Amelia,
isn’t it?”
“Yes, Charley; but why?” and she
blushed as she glauced up at Aim, and as
his face drew nearer hers.
“Well, will you?”
There was silence for a moment but for
the jingle, jingle of the bells and the shuf
fling of the conductor’s feet upon the iev
platform. Then she slipped her hand into
his, blushed even rosier than before, aud
whispered “Yes.”
“Bless you, my children,” exclaimed
the delighted reporter; and as the lovers
half started up abashed at the unexpected
discovery of their secret the scribe shot
out of the doorway and hurried away.
AN UN FRIENDLY SKETCH.
An Indiana Editor Describes His Distin
guished Neighbor, Mr. Joseph E. Mc-
Donald.
I.air.renceburg Press.
McDonald sat somewhat shrunken in a
black suit he once had filled, plainly a
remnant of a departed age. A rouuded
and rosy corpulence had become some
what flabby, and his thin, long hair could
not give size enough to his head to suit a
statesman’s place. You could neither
find the height nor breadth you sought.
The eyes had fallen in some, and seemed
inoftensive holes. His face is beginning
to have the drooping, leathery appear
ance of age, and though pleasantly benig
nant, did not seem complete without "a
streak of tobacco juice pendant from each
corner of his mouth. The figure belonged
plainly to tbe hog and hominy period of
Indiana history; tc t!l p simple days when
the typical Indiana farmer hauled his
wheat fifty miles, sold it for fifty cents a
bushel, and paid twenty-five cents a
yard fur calico—a forever honored and
noble period—but it was thirty, forty, fifty
years ago. The mills were oh the creeks.
There was no steam; there were no rail
roads, no factories, no machinery, no bug
gies, pianos or threshing machines in the
country—no tin bucket brigade in the cie
ies. There were no cities. But there was
free trade, wild-cat banks and Democracy,
and robust Representative 3lcDomild.
Yet, shaUe of the last magnificent twen
ty-five years, here sits the remains, posing
for the Presidency. Does the old man
know that the son of the farmer of his
time measures his land, sends his sons
and daughters off to college, drives a
reaper and a carriage, deposits in a bank,
sells his wheat for a dollar, aud finds a
station within five miles? Does the old
man know that every county seat Is full
of factories, and that the Presidents pick
their teeth at four-dollar-a-day hotels
when they travel, and send their wives to
the seashore in summer? Does he know
that the workmen at these factories know
all about political economy, send their
children to the best schools, and have
Brussels carpet and a piano in the house?
It is impossible to look at him and think
that he knows any of these things have
come to pass. No wonder when he lately
delivered an address on alleged present
political economy he began with the
Phcvnicians, and before he got down to
the Hoosiers the matter was so uncertain
that our friend of the Recorder remarked,
“There’s nothing in it.”
3lr. Fagan 3’ery Much Alive.
I'rovidence Journal.
About 8 o’clock in the evening, Under
taker Quinn received a message by tele
phone informing him that Felix Fagan,
whom he knew well, had died suddenly,
and that he was wanted immediately to at
tend to the body. He was also instructed
to bring his largest freezer. Mr. Quinn
made the necessary preparations by chop
ping up 200 pounds ot ice, and in due time
he appeared in front of Mr. Fagan’s house
with his freezer and two assistants. They
entered the house, and after vouchsafing
some consolatory remarks to 31rs. Fagan,
who was genuinely surprised, they in
quired which room the body was in.
“What body?” she inquired. “Your hus
band’s,” was the reply. She remained to
hear no more, but ran out of the house,
shrieking at the top of her voice. It hap
pened that Fagan was in the barroom
of his brother-in-law, John ltourke, a
short distance away, when the undertaker
and his assistants called, and his wife,
when informed that they wanted his body,
hastily arrived at the conclusion that he
had been killed in a groggery broil. She
entered her brother’s barroom screeching
and calling for “Felix.” “What’s the
matter, Kate?” inquired that worthy,
thoroughly aroused by his wife's sudden
and excited appearance. “Where’s Fe
lix ?” said she, not recognizing her hus
band in the excitement. “Here I am.
Kate; what’s wanted?” His voice calmed
her, and looking steadily at him for a
moment, as if to make sure of his identity,
she rushed into his arms and burst into
tears. She then informed her husband
that Undertaker Quinn was waiting at
the house to “lay him out.” “Bedad,”
said Felix, “but I’ll lay him out when
I go up there for frightening me darl
ing wife.” Matters were finally ex
plained, and the undertaker and his
assistants carried back the freezer and
huge candlestick to be used on a less
lively corpse. The jokers, however, did
not confine their pranks to the under
taker, but sent word to Fagan’s relatives
and friends near at band, and about three
hundred called at the house during the
night to pay their respects to the dead by
attending the wake and drinking some ol
the whisky, and smoking some ol the to
bacco usually found at sucli gatherings.
The supposed corpse was found seated
with his wife, smoking his pipe, and many
eyes that glistened with tears of sorrow
turned to tears of gladness. The owners
of those eyes given a tearful expression
for the occasion went away probably dis
appointed. It is needless to say that
Fagan swears eternal vengeance against
the perpetrators of the joke, should he
find them out. There was considerable
excitement in the neighborhood, and it is
estimated that there were over five hun
dred people iu the vicinity of Fagan’s
house.
Mr. Edison’s Tribute to a Tramp.
New York Times, January 29t\.
As 3fr. T. A. Edison and his midnight
co-workers were coming out of the Edison
Company’s offices in Fifth avenue, last
night, E. 11. Johnson dropped behind to
listen to the application of a beggar.
“What’s up?” said 3lr. Edison.
“This man wants money to buy a
drink,” replied 3lr. Johnson.
“Did he say that—‘to buy a drink?”’
asked the inventor.
“That’s just it,” spoke up the tramp.
3lr. Edison drew from his trousers pock
ets a handful of keys, some copper wire,
a silver watch, anil some loose change,
and selecting the largest piece, a silver
dollar, tossed it to the beggar.
“Is that for his truth-telling?” inquired
President Eaton.
“No,” said 3lr. Edison, “it’s a tribute
from one inventor to another. He has dis
covered anew use for an old fact.”
•‘Brown’s Bronchial Troches”
are widely known as an admirable reme
dy lor Bronchitis, Hoarseness, Coughs,
and Throat troubles. Sold only in bOACs,
FASHIONABLE DINNERS.
Elaborate Customs 3Vhich Increase the
Guests’ Pleasure and the Host’s Ex
pense.
Philadelphia Press.
With the spread of wealth and refine
ment greater attention is now directed to
the delicacies of the table, and every sea
son in Philadelphia sees something added
to the elegance of dining. If matters
keep on this country—not to mention Eng
land—will be able to outrival in sumptu
ous repasts the gastronomic extravagan
cies of the most luxurious age of France.
Philip le Bet used to have at his dinners
a fountain of real champagne, which
flowed from the mouths of leopards and
lions. Not only Francis 1., but a good
many other monarchs, indulged in the
feature of a piece of mechanism in the
ceiling of the banqueting hall which Jet
down magnificently-oooked dishes, and in
doing so scattered a shower of roses and
sweetmeats over the guests. Similarly,
Louis XVIII., at bis elaborate banquets,
was accustomed to have ortolans with
truffles cooked inside of partridges, and on
one occasion had a dinner ot one hun
dred different dishes. In novelties aud
in elaboration of cuisine the nineteenth
century is not far behind these examples.
Some of the dinners Mrs. 3lackay has
been giving in Paris have been on a‘ scale
of magnificence almost incredible. Two
weeks ago the Countess Kessler, in
Paris, gave a dinner for Miss Mackav, at
which, on account of the nationlitv of the
lady, besides the full orchestra, which is
now a usual accompaniment at large
private dinners in Europe, there was in
troduced a score of banjo players, who
sang and played some national American
airs, such as “Yankee Doodle” and
“Dixie’s Land.” Speech-making at din
ners, vocal and instrumental music—
sometimes behind the scenes, as it were,
hidden by shrubbery—surprises, presents
and ever so many more incidental features,
have for a long time been a part of the
programme at elegant repasts in the
fashionable society of this and other cities.
To Philadelphia, which has originat
ed so many curious and interesting din
ner customs, as well as novelties in din
ner decorations and in dinner cooking,
belongs the credit of originating what
may be described as dinner theatricals.
Beginning last season with a few small
and select repasts and now branching
out into more general fashion, the idea
has been started of serving parts of the
dinner or banquet by subdued light or in
total darkness in order to make them
more eflective. The fashion started with
punch, and has now extended to ice
cream. The first time the thing was done
in Philadelphia the effect was startling.
It was at a farewell bachelors’ dinner,
given by a young man on the eve of his
wedding. The bachelors, who were
solemn anyway, as befitting the occasion,
were seated in solemn black around the
solemn board. Suddenly m the midst of
tbe meal the lights niysterously went out,
and to slow music a dozen or more
spectral waiters entered from different
ends of the room. Before each guest was
set a small punch-bowl, in and around
which tbe spirit was flaring and burning
in fantastic blue coils of flame. The
effect of this light on such an assemblage
can be imagined. But it took, and there
has not been a bachelors’ dinner since at
which this episode has not been repeated.
The dinners of the Clover Club, at the
Bellevue, have more than au ordinary
share of theatrical spice. They have
been occasions on which the recent fea
ture of making the waiter an imposing
figure in culinary theatricals has been
extensively introduced. The anniversary
dinner of the club on Thursday evening
last excelled in this and similar features.
SIX INCHES OF STRING.
The Story of a Factory That Covers an
Entire Block.
New York Sun.
“You see that large factory? It covers
the entire block. Half a million of money
wouldn’t buy it. Well, it was built by a
little piece of cord not more than six
inches long.” Here the speaker paused
and scrutinized the reporter’s counten
ance for indications of incredulity, not to
say astonishment, But the narrator was
talking to a man who, since the introduc
tion of the telephone, has made it a point
of principle to be ready for anything and
to believe all that be hears. The speaker
added.
“Eight years ago there lived on the
west side, in the third story of a cheap
tenement, down on the North river, a poor
mechanic, who was kept poor because he
had a passion for inventing—it amounted
to a passion. He didn’t drink and didn’t
travel with tbe politicians, and all who
knew his family wondered why they
should be so poor. Time passed ou, anil
still the man was poor. But at last he
perfected an invention—the simplest
thing on earth—and with his patent in
his hand he went down town one day, end
called for the head of a house whose check
was current for five figures anywhere in
‘the street.’ The inventor offered to sell
two-thirds of his patent for $20,000 if the
house would bind itself to put SIOO,OOO in
to factories lor producing the little thing
that he had invented. The firm signed
papers in less than an hour from the time
of hearing the proposal, and in another
hour the inventor had converted the firm’s
cheeck for $20,000 into greenbacks. Lots
were bought, and a factory was erected.
The business speedily grew to gigantic
proportions, and at length the firm
acquired all the rest of the block, and
covered it with brick and mortar, and
now the inventor is able to associate with
the millionaires. The little glove fastener
—a piece of cord abotit six inches long
and a dozen little metal hooks or buttons
—is the thing that was invented.
“So much for one man who was con
cerned in gloves. Others have made for
tunes otit of them and lost the money in
other enterprises. I recall a case of a
merebant net profit in gloves was
$13,000 a year. Some of the New Yorkers
who sent their money down to the Gold
Belt of Georgia about two years ago got
his ear before they had lost $75,000, and
he took the gold-mining fever. Off to
Georgia he posted. Yes, there was gold
in the hills of the Empire State of the
Smith. He returned to New York aud
sold out his business, and back to Georgia
he went. And there he is, delving in
Georgia mud and wishing himself back
at his button business in New York.”
■■
The Whit© Elephant Retinae.
New York Times.
Avery singular and interesting cus
tom prevails among the Todas Indians, a
race about 2,000 strong, which dwells in
the Neilgherry Hills, iu Mysore, Southern
Hindustan, and one which should com
mend itself to the favor of those unhappy
people now abiding in Utah. It is said
that .all the brothers of a family unite aud
take unto themselves one wife, and this
family wife is the object of the combined
adoration of from one to twenty men, who
constitute her husband. Several of these
polyaudrians, together with two Afghans
(natives of Afghanistan, not blankets)
and four Hindus, sailed from
Bombay lor New York on
the steamship Coptic yesterday. Two
ol the Todas are priests, who are looked
upon in their own country as gods, because
of tbe fortitude with which they bear self
inflicted punishment. It is asserted that
their endurance is cultivated to such a
high degree that they will be able to ride
from Fulton ferry to the Brooklyn City
Hall in a street'car without uttering a
moan. It is probable that this is an ex
aggeration on the part of the representa
tives of the Barnum and London shows,
for which these foreigners are intended.
They will have seats in the ethnological
congress which will surround the sacred
white elephant with a view to making the
beast feel as comfortable and as much at
home as the circumstances will admit.
Couldn't Remember Everything.
Philadelphia Call.
“My dear,” said a wife to her husband,
who had reached home very late one Sat
urday night and in a state of intoxication,
“did you order the meat for to-morrow’s
dinner?”
“No,” he said, “I (hie) forgot it.”
“Did you tell the grocer to send a couple
of mackerel for breakfast?”
“1 forgot that, too.”
“Well, the vegetables; I hope you didn’t
forget them?”
“Yes, 1 did,” he replied as well as he
could, “I’m ver’ sorry (hie), but I forgot
a-ali about ’em.”
“You didn’t forget to get intoxicated,
did you ?”
“No’m.”
“Did you order the brandy for the mince
meat?”
“Yes,” he said, pulling out of his pock
et a half-emptied bottle, “an’ I (hie)
brought it with me.”
“1 declare,” said his wife, impatiently,
“we haven’t a thing to eat to-morrow. It’s
the last time I will ever ask you to do my
marketing.”
“Well,” responded the husband, with
considerable indignation, “yer don’ ex
pect (hie) er man to remember every
thing, do you?”
Mrs. S. M. Robbins, Wadley, Ga., says:
“I found great relief using Brown’s Iron
Bitters for spinal affection of long stand
ing.”
A MODERN RESURRECTION.
A Miracle that Took Place in Oar Midst
Unknown to the Public—The Details
in Full. p .
Detroit Free Press.
One *f the most remarkable occurrences
ever given to the public, which took place
here in our midst, has just come to our
knowledge, and will undoubtedly awaken
as much surprise and attract as great
attention as it has already in newspaper
circles. The facts are, briefly, as follows:
Mr. William A. Crombie, a young man
formerly residing at Birmingham, a
suburb of Detroit, and now living at 287
Michigan avenue, in this city, can truth
fully say that he has looked into the future
world and yet returned to this. A repre
sentative of this paper has interviewed
him upon this important subject, and his
experiences are given to the public for the
first time. He said:
“I had been having most peculiar sen
sations for a long while. My head felt
dull and heavy; my eyesight did not seem
so clear as formerly; my appetite was un
certain and I was unaccountably tired. It
was an effort to rise in the morning and
yet I could not sleep at night. My mouth
tasted badly, I had a faint all-gone sen
sation in the pit of my stomach that food
did not satisfy, while my hands and feet
felt cold and clammy. I was nervous and
irritable, and lost all enthusiasm. At
times my head would seem to whirl and
my heart palpitated terribly. I had
no energy, no ambition, and I seemed
indifferent of the present and thoughtless
of the future. I tried to shake tiie feel
ing off and persuade myself it was
simply a cold or a little malaria. But it
would not go. I was determined not to
give up, and so time passed along and all
the while I was getting worse. It wa9
about this time that I noticed I had begun
to bloat fearfully. My limbs were
swollen so that by pressing my fingers
upon them deep depressions would be
made. My face also began to enlarge,
and continued to until I could scarcely
see out of my eyes. One of my friends,
describing my appearance at that time,
said: '■lt is an animated something , but I
should like to know what.’ In this con
dition I passed several weeks of the great
est agony.”
“Finally, one Saturday night, the mis
ery culminated. Nature could endure no
more. I became irrational and apparently
insensible. Cold sweat gathered on my
forehead; my eyes became glazed and my
throat rattled. I seemed to be in another
sphere and with other surroundings. I
knew nothing of what occurred around
me, although I have since learned it was
considered as death by those who stood
by. It was to me a quiet 6tate, and yet
one of great agony. I was helpless, hope
less and pain was my only companion. I
remember trying to see w’hat was beyond
me, but the mist before my eyes was too
great, 1 tried to reason, but I had lost
all power. I felt that It was death,
and realized how terrible it was. At
last the strain upon my mind
gave way and all was a blank.
llow long this continued I do not know,
but at last 1 realized the presence of
friends and recognized my mother. I then
thought it was earth, but'was not certain.
I gradually regained consciousness, how
ever, and the pain lessened. I found that
my friends had, during my unconscious
ness, been giving me a preparation I had
never taken before, aud the next dav,
under the influence of this treatment, the
bloating began to disappear and from that
time on I steadily improved, until to-day
I am as well as ever before in my life,
have no traces of the terrible acute Bright’s
disease, which so nearly killed me, and
all through the wonderful instrumentality
of Warner’s Safe Cure, the remedy that
brought me to life after I was virtually in
another world.”
“You have had an unusual experience,
Mr. Crombie,” said the writer who had
been breathlessly listening to the recital.
“Yes, I think I have,” was the reply,
“and it has been a valuable lesson to me.
I am certain, though, there are thousands
of men and women at this very moment
who have the 6ame ailment which came so
near killing me, and they do not know it.
I believe kidney disease is the most de
ceptive trouble in the world. It comes
like a thief tn the night. It has no cer
tain symptoms, but seems to attack each
one differently. It is quiet, treacherous,
and all the more dangerous. It is killing
more people, to-day, than any other one
complaint. If I had the power I would
warn the entire world against it, and
urge them to remove it from the system
before it is too late.”
One of the members of the firm of White
head & Mitchell, proprietors of the Bir
mingham Eccentric , paid a fraternal
visit to this office yesterday, and in the
course of conversation, lir. Crombie’s
name was mentioned.
“1 knew about his sickness,” said the
editor, “and his remarkable recovery. I
had his obituary all in type and an
nounced in the Eccentric that he could
not live until its next issue. It was cer
tainly a most wonderful case.”
Rev. A. R. Bartlett, formerly pastor of
the M. E. Church at Birmingham, and
now of Schoolcraft, Mich., in response to
a telegram, replied:
“Mr. W. A. Crombie was a member of
my congregation at the time of his sick
ness. The prayers of the church were re
quested for him on two different occasions.
I was with him the day he was reported
by his physicians as dying, and consider
his recovery almost a miracle.”
Not one person in a million ever comes
so near death as did Mr. Crombie and then
recover, but the men and women who are
drifting toward the same end, are legion.
To note the slightest symptoms, to realize
their significance and to meet them in
time by the remedy which has been shown
to be most efficient, is a duty from which
there can be no escape. They are fortu
nate who do this; they are on the sure
road to death who neglect it.
llow It Feels to Kill a Man.
Exchange.
“1 believe I must have killed at least a
dozen of the enemy during my three years’
service in the army,” says General
Charles F. Manderson, of Nebraska.
“One gets used to that sort of business,
just as a surgeon becomes hardened and
calloused in his profession. The first
man whom I killed was belore Richmond,
when McClellan was in command. I was
doing picket duty late one night near the
bank of a creek, and had been cautioned
to be especially watchful, as an attack
was expected. 1 carried my musket half
cocked, and was startled by every rustle
the wind made among the trees and dead
leaves. It was some time after midnight
that I saw a Confederate cavalryman
dashing down the opposite side of the
creek in my direction. As he was op
posite I fired upon the horse, and ft fell.
The cavalryman regained his feet iu a
moment, and had drawn his pistols. I
called to him to surrender, but his only
reply was a discharge from each revolver,
one bullet inflicting a flesh wound in my
arm. Then 1 let him have it full iu the
breast. He leaped three feet in the air
and fell with his face down. I knew I
had finished him. I ran and jumped
across the creek, picked him up and laid
him on his back. The "blood was running
out of his nose and mouth, and poured in
a torrent from the ragged hole in his
breast. In less time than it takes to tell
it he was dead, without having said a
word. Then my head began to swim, and
I was sick at my stomach. 1 was over
come by an indescribable horror of the
deed I had done. I trembled all over, and
felt as laint and weak as a kitten. It was
with the greatest difficulty that l man
aged to get into camp. There they laugh
ed at me, but it was weeks before my
nervous system recovered from the shock.
Even in my dreams I saw the pale face of
the dying cavalryman, and the spectre
haunted me like a Nemesis long atter I
had got over the first shock of the affair.
It was simply horrible, but in time I re
covered, and at the close of the war I was
quite as indifferent to the sacrifice of hu
man life as you could imagine.”
A Musical Fable.
Eugene Field in the Chicago Few*.
While Rambling about the Streets of
Chicago one day, Henry E. Abbey, the
Impresario, met a Goat that Seemed to be
Slightly in his Cups.
“Aha,” quoth the Genial Impresario,
“You are Not a Success as a Goat.”
“How so?” Demanded the Bibulous
quadruped.
“Because,” replied the Impresario, “I
have a Tenor who Can get Fuller than
you Can.”
“Very true,” said the Goat, who Was
quick at Repartee, “but wheu your Tenor
gets Full I am More of a Success as a
Tenor than he Is as a Goat.”
Considering which, the Genial Impre
sario Immediately made a Contract with
the Goat, lest his rival Jlapleson should
Secure him.
Premature Loss of the Hair
May be entirely prevented by the use of
Burnett’s Cocoaine.
Housekeepers
Should insist upon obtaining Burnett’s
Flavoring Extracts; they are the best.
Ttifr (51<nfo.
A. R. ALTMAYER i CO.
KID GLOVES, KID GLOVES
As it is our desire to give our patrons Special Weekly Bargains,
we have this week cut into our
KID GLOVE DEPARTMENT
FOR THE PURPOSE OF MAKING A
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IN STOCK AND PRICE WITHOUT REGARD TO COST.
AS V SPECIALTY !
D ?, Z .P,°! our , FAVORITE 6-BUTTON MARIE ANTOINETTE MOSQUETAIRES. in
all the latest shapes for spring wear, at a reduced price. 97c., former price SI 50 thus
enabling our customers to supply themselves with KID GLOVES at very low prices
We will also open our first invoice of PLAIN AND FANCY PARASOLS, which for style
and elegance cannot be excelled in this city. We cordially invite the ladies to call and e'x
jim i lie tnese £joocis
OUR EMBROIDERY SALE!
For the benefit of those who have not attended this SACRIFICE during the past two weeks
we have decided to continue it for one week longer.
A. R. ALTMAYER & CO.
.A r l’ PLATSHEK’S!
fe Have Tata Bar Anal Inventory,
And will inaugurate a series of clearance sales to close out broken lots ol desirable goods.
Sale to Continu'e Until March 1.
GBAtfD CLEARANCE SALE NO. 1
6.000 Pairs Ladies’ 5-Hook Foster’s Kid Gloves,
In evening and drees shades. Every pair perfect fitting, and guaranteed to be of the best kid.
Worth $1 25 | ONLY 63c. A PAIR | Worth $1 25.
Also, our entire selection of popular brands in BUTTON, FOSTER’S HOOK ami MOUS
QUETAIRE KID GLOVES at such low prices that completely demoralize the Kid Glove
market.
Bargains in Every Department.
(SmbraiDrrtro.
WE WILL CONTINUE OUR
EMBROIDERY SALE!
CONSISTING OF
HAMBURGS, NAINSOOKS,
SWISS and IRISH POINTS.
Our entire stock has been reduced to astonishing low prices.
A BARGAIN IN LADIES’ HOSE.
Consisting of FANCY' and SOLID COLORS, all sizes, and full regular made, at the uniform
price of Ssc. a pair, worth 50c.
A. T GUTMAN’H,
141 BROUGHTON STREET.
____ Pianumbo, iUatrtiro, ctt.
DIAMONDS.
THE undersigned begs to acquaint his many patrons and the public at large that he has
purchased one of the largest and most select stock of these precious stones which were
eve under one roof in this city. I invite an inspection, and feel satisfied that I can suit every
taa c. I guarantee every article as I represent them to be, besides
I DO NOT CHARGE FANCY PRICES,
But sell my goods at a very small advance above cost and have strictly but one price, thereby
placing the amateur and the judge upon the same footing.
WALTHAM WATCHES.
I have every grade of these celebrated Watches, in Gold and Silver Cases, and what I said
above about my reliability I here again reassert.
JEWELRY.
There is no better assortment of all kinds of Jewelry to be found, and I can suit everybody,
whether it be for a BRACELET, EARRINGS, PINS, CHAINS, LOCKETS, or anything else
that may be wanted in the jewelry line.
SOLID SILVERWARE
The goods I handle are from the most reliable manufacturers. I invite comparison m
quality and price. I mean
STRICTLY BUSINESS I
M. STERNBERG,
Watches, Diamonds,
JEWELRY,
Sterling Silverware, Plated Ware,
OPTICAL GOODS, FBENCH CLOCKS, GOLD CANES,
FORHOLIDAY PRESENTS.
Prices Low', Quality Correct and Assortment Large. Save .Money
by Buying at
A. L. DESBOUILLONS’,
IV O. *4l HULL STREET,
tjotrlo.
WINDSOR HOTEL, JACKSONVILLE, FLA.
NOW OPEN.
The Windsor is one of the most elegant and perfect hotels in the United States. Its loca
tion, facing east on the City Park and south on Monroe street, is the finest in Jacksonville.