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THE WALTZ.
I hat tour if? raise —
It tun - my hea-t !■> dreaming,
TANARUS! i -he through n-t a single waltz
w 1 i. ni—.tt len-t m seeming.
M\ -.earlier - -Men hair
. - -'l it;
M i : 'er )'v ,1 ... -o rare,
'V. . ■ i:: ; not have uiisied it;
Her : .. - ifily, lightly laid
1i - m >'i .it!-i r duly.
1;• f _• me a- though she said:
. .less thee." truly.
i a. whirling, whirling dance—
-1 w r i.T if .•! pleasure
E\ ■ ! .1 e.u and the boon enhance a
O: an endless measure!
ihr . . g.wn of floating blue—
A Son*—enfolding.
nous a or, !, us two,
1 - ther closely holding.
r the floor—
1' !*e se—as ocean
!! ,- - | forever, o’er and o'er,
ess rhyme of motion.
wav-* the winds obev—
' > i i-rie |,i their master—
■ town the tuneful way,
- ever and now faster.
' nor note of music false;
'r. - harmony completed,
* br. afhiess rapture of that waltz—
-1 i ir urns alone repeated. —Life.
I.o.iKINt, TOWARD THE SOUTH.
1 rjlbh Capitalists Preparing to Give
ttor Interests a Roost.
L Stan tar<t.
F r tw.-nty years past the Southern
■'tot--'. : the American Union have been
in > nv degree under a cloud. Crushed
and tits. ream*. .1 as they were by the civil
war. t!e\. n u manner, dropped out ot
sight. The English capitalist, eager
always to find afe or promising outlets
f.,r ' iiey, invested large sums every
>.a .a t ,e railways and manufacturing
i: dusta ■ - t the North, and in the unde
: io pled lands of the Far West;
' and s .utliera States which formed
Oh - ive-bolding Confederacy had no at
'ra n tor him. A vague notion per
iod. i tie minds of people in this country
that tie > Southern States were the abodes
i anarchy. The slaves had been liber
ated. and all men applauded, but they
bad al- , Iks n _iven a vote, and many
hel l tu.iT in tb.w gift lay the ruin of a
•pi '.did inheritance, once’the pride of the
li v a. F ■ .m- y.ars events in these
- ' * - tpported tiiis view. Antagonisms
' aip and between blacks and
'■ itui ■-> were either gagged by
lostra-iiou->.f the conquering North,
•< ’ .-.'d i.y political adventurers of
i i". and used shamelessly for
'• a is. 1 o this day the Legislative
V' of Ka;..rn Virginia is con
. • a. n who openly scheme and
i ,t> wdt'n a view to the repudiation
•• t. and most of the other
" > • i the Southern Confederacy
■! po! ic debts have, within the
i-• ' o years, couipounilett with their
-• "a t nils more or less un worthy
i: rcr. wn. That, in short, is the
in tr<tables and disor
• *n whi.-lj has presented itself to
England who were on the out
■ a investments, and it made them
ii ■ ■ s in other directions. In*
■ - ' w.-rc r.-ady enough t > sink their
1., tu~ iu undertakings for the irrigation
- p sin < '-dorado. They were not
> : *'i it ci-W* in the wilds of
v ■ - ■ !ln rigors of an Are
i 'v Tihern Dakota and Mani-
Dmirhi or e,,al industry in l’enn
'du. ■ which lived merely because pro*
> a crushing customs tariff, and
f ' ' a "lily through the adoption of
m -t n kiess expedients for curtail-
H,_ -tior. and maintaining prices—
ii ' *n organization asked for money
in tie -Loudon market, that market re-
S and and with millions. Hut till within
iror five years the sunny, fer
i . . ri.'hiy endowed lands of the South
w r car fully avoided, and even now few
ti. i.k either ot going there or of trusting
, top. ipie who may turn round auil
rep ■ tia: the obligation.
" • -'h'. h iwever, the tide has been
- svh turning; and, perhaps, the hold*
, 1 a _T. at exhibition, or world's fair,
at Nov Orhans this summer may set it
running in the new direction all the more
rap.dly for having been so long held back.
N w Orleans lies far awav South, on the
b ' margin of the Gulf of Mexico, it has
i ~s than doo.oou inhabitants, and is
>. u .wo to us merely as the metropolis of
cotton-growing States, and the occa
-• nal me of yellow fever. A quaint,
: r- ira air hangs about it. and a
Kind of ..id world slowness, inherited
ii, ;ts original French settlers, that
e ar tely predisposes the mind for such an
. u'er; u- a* has now been set on foot.
H,,i New Orleans is moving as all the
s ,i!i in, .Vos, and has caught the fever of
p: .gr.-s*. So well has its World Show
u advertised, moreover, that thirteen
foreign nations have applied for space ag
gregating tw ■ hundred thousand square
I’-ct in it* coming exhibition. Holiday
•f*l -fr 'a all over the Union at least, and
1 haps from many parts of Europe, will
' : •r!' H towards the city that guards
1 .'h >i'the Mississippi. The States
I ritorits of the i'nion, too. will
' v. it a each other in the display of their
1 1 in this competition, neg
ijrh they have been, the South
' > will hold a place of which they
' i ' <■ ashamed. In many respect's
‘ - u for them that they have
:: ae-ne. They have progressed
i s.-oviv, but also more surely, than
1 ■■ n exploited by the capital*
• •lopany-moniter from the North*
* or from England. But their
- .us been solid. The coal and iron
- . -f Alabama, for example, are
. . : t<>slay than those of Pennsyl
vania. they suffer, it is true, from the
*' ‘ -•■tie influence of a protective
'as - it they are less developed
. i " d> pendent upon the maintenance
md at an artiheial level than the
. mills and mines of the old Quaker
. i'hese latter have l>een inflated to
■ in -• dangerous position by the capital
.t\ borrowed, whereas few, except
: - adventurers, have thought of Ala*
: i yet in that State, and in its
Gi rgia there are unquestion*
'y - in ■ of the finest deposits of iron ore
■ tl t" be found in all North Amer
•i. Th industries to which these give
in their infancy, but already the
; . • is are able to compete suc
with the ironmasters of lVnn
i. In other industries, also, the
-■ " . ,s been little less remarkable.
- .’h'-rn -tat 's enjoy, of course,
: al monopoly in the production of
-an eott >a, and it would be foolish
iU comparisons with regard to
o’, -h of agriculture. Till lately,
w vi r. —•me of these states have done
nr o than grow the cotton, but now
• f -n mills of the South, principally
.
ality with those of New £ng-
A recent estimate places the capl
• -tod in these Southern mills at
*. and the increase in the amount
• r. ai manufactured has been more
than t; p.-r cent, within the last half
rs. At the same time the expan
r, in the cultivation of cotton has been
su--a that the average crop is now fully
wh.it it was in the days of slavery.
A panorama of this kind might be al-
most indefinitely extended. We might
descant on the orange groves of Florida,
the vast forests of Arkansas, fast tlisap
iearinff. on the cattle ranges of Texas,
and the ri ••• fields of South Carolina and
L ;isiana. Enough, however, has been
- . ,1 to indicate the abounding wealth of
-i i'.f.fnrgottea region in the United
' -. In former days Sew England
- :-ed. comparatively speaking,
•'.••oath names of Connecticut,
\ : and Massachusetts were far less
-..a: ■ Englishmen than Maryland,
••Old Kentucky,'’ Virginia. Georgia,
i- and Louisiana. The
. have been of late eclipsed,
: in ail probability their time is
■ ming again. The shrewd men of the
in u, ■. in-gun to direct their attention
t - forgotten regions, and the pros
u- f company after company devoted
the exploitation of tiie old Southern
'■ ■ - indicate s that there is an increasing
-iti -ntoturn aside from the bleak
\ • and the arid eastern slopes of the
Mountains towards those lands
v . : :i-earth yields its increase with
it t- much coaxing—the laughing,
■ ' ath. Railway companies, iron
, ■ land companies, companies of
ill and si-riptions, are eager to procure the
;. \ f the English investor, in order
t ex] dite the development of
ta - neglected country. Private
a.- ..re busy setting forth the advan
tages of mortgages upon the estates ot a
t tt<: grower, the farms of a wheat
g-r-'Wer. or the runs of a sheep or cattle
grazier, and numerous pamphlets have
s•i !i ritten to demonstrate that there is
i. i- city eipial to that of a Southern
land mortgage, and no bond excelling
that of a railway in one of the old slave
ii'dding States. There may. perhaps, be
trutii in this view, and, at all events, it is
iii C-i it. in these days that the most
sh e t be made of opportunities for
tie . y ti ling such as the Southern
ft at* s afford. It is the characteristic of
. r dav to make new lands into old
in less time than it took our fore
fathers to clear enough ground to
produce food for themselves and their
immediate dependents. Nevertheless, it
would be a pity were the South to fall in
to the errors of the North, and fall to
building railways far beyond their neces
sities, or to mortgaging the future to an
extent that it would take generations to
overcome. Better far that they should
continue to develop slowly, attracting
settlers with means, rather than the money
of the wealthy. In some parts of the
South, perhaps, the Anglo-Saxon race can
scarcely hope to live and flourish, but as
a rule they can do so, and wherever in
dividual Englishmen can settle there
is room for them, for their means, and
hands, and brains. But the South is
not the country for huge land-grabbing
companies, nor for railroad schemes like
those that have demoralized the North
and West. Its rivers are its natural
highways, aud its fertile soil yields the
best results in the hands ot the small cul
tivator, as the success of the negro cotton
farmer proves. We trust, therefore, that
the attention to be given this year to these
Southern States will not lead’to the gene
ration of a speculative rush ot the kind
whose inevitable end is a financial col
lapse. Should it not do so. we may ex
pect to see them make great and lasting
progress within the next few years. Im
migrants will flow towards them, indus
tries will spring up and expand, wealth
will accumulate until, it may be, this
part of the Union will resume its place
as the dominant section of the great
Federal republic.
PEAKL BUTTON'S.
Simple Machinery by Which They are
Made in Massachusetts.
Springfield litpublican.
The Springfield Pearl Button Company
has now had a year’s life, aud if increase
ot working force is any criterion, it is a
vigorous infant. It is unique among New
England button-making industries in that
it uses only simple machinery, depending
mainly on’the trained hands and eyes of
its twfnty-five or thirty workmen for the
perfection of its products. The marine
shells from which the mother of pearl is
obtained—shells of the pintadina variety,
coming from the East and West Indie's,
California, and, intact, all quarters of the
world—are taken as they come packed,
are rinsed in water, and are then ready for
turning. The shell is made up of the
mother-of-pearl inside, this being of a
creamy or varied coloring, and a thinner
outer layer of a bony texture. The shell
is pierced through a number ot times by a
hollow boring tool, fitted to a common
lathe, some dozens of small disks being
the result. Each disk then goes through
three or four or sometimes a half dozen
more operations at the hands of the men
standing in a line atone work bench, each
having a lathe and a three-cornered file,
sharpened to suit his work. The bony
part is cut from the disk and the button
shape given it while revolved bv the lathe
against the sharp steel held in' the woik
mau’s hand, no gauge being used. Some
of the buttons are grooved with a few
lines on the face, and a few boles are
punched in each. Part of the buttons are
subjected to a mysterious coloring opera
tion in a revolving box, but the best
gradi s are finished in the natural colors.
T he polishing is mainly by hand.
Tlie whole process is very quick, and
the mcthml has the great advantage of
being immediately adapted to any style ot
button desired, no change in machinery
being required, but merely a fresh adjust
ment of flesh ami blood. All sizes of
ordinary buttons are turned out, as well
as some "collar buttons,” though no
fancy articles are made. The light-col
ored material is the most valuable. Fitty
cents a pound is paid for the rough shells,
and the buttons are worth from one to
seven or eight cents each. The store-room
contains many bushels of these valuable
little things, ready for the finishing
touches, to fill orders.
The use of pearl buttons has been con
fined mainly to men’s clothing for five or
six years, but the fashion is thought to be
tending toward a more general use of
them by women. The company has been
gradually increasing its force for some
months.' The workmen are mostly im
ported from Pennsylvania, and have
served a long apprenticeship. They are
paid by the piece, and the better workers
make about $3 a day, others averaging as
low as $2.
Letter Carriers* Secrets.
Philadelphia Record .
“There is not a letter carrier in the city
but who is the custodian of the secrets of
someone on his route,” said a well-known
postal official yesterday. “What a sensa
tion they would create if what they knew
could be revealed at one time! The di
vorce court would be overcrowded, and
rivals for maidens’ affections would be
parading the streets, armed to the teeth,
looking for the other fellow. But there is
a barrier to these revelations. The postal
laws strictly provide that a carrier must
never tell of what he sees, repeat what he
hears nor make public in any manner the
address upon a letter. When notified to
deliver letters only to the person to whom
addressed it is enjoined upon him to re
member this rule, especially as
regards members of the same
family. Well do I remember when I
was a carrier a certain maiden on
Broad street was receiving letters trom a
father and son. Whether one knew that
the other was writing to the girl I do not
know, but this I saw several times: When
she received a note from the old gentleman
she was very deliberate in her move
ments, but when I handed her one from
the son she was out of the house in a
jiffy.
“One of the most annoying things to the
carriers is the impudence ot ’mashers.’ I
have had these fellows intercept me and
offer $5 or $lO if I would tell who such a
lady was. and whether she were married
or not. I remember one lady in partic
ular, who came here from a neighboring
city and stopped at the residence of a
millionaire. She was a magnificent wo
man. A man would hardly pass her
w ithout turning around to take a Second
look. The mashers nearly went crazy
over her, and one met me at nearly every
street corner on my route with some
question regarding her. I came near get
ting into half-a-dozen lights over her,
and was glad when she went home. But
the devices of married men and women
who are holding clandstine correspond
ence are ingenious. All such people stand
upon a volcano, not knowing the minute
ft will begin to send forth fire and a ruined
reputation. One man used to beg me
every day. ‘for God’s sake don’t let my
wife get hold of mv letters.’ The woman
was as smart as her husband. She was
also holding a secret correspondence, aud
l was iu that, too. She did not want her
husband to know of it. 1 took good care
of both, and they enjoyed cheating each
other. At one time I have known on my
route half a dozen ladies who were resting
under the belief that their husbands were
holding a correspondence w hich should
not be carried on. Each one would give
me minute directions that if I received a
letter from such and such a place to be
sure and hand it her, as it was impor
tant and interested both. No doubt it
did, but then l didn't think three should
take a hand in the business; only the hus
bands received thedaiuty epistles.
“But the increased facilities of the new
office offer the most extended opportuni
ties for sly work. Boxes are cheap, and
the latest’trick now is for husbands to
have their tender epistles sent to these
boxes. They have the key and no elsecan
get into it. If the wife happens to find
the key, why, she is easily satisfied by
being told it belongs to a door at the store
or the safe, or something of that sort.
You see, only one clerk or so knows any
thing of your letters. No one has an idea
where you live or anything else. But
then, postal clerks and letter carriers
learn quickly. Traveling salesmen are
becoming heavy patronizers of the boxes
since they have become cheap. The ex
cuse for these gentrv is that they receive
letters they do not wish to be sent home.
So the envelopes are dropped into their
boxes, and when they return from their
tours they find bundles of letters and no
one to ask questions that might bother
them to answer.”
The Farmer Still Tills the Soil.
A sudden change from poverty to wealth
is apt to turn men’s heads, but it has not
proved to be so with Mr. Elbert S. Mont
gomery. of Mt. Olivet, Ivy., who last week
received here, through the First National
Bank. $15,000, as the holder of one-fifth of
ticket No. Si,*oo, which drew the capital
prize in the April drawing of the Louis
iana State Lottery, costing him but one
dollar. He is at home pursuing the even
tenor of his way a9 a farmer, and shows
a disposition to use wisely the money
dame fortune has bestowed upon him.
When the jrnblic was inclined to doubt if
he would receive the money, he was of
fered. bv responsible parties, the amount
called for. less two per cent., but knowing
the integrity of the Louisiana State Lot
tery management, he declined the offer,
and has received $15,000 in full. It was
the first lottery ticket he ever held in his
life, and he paid for it the sum of oik dol
lar. — Mui/srilie (Ay.) Bulletin, April 29.
THE SAVANNAH MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, MAY 25, 1881.
A GAMBIiEII’S CAItEEK. •
Jim Keene on the Pacific Coast.
Chicago Daily yews.
San Francisco, May 10.—When, last
week, the news was telegraphed to this
coast that James R. Keene had been
stripped of his millions by Wall street
sharps, it caused little or no surprise, and
on all sides could be heard that oft-re
peated phrase “1 told you so.” The fail
ure of Keene recalls old times on Pine
street in this city, when- he, Ralston,
Mackey, Flood, O’Brien, I). O. Mills and
other big operators made things lively, and
kept stock dabblers watching the “ticker”
with breathless interest. But, alas! those
old times when millionaires and paupers
changed places in a day are no more,
and stock speculation iii San Francisco
is a thing ot the past. It is well that it is
so, too, for the coast is better without it.
Of all the heavy brokers and big opera
tors that made millions and spent them,
too, in this city none are left. The San
Francisco Stock Exchange building, one
of the most magnificent structures ’ in the
city, is no longer filled with brokers’ of
fices. Attorneys have usurped the
! greater portion of the building, and the
murmur of a subdued conversation be
tween counsel and client is now heard
therein instead of the ribald jests add
; merry shouts of the brokers. Time
changes all things, so it is said, and I
cannot think of a more remarkable exam
plification of the truth of the saying than
the stock business of the Pacific coast
presents.
Only a tew years ago everything was
booming and all sorts of mining stock
found a ready market at good, and in
many instances enormous prices. The
clinch game, however, was played too
often by the big dealers, and especially
by the bonanza crowd —Flood and
O’Brien. Then the bottom fell out of the
Comstock lode, and a grand crash fol
lowed. Innumerable small brokers and
operators were ruined, but as a general
thing the larger firms and heavy dealers
managed to pull out before the crash
came. This smash was virtually the
death-knell to stock speculation here, ancl
one broker alter another pulled up
stakes and sought new stock markets
to conquer at the East. A majority
headed for Wall street, and most of them
must have been scalped there, as they
have not been heard of since. Jim Keene
was one of the last to leave the coast, and
when he did depart, about five or six years
ago. lie took with him some $3,000.000 or
$1,000,000. This sum, after he entered
Wall street,he run up to $8,000,000, which
is the highest notch Keene’s fortune is
supposed ever to have reached. His losses
from time to time, the mortgaging of his
Newport property, the sale of some of his
most valuable paintings, and the final
wreck is familiar to all newspaper read
ers, consequently I will confine myself to
giving a short sketch of the great opera
tor’s career on this coast.
Originally Jim Keene came from Eng
land, but from what part I am unable to
say. It was along in the fifties that he
arrived in California, the plains over. He
took up his camp in the little town of
Shasta, finding employment as the driver
of a milk cart. This occupation was ill
suited for the future millionaire of chance,
and after a lew months he put on the milk
wagon brake and dropping the reins struck
out.for fields ancl pastures uew. His life
became that of a wanderer, and he led a
gypsy sort of existence, tramping from
camp to camp, doing just sufficient work
to enable him to get along. He always
hailed from Shasta, and this, taken in
connection with his vagabond proclivi
ties, earned for him the title of “The
tramp from Shasta,” which has clung to
him ever since. He was a queer genius
and in the mining camps was anything
but a favorite. The delvers after gold
disliked him and the feeling was returned
by Keene to an equal extent. No atten
tion was paid to his movements and just
when he quit tramping it from camp to
camp is not known.
He turned up in this city during the
early Comstock excitement as a curbstone
broker—that is, dealt in stocks outside
the board. This style of business at that
time was very heavy, and hundreds of
thousands of dollars changed hands on a
mere word of themoutb. Keene appeared to
be in his element as a broker, amt his luck
was simply phenomenal, and in a short
time he had a nice little bank accouut.
He was both shrewd, sharp, bold, and
fearless in his operations, and it was not
long ere he attracted the attention of such
operators as Ralston, Sharon, and the
Bank of California crowd, and
was engaged to operate for them on the
street. This he did with great success,
and, as he always looked out for No. 1, he
did not get left out in the cold himself.
After some two years on the street Keene
secured a seat in the stock board and, giv
ing up his street business, went into the
market as a legitimate broker, in the
board ne became a leader, and carried
things with a high hand. His good luck
stuck to him, and during the great bonan
za exeitement he made $1,000,000 in a
bull movement and as much more in
riding the stocks down a short time after
ward. A quick thinker, he would act be
fore his opponents had time to see his
move and clinch him.
On one or two occasions Keene ran
against the bonanza crowd—Flood,
Mackey and Fair—and, although every
body expected to see him thrown down,
he managed to come out right side up
with colors flying and considerable coin
ahead. Being worsted by a man single
handed, as may be imagined, was not cal
culated to inspire any friendly feelings
lor the tramp by the bonanza crowd, aitd
they swore to have Keene’s scalp. In
this they did not succeed, however, as the
bold broker pulled out of the market be
fore they had an opportunity. It is quite
probable, though, that, had he remained
on this coast, the bonanza firm would
have had the credit of breaking him in
stead of the Wall street crowd.
Personally Keene is not an attractive
man. He is haughty and overbearing; be
lias few friends and hardly any taste for
social distinction. T think that by nature
he is a gambler. During his resiuence
here he lived quietly in an elegant house
on one of the fashionable thoroughfares,
but bo never went into society, leaving
all that to his wife. In tact. Keene was
not fitted for the social world. He had a
good stud of racing stock, and was what,
in the parlance of sporting men, is called
a “high roller;” that is, in turf events he
backed his favorites with fabulous sums,
and frequently excitement got the bet
ter of his judgment in horse mat
ters, and he lost heavily. But what
ever he lost on the track one day he
generally made up in triple winnings in
the stock market the following day. His
house here in Sait Francisco was recently
sold at auction and presented many evi
dences of the millionaire’s strange taste.
His bed-chamber, wherein he was wont
to lie in the still watches of the night and
map out the campaign of the following
day, was built with a vaulted ceiling
frescoed to represent the heavens. His
taste in pictures was for landscapes, and
his statuary was principally composed of
nude subjects in bronze atid marble. If
he had a library there were no traces of it
in the house, and the only book visible
was a well-worn prayer-book.
The tramp from Shasta, however, had
his good qualities, and one of the most
conspicuous traits in his character was
gratitude. When, in 1575, the Bank of
California closed, and everything on the
coast was supposed to have gone to smash,
Keene, with others, came to the rescue
of the institution. He was involved in
the failure to the extent of about $2,000,-
000 in coin, which he had on deposit.
Ralston had been good to Keetfe in his
earlier and struggling days, and putting
aside the fact that he was financially in
volved the then millionaire broker came
to the front with a check for $250,000 to
aid the institution in straightening mat
ters out. Other millionaires, among them
I). O. Mills, William Sharon, E. J. (Lucky)
Baldwin, and others, also chipped iu, and
the bank was enabled to pay dollar for
dollar.
This is the one bright incident in the ca
reer of Keene on the coast that is well
known. Asa general thing, however, the i
people out here do not like him, and bis
tailure has not caused much sorrow. As
for myselt, I believe that the ex-million
aire was a much better man than people
give him credit for, and it is asserted on
good authority that he was a charitable 1
man and contributed largely to charitable
institutions on this coast. But he is not
broke yet. He will have enough to get
along on comfortably for the rest Cf his
lile, as just prior to his departure from
this city he settled some $230,000 in gov
ernment bonds on his wile. When he left
this coast he stated that he was going to
break Gould or Vanderbilt. He was san
guine that he would, but he reckoned
without his host. He could run the San
Francisco market, but when he fell up
against such operators as Gould, Vander
bilt anti Uusseil Sage, he was out of his
depth, and went under, as many other
misguided man before him has.
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Hurd Makes a Scrawl Like a Hen
Track, and Morrison’s is Crooked as
His Tariff Bill.
A favorite occupation, says the Wash
ington correspondent of the Times-Star ,
among the pages at the House end of the
capitol during the quiet which succeeds
the tarift agony, is that of procuring au
tographs. Perhaps it might better be
said, however, that it is a favorite busi
ness, tor these little fellows make a busi
ness of it. You can see them any hour
before the opening of the session, or imme
diately after its close, when members are
still in their seats, rushing about, auto
graph album in bands, usking members
for their signatures.
“You see,” explained one of them, as he \
stopped to catch his breath after dashing 1
here and theieamongthe assembled solons
just before the fall of the Speaker’s gavel,
“you see we get from $o to $lO for getting
these albums filled, aud it is worth while
making the effort.”
“Whose are these albums?”
“Oh! people in and out of Washington;
a good many of them belong to families of
members, especially from the rural dis
tricts; some are from Washington people
and others from outside tin city.”
“Are there many requests ot this kind ?”
“Yes, a good many; nearly every fellow
among us pages has’an album or two, and
sometimes tiiree and four during a ses
sion, to get filled. There are a hundred or
two filled a session.”
“Do you have much trouble in getting
these autographs from members?”
“Not very often. There are a few cranks
who won’t give them to us. There is Bel
mont, of New York, for instance. Suppose
he is afraid somebody might forge his
signature; he is rich’, you know. He
never will give a fellow his autograph.
Lots of fellows have tried him, but he
won’t do it. There are some others who
do not like it much, but if you catch them
when they are in a good humor you al
most always get them, but Belmont won’t
under any circumstances.”
They are a curious study—these albums
filled with the autographs of the law-mak
ers of the country, running from the Presi
dent down; for your autograph collector
usually begins at the White House down
through Cabinet officers, Justices of the
Supreme Court, Senators and Representa
tives. Of course the President’s autograph,
where one album is to contain the entire
lot afore mentioned, ip the first, and a
queer one is. "Chester A. Arthur,” it !
says, all written with scarcely raising i
the pen from the paper. The letters lean
way over toward the right, chasing each |
other in a hen-track way over the paper, !
sometimes uphill, sometimes down, j
There is character and vigor iu the ;
signature, but it is neither graceful nor |
business-like. It is a great, hurried j
scrawl. Mr. Waite, Chief Justice of the (
Sup;erne Court, signs himself "M. R.
Waite, Chief Justice, United States,” the
letters chasing each other up hill in a
somewhat dignified, ambitious sort of
way. Mr. Justice Miller signs himself
"Sam. F. Miller, Justice of the Supreme )
Court, U. S„” but the signature might as I
well be “Sal an Julia.” so far as its legi- j
bility is concerned, for it looks more like j
those two feminine appellations than that j
of a Justice of the Supreme Court.
Judge Reagan, of Texas, the ex-Postmas
ter General of the Confederacy, signs with
a very unsteady, serambly sort of band,
that looks as though it had been written
by a railroad laborer rather than an ex-
Postmaster General of the Confederacy.
Congressman Singleton, of Mississippi,
who was a member of the Confederate
Congress, writes a very pretty, neat
hand, straight as though written upon
Lines, characteristic of this tall, slender,
neatly attired old man of seventy.
Barkesdale, of Mississippi, who was
also a member of the Confederate Con
gress, whites as though he was writing
for a deaf man, with characters very
large and high and broad. His name
stretches clear across the page of the
album, and with his post office address
reaches down and covers one-third of its
length.
Carlisle, the Speaker, signs-in a most
ridiculous school boy hand—“J. G. Car
lisle, Ivy.” It Is a' curious signature,
weak and devoted of character. The J
is more like an O than a J, and the
average reader would probably make
“Caroline” out of the Carlisle.
Hill, of Illinois, who is a college
graduate, and a gentleman of large ex
perience, makes a signature as large as
his experience, stretching it across the
full sheet and occupying nearly a half
page with the signature and address.
Murray, of Ohio, writes •‘respectfully”
and then follows with a lot of marks
which looks as though he had been test
ing a very bad pen. It may spell out “It.
M. Murray,” but no living man would
ever suspect it of being that. There are
some curious contradictious among these
signatures, lor the man in the whole
House from whom you would have ex
pected the worst signature, writes the
best. This is Kleiner, of Indiana. His
signature is, as the boys putjit, like copy
book writing, and yet he writes it with
lightning-like rapidity, as is the case in
all of his writing.
Belford, of Colorado, who would not bo
expected to write a decipherable signa
ture, signs with a very plain, business
like hand. Budd, of Caliloruia, who dis
tinguished himself in his campaign for
Congress, by going about his district paint
ing the words on every rock and tree,
“Vote for Budd,” now signs in a modest,
plain, hand, “Yours truly, James H.
Budd, Stockton, Cal.” One of the oddest
signatures in the House is that ofMcCoid,
of lowa, which might be much better if
that gentleman would make the effort,
for he is a person of intelligence and con
siderable ability. John B. Raymond, of
Dakota, the live thousand acre farmer,
writes a very neat, business-like hand.
The signature which looks like “S.
Sloan, New York,” turns out to be, on ex
amination, “S. S. Cox.” Joe Blackburn
signs himself in a school boy stylo “Joe
C. S. Blackburn, Kentucky,” Dick Towns
hend signs “Truly yours, R. \V. Towns
hend, Shawnee Town, 111.,” in large,
high, rough characters, as though he wore
shouting at the top of his I
voice, as he doe3 daily. I’ettibone, who
from his looks, would be expected to
write a wretched hand, signs in good,
clear, round characters. John 1). White's
signature is much like his voice, loud
and pitched very high. Mr. Turner, ot
Kentucky, whose district is termed the
Democratic Gibraltar, ot that State,
signs “Yours, Oscar Turner, Gibralter
county, Kentucky.” Chaco, the Rhode
Island Quaker, signs “Forty-eight Con
gress, first session, Jonathan Chace, R. I.”
Deuster, of Wisconsin, signs himself in
a hand which you instinctively recognize
as that of a foreigner.
A curious hen track, sort of scrawl,
with the words, “Toledo, Ohio,” follow
ing it are found, on an examination of the
directory, to be “Frank H. Hurd,” for
Hurd is’tlie only man from Toledo, Ohio.
Beach, of New York, who chanced to
sign on April 1, preceded his signature
with the quotation, “What fools we mor
tals be,” and then, after his signature, he
writes, “All-fools Day.” Ochiltree signs,
“Tom Ochiltree, Galveston, Texas.” in ••
very bad hand. Phelps, of New Jersey,
signs, “Wm. Walter Phelps,” in a very
esthetic hand, the W’s spelling out at the
bottom like double Jersey onions. Sprin
ger spreads himself over the page as he
does over the House, signing himself
with a very characteristic remark, “I am
verv truly vours, W. M. Springer, Spring
field. 111, May the 3d, ’84.”
Blount, of Georgia, signs in a “regular
lady’s hand,” as the boys put it. Randall
signs “Sara. J. Randall, Penn.,” in a very
plain business-like hand. Rosecrans
writes “W. S. Rosecrans, M. C.,” in a
rickettv hand like that of a man suffer
ing from rheumatism. Morrison’s signa
ture is a curious one of thin crooked
I lines, the letters chasing eaeh other up
: hill in a very irregular and undignified
way. A half dozen of the names are
utterly unintelligible—they might bo
“John Smith” or Peter Jones,” or “Mich
; ael Mulchery,” so far as appearances go.
i Reference to the Congressional directory,
j however, and comparison ot the resi
dences given there with those accom
panying these, some names shows them
to be Foran of Ohio, Dibble of South
Carolina, Waite of Connecticut, Shaw
| of Illinois, and Arnotof New York.
Valdosta, Ga., June 28, 1883.
Dr. J. Brad field: Dear Sik—l have, as
you know, been selling your Female Regu
lator for years, and 1 have had a steadily
increasing demand for it, anil it gives the
very best satisfaction. I frequently sell
it to physicians who use it in their prac
tice with satisfactory results.
Yours truly, R. Thomas. M. 1).,
and Druggist.
Treatise on the Health and Happiness
of Woman mailed free.
Bradfield Regulator Cos.,
Box 28, Atlanta, Ga,
AN EVENTFUL TKIP.
Incidents That Enlivened the Journey
of a Traveling Salesman.
Xtw York Sun.
“If I didn’t have a trip spiced with
variety this time,” said Commercial
Traveler John Gilbert, “then I’ll give you
my commissions. *
“To start with, when we stopped at
Trenton, where I had some business, I
was requested by a couple of train men
to give them a band toward lifting a man
off the cowcatcher of the locomotive.
Nobody knew when be got on there, or
how far lie had ridden, but he was dead.
From that time on my trip was quite dull
until I struck a town in Pennsylvania
called McKeesport. People were all
worked up there over a little incident that
had just occurred.
“Two boys, while digging in the bank
of the river, had uncovered about half a
peck of silver dollars. They were hurry
ing home with the boodle when they were
stopped by a strange man wearing a straw
hat and red hair, lie made the boys show
him what they had. They wore carrying
the money in their hats, 'fliey showed
up, and he told ’em that lie had lost that
money himsell and had just missed it. and
was on his way back to look tor it. So
the boys handed it over to him, hats and
all, and took to their heels.
“The man who had so luckily recovered
his money couldn’t afterward be lound,
and the whole community was out look
ing for him. It seems the money had
been hidden more than forty year’s ago,
and had belonged to some old resident
who had been murdered and robbed in liis
bed. That’s what they told me, and folks
were very mad about the way the find had
turned out.
“Then 1 struck a little quiet place
called Windsor, and the town was 60
worked up over a family disturbance
that I bad to leave without doing any
business at all. It seems that one of the
citizens.of tbe place had been sent to thd
penitentiary some months before for’pick
ing up a man’s halter strap and going
away with it, witnout thinking to take off
the horse that happened to be at the end
of it. His widow married another man,
and subsequently exchanged him for an
other. The first one got mad, and the sec
ond one inserted a knife iu the first one’s
neck. This led to quite a family row, and
the citizens of the place, male and female,
took charge of both the lady and gentle
man in the ca£e, and ran them out of
town with bells on. Consequently, society
was all torn tip, and the stores hadn’t
taken their shutters down yet, and I
moved on.
“At Franklin things were comparative
ly quiet. A young lady had eloped with
a man her father had a grudge against,
ami the old man had lammed the life
nearly out of the young fellow and taken
the girl away from him. There was a
constable looking lor the old man when I
got there, but there was no stir.
“At Oil City I met a man who was look
ing for a team and wagon, his wife, three
children, and a man that used to clerk for
him up in York State somewhere. He
had tracked them as far as Titusville, but
there they gave him the slip. He seemed !
to take things pretty cool, unless there j
was something hot in’ what he took at the j
bar every ten minutes.
“At Butler, a man St years old, with
great-grandchildren old enough to be mar
ried, had come in from the back country
aud was looking for someone to marry
him to a girl not yet 10. lie was leading
her around by the hand. This didn’t stop
business in the place, but it made talk.
He wasn’t married yet when 1 left. The
girl was nice looking, iffiat, and smart,
and I wondered what she could be think
ing of. I found out later that the old
man had a tip-top tarm and $25,000 in
cash.
“At Petrolia the people were out look
ing for a wild man. They hadn’t lost one.
but they seemed anxious’ to find this one,
because he was chiefly engaged in butch
ering sheep and things that are usually
left around loose in the fields out there.
Before the wild man came to disturb
them a long-headed old citizen had been
robbed for the third time by masked
burglars. He had the habit of keeping
a hundred thousand dollars or so stuck
away in coffee pots, stockings, old boots,
and such, because he didn’t believe in
banks. The tolks were so broke up over
the wild man that I thought it would be
too bad to mention business to them, so I
grabbed my cripsack and shook the place.
“I got to Port Alleghany just in time to
hear of the suicide of an old gentleman
who had tour living wives, and who had
tired of life, after burning down the barns
of the fourth. Things were quiet, though,
and the funeral was small. I got on to
the Erie road at Olean, and turned up in
Hornellsville in time to see a horse run
ning away at the rate of twenty miles an
hour with a corpulent gentleman of Teu
tonic cast of features. The gentleman at
tempted to jump out, and did. But he
fell in front of the wagon, and both
wheels went over him right at the belt.
That upset the wagon. The gentleman
got up and walked to a board fence and
laid down. Some men carried him
into a hotel. The horse and wagon went
on. In a few minutes they came back.
The horse was trotting gently. A stout
lady sat in the wagon driving. It turned
out to be the gentleman’s wife. She had
stopped the horse and righted things, and
came back to see what was the matter.
Her husband breathed hard for a while,
then took a glass of beer, got in the
wagon, and the two drove away as cheer
ful as if nothing had happened.
“1 don’t know what else would have
happened on my trip if I hadn’t taken a
sleeping car at Hornellsville and came
right straight through to New York.”
DICKENS’ ODD CURIOSITY SHOP.
The Cast of an Alleged Jtookcry Im
mortalized by the Great Novelist.
Lonthm Daily Kews,
“I’m gettin’ heartily sick on’t!” ex
claimed the lady of the house, a genial,
pleasant soul, with humor in her eye, to
our representative, when he called' upon
her to ask permission to explore No. 14
Portsmouth street. And not without
reason, indeed, for Dickens’ “Old Curiosity
Shop” and the street where it stands are
constantly crowded with visitors and
sightseers. “And one well-dressed per
son,” said my hostess, w ith a sniff of con
tempt, “asked me it he might take a brick
away with him as a relic! T will smooth
it down and it shall be an heirloom in my
family forever.’ A lunatic, I call him.
And who knows but he beats his wife?”
But this gentleman, brimming over with
sentiment, walked off with a brick under
his coat nevertheless.
Many artists have visited the spot lately,
for it ’is to be torn down, and maiiy
sketches from every point of the compass
have been taken. On Monday, in the
short space of half an hour, a photog
raper blocked up Sheffield street with
his camera, three reporters were busy
taking notes, and two other gentlemen
were hard at work sketching the ruins,
much to the amusement ot ’the odd fish
who constitute the ‘ neighborhood.” Even
during the few minutes X spent in the
upper regions of No. 14, one lady came
up the creaking steps, peered in', apolo
gized for the intrusion, viewed the chaos,
remarked that it was a pity, and descend
ed. “I come from Boston,” 1 hoard her
murmur. It may be said, en parenthese,
that a roaring trade is being done in little
pictures of the exterior, which may be
had for “2d. plain” and “4d. colored.”
Miss Anderson is a constant visitor (so I
was told) and insists upon drinking a
dish of tea in the parlor when the parlor
is once more cosy and rejuvenated. A
charming young lady, and so affable.”
“The Old Curiosity Shop” stands in the
southwest corner of Lujcoln’s-inn-fields
and occupies an angle of Portsmouth
street, one window looking northwest, the
other two lacing Sheffield street. The red
tile* and the overhanging roof have a
quaint, old-fashioned air about them, and
afford a pleasant relief for the hideous
yellow plaster on which is painted, in
great, vulgar letters, the name with
which it has been endowed, “Immortal
ized by Dickens,” and just below, in un
holy contrast, “11. Roole, Waste Paper
Dealer”—some rag collector who will get
such an advertisement as many a pushing
politician would give his eye for. ’ Heavv
joists give the house support now, and the
yawning gap overhead shows the ruined
mass of bricks and mortar.
A Considerate Husband.
Philadelphia Call .
Mrs. Blank—“ Here is a funny item
which says that a married man can be
distinguished by the way in which he
carries an umbrella over his wife, care
fully shielding himself aud leaving her
exposed to the drippings.”
Mr. Blank—“lt is not true, though.”
Mrs. Blank—“No, it is not. You never
do it. You were a good deal more awk
ward at carrying an umbrella over me be
fore we were married than you have been
since.”
Mr. Blank—“Ah!”
Mrs. Blank—“ Yes; I had several bon
nets and two dresses ruined by the drip
pings in those days. But you have be
come ever so much more careful.”
Mr. Blank—“ Yes, indeed. 1 have to pay
for your things myselt low,”
" Uncle Cale’s” Pension.
Boston Globs.
. “Thank the Lord; thank the Lord’, it
has come at last, and I have waited so
long, so long.”
it was a pleasant spring evening, and
the loalers who were occupying the out
door benches in front of the country post
office of a little agricultural town in
Penobscot county, Me., looked up to see
who was uttering such thanksgivings. An
old man, with long, thin, grav hair, was
coming otit through the door,’ holding in
his bony hands an envelope and several
papers bearing the official headlines of
the United States Pension Office. After
nearly twenty weary years of w aiting, old
Caleb Woods, “Uncle Cale,” as he Was
familiarly called by the younger resi
dents, had at last got a pension for his
lost son aud the documents were in Ims
possession.
Away back in the sixties Uncle Cale
was a prosperous farmer, who owmed a
string of land running back from the
Penobscot river towards the east. In ad
dition to lands, buildings and real estate
he had a nice family of three daughters
and a son. lie thought more of these
last than he did of money, afid when his
only boy came home one night and told
him he had enlisted in the Second Maine
Regiment and was going to the war. the
old man encouraged him with words of
praise until he was gone, and then went
into his little room and vowed that the
light of day and life itself were gloom to
him until his safe return. An then came
the_waiting. Johnny was an active, in-
telligent young man, and soon won his
way to a commission. He went through
the first Bull Ilun and the arduous Penin
sula campaign under McClellan, without
a scar and untouched by the fatal hand of
sickness, that in those days killed more
than bullets. The regiment enlisted for
two years, and when it had served out
that time Johnny and his comrades went
to Washington to be mustered out and re
turn home. It was while waiting here for
his discharge that an officer at the War
Department, who had become acquainted
with Johnny in Virginia, requested him
To become a bearer of dispatches to the
Army of the Cumberland. Johnny con
sented, drew his pay—some s3oo—deposit
ed it in a bank, and Lieut. Woods started
on a mission from which he never re
turned. Just before one of the large bat
tles that were fought at that time he
w rote a letter to his father, saying his
duties would end in a few days and he
would come home to the old farm to stay.
And that was all that was ever heard of
him.
The father waited, lie did not come; he
wrote, they could give no information.
The time passed, as time will pass, no
matter who lives or dies; the days ran
on into weeks, the weeks dragged by to
months, and the months, with their storms
and calms, passed into years, and Uncle
Cale watched at the doorwav and visited
the post office in vain. No tidings came,
and all but the old man had given up the
boy as one of the dead long ago.
The war was closed and Grant’s first
administration was drawing to an end,
when the father received a letter from
the cashier of a bank in Washington stat
i ing there was a sum of money deposited
! there payable to the order of iiis son, and
‘ asking what he should do with it. The
boy’s death could not be proved and the
money was withheld. All this time the
old man was growing feebler and less
able to carry on the farm. His daughters
had all died but one, and she had married
a poor man, who could ill afford to sup
port any one outside his own family. Of
late years Uncle Cale had rented his
large farm house to summer boarders,and
the money he made from this, with what
little hay he could spare, w r ere the sinews
that enabled him to contend with ap
proaching poverty.
Among tlie migratory birds of pleasure
that sought out this Maine farm house for
a retreat last summer was one Mrs. Ness,
a middle-aged lady from Eastern Tennes
see, who had come North for the purpose
of trying the effects of the climate on an
invalid daughter. The simple, old-fashion
ed ways of the old man, with his child
like pratfle, were something new to her,
who was accustomed to the artificial cant
of society, and he interested her so much
that in a short time she knew his whole
story. When he told her how Johnny had
gone away to the West on a mission tS
Sherman’s army and had never returned,
she became deeply moved and asked him
how his boy looked and what his rank
was. As the father went on with his tale
he took out a faded photograph from Uis
old leather wallet and showed it to her,
saying:
“That’s Johnny’s picture; he had it
taken just before he wrote his last let
ter. ”
She looked at it for a moment with a
puzzled gaze as if she were trying to re
call old memories; then she passed it
back to him.
“I was with him when he died,” said
she, mechanically.
After the surprised father had become
quieted a little, she told him the story.
Her husband was fighting iu the Con
federate army and she was at home with
a few servants. One day some negroes
brought a dying Union soldier to her
house. They had found him lying uncon
scious by the road side. From • the deliri
ous titterings of the sick man she judged
that he was trying to escape to the Fed
eral lines. On the next he died, and site
got a casket and had him decently buried
on a little knoll at the side of her house.
Neither from his talk nor from any pa
pers found upon his person could’ she
learn his name or home, and she had
numbered bun as one of the unknown
dead, and the incident had nearly passed
from her memory, when one glance at the
photograph recalled his fresh, boyish
features back from the sad past and
caused her to remember the scenes she
hail struggled to forget.
Acting on the suggestion of Mrs. Ness
the old fanner set about establishing his
claim for the money, at the same time
making an application for a pension.
The proofs were sufficient, and the same
mail that told Uncle Cale that his peusio
was allowed brought him a check, paya
ble to his order, for the money that John
ny had deposited, together with interest
for all the intervening years. The neigh
bors were all glad for the old man. The
money would enablejhiin to live without
work They came in to congratulate him,
and told him he ought to be happy now
and take things easy. But somehow or
another happiness didn’t seem to come.
Perhaps it was the responsibility ot*hav
ing to struggle for a living, and perhaps it
was the lingering hope that his
soldier boy was alive that had
held him up, and make him
in a measure contented to wait and work
through the long years. Whatever it was
he had been cheerful even when all around
were sad. Now when his prospects were
so bright it seems strange that he should
not try and enjoy himself more. He was
not sad, but the old acting business-like
way of doing things was gone, and he
acted like a person who walks in his
sleep. He did not try to work any, but
yet he had a horror of spending the
money. Whenever lie bought anything
he would say ihat he had sold his boy to
the United States twenty years ago and
had just got paid for him.
“lie brought a good price and I can’t
complain, but I wish I hadn’t sold him.
It seems too bad to spend the money,”
said he to a grocer of whom he bought a
barrel ot flour.
Away back in war times he and bis
■ giris used to got together in the twilight
and sing the tunes that were then popu
lar. They did this nearly every evening
all through the war, and did not quit it
altogether until the young folks got mar
ried. Soon after the old man received his
money ho began to sing again, and would
go about tbe house warbling“ When John
ny comes marching home again,” in his
quivering voice from morning until
night.
As times went on his stern, Puritanic
face began to change its expression. His
cheeks became flushed and plump, like a
child’s, and his eyes were brighter than
they were wont to be. This look caused
liis daughter so much anxiety that she
spoke to a physician about it, and asked
him what made her father's face so
bright.
“’Tis the light from ‘a land that is fair
er than day,”’ said he.
Still the old man had 3uch a good ap
petite, he slept so soundly, and moved
about so much as he had been in the habit
of doing, that no one suspected he was
drawing near the end of his journey. All
through his life he had been an early
riser, but since he laid ceased to labor he
began to lie abed until late in the morning.
One day he was later than usual about
getting up, and when his daughter went
to call him the found only his lifeless
body. The straage light was still on his
face, but his eyes were closed like those
of a mau who. is afraid of being dazzled.
On the day after tho funeral a letter
came' to him from his friends in the
South, congratulating him on his good
luck and asking him to go on and visit
Johnny's grave.
It was too late. Johnny’s grave had no
attractions for him now.
Asa Cure for Sore Throat and Coughs,
“Broicn’s Bronchial Troches” have been
thoroughly tested, and maiutain their
good reputation.
A Woman's Pair of Now Shoes.
Chicago Tribune.
When a woman has anew pair of shoes
sent home she performs altogether differ
ent from a man. She never" shoves her
toes into them and yanks and hauls until
she is red in the face and all out ot breath,
and then goes stamping aud kicking
around, but pulls them on part way care
fully, twitches them off again to’take a
last look and see if she has got the right
one, pulls them on again, looks at them
dreamily, says they are just right, then
takes another look, steps suddenly to
smooth out the wrinkle, twists around and
surveys them sideways,exclaims, “Mercy,
how loose they are,” looks at them again
square in front, works her feet around so
they won’t hurt her quite so auch.
takes them off, looks at the heels, the toe,
the bottom, and then inside, puts them on
again, walks up and down the room once
or twice, remarks to her better-half that
she won’t have them at any price, tilts
down the mirror so she can see how they
look, turns in every possible direction,
and nearly dislocates her neck trying to
6ee how they look from that way,’ backs
off, steps up again, takes thirty or forty
farewell looks, says they make her feet
look awful big and will never do in the
world, puts them off and on three or four
times move, asks her husband what he
thinks about it, and pays no attention to
what he says, goes through it all again,
and finally says she will take them. It is
a very simple matter, indeed.
A Mysterious Old Woman Who IJves In
a Hut.
Leadcille Democrat.
There are a good many eccentric char
acters scattered around over Colorado and
probably more in the vicinity of Leadville
than in any other part of the State. One
of tlie queer characters to whom the at
tention of travelers is always directed as
they go over the road to Aspen is the old
woman that lives in a little cabin just
this side of the summit in the edge of the
heavy growth of timber that abounds
until the road reaches timber lines. No
one knows her name or how she subsists.
She lives there winter and summer, and
is said to own a number of claims that are
scattered about the mountain side. She
manages to get assessment work done in
some way, but so far as any one knows
she has never taken out any mineral nor
sold any of the properties. She is a mys
tery to all who have seen her, for that is
all they can say. No one knows whither
she came or where her relatives live, if
she has any. How she makes enough to
live on no one lias ally idea, and she does
not seem to be inclined to enlighten
them.
Black lace points are utilized by loop
ing them to torni a hood in the back and
shirring them in at the waist line. Then
with a loop upon the shoulders they make
pretty mantles.
glottimq.
If You Have Not Got Time to Come
Yourself, Semi Your Orders.
YOU NEED A NEW SUlf! NOW IS THE
TIME TO GET IT. WHY NOT BE COM
FORTABLE, WHEN YOU CAN AT SO LIT
TLE EXPENSE? OUR SUIT STOCK IS COM
PLETE YET, BUT THEY ARE GOING FAST.
COME ON AND GET FITTED AT ONCE.
SUIT PANTS, ALPACA COATS, ETC., FOR
MEN, YOUTHS, BOYS AND CHILDREN,
AND ALL AT THE LOWEST PRICES.
HATS FOR ALL,
AND A HAT FOB YOU.
STRAW HATS, MANILLA HATS, PEARL
COLORED HATS.
“KING OF SHIRTS,”
FURNISHING GOODS,
UNDERWEAR, NECK WEAR, JEANS DRAW
ERS, ETC.
Chas. Logan & Cos.,
THE WAVANNAII
Clothing & Hal Store,
13!) CONGRESS STREET.
Jtsportmrn’o ©ooDo.
Arms & Aimiitioj a Specialij.
P. O. KESSLER & CO.,
IMPORTERS and Dealers in GUNS, RIFLES,
I PISTOLS. AMMUNITION and FISHING
TACKLE. Agents for KING’S GREAT
WESTERN POWDER COMPANY, most
popular Powder in use; offer tlietr Fine Stock
ot At iis at Importers’ Prices.
Send for Illustrated Price-List and Illus
trated Pamphlet showing sizes of Grain of
Powder, free.
Guns for lure. Shells loaded, and Repairing
done witli dispatch.
SSoDa Ulatcr, etc.
SVIIKE T. QLIIWASM,
Manufacturer and Bottler of Belfast
Ginger Ale, Cream Soda, Soda, Sarsapa
rilla and Mineral Waters generally, is now
prepared to supply any demand. My goods,
being prepared from chemically pure water
and extracts,defy competition. Having ample
facilities for lilting country orders, I only ask
a trial from those doing business out of town to
demonstrate what I can do in shipping prompt
ly. Syrups of all kinds furnished. Orders
from 'physicians for highly charged Siphons
for sick patients filled at any hour of the day
or night.
Day—Factorv, 110 and 112 Broughton street.
Night—Residence, 80 Broughton street. .
Soda stands using fountains will save money
by ordering from me.
StrarotierticsG Gtc.
Fresl Sttatimi
RECEIVED EVERY -MORNING,
VEFt Y FINE,
AT
F. L. GEORGE S,
COR. STATE AND WHITAKER STS.
fjotrlo.
The Metropolitan Hotel,
BROADWAY AXl> PRINCE STREETS,
NEW YOIIK,
TNIRST-CLASS in all its appointments and
U unsurpassed by any hotel in the city.
Is especially inviting to business men’visit
ing city with their families.
Kates Reduced to $3 Per Day.
HENRY CLAIR, Lessee
HARNETT HOUSE,
SAVANNAH, GA.,
ITS conceded to be the most comfortable ard
A by far the best conducted Hotel in Savan
uah. Rates: $2 per day.
M. L. HARNETT,
JEWETT’S
If aterFiM Cooler
WATER FILTERS,
Ice Cream Churns, Stoves, Crockery
and Glassware.
For sale at lowest prices.
JOHN 1 DOUGLASS & CO.,
150 Broughton street, Savannah, Ga.
I> OCTOKS
AGREE THAT PURE WATER IS ESSEN
TIAL TO
HEALTH.
TO PROCURE THIS USE
STEVENS’
DPIAEB FILTER!
BY this method the sediment (instead of
settling into and clogging the Filter) is
deposited at the bottom ami can be removed
at any time.
Call and see them at the CROCKERY
HOUSE of
JAS. S. SILVA.
yium Sup pliro.
JOHN NICOLSON,
DEALER IN
Plumbers’,Machinists’
•-AND
MILL SUPPLIES,
Wrought and Cast Iron
Pipe and Fittings,
—AND—
Brass and Irou Cocks and Valves for
Steam, Gas and Water.
30 and 32 Drayton Street,
SAVANNAH, GA.
|Uatcl)po anD
Greal Reduction in Prices
. —OF—
WATCHES and JEWELRY
AT
A. L. DESBOUILLONS,
21 Bull Street.
I ABIES’ Gold Watches, key-winders, S2O,
-J reduced to sl6.
Ladies’ Gold Watches, key winders, $23,
reduced to S2O.
Ladies’ Gold Watches, stem winders, S3B, re
duced to S3O.
Ladies’Gold Watches, stem winders, $56, re
duced to S4B.
Ladies’ Gold Watch Chains, S3B, reduced to
S3O.
Ladies’ Gold Watch Chains, $35, reduced to
m.
Ladies’ Gold Watch Chains, $55, reduced to
$43.
Gents’ Cameo Rmgs, $lO and sl2, reduced to
$8 and si.
Diamond Ear Rings and Diamond Finger
Rings at a bargain.
Silver-Plated Ware reduced 20 per cent.
Gold Pens and Gold Pencils very cheap.
Fine French Clocks very much reduced.
This is a FineUliance for Baying Fine
(roods at Low Figures.
A. L. DESBOUILLONS,
2( Bull Street.
ATTh.MEYER’S,
120 Broughton Street,
You will always find a superior stock of
Mm Mete,
“ROCK CRYSTAL”
Eye-Glasses and Spectacles,
FLORIDA CURIOSITIES.
A stock of elezant SOLID GOLD JEWEL
RY and the very lowest prices.
I make it a point Jo sell the best and most
reliable goods only.
F. 11. MEYER.
Deltaic uSto.
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j Appliances are sent en 3U Days’ Trial TO
MEN ONLY. YOUNG OR OLD, who are suffer
ing from Nervous Dkwlitt, Lost Vitality,
Wasting Weaknesses, and all those diseases of a
Personal Nailre, resulting from Abuses and
Other Causes, speedy relief and complete
restoration to Health, Vigor and Manhood
Guaranteed. Send at once for Illustrated
Pamphlet free. Address ,
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