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UNREQUITED
Oh, fair sweet Love with tender eyes of brown.
You with your pure Madonna face you
seemed
To me an angel from the sties set down.
When first the sunlight of your presence
streamed
Across my vision glorious as the dawn.
And if in'those dear after days I dreamed.
Pure hearted one, wliile.l lay at your feet.
That I might win you, chide me not, Oh
Sweet 5
Drunk with the love-light in your eyes I
deemed
The purifying power of love had drawn
Mv soul from out the cloud of sin that lay
Above it like a pall. Igo my way
Loving you none the less since I have known
My dream of dreams for many days, was
o’er:— . .
Oh, heart of gold I dared to think mv own,
Loving so much I cannot love you more.
The chance acquaintance of a summer s day
I am to von: but I while life endures,
Av, after death, will love you. for I know.
And glory in the thought. Oh, Love, that
tho’
You are not mine I am forever yours.
— Clirtnc* L. Paris, in Current.
Some New American Stories
Produced by a Combination of News
papers, and Published Serially,
in Parts, Every Sunday.
I.
[Copyright, ISSt, by Henry James.]
PANDORA.
By Henry James,
first PART.
It has long been the custom of the North
German Lloyd steamers which ecnvey
passengers from Bremen to New York to
anchor for several hours in the pleasant
port of Southampton, where their human
cargo receives many additions. An in
telligent young German, Count Otto
Vogel stein', hardly knew, a few years ago,
whether to condemn this custom or ap
prove it. He leaned over the bulwarks qf
the Donau as the American passengers
crossed the plank—the travelers who em
bark at Southampton are mainly of that
nationality—and curiously, indifferently,
vaguely, through the smoke of his cigar,
saw them absorbed in the huge capacity of
the ship, where he had the agreeable con
sciousness that his own nest was comfort
ably made. To watch from a point of van
tage the struggles of later comers—of the
uninformed, the unprovided, the be
wildered—is an occupation not devoid of
sweetness, and there was nothing to miti
gate the complacency with which our
young friend gave himself up to it: noth
ing, that is, save a natural benevolence
which had not yet been extinguished by
the consciousness of official greatness.
For Count Y’ogelstein was official, as I
think you would nave seen from the
straightness of his back, the lustre of his
light, elegant spectacles, and something
discreet and diplomatic in the curve of
his moustache, which looked as if it might
well contribute to the principal function,
as cynics say, of the lips, the concealment
of thought, lie had been appointed to the
Secretaryship of the German Legation at
Washington, and in these first days
of the autumn he was going to
take possession of his post. He was a
model character for such a purpose—
serious, civil, ceremonious, stiff, inquisi
tive, stuffed with knowledge, and con
vinced that at present the German Em
pire is the country in the world most high
ly evolved. He was quite aware, how
ever, of the claims of the United States,
and that this portion of the globe present
ed an enormous field for study. The pro
cess of inquiry had already begun, in
spite of his having as yet spoken to none
of his fellow passengers, for Vogelstein in
quired not only with his tongue—he in
quired with his eyes (that is, with his
spectacles), with his ears, with his nose,
with his palate, with all his senses and
organs. He was an excellent young man,
and his only fault was that he had not a
high sense of humor. He had enough,
however, to suspect this deficiency, and
he was aware that he was about to visit a
highly humorous people. This suspicion
gave him a certain mistrust of what might
be said of him, and if circumspection
is the essence of diplomacy, our
young aspirant promised well. His mind
contained several millions of facts, packed
too closely together for the light breeze of
the imagination to draw through the
mass. He was impatient to report him
self to his superior in Washington, and
the loss of time in an English port could
only incommode him, inasmuch as the
study of English institutions was no part
of his mission. But, on the other hand,
the day was charming, the blue sea, in
Southampton water, pricked all over with
light, had no movement but that ot its in
finite shimmer. And he was by no means
sure that he should be happy in the United
States, where doubtless he should find
himself soon enough disembarked. He
knew that this was not an important
question, aud happiness was an unscien
tific term, which he was ashamed to
use even in the silence of his
thoughts. But lost in the inconsiderate
crowd, and feeling himself neither in his
own country nor in that to which he was
in a maiiuer accredited, he was reduced
to his mere personality; so that, for the
moment, to fill himself out, he tried to
have an opinion on the subject of this de
lav to which the German steamer was
subjected in English waters. It appeared
to him that it might be proved to he con
siderably greater than the occasion de
manded. Count Vogelstein was still
young enough iu diplomacy to think it
necessary to have opinions. He had a
good many, indeed, which had been form
ed without difficulty; they had lieen re
ceived ready made from a line of ances
tors who knew what they liked. This was,
of course—and he would have admitted
it—an unscientific way of furnishing
one’s mind. Our young man was a
stiff conservative, a Junker of Junkers;
he thought modern democracy a
temporary phase, and expected to
find many arguments against it in
the United States. In regard to these
things, it was a pleasure to him to feel
that, with his complete training, he had
been taught thoroughly to appreciate the
nature of evidence. The ship was heav
ily laden with German emigrants, whose
mission in. the United States differed con
siderably from Count Otto’s. They hung
over the bulwarks densely grouped; they
leaned forward on their elbows lor hours,
with their shoulders ou a level with their
ears; the men in furred caps, smoking
long-bowled pipes; the women with ba
bies hidden in their shawls. Some were
yellow Germans and some were black,
and all of them looked greasy and matted
with the sea damp. They were destined
to swell the current of Western democ
racy, and Count Vogelstein doubtless
•aid to himself that they would not im
prove its quality. Their numbers, how
ever, were striking, and I know not what
he thought of the nature of this evidence.
The passengers who came on board at
Southampton were not of the greasy class;
they were for the most part American
families who hail been spending the sum
mer, or a longer period, in Europe. They
had a great deal of luggage, innumerable
bags and rugs and hampers aud sea
chairs, and were composed largely of
ladies of various ages, a little pale with
auticipation, wrapped in striped shawls,
and crowned with very high hats and
feathers. They darted to and fro across
the gangway, looking for each other and
for their scattered parcels; they sepa
rated and reunited, they exclaimed ami
declared, they eyed with dismay the occu
pants of the steerage, who seemed nu
merous enough to sink the vessel, aud
their voices sounded faint and far as they
rose to Y'ogelstein’s ear over the
tarred sides of the ship. He
observed that iu the new contingent there
were many young girls, and he remem
bered what a lady in Dresden had once
said to him—that America was a country
of girls. He wondered whether he should
like that, and reflected that it would be a
question to study, like everything else.
He had known in Dresden an American
family, in which there were three daugh
ters, who used to skate with the officers,
anil some of the ladies now coming on
board seemed to him of that same habit,
except that in the Dresden days feathers
were not worn quite so high. At last the
ship began to creak and slowly budge,
and the delay at Southampton came to
an end. The gangway was removed,
and the vessel indulged in the
awkard evolutions which were to
detach her from the land. Count
Vogelstein had finished his cigar, and
he spent a long time in walking up and
down the upper deck. Tne charming
English coast passed liefore him, and he
felt that this was the' last of the Old
World. The American coast also might
be pretty. He hardly knew what one
would expect of an American coast : but
he was sure it would be different. Differ
ences, however, were half the charm of
travel. As yet, indeed, there were very
few on the steamer. Most of his fellow
passengers appeared to be of the same
persuasion, and that persuasion the least
to be mistaken. They were Jews, and
commercial, to a man. And by this time
they had lighted their cigars and put on
all manner of seafaring caps, some of
them with big ear lappets, which some
how had the effect of bringing out their
peculiar facial type. At last the new voy
agers began to emerge from below and to
look about them, vaguely, with that sus
picious expression of lace which is to be
perceived in the newly embarked, and
which, as directed to the receding land,
resembles that of a person who begins to
perceive that he is the victim of a trick.
Earth and ocean, in such glances, are
made the subject of a general objection,
and many travelers, in these circum
stances. have an air at once duped and
superior, which seems to say that thev
could easily go ashore if thej would. It
still wanted two hours of dinner, and by
the time Vogelstein’s long legs had meas
ured three or four miles on the deck, he
was ready to settle himself in his sea
chair and draw from his pocket a Tauch
nitz novel by an American author whose
pages, he had been assured, would help
to prepare him. On the back of his chair
his name was painted in rather large
letters, this being a precaution taken at
the recommendation of a friend who
had told him that on the American steam
e-s the passengers—especially the ladies
—thought nothing of pilfering one’s little
comforts. His friend had even said that
in h ! s place he would have his coronet
painted. This cynical adviser had added
that the Americans are greatly impressed
by a coronet. 1 know not whether it was
skepticism or modesty, but Count Vogel
stein had omitted this ensign of his rank;
the precious piece of furniture which, on
the Atlantic voyage, is depended upon to
remain steady among general concus
sions, was emblazoned simply with his
title aud name. It happened! however,
that the blazonry was huge; the back of
the chair was covered with enormous
German characters. This time there
can be no doubt. It was modesty
that caused the. Secretary of Lega
tion, in placing himself, to turn
this portion of his seat outward, atvay
from the eyes of his companions—to pre
sent it to the balustrade of the deck. The
ship was passing the Needles—the beauti
ful outermost point of the Isle of Wight.
Certain tall white cones of rock rose out
of the purple sea; they flushed in the
afternoon light, and their vague rosiness
gave them a kind of human expression,
in face of the cold expanse toward which
the ship was turned; they seemed to say
farewell—to be the last note of a peopled
world. Vogelstein saw them very com
fortably from his place, and after awhile
he turned nis eyes to the other quarter,
where the sky anil 6ea between them man
aged to make so poor an opposition. Even
bis American novelist was more amusing
than that, and he prepared to return to
this author. In the great curve which it
described, however, his glance was
arrested by the figure of a young
lady who had just asceuded to
the deck, and who paused at the
mouth of the companion way. In
itself this was not an extraordinary
phenomenon; but what attracted Y'ogel
stein’s attention was the fact that the
young person appeared to have fixed her
eyes on him. She was slim, brightly
dressed, and rather pretty. Vogelstein
remembered in a moment that he had no
ticed her among the people on the wharf
at Southampton. She very soon saw that
he was looking at her; whereupon she be
gan to move along the deck with a step
which seemed to indicate that she was
coming straight toward him. Y’ogelstein
had time to wonder whether she could be
one of the girls he had known at Dresden:
but he presently reflected that they would
now be much older .than this. It was true
they came straight toward one, like that.
This young lady, however, was no longer
looking at him, and though she passed
near him, it was now tolerably clear that
she had come up stairs simply to take
a general survey. She was a quick,
handsome competent girl, and
she wished to see what one could think of
the ship—of the weather—of the appear
ance of England from such a position as
that; possibly even of one’s fellow pas
sengers. She satisfied herself promptly
on these points, and then she looked
about, while she walked, as if she were
in search of a missing object; so that
Y'ogelstein presently saw this was what
she really had # come up for. She passed
near him again, and this time she almost
stopped, with her eyes bent upon him
attentively. He thought her conduct re
markable, even after he had perceived
that it was not at his face, with its yellow
moustache, she was looking, but at the
chair on which he was seated. Then those
words of his friend came back to him—the
speech about the people, especially the
ladies—on the American steamers taxing
to themselves one’s little belongings.
Especially the ladies, be might well say;
for here was one who apparently wished
to pull from under him the very chair he
was sitting on. He was afraid she would
ask him for it, so he pretended to
read, without meeting her eye. He was
conscious that she hovered near him, and
he was curious to see what she would do.
It seemed to him strange that such a nice
looking girl (for her appearance was
really charming) should endeavor by arts
so flagrant to attract the attention of a
Secretary of Legation. At last it be
came evident tp him that she was trying
to look round a corner, as it were: trying
to see what was written on the back of
his chair. “She wants to find out my
name; she wants to see who I am!” This
reflection passed through his mind, and
caused him to raise his eyes. They rested
on her own, which, for an appreciable
moment, she did not withdraw. The lat
ter were brilliant and expressive, and
surmounted a delicate aquiline nose,
which, though pretty, was perhaps just a
trifle too hawk-like. It was
the oddest coincidence in the world; the
story Y'ogelstein had taken up treated of
a flighty, forward little American girl,
who plants herself iu front of a young man
in the garden of a hotel. YVas not the
conduct of this youug lady a testimony to
the truthfulness ot the tale, and was not
Y'ogelstein himself in the position of the
young man in the garden? That young
man ended by speaking to his invader (as
she might be called), and after a very short
hesitation Vogelstein followed his exam
ple. “If she wants to know who I am, she
is welcome,” he said to himself; and he
got out of the chair, seized it by the back,
and, turning it round, exhibited the su
perscription to the girl. She colored
slightly, but she smiled and read his uauie,
while Vogelstein raised his hat.
“I am much obliged to you. That’s
all,” she remarked, as if the discovery
had made her very happy.
It seemed to him indeed all right that
he should be Count Otto Y'ogelstein; this
appeared even a rather flippant mode of
disposing of the fact. By way of rejoin
der he asked her if she desired his seat.
“I am much obliged to you; of course
not. I thought you had one of our chairs,
anil 1 didn’t like to ask you. It looks ex
actly like one of ours; not so much now
as when you sit in it. Please sit down
again. I don’t want to trouble you. YV'e
have lost one of ours, and I have been
looking for it everywhere. They look so
much alike; you can’t tell tiil you see th •
back. Of course I see there will ben
mistake about yours,” the young lad;,
went on, with a frank smile. “But wt
have got such a small name—you can
scarcely see it,” she added, with the same
friendly intention. “Our name is Day.
If you*see that on anything, 1 should be
so obliged if you would tell me. it isn’t
for myself, it’s for my mother; she is so
dependent on her chair, and that one I am
looking lor pulls out so beautifully. Now
that you sit down again and hide the
lower part, it does look just like ours.
YVell, it must be somewhere. You must
excuse me; I am much obliged to vou.”
This was a long and even confidential
speech for a young woman, presumably
unmarried, to make to a perfect stranger;
but Miss Day acquitted herself of it with
perfect simplicity and self-possession. She
held up her head and stepped away, and
Vogelstein could see that the foot she
pressed upon the clean, smooth deck was
slender and shapely. He watched her dis
appear through the trap by which she had
ascended, and he felt more than ever like
the young man in his American tale. The
girl in the present case was older and not
so pretty, as he could easily judge, for
the image of her smiling eyes and speak
ing lips still hovered before him. He
went back to his book with the feeling
that it would give him some informa
tion about her. This was rather illogical,
but it indicated a certain amount of curi
osity on the part of Count Y’ogelstein.
The girl in the book had a mother, it ap
peared, and so had this young lady; the
former had also a brother, and he now
remembered that he had noticed a young
man on the wharf—a young man in a high
hat and a white overcoat—who seemed
united to Miss Day by this natural tie.
And there was someone else too, as he
gradually recollected—an older man, also
in a high hat, but in a black overcoat—in
black altogether—who completed the
group, and who was presumably the head
of the family. These reflections would
indicate that Count Vogelstein read his
volume of Tauchnitz rather interrupted
ly. Moreover, they represented a consid
erable waste ot time; for was he not to be
afloat in an oblong box, for ten days,
with such people, and could it lie doubted
that he should see plenty of them ?
It may as well be said without delay
THE SAVANNAH MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, JUNE 1, 1884.
that he did see plenty of them. I have
depicted with some precision the circum
stances under which he made the ac
quaintance of Miss Day, because the event
had a certain importance for this candid
Teuton; but I must pass briefly over the
incidents that immediately followed it.
He wondered what it was open to him,
after such an introduction, to do with re
gard to her, and he determined he would
push through his American tale and dis
cover what the hero did. But in a very
short time he perceived that 3iiss Day had
nothing in common with the heroine of
that work, save a certain local quality
aud the fact that the male sex was not
tenible to her. Her local quality, in
deed, he took rather on trust than ap
prehended for himself; she was native
to a small town in the interior of
the American continent, and a lady from
New York, who was on the ship, and
with whom he had a good deal of conver
sation, assured him Miss Day was exceed
ingly provincial. Hotv this lady ascer
tained the fact did not appear, for Vogel
stein observed that she held no commu
nion with the girl. It Is true that she
threw some light on her processes by re
marking to him that certain Americans
could tell immediately who other Ameri
cans were, leaving him to judge whether
or no she herself belonged to the discrimi
nating class. She was a Mrs. Danger
field, a handsome, confidential, insinu
ating woman, and Y'ogelstein’s talk
with her took a turn that was
almost philosophic. She convinced him,
rather effectually, that even in a
great democracy there are human
differences, and that American life was
full of social distinctions, of delicate
shades, which foreigners are often too
stupid to jierceive. Did he suppose that
every one knew every one else, in the big
gest country in the "world, and that one
was not as free to choose one’s company
there as in the most monarchical com
munities? She lauched these ideas to
scorn, as Y’ogelstein tucked her beautiful
furred coverlet (they reclined together a
great deal in their elongated chairs) well
over her feet. How free an American lady
was to choose her company she abundant
ly proved by not knowing any one on the
steamer but Count Otto. ** He could see for
himself that 31r. and 3lrs. Day had not
her peculiar stamp. They w’ere fat, plain,
serious people, who sat side by side on
the deck for hours, looking straight
before them. Mrs. Day had a
white face, large cheeks, and small
eyes, her forehead was surrounded
with a multitude of little tight black
curls, and her lips moved as if she hail
always a lozenge in her mouth. She
wore entwined about her head an article
which 3lrs. Dangertield spoke of as a
“nuby”—a knitted pink scarf w'hich
covered her coiffure and encircled her
neck, having among its convolutions a
bole for her perfectly expressionless face.
Her bands were folded on her stomach,
and in her still, swathed figure her little
beadlike eyes, which occasionally changed
their direction, alone represented life.
Her husband had a stiff gray beard on his
chin, and a bare, spacious upper lit), to
which constant shaving had imparted a
kind of hard glaze. His eyebrows were
thick and his nostrils wide, and when
he was uncovered, in the saloon, it was
visible that his grizzled hair was dense
and perpendicular. He might have
looked rather grim and truculent, it it
had not been for the mild, familiar, ac
commodating gaze with which his large,
light-colored pupils—the leisurely eyes of
a silent man— appeared to consider sur
rounding objects. He was evidently more
friendly than fierce, but he was more diffi
dent than friendly. He liked to look at
you, but he would not have pretended to
understand you much nor to classify you,
and would have been sorry that it should
put you under an obligation. He and his
wife spoke sometimes, but they seldom
talked, and there was something passive
and patient about them, as if they were
victims of a spell. The spell, however,
was evidently pleasant—it was the fasci
nation of prosperity, the confidence of se
curity, which sometimes makes people
arrogant, but w hich had had such a dif
ferent effect upon this simple, satis
fied pair, in which further develop
ment of every kind appeared to have
been arrested. Mrs. Dangerfield told
Count Y’ogelstein that every morning,
after breakfast, the hour at which he
wrote his journal, in his cabin, the old
couple were guided up stairs and installed
in their customary corner by Pandora.
This she had learned to be the name ot
their elder daughter, and she was im
mensely amused bjr her discovery. “Pan
dora”—that was in the highest degree
typical; it placed them in the social scale,
if other evidence had been wanting; you
could tell that a girl w T as from the* in
terior—the mysterious interior about
which Yogelstein’s imagination was now
quite excited—when she had such a name
as that. This young lady managed the
whole family, even a little* the small be
flounced sister, who, with hold, pretty,
innocent eyes, a torrent of fair, silky hair,
a crimson fez, 6uch as is worn by
male Turks, very much askew on top of
it, and a way of galloping and straddling
about the ship in any company she could
pick up (she had long, thin legs, very
short skirts, and stockings of every tint),
was going home, in elaborate French
clothes, to resume an interrupted educa
tion. Pandora overlooked and directed
her relatives; Y’ogelstein could see that
for himself—could see that she was very
active and decided —that she had in a high
degree the sentiment of responsibility,
and settled most of the questions that
could come up for a family from the in
terior. The voyage was remarkably fine,
and day after day it was possible to sit
there under the* salt sky anil feel
one’s self rounding the great
curves of the globe. The long deck
made a white spot in the sharp
black circle of the ocean and in the in
tense sea light, while the shadow of the
smoke streamers trembled on the familiar
floor, the shoes of fellow’ passengers, dis
tinctive now, and in some eases irritating,
passed and repassed, accompanied, in the
air, so tremendously “open,” that render
ed all voices weak and most remarks
rather flat, by fragments of opinion on the
run of the ship. Vogelstein by this time
had finished his little American story, and
now definitely judged that Pandora Day
was not at all iike the heroine. She was
of quite another type; much more seri
ous and preoccupied, aud not at all
keen, as he had supposed, about
making the acquaintance of gentlemen.
Her speaking to him that first af
ternoon had been, he was bound to be
lieve, an incident without importance for
herselt; in spite of her having followed it
up the next day by the remark thrown at
him as she passed, w’ith a smile that was
almost familiar: “It’s all right, sir. I
have found that old chair.’’ After this
she had not spoken to him again, and had
scarcely looked at him. She read a great
deal, and almost always French books in
fresh yellow'paper; not the lighter forms
of that literature, but a volume of Sainte-
Beuve, of Renan, or at the mogt, in the
w r ay of dissipation, of Alfred De 3lusset.
She took frequent ex rcise, and almost al
ways walked alone, i it, apparently, hav
ing* made many lrien i on the ship, and
being without the reso iree of her parents,
who, as has been rel. ted, never budged
out of the cosy corner ii which she plant
'd them lor the day. Her brother was
ilw'ays in the smoking room, where Vo
gelsteiu observed him, in very tight
clothes, his neck encircled with a collar
iike a palisade. He had a sharp little
face, which was not disagreeable; he
smoked enormous cigars, and began his
drinking early in the day; but his ap
pearance gave no sign of these excesses.
As regards euchre and poker, and the
other distractions of the place, he w r as
guilty of none. He evidently understood
such games in perfection, for he used to
watch the players, and even at moments
impartially advise them; but Vogelstein
never saw the cards in his hand. He was
referred to as regards disputed points,
and his opinion carried the day. He took
little part iu the conversation, usually
much relaxed, that prevailed in the
smoking room, but from time to time he
made, in his solt, flat, youthful
voice, a remark which every one
paused to listen to, and which
was greeted with roars of laughter.
Y’ogelstein, well as he knew English,
could rarely catch the joke; but lie could
see, at least, that these were the most
transcendent flights of American humor.
The young man, in his way, was very re
markable, for, as Y’ogelstein beard some
one say once, after the laughter had sub
sided, he was only 19. It his sister did
not resemble the dreadful little girl in the
tale I have so often mentioned, there was,
lor Y’ogelstein, at least an analogy be-,
tween young 31 r. Day and a certain
small brother—a candy-loving .Madison,
Hamilton or Jeflerson—who, in the Taifch
nitz volume, was attributed to that un
fortunate maid. This was what the little
Yladison would have grown up to at nine
teen, and the improvement was greater
than might have been expected.
The days were long, but the voyage was
short, aud it had almost come to an end
before Count Vogelstein yielded to an at
traction peculiar in its nature, and finally
irresistible, and in spite of 31rs. Danger
lielil’s warnings, sought an opportunity
for a little continuous talk with 3liss
Pandora Day. To mention this sentiment
without mentioning sul ’ry other impres
sions of his voyage, with which it had
nothing to do, is perhaps to violate pre
portion and give a false idea; bui to pass
•it by would be still more unjust. The Ger
mans, as we know, are a transcendental
people, and there was at last a vague fas
cination for Y'ogelstein in this quick,
bright, silent girl, who could smile
and turn vocal in an instant, who
imparted a sort of originality to the
filial character, and whose profile was
delicate as she bent it over a volume
which she cut as she read, or presented it,
in absent-minded attitudes, at the side ot
the ship, to the horizon they had left be
hind. But he felt it to be a pity, as re
gards a possible acquaintance with her,
that her parents should be heavy little
burghers, that her brother should not cor
respond to Y’ogelstein’s conception of a
young man of the upper class, and that
her sister should be a Daisy Yliller en
herbe. Repeatedly warned by Mrs. Dan
gerfield, the young diplomatist was doubly
careful as to the relations he might form
at the beginning of his sojourn in the Uni
ted States. 3lrs. Dangerfield reminded
him, and he had made the observation
himself in other capitals, that the first
year, and even the second, is the time
for prudence. One is ignorant of propor
tions and values; one is exposed and
thankful for attention, and one may
give one’s sell away to people
who afterward prove a great en
cumbrance. Mrs. Dangerfield struck a
note which resounded in Y'ogelstein’s
imagination; she assured him that if he
didn’t “look out” he would be falling in
love with some American girl with an im
possible family. In America, when one
fell in love with a girl, there was nothing
to be done but to marry her, and what
should he say, for instance, to finding him
self a near relation of 31r. and Mrs. P. W.
Day? (These were the initials inscribed
on the back of the two chairs of that
couple.) Y’ogelstein felt the peril, for he
could immediately think of a dozen men
he knew’ who had married American girls.
There appeared now to be a constant dan
ger of marrying the American girl; it was
something one had to reckon with; like
the railway, the telegraph, the discovery
of dynamite, the Chassepot rifle, the So
cialistic spirit; it wa9*one of the com
plications of modern iife. It would
doubtless be too much to say that
Vogelstein was afraid of falling in
love with Pandora Day; a young woman
who was not strikingly beautiful, and
with w hom he had talked, in all, but ten
minutes. But, as I say, he w ent so far
as to wish that the human belongings of
a girl whose independence appeared to
have no taint either of fastness, as they
said in England, or of subversive opinion,
and whose nose was so very well bred,
should not be a little more distinguished.
There was something almost comical in
her attitude toward these belongings; she
appeared to regard them as a care, but
not as an interest; it was as if they had
been intrusted to her honor and she had
engaged to convey them safe to a certain
point; she was detached and inadvert
ent; then, suddenly, she remembered, re
pented, and came back to tuck
her parents into their blankets, to alter
the position of her mother’s um
brella, to tell them something
about the run of the ship. These little
offices were usually performed deftly,
rapidly, w ith the minimum of words, and
when their daughter came near them,
31r. and 31rs. Day closed their eyes
placidly, like a pair of household dogs
that expect to be scratched. One morn
ing she brought up the Captain to present
to them. She appeared to have a private
and independent acquaintance with this
officer, and the introduction to her parents
nad the air of a sudden inspiration, it
was not so much an introduction as an ex
hibition as if she were saying to him: “This
is what they look like, see how comfortable
I make them. Aren’t they rather
queer little people? But they leave me
perfectly free. Oh, I can assure you of
that. Besides, you must see it for your
self.” 31r. and 3lrs. Day looked up at the
Captain with very little change of coun
tenance; then looked at each other
in the same way. He saluted and
beuttow’ard them a moment; butl’andora
shook her head; she seemed to be answer
ing for them; she made little gestures as
if she were explaining to the Captain
6ome of their peculiarities, as, tor in
stance, that they wouldn’t speak. Taey
closed their eyes at last, she appeared to
have a kind ot mesmeric influence on
them, and 3liss Day w’alked away with
the commander of the ship, who treated
her with evident consideration, bowing
very low r in spite of his supreme position,
when, presently after, they
Vogelstein could see that she w T as capable
of making an impression; and the moral
of our episode is that in spite of 3lrs. Dan
gerfield, in spite of the resolutions of his
prudence, in spite of the meagreness of
the conversation that had passed be
tween them, in spite of 3lr. and 3lrs. Day
and the young man in the smoking room,
she hail fixed his attention. It was the
evening after the scene with the Captain
that he joined her, awkwardly, abruptly,
irresistibly, on the deck, where she w’as
pacing to and fro alone, the evening being
mild and brilliant and the stars re
markably fine. There were scattered
talkers and smokers and couples, un
recognizable, that moved quickly through
the gloom. The vessel dipped with long,
regular pulsations; vague and spectral,
under the stars, with its swaying pinna
cles spotted here and there with lights, it
seemed to rush through the darkness
faster than by day. Y’ogelstein bad come
up to walk, and as the girl brushed
past him he distinguished Pandora’s tace
(with 31rs. Dangerfield he always
spoke of her as Pandora) under the
veil that seemed intended to protect it
from the sea damp. He stopped, turned,
hurried after her, threw away his cigar,
and asked her it she would do him the
honor to accept his arm. She declined his
arm, but accepted his company, and he
walked with her for an hour. They had a
great deal of talk, and he remembered
afterward some of the things she said.
There was now a certainty of the ship
getting into dock the next* morning but
one, and this pretext afforded an obvious
topic. Some of 3liss Day’s expressions
Struck him as singular, but of course, as
he knew', his knowledge of English was
not nice enough to give him a perfect
measure.
“1 am not in a hurry to arrive; 1 am
very happy here,” she said. “I’m afraid
I shall have such a time putting my people
through.”
“Patting them through ?’’
“Through the Custom House. We have
made so many purchases. YVell, I have
w'litten to a friend to come down, and
perhaps he can help us. He’s very well
acquainted with the head. Once I’m
chalked, I don’t care. I feel like a kind
of blackboard by this time'any way. YV’e
found them awful in Germany.”
Vogelstein wondered w hether the friend
she had written to were her lover, and if
she were engaged to him, especially when
she alluded to him again as “that gentle
man that is coming down.” He asked
her about her travels, her impressions,
whether she had been long in Europe, anil
what she liked best, and she told him that
they had gone abroad, she and her family,
for a little fresh experience. Though lie
found her very intelligent, he suspected
she gave this as a reason because he was
a German and she had heard that Ger
mans w'ere fond of culture. He wondered
what form of culture 31r. and 3lrs. Day
had brought back from Italy, Greece and
Palestine (they had traveled for two years
and beeu'everywhere), especially when
tboir daughter said: “1 wanted father
and mother to see the best things. I kept
them three hours on the Acropolis—L
guess they won’t forget that!” Perhaps
it was of Phidias and .Pericles they W'ere
thinking, Y'ogelstein reflected, as they
sat ruminating in their rugs. Pandora
remarked also that she wanted to show
her little sister everything while she was
young; remarkable sights made so much
more impression w’hen the mind was
fresh; she had read something of that sort
in Goethe, somewhere. She had wanted
to come herself, when she was her sister’s
age; but her father was in business
then, and they couldn’t leave Utica.
Y’ogelstein thought of the little
sister frisking over the Parthenon
and the 3lount of Olives, and
sharing for two years, the years ef the
school room, this extraordinary pil
grimage of her parents, and wondered
whether Goethe’s dictum had beeu justi
fied in this case. He asked Pandora if
Utica were the seat of her family, if it
were a pleasant place, if it would bean
interesting city for him, as a stranger, to
• see. His companion replied frankly that
it was horrid, but added that all the same
she would ask him to “come and visit us
at our home,” if it w'ere not that they
should probably soon leave it.
“Ah! Y'ou are going to live elsewhere?”
“Well, lam working for New York. I
flatter myself I have loosened them—
while w'e have been away. They won’t
find Utica the same; that was ray idea.
I want a big place, and, of course,
Utica —” and tne girl broke off with a lit
tle sigh.
“I suppose Utica is small?” Vogelstein
suggested.
“Well, no, it’s middle-sized. I hate any
thing middling,” said Pandora Day. She
gave a light, dry laugh, tossing back her
bead a little as she made this declaration.
And looking at her askance in the dusk,
as she trod the deck that vaguely swayed,
he thought there was sofnethiog in her air
and port that carried out such a spirit.
“What is her social position?” he in
quired of Airs. Dangerfield the next day.
“I can’t make it out at all, it is so con
tradictory. She strikes me as having
much cultivation and much spirit. Her
appearance, too, is very nice. Yet her
parents are little burghers. That is easily
seen.”
“Oh, social position,” 3lrs. Dangerfield
exclaimed, nodding two or three times
rather portentiously. “What big
expressidhs you use. Do you think
everybody in the world has a social posi
tion? That is reserved for an infinitely
small minority of mankind. You can’t
have a social position at Utica any more
than you can have an opera box.* Pan
dora hasn’t got any; where should she
have found it? Poor girl, it isn’t fair of
you to ask such questions as that.”
“Well,” said Vogelstein, “if she is ot
the lower class, that seems to be very—
very—” and he paused a moment, as he
often paused in speaking English, looking
for his wont.
“Y’ery what? Count Y'ogelstein.”
“Y'ery significant—very representa
tive.”
“Oh, dear, she isn’t of the lower class,”
31rs. Dangerfield murmured helplessly.
“What is she, then?”
“YY’ell, I’m bound to admit that since 1
was at home last she is a novelty. A girl
like that, with such people; it’s anew
type.”
“I like novelties,” said Count Vogel
stein, smiling with an air of considerable
resolution. He could not, however, be
satisfied w’ith an explanation that only
begged the question; and when they dis
embarked in New York he felt, even amid
the confusion of the wharf and the heaps
of disemboweled baggage, a certain
acuteness of regret at the idea that Pan
dora and her family were about to vanish
into the unknown. He had a consolation,
however; it was apparent that tor some
reason or other—illness or absence from
town—tbe gentleman to whom she had
written had not, as she said, come down.
Y'ogelstein was glad—he couldn’t have
told you why—that this sympathetic per
son * had failed her; even though
without him Pandora had to en
gage single handed with the Unit
ed States Custom House. Y'ogelstein’a
first impression of the western world was
received on the landing place of the Ger
man steamers at Jersey City—a huge
wooden shed; covering a wooden wharf
which resounded under the palisaded
with rough-hewn, slanting piles, and be
strewn with masses of heterogeneous
luggage. At one end, toward the town,
was a row of tall, painted palings, behind
wtiieh he could distinguish a press of
hackney coachmen, brandishing their
whips and awaiting their victims, while
their voices rose, incessant, with a sharp,
strange sound, at once fierce and familiar.
The whole place, behind the fence, ap
peared to bristle and resound. Out there
was America, Vogelstein said to himself,
and he looked toward it with a sense that
he ought to muster resolution. On the
wharf people were rushing about amid
their trunks, pulling their things together,
trying to unite their scattered parcels.
They were heated and angry, or else quite
bewildered and discouraged. The lew
that had succeeded in collecting their
battered boxes had an air of flushed in
difference to the efforts of their neighbors,
not even looking at people with whom
they had been intimate on the steamer. A
detachment of the officers of the customs
was in attendance, and energetic passen
gers were engaged in attempts to drag
them toward their luggage or to drag
heavy pieces toward themT These func
tionaries were good-natured and taciturn,
except when occasionally they remarked
to a passenger whose open trunk stared
up at them, imploring, that they were
afraid the voyage had been “kind of
dull.” They had a friendly, leisurely,
speculative way of performing their office,
and if they perceived a victim’s name
written on the portmanteau, they ad
dressed him by it, in a tone of old ac
quaintance. Vogelstein lound, however,
that it they were familiar they were not
indiscreet." He had beard that in America
all public functionaries were the same;
that there was not a different tenue, as
they said in France, for different posi
tions, anil he wondered whether at YV ash
ington the President and 31inisters, whom
he expected to see, would be like that.
He was diverted from these speculations
by the sight of Mr. and Mrs. Day, who
were seated side by side upon a trunk,
encompassed, apparently, by the accumu
lations of their tour. Their faces ex
pressed more consciousness of surround
ing objects than he had hitherto perceived,
arid there was an air of placid expansion
in the mysterious couple which
suggested that this consciousness was
agreeable. 31r. and Mrs. Day, as they
would have said, were glad to get back.
At a little distance, on the edge of the
dock, Vogelstein remarked their son, who
had found a place where, between the
sides of two big ships, he could see the
lerryboats pass; the large, pyramidal, low
laden ferryboats of American waters. He
stood there, patient and considering, with
his small, neat foot on a coil of rope, his
back to everything that had been disem
barked, bis neck elongated in its polished
cylinder, while the fragrance of his big
cigar mingled w ith the odor of the rotting
piles, and his little sister, beside him,
hugged a huge post and tried to see how
far she could crane over the w ater with
out falling in. Y'ogelstein’s servant had
gone in pursuit of an examiner; he had
got his things together and was w'aiting
to be released, fully expecting that for a
person ol his importance tbe ceremony
w'Qiild be brief. Before it began he said a
word to young 31r. Day, taking off his hat
at the same time to the little girl, whom
he had not yet greeted, and who dodged
his salute by swuuging herself boldly out
ward to the dangerous side of the pier.
She was not much “lorrned” yet, but she
w as evidently as light as a feather.
“1 see you are kept waiting, like me. It
is very tiresome,” 3lr. Y’ogelstein said.
The young man answered without look
ing behind him. “As soon as w r e begin
we shall go straight. 31y sister has
written to a gentleman to come down.”
“1 have looked for Miss Day to bid her
good-bye,” Vogelstein went on; “but I
don’t see her.”
“I guess she has gone to meet that
gentleman; lie’s a great friend of hers.”
“I guess he’s her lover!” the little girl
broke out. “She was aHvays w'riting to
him—in Europe.”
Her brother puffed liis cigar in silence
for a moment. “That was only for this.
I’ll tell on you,” he presently added.
But the younger Miss Day gave no heed
to his announcement; she addressed her
self to Vogelstein. “This is New York; I
like it better than Utica.”
Y’ogelstein had no time to reply, for his
servant had arrived w ith one of the emis
saries ol the customs; but as he turned
away he wondered, in the light of the
child’s preference, about the towns of the
interior. He was very well treated. The
officer who took him in hand, and w'ho
had a large straw hat and a diamond
breastpin, w T as quite a man of the world,
and in reply to the formal declarations of
the Count only said, “YYell, I guess it’s
all right—l guess I’ll just pass you.”
Aud he distributed freely a dozen chalk
marks. The servant had unlocked and
unbuckled various pieces, and while he
was closing them the officer stood
there wiping his forehead and convers
ing with Y'ogelstein. “First visit to
our country, sir?—quite alone—no ladies?
Of course the ladies are what we
are after.” It was in this manner he
expressed himself, while the young di
plomatist w'ondered what he was w'aiting
for, and w hether he ought to slip some
thing into his palm. But Y’ogelstein’s vis
itor left him only a moment in suspense;
be presently turned away, w ith the re
mark, very quietly uttered, that he hoped
the Count would make quite a
stay; upon which the young man saw
how wrong he should have been to offer
him a tip. It was simply the American
manner, and it w'as very amicable, after
all. V’ogelstein’s servant liad secured a
porter, with a truck, and he was about
to leave tbe place when he saw I'andora
Day dart out of the crow'd and address
herself, with much eagerness, to the
functionary w'ho had just liberated
him. She bad an open letter in her
hand, which she gave him to read, aud he
cast his eyes over it, deliberately stroking
his beard. Then she led him away, to
where her parents sat upon their luggage.
Y’ogelstein sent off his servant with the
porter, and followed Pandora, to whom he
really wished to say a word in farewell.
The last thing they had said to each other
on the ship was that they should meet
again on shore. It seemed improbable,
however, that the meeting would occur
anywhere than just here on the dock; in
asmuch as Pandora was decidedly not in
society, where Vogelstein would be of
course, and as, if Utica was not—he had
her sharp little sister’s word for it—as
agreeable as wbat was about him there, he
would be hanged if he would go to U tica.Ho
overtook Pandora quickly; she was in the
act of introducing the customs officer to
her parents—quite in the same manner in
which she had introduced the Captain of
the steamer. Mr. and 31rs. Day got up
anil shook hands with him, aud they evi
dently all prepared to have a little talk.
“1 should like to introduce you to my
brother and sister,” he heard the girl say,
and he saw her look about her lor these
appendages. He caught her eye as she
did so, and advanced with his hand out
stretched, reflecting, the while, that evi
dently the Americans, whom he had al
ways heard described as silent and prac
tical, were not unversed in certain social
arts. They dawdled and chattered like
so many Neapolitans.
“Good-bye,Count Vogelstein,” said Pan
dora, who' was a little flushed with her
various exertions, but did not look the
worse for it. “I hope you’ll have a
splendid time, and appreciate our coun
try.”
“I hope you’ll get through all right,”
Yogelstein answered, smiling and feeling
himself already more idiomatic.
“That gentleman ie sick that I wrote
to,” she rejoined; “isn’t it-too bad? But
he sent me down a letter to a friend of
his—one of the examiners, and I guess
we won’t have any trouble. Mr. Lansing,
let me make you "acquainted with Count
Vogelstein, ’ "she went on, presenting to
her fellow passenger the wearer of the
straw hat and the breastpin, who shook
hands with the young Gsrman as if he
had never seen him before. Vogetetein’s
heart rose for an instant to his throat.
He thanked his stars that he had not of
fered a tip to the friend of a gentleman
who had often been mentioned to him, and
who had been described by a member of
Pandora’s family as her lover.
“It’s a case of ladies this time,” Mr.
Lansing remarked to Vogelstein, with a
smile which seemed to confess, surrepti
tiously, and as if neither party could be
eager, to recognition.
“Well, Mr. Bellamy says you’ll do any
thing for him.” Pandora said, 6milin’g
very sweetly at 3lr. Lansing. “We
haven’t got 'much; we’ve been gone two
years.”
Mr. Lansing scratched his head a little
behind, with a movement which sent his
straw hat forward in the direction of his
nose. “I don’t know as I would do any
thing for him that 1 shouldn’t do for.vou,”
he responded, returning the smile of the
girl. “I guess you’d better open that
one,” and he gave a little affectionate
kick to one of the trunks.
“Oh, mother, isn’t he lovely! It’s only
your sea things,” Pandora cried, stooping
over the coffer instantly, with the key in
her hand.
“I don’t know r that I like showing”
them,” Mrs. Day murmured, modestly.
Vogelstein made his German salutation
to the company in general, and to Pan
dora he offered an audible good-bye, which
she returned in a bright, friendly voice,
but without looking round as she fum
bled at the lock of her trunk.
“We’ll try another, if you like,” said
Mr. Lansing, laughing.
“Oh, no, it’s got to be this one! Good
bye, Count Vogelstein. I hope you’ll judge
us correctly!”
The young man went his way and passed
the barrier of the dock. Here he was met
by his servant with a face of consterna
tion which led him to ask whether a cab
were not forthcoming.
“They call ’em ’acks ’ere, sir,” said the
man, “and they’re beyond everything. He
wants thirty shillings to take'you to the
inn.”
Vogelstein hesitated a moment.
“Couldn’t you find a German?”
“By the way he talks he is a German!”
said the man, and in a moment Count Vog
elstein began his career in America by
discussing the tariff of hackney coaches
in the language of the Fatherland.
[TO BE CONCLUDED NEXT SUNDAY.]
The Old Printer.
Ilawkeye.
And so, year after year, he wrought
among the boys on a morning paper. He
went to bed about the time the rest of
the world got up, and he arose about the
time the rest of the world sat down to
dinner. He worked by every kind of
light except sunlight. There were can
dles in the office w hen he came in; then
they had lard oil lamps that smoked and
sputtered and smelled; thenhesaw T two
or three printers blinded by explosions of
camphor and spirit gas; then kerosene
came in and heated up the news-room on
summer nights like a furnace; then the
office put in gas, and now the electric
light swung from the ceiling and dazzled
his old eyes and glared into them from his
copy. If he sang on his way home a
policeman bade him “cheese that,” and
reminded him that he was disturbing the
peace and people wanted to sleep. But
when he wanted to sleep the rest of the
world, for w hom he had sat up all night
to make a morning paper, roared and
crashed by down the noisy streets under
his window, with cart "and truck and
omnibus; blared with brass bands,
howled with baud organs, talked and
shouted, and even the shrieking newsboy,
with a ghastly sarcasm, murdered the
sleep of the tired old printer by calling
the name of liis own paper.
Year after year the foreman roared at
him to remember that this wasn’t an
afternoon paper, editors shrieked down
the tube to have a blind man put on that
dead man’s case; smart young proof
readers scribbled sarcastic comments on
his work on the margin of his proof
sheets they didn’t know how to read,
long-winded correspondents learning to
write, and long-haired poets who could
never learn to spell, wrathfully cast all
their imperfections upon his head. But
through it all he wrought patiently, and
lound more sunshine than shadow in this
world; he had more friends than enemies.
Printers and foremen and pressmen and
reporters came and went, but he stayed,
and he saw newsroom and sanctum filled
and emptied and filled and emptied again
and filled again with new strange faces.
He believed in his craft, and to the end
he had a silent pity, that came as near
being contempt as his good, forgiving old
heart could feel, for an editor who had
not worked his way from a regular devil
ship up past the case and the imposing
stone.
He worked all that night, and when the
hours that are so short in the ball room
and so long in the composing-room drew
wearily on, he was tired. He hadn’t
thrown in a very full case, he said, and he
had to climb clear into the boxes and
chase a type up into a corner before he
could get hold of it. One of the boys,
tired as himself—but a printer is never
too tired to be good-natured—offered to
change places with him, but the old man
said there was enough in the case to last
him through this take, and he wouldn’t
work anymore to-night. The type clicked
in the silent room, and by and by the old
man said:
“I’m out of sorts.”
“And he sat down on the low window
sill by his case, with his stick in his
hand, his hands folded wearily in his lap.
The types clicked on. A galley' of tele
graph waited.”
“What gentleman is lingering with D
13?” called the foreman who was always
dangerously polished and polite when he
was on the point of exploding with wrath
and impatience.
Slug Nine, passing by the alley, stopped
to speak to the old man sitting there so
quietly.
The telegraph boy came running in
with the last manifold sheet, shouting:
“Thirty!”
They carried the old man to the fore
man’s long table and laid him down rev
ently and covered his face.
HORSFOItD’S ACID PHOSPHATE.
A Reliable Article.
Dr. E. Cotter, Boston, Mass, says: “I
found it to realize the expectations raised,
and regard it as a reliable article.”
Advice to Mothers.
Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup
should always be used when children are
cutting teeth. It relieves the little suf
ferer at once: it produces natural, quiet
sleep by relieving the child from pain, aud
the little cherub awakes as “bright as a
button.” It is very pleasant to taste. It
soothes the child. ‘ softens the gums, al
lays all pain, relieves wind, regulates
the bowels, and is the best known remedy
lor diarrhoea, whether arising from teeth
in 'or other causes. 25 cents a bottle.
PROPOSALS.
Alachua CountyCocrt House at Gaines-i
Ville, Fla., >
Gainesville, May 20,1884.>
HEALED proposals will be received at the
io County Clerk*s office in the city of Gaines
ville, Fla., until June 2i, 1884, for furnishing
of all material and labor required in the
erection, construction and completion of a
court house in the city of Gainesville, for the
county’ of Alachua, according to plans and
specifications for the same by 11. J. Campbell,
Architect and Civil Engineer, of l’alatka, Ila.
Plans and specifications can be Seen in the
Clerk’s office. An early date for completion
of said building will be one consideration for
the Board. . .
All proposals must be accompanied by a
certified bond in the sum off 2,000 that the
bidder or bidders will give a good and satis
factory bond, if awarded the contract. No
bids will he considered unless accompanied
by such a bond. The contractor will be paid
in monthly estimates as the work progresses,
and,in accordance with the statute laws of
the State of Florida, chapter 3421, No. 8, sec
tion 2, Act of ISB3. All bids must be in the
regular form of proposals. The Board re
serve the right to reject any and all bids.
All bids and communications should lie ad
dressed to J. A. CARLISLE, Clerk Circuit
Court. Gainesville, Fla.
Bids must he indorsed on their covei “Bids
for building court house for Alachua countv,
Fla.” • J. A. CARLISLE, '
Clerk Circuit Court and County Auditor.
PtU CSOOOO.
JUST THINK OFTfI
JUST THINK OF IT.
Bias'S; Cashmeres reduced to 25c., were 40c.
Black Cashmeres reduced to 40c., were 60c.
Black-Cashmeres reduced to 50e., were 75c.
Black Cashmeres reduced to 75c., were sl.
Black Cashmeres rettneed to |l, were ?135.
JUST THLB-K OF IT,
Fancy Drees Goods reduced to 12j£c., were 20c.
Fancy Dress Goods reduced to 15c., were 25c.
Fancy Dress Goods reduced to 25c., were 35c.
Fancy Drese'Goods reduced to 85c., were 50c.
Fancy Dress Goods reduced to 50c., were 75c.
JUST THINK OF IT.
Black Silks reduced to 39c., were 50c.
Black Silks reduced to 73c., were fl.
Black Silks reduced to 98c., we $1 25.
Black Silks reduced to $1 23, were fl 50.
Black Silks reduced to f 1 48, were $2
JUST THINK OF IT.
A 38-Inch Pure Linen Towel, worth 15c., at
10c.
A 42-Inch Pure Linen Towel, worth 80c., at
12'^c.
A 44-Incli Fine Damask Towel, worth 40c., at
25c.
A Damask Towel, with Knitted Fringe, for
25c.
A Superior Huckaback Towel, worth 50c., at
35c.
JUST THINK OF IT.
Table Linen, pure linen, worth 25c., at 18c.
Table Linen, pure linen, worth 35c., at 25c.
Table Damask, good quality, worth 50c., at
38c.
Table Damask, superior quality, worth 75c., at
50c.
Table Damask, very good quality, worth fl, at
75c.
Table Damask, extra good, worth fl 50, at fl.
Table Damask, the very best, worth f 2 f 1 50.
JUST THINK OF IT.
Laces, which were aheap at 5c., reduced to 3c.
Laces, which were cheap at Bc., reduced to sc.
Laces, which were cheap at 10c., reduced to fic.
Laces, which were cheap at reduced to
Bc.
Laces, which were cheap at 15c., reduced to
10c.
Laces, which were cheap at 25c., reduced to
15c.
JUST THINK OF IT.
Parasols, worth 25c., reduced to 10c.
Parasols, wortli 35c., reduced to 15c.
Parasols, worth 50c., reduced to 25c.
Parasols, worth 75c., reduced to 50c.
Parasols, worth fl, reduced to 75c.
Parasols, worth $1 50, reduced to sl.
JUST THINK OF IT.
Avery fine Hemstitched Linen Handkerchief
at 10c.
A better one, worth 20c., at 12%c.
A superb quality, worth 35c., at 20c.
Come and see our 35c. Corset.
Come and see our 50c. Corset.
Come and see our 75c. Corset.
Come ami see our SI Corset.
Come and see our f 1 50 Corset.
Come and see our $2 Corset.
Come and see our P. D. Corset
Sweeping Reactions to Close Oit Oar Sprioi Stool!
ii mm k ed.
We Have Just Received:
PLAIN, WHITE and EMBROIDERED 3IULL FICHUS.
WHITE E3IBUOIDEREI) ROBES, from $8 to sl6.
SPECIAL DRIVE IN LADIES’ HANDKERCHIEFS.
LADIES’ FANCY BORDERED H. S. HANDKERCHIEFS at 15c., worth 20c.
LADIES’FANCY BORDERED and 310 URNING HANDKERCHIEFS at 20c.,
worth 25c.
LADIES’ FANCY BORDERED and 3IOURNING HANDKERCHIEFS at 25c.,
worth 30c.
LADIES’ FANCY BORDERED and 3IOURNING HANDKERCHIEFS at 30c.,
worth 40c.
Another lot ot those Cream, Tan and Blue JERSEYS received. Coaching Parasols,
all shades, at $2 35, worth $3. A large assortment of Gfcnts’ Underwear, Socks,
Handkerchiefs, etc., at
GUTMAN’S,
141 BROUGHTON STREET,
gjivpcuttiu? JStUlo.
TinETICKBT FORIisST
THE SEAMLESS TURPENTINE STILL,
\\T ITH A PLATFORM DECLARED AGAINST LEAKS, which will cause A LARGE IX
TV CREASE, over all other makes, of both Spirits and Rosin to the operator. The cause
of the great increase m Naval Stores last year may not be from over-production of the Crude
Turpentine, but from the great saving from leaks by the general use of
SVtcMillan Bros.’ Seamless Turpentine Still!
We have THIRTY-FIVE NEW and SECOND-HAND STILLS, from Twelve to Thirty Bar
rels capacity, together with a large assortment of EXTRA WORMS, CAPS, ARMS, EXTRA
STILL BOTTOMS, GRATE BARS, DOORS, GLUE KETTLES and ail kinds of STILL TRIM
MINGS. REPAIRS through the country a specialty. As now is the time to place vour orders
for STILLS, call on or address McMILLAN Bros.,
SAVANNAH, GA., or FAYETTEVILLE, N. C.
(ftuttito, etc.
mrmrn trunks!
SATCHELS, SATCHELS,
BAGS!
-AT-
E. L. NEIDLINGrER, SON & CO.S,
156 St. Julian and 153 Bryan Streets.
ffarriaaro, Yjantroo, etr.
SALOMON COHEN’S
CARRIAGE AND WAGON REPOSITORY,
CORNER BAY AND MONTGOMERY STREETS,
Where can be found a large and well selected stock of CARRIAGES and BUGGIES, which
will be sold at reduced prices. Also, will call the attention of
NAVAL STORES MANUFACTURERS
TO two car-loads of WAGONS just received, all of the best manufacturers and modern
improvements. lam determined to sell, and only ask parties in need of Vehicles to
call and examine my stock and prices.
Also, a full line of DOUBLE and SINGLE HARNESS.
W. F. CONSTANTINE & CO.,
95 aiul 97 York Street,
Between Abercorn and Drayton,
Boarding and Livery Stables
SPECIAL ATTENTION given to boarding
Horses. A nice lot of CARRIAGES,
BUGGIES and SADDLE HOR-ES. Furnish
Carriages for Funerals, Weddings, Railroad
and Steamboat calls at short notice.
JUST THINK OF IT.
Colored Cashmeres reduced to 50c., were 75c
Colored Cashmeres reduced to 75c., were fl '
Black Nun’s Veilings reduced to 60c., were ii
Black Nun’s Veilings reduced to 25c., were3s<-’
Colored Nun’s Veilings reduced to 25c.,yrere 35c!
JUST THINK OF IT.
Colored Satins reduced to 33*., were sOr.
Colored Satins reduced to 60c., were 75c,
Colored Satins reduced to 75c., were fl.
Black Satins reduced to 75c., were f 1.
Black Satins reduced were f 1 50.
JUST THINK OF IT.
Black Silks reduced to f I 73, were f2 25.
Black Silks reduced to $1 9S, were f2 50.
Black Silks reduced to f2 23, were *2 75.
Colored Silks reduced to f 1 25, were f 1 75,
Colored Silks reduced to f 1 50, were 52.
JUST WIINK OF IT.
A Turkish Bathing Towel, worth 20c., at 10c.
A Turkish Bathing Towel, worth 25c.. at 12 1 2 c,
A Turkish Bathing Towel, worth 35c., at 25c.
A Turkish Bathing Towel, worth 50c., at 35c,
A Turkish Bathing Towel, worth five., at 40c.
JUST THINK OF IT.
Bed Spreads and Q.uilta at 50c., worth 75c.
Bed Spreads and Quilts at 75c., worth fl.
Bed Spreads and Quilts at fl, worth f 1 50.
Bed Spreads and Quilts at $1 25, worth f2.
Bed Spreads and Quilts at f 1 50. worth f2 50.
Bed Spreads and Quilts at f2, worth fa.
Bed Spreads and Quilts at f3 50, worth f6.
JUST THINK OF IT.
Laces, which were cheap at 30c., reduced to
IBc.
Laces, which were cheap at 40c., reduced to
25c.
Laces, which were cheap at 50c., reduced to
35c.
Laces, which were cheap at 75c., reduced to
50c.
Laces, which were cheap at fi, reduced to
76c.
Laoes, which were cheap at f 1 50, reduced to
fl.
JUST THINK OF IT.
Parasols, worth f2, reduced toll 25.
Parasols, worth |2 50, reduced to f 1 50.
Parasols, worth f.3, reduced to fl 75.
Parasols, worth f4, reduced to f2 50.
Parasols, worth f5, retluced to f.3 50.
Parasols, worth f7 50, reduced to |5.
JUST THINK OF IT.
Come and see our sc. Ladies' Hose.
Come anil see our 10c. Ladies’ Hose.
Come and see our 19c. Ladies’ Hose.
Come and see our Silk Lisle Hose.
Come and see our Misses' Hose.
Come and see our Gents’ Half Hose.
They are the best for the money in the city.
Come and see our Underwear.
No better for the price can be had.
Don’t forget to see our Gloves and Jerseys.
BUDWEISER BEER
On Draught Will Carry the Day.
OEO. MEYER
HAS just received a car load of the “Origi
nal Budweiser” Beer, in half and quarter
barrels, from Anheuser-Busch Brewing Asso
ciation, St. Louis, Mo.; specially brewed as a
treat to our patrons. The Budweiser as well
as Anheuser will be on tap to-day at the same
prices at F. J. Ruckert’s, T. M. Ray’s, Phil
Bewan’s, Geo. Schwarz’B, Harnett House Bar,
J. M. Henderson’s, A. .Jackson’s, das. Lane’s,
T. Magee’s, Gustave Fox’s, and all first-class
saloons.
OFFICE, 112 BAY STREET.