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AWFUIHAKD LISES.
Though you should come and kneel low at my
feet.
And weep in blood-red tears of agony,
It would not bring one single pang to me.
Nor stir my heart out of ita quiet beat.
There was a time when any word you spoke.
When just the sound of your melodious voice
Would thrill me through and make my heart
Tour wid'was law. But now the spell is broke.
You rudely woke me from my dream of bliaa.
Knowing mr lore, reading it everywhere.
Ton sought to see fa >w much my heart would
bear.
Some things I can forgive; but never this.
And though an angel, with a shining brow.
Should come from heaven and speak to me,
and sav:
••tro with this man and lie his own alway,”
I would defy her, rather than trust you now.
Though you should pray me, writhing in white
pain.
For just one last caress, and I should know
That yon were draining all the dregs of woe,
I would"not let you hold my hand again.
This is a woman's love, a woman’s pride.
There is a stream that never can be crossed;
It roli- lietween us, and the trust I lost
Was sunk forever in the seething tide.
—Burlington Hawkey.
IDOLS OK THE SO. Til.
The Reverence with Which Gen. Kobcrt
K. tee wa Regarded—Stonewall Jack
eon the Havelock of the Confederacy.
The difference in the manner in which
liens. R. K. Lee and T. J. Jackson were
regarded by the Confederate army of
Northern Virginia, says the Xatioml lie
publican, is one of the curious features of
the war. Both Generals were recognized
as men of genius, of piety, and of kindli
ness of heart; both were courteous and
dignified in their intercourse with others,
although Jackson was very abrupt and
curt in speech aud action, and yet they
were looked upon and treated by
the troops in a direct contrary manner.
For Gen. Lee the men had an implicit
trust and reverent affection that never
faltered from the time he took command
of the army until they crowded around
him in tearful silence to bid him a last
farewell on the hill near Appomattox
Court House, where the battle flags were
unfurled for the last time before being
piled upon the surrendered stacks of
arms. To tell the truth, he was half dei
fied in the thoughts of his troops, and
they never doubted the issue of a cam
paign under his leadership, not even in
the beginning of the campaign of 1865,
when defeat was pressing all other sec
tions of the Confederacy, and had not
“the bottom of the bucket so suddenly
fallen out” it is more than likely that a
dictatorship would have been thrust upon
him as a last resort to beat back the over
whelming numbers of the Federals.
Gen. Lee was a fine figure when
mounted on his iron-gray horse Traveler,
and even when on a hot and dusty march
looked always neat. His dress then was
a simple gray sack coat, with the star of
a General on the turn-down collar, a dark
slouch hat looped up on the left side, gray
pants, and long riding boots. 1 never saw
him with cither sword or pistol buckled
on him. As he rode along beside the
marching ranks, at the head of his staff,
he always had his hat pulled down over
his brow, with his chin lifted as if gazing
intently into the distance. He was al
ways considerate for the health and com
fort ot his men. One of the most pro
voking things to a regiment of infantry
on a hot, dusty, and wearisome march
was for some mounted officer of man to
dome dashing along kicking up mo.'e dust,
or attempting to make way along the
road, which the infantry always claimeu
as their right of way. * Some Generals
and their staff indulged in this
practice, but Gen. Lee never. He
always took to the fields, Again, it
was currently reported and believed that
when the army was in straits for rations
he utterly refused to make use of the del
icacies which the farmers were eager to
send to his headquarters, but ordered
them to be turned over to the field hospi
tal. When occasion offered he visited the
sick and wounded, and many a poor fel
low was revived by his cheering words
and sympathy. All these things, and
othere that might be enumerated, en
deared him to his troops. On the march
the General’s presence among the col
umns was scarcely noticed, except that
the tired limbs were braced up and the
spirits raised for further effort: but when
he passed along the roads leading among
the bivouacs and camps, the men invaria
bly crowded to the roadside and greeted
"him with a reverent silence that was more
eloquent, perhaps, than the wildest cheer
ing. He no doubt was pleased and en
couraged at this silent homage, yet he al
ways responded by gravely lifting his hat
without a change ot countenance. The
writer never recollects to have seen Gen.
Lee's face otherwise than serious and pre- ]
occup'ed.
Two examples may be given to show
the estimation in which Gen. Lee was
held and to illustrate the belief that the
success of the cause was absolutely de
pendent on him. At the battle of Antie
tam, late in the afternoon, Gen. Burnside
forced a passage of the bridge and as
sailed fiercely the thin Confederate line
on the ridge. This was before A. I*. Hill’s
division had come up from Harper’s
Ferry. Finally, the Holcombe legion of
South Carolinians, after fighting bravely,
gave way in confusion, leaving a danger
ous cap in the lines, and the day seemed
about lo3t on the right. At this critical
juncture Gen. Lee rode up to them, and,
seizing their flag, shouted: “What! ray
men, are you going to desort your country
in its hour of peril? Come on; your Gen
eral will lead you!” The legion rallied
immediately and reformed the line, but
refused to charge until Gen. Lee had re
tired. He consented, and they gamely
plunged into the fight and held their own
until A. P. Hill came up.
Again, at Spottsylvariia Court House,
when Hancock’s men had swept over the
salient, capturing the entire division and
guns of Gen. Edward Johnson, and threat
ening to break the Confederate Army in
two, and when the battle seemed lost to
the Confederates, Gen. Lee, who never
iesitaied to expose himself at the point of
danger, dashed up to Gen. J. B. Gordon’s
jlivision and announced his intention to
lead them personally to the rescue. When
h> placed himself in front instantly cries
arose from the ranks, “Lee to the rear!”
“Lee to the rear!” Gen. Gordon seized
the bridle rein of Gen. Lee, and assuring
him that the division would not budge if
he did not retire, Lee reluctantly rode
back, whereupon the division swept for
ward in gallant style and re-established
the broken lines.
I venture to assert that no such regard
would have been shown for the safety ot
any other Confederate commander,
whether Johnson or Beauregard, or even
Jackson himself. If this deep veneration
was not inspired by elevation of character
ard by what is indefinitely styled “per
sonal magnetism,” then I am at a loss to
account for the fact in the case.
And now as to Gen. Jackson. Before
the war he had been a plodding professor
at the Virginia Military Institute,and had
been noted for nothing except close atten
tion to his professional duties, a strict ob
servance of his religious tenets, and a
general diffidence and awkwardness of
manner that amounted to eccentricity,
and which made him at times the butt of
the lively cadets. The firm stand of his
brigade at Manassas brought him respect
in the army, and gave to him the historic
sobriquet “Stonewall.’’ The campaign in
the valley recalled the tactics ot Bona
parte in’ the Italian quadrilateral, and
Jackson lost nothing by the comparison.
From that time onward he was the idol
of the army. For faculty of combination,
for power of concentration, for rapidity of
calculation, for fierceness of execution,
Gen. Jackson in his valley campaign had
shown himself to be head and
shoulders above any subordinate com
mander of the Confederate armies, East
or West. His name was in every mouth,
and nothing but praises went with It.
The masses of his countrymen engaged in
battling for a cause they deemed to be
sacred found something in the character
of the man that suited their temperament
in their time of labor, and this was apart
from the services he had recently rendered.
It was his retiring modesty, his utter care
lessness of pomp and show, and his sim
ple trust in God, and if ever a man be
lieved in the righteousness of his cause,
and that the Giver of victories smiled
upon it, that man was Thomas Jonathan
Jackson. It may be said here that up to
this period Jackson was never understood.
When he made the celebrated forced
march to Romney, Va., in the winter of
there was a howl all along the line
for his removal as a fanatical incompe
tent, but Gov. Letcher knew his man, and
refused to revoke his commission. Again,
before the war, in 1860, he had gathered
together some 500 negro children and
taught them in Sunday school in Lexing
ton, Va., and this raised a terrible storm
throughout the State. But he kept the
even tenor of his way undisturbed. He
was as firm as adamant where he thought
his duty was concerned.
It was only during the seven days’ fight
that the main body of the army came to
recognize Jackson in persona. His photo-
graphs do not give an adequate idea of
the msn. They do not mark him apart as
a leader of men, and show that inherent
fitness for high participation in the events
of that epoch which the chances of war
had brought to light. Says one of his
men: “It would have been easy to have
mistaken him for the courier of one of his
Brigadiers, for all external tokens to the
contrary; his single-breasted coat of
rusty gray, sun-scorched about the shoul
ders, until It was almost yellow, and his
plain cadet cap of the same hue tilted
forward until the visor rested almost upon
his nose, were meaner in appearance than
the make-up of many a smart fellow
whose musket was the badge of his sta
tion, and not a quartermaster in the corps
but would have considered Jackson’s
gaunt old sorrel a bad swap for his own
nag. But the bright and piercing look of
his steel-blue eyes, when one could get a
glimpse of them under the cap brim, the
firm 6et ot his lips, and the impatient
jerking of his arms from time to time told
of the eager working of the energetic soul
within.” And the description is a true
one to the letter.
After the seven days’ battle, whenever
there was great cheering on any part of
the line, it used to be said by the listeners:
“It’s either Jackson or a rabbit.” Now
the meaning of this was that whenever a
rabbit was started in the bivouac of a
brigade, the entire complement of officers
and men would turn out to pursue bunny,
and, by heading him off here and turning
him there, poor bunny, who in the end
would become bewildered by the diaboli
cal yells and cheers which met him at
every turn, was generally captured. Now-
Gen. Jackson shunned, if he could, the
demonstrations which greeted him w hen
ever he passed a camp of his own corps
or of Longstreet’s. The men would
gather on the roadside waving their hats
and yelling like demons, the yells being
taken up from camp to camp, as “Old
Jack” went skurrying along on his old
sorrel as fast as he could lay feet to the
ground. There was a spice of mis
chievousness in this, for soldiers are like
school boys, and they knew how badly
Jatkson hated notoriety, but their admi
ration and enthusiasm for him were such
that they would have charged the very
gates of hades at his bidding. Never were
more genuinely sorrowful tears shed than
those that fell’from the eyes of his army
on Jackson’s bier.
I recollect that just bet ore the battle of
; Fredericksburg (Burnside’s) Gen. J. E.
B. Stuart presented Jackson with a brand
new unilorm, covered w r ith gold lace and
stars, and as gaudy as a peacock’s train.
Jackson had never worn it, but on the
morning of the grand assault Stuart had
persuaded him to put it on. Accompanied
by Stuart and some of his staff he rode
slowly in front of the Confederate lines
from right to left, but he was not recog
nized until he reached Pickett’s division,
then placed in the centre of the line.
Stuart mischievously pointed out the gor
geous-looking individual to some officer
of the division, and it ran down the line
like wildfire, “Old Jack’s got anew uni
form.” Instautly the men leaped upon
the breastworks, yelling wildly and
swinging their hats, until Jackson could
bear it uo longer, but, turning a reproach
ful look upon Stuart, he clapped spurs to
old sorrel and galloped off to his own
command. Suffice it to say, he pulled his
new duds oil' as soon as he had an oppor
tunity.
Now, who can explain the philosophy
of it? Neither Johnston, nor Beauregard,
nor Longstreet, nor Hill, nor Early, nor
even Jeb Stuart were ever looked upon by
the army in the same light as Lee and
Jackson. And yet all these officers were
worthy of enthusiastic admiration and
unflinching support. It is one of the mys
teries that make us believe that actions
and events are largely beyond the ken of
the pure reasoning faculties.
THU HOME OF TROUP.
A Visit to Valdosta, where Uov. Troup
Lived aud Died.
But little Is known abroad, as nothing
has been written, says a Dublin letter to
the Telegraph and Messenger, of Valdosta,
the old home of an ex-Governor and. a
noted Georgian, George M. Troup. It is
situated about seven miles from this place
and near the Oconee river, and upon a
gradually sloping elevation, higher by
several feet than the surrounding country.
The visitor or the traveler would never
guess that the lone log house standing out
in bold relief upon this cone-shaped hill,
was all that remained of the habitation of
one who had held the highest position in
the councils of anat; on . an( j when he is
tna t this solitary structure, in
all of its roughness, was once the “grand
room,” the “ladies’ parlor,” the room in
which Cupid bent his bow and thrust ar
rows plucked from the quiver of the beau
tiful Orilie Troup, afterwards Mrs. Dr.
Vigal, he would, as I did, marvel, and
doubts would crowd themselves upon his
brain.
As you approach this historic spot there
are
“No storied windows dight.
Casting a dim or blazing light.”
The mound on which the house stood
gives one a grand landscape view. Espe
cially was I impressed with the magnifi
cence of the scenery revealed from the
southeast and southwest. The lauds from
the spot gradually taper downward for
two or more leagues and then as gradu
ally an elevation begins, and as far as the
eye can reach, far over in Montgomery
county, it is feasted to its fullest. When
I visited this spot it was at that hour
when the imagination is given play to re
trospection and perhaps the beauty of
surroundings is heightened. One of the
most gorgeous of sunsets lent its presence
and I couldmlmost imagine that the king
cf day himself preferred to linger awhile
to cast his eye of molten fire upon Val
dosta and contemplate the quietude of its
surroundings. The building, it cannot be
termed a mansion, was not, as I have said
and as some might suppose, an imposing
structure, but they might be equally sur
prised to know that Gov. Troup’s home con
sisted of numerous small log huts thrown
together. None of the apartmeuts were
ever ceiled or plastered, exeept one, and
this was the “grand room.” It is a fact
worthy of repeating—that the master and
lord ol Valdosta abhorred a plank or brick
bouse. He liked free and fresh and plenty
of pure ventilation, and pre
ferred the common, plain log cal); u io the
high-gabled roof and frescoed hall.
The hospitality of Valdosta was its
characteristic feature. Its doors were
never closed against the poor and needy,
the sick or weary, but they constantly
stood ajar. Notwithstanding its proprie
tor was called an aristocrat, the humblest
found a hearty welcome awaiting at Val
dosta. Of the once proud and umbrage
ous trees, with prolific foliage that clus
tered and hovered near, all are gone, save
one lone wild olive, and this, all covered
with long draping gray moss, dropping
down in long festoons, reminds one of
some lone, wearv and aged sentinel, left
on duty, true to the charge and withering
under*old age’s touch. One chimney
stands also, made of native sand rock,
and it poses against the ‘grand room.”
Upon its back is the inscription, “G. M.
Troup, Jan. 1,1852,” at which time this
room was made an addition.
The well of water used by Gov. Troup's
household is in use to-day by one of his
former slaves. Induced by curiosity to
quaff from the same libation which had
cooled the lips and tongue that spoke
such burning, eloquent truths, 1 drew
from its depths a cooling beverage. It
was from this home that George M.Troup
was called to Congress, to the executive
chair of Georgia and to the second high
est place in the gift of human power.
Gov. Troup’s living was in keeping with
his rural home, and his manner and mode
of dress equally as simple. His wardrobe
was home-made and “storeclothes” found
no favor in his eyes.
At Valdosta some of the most prominent
men of the day were entertained in royal
style. Among that number I could men
tion Gen. Mirabeau B. Lamar, Randolph
Spaulding, Mansfield Torrence, J as. I’ink
ney Smith, Dr. Wm. McDaniel, Col. Jas.
J. Jackson and dozens of others that I
might enumerate, but whose names I do
not now recall. The sideboard at Val
dosta was always filled with the best
wines and brandies, and the old Governor
never felt that he had dined unless he had
seen the sparkles upon his glass. One
characteristic of him was that he seldom
tasted of anything intoxicating before 11
o’clock a. m., and then he made merry
with his friends.
THE OHIO ELECTION.
Not 80 Anxious to Bet as They Were.
The Ohio election, says a Washington
special, is the leading topic of discussion
among politicians. Men who one week
ago offered to bet tbeir property and per
sonal effects that the Republicans will
carry the State by from 10,000 to 15,000
majority to-day will net bet a dollar that
the Republicans elect their ticket. Sev
eral sporting men who have already bet
on a Republican majority are now trying
to “hedge.” Several Democrats who have
placed their money on Ohio to-day re
fused offers to draw down the stakes.
High novelties in Sash Ribbons, at Alt
mayer’s opening Monday and Tuesday.
THE SAVANNAH MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, OCTOBER 12, 1884.
MEN AS DRESSMAKERS.
Ladies Who Have Their Suits Made by
Tailors.
“A woman’s much easier to fit than a
man,” said a fashionable down
town tailor the other day, as
he sat cross-legged on his table
making button holes in a pigeon-breasted
garment somewhat resembling a coat,
to a Washington Star reporter.
“They’re much more satisfactory to fit.
There’s form—grace— symmetry; beauti
ful! Not all angles like men.
“Bah! You can’t fit a man. But look at
that!” he cried with a burst of profession
al enthusiasm, holding up the garment
that lay in his lap so as to display the
swell of the bust and graceful curve of
the hips. “Look at that. Isn’t it grace
—symmetry—form *”
“What is it,” asked the Star man, who
stood with his head on one side eyeing the
garment from a distance. “What is it?”
‘•What? Why a ladies’ waist. What
have I been talking about? You don’t
think there is a man with such a form?”
“Do you mean to say you make ladies’
garments?”
“01 course. I fit dresses on some of the
most fashionable ladies in Washington.
You don’t think they could get a dress
maker to make a waist like that? Noone
but a man—an artist tailor—could do
that.”
“But how do you manage? How do you
—How—that is, how do you fit them—try
them on, yon know?” asked the scribe’,
trying to hide his blushes behind a red
bandanna.
“Manage? Manage?-Oh, yes; I see.
Easily enough. The fitting is very easily
managed. You have never been to Paris?
They know how to do everything there.
The fitting is easily arranged. Our cus
tomers are ladies" who have traveled
ladies of refinement. Fit? Why, just a
few minutes ago I measured a lady for a
pair of pants.”
“A pair of what?”
“A pair of pants. Ladies wear pants
with their riding habits. They wear them
under their riding skirts. This has been
the custom for some time. They wear
their skirts shorter than formerly—just so
as to touch the ground when they stand.
Then they wear pants underneath, nothing
else; no skirts. Oh, ah, you are wonder
ing how I manage about the pants,” he
added, noticing the puzzled and embar
rassed expression which had taken pos
session of the scribe’s countenance. “It
is all extremely delicate and modest. You
ought to go to Paris. We measure the
size of a ladv’s waist. Then the distance
from the waist to the floor. Then we have
her sit on a table and measure the dis
tance from her waist to the table. Sub
tract this from the distance from her
waist to the floor, and we have the length
of her—l mean the leg of the pants.
When they are cut and basted she tries
them on for herself. The fitting is all man
aged very nicely. We make a great many
ladies’ suits. In fact, all the fashionable
ladies, particularly those who have been
to Paris, have their suits made bv tailors.
Washington is getting almost like Paris.
The ladies have good taste. I could name
lots of ladies—l don’t know how many—
who come in and have their measures
taken, just as graciously as men would,
and they are much easier to fit and pleas
anter to serve than men. And tbe trying
on of garments? We have parlors, and
maids in attendance. They retire to a
parlor and put on the garment, which is
basted together, and when they get it on
I am sent for and go in and fit it, taking it
in here, marking it for alt ration, and Set
ting it out there. When I have finished I
retire, and the lady again changes her
garment. Everything is very modest.
This is the custom altogether in Paris,
and is very rapidly becoming so here.”
“What is the cost ot a lady’s suit?”
“It depends somewhat upon the materi
al. Some are S9O, some SIOO, some $125
and more.”
“Do you make party dresses, or any
thing of that kind ?”
“No, we don’t do anything at that. They
can be blown together by a dressmaker.
We make walking suits, and superintend
the preparation of the .better part of their
wardrobe. Fashionable generally
have quite a number of difforti 1 *- styles of
cloth suits, and heavy silks alio satins.
These are what we make, Sometimes we
have a lady’s entire wardrobe br’OH-tot
here, and repair it, as it were. We change
tbe cut of some suits, alter the looping in
on another; arranging the drapery; and
then make new suits to supply the places
of those w hich cannot be worn any more,
and to keep up with the latest fashion.
Then we make a large number of riding
habits. We have a wooden horse which
they sit on while we arrange the folds of
their habits.
“Ob. yes,” he added, drawing his legs
up under him once more and running his
hand over the face of his goose; “the la
dies’ costumes that are intended to fit are
made by men.”
SUFFERINGS OF AN EMPRESS.
Stately Splendor that Serves to Mask
Noble Endurance and Heroic Patience.
Strange, and sometimes pathetic, says
Mme. de Stael in her London letter, are
the ways of those royal households of
which only the cold, stately splendor
meets the eye. How lew, seeing the Em
press of Germany fulfilling all the duties
of her station, every inch a Queen, would
guess that for 18 months, since her acci
dent, she has been racked with almost in
tolerable pain. Unable to walk or leave
her chair, she had herself carried once a
week to the Augusta Hospital and to the
Augusta foundation for the daughters of
poor officers and those killed in battle.
Both these institutions are her own work,
and she dispenses in person consola
tion, advice and commands. Every Sun
day, well or ailing, she attends divine
service, not in her private chapel or ora
tory, but in one of the public churches.
Empress in name—slave in fact—she
shirks none of the obligations, even the
most trying ones, of hor station, and as
tonishes the most experienced diplomats
and ablest State Ministers by the readi
ness of her wit, her unfaling tact anrifpro
found erudition. Those who see her haut
pas, covered with priceless jewels, robed
in her purple mantle fringed with heavy
sables, do not realize that the regal train
intentionally thrown over her feet hide
the maimed.’ tortured limb as effectually
as her sufferings are concealed under
the smile which she turns on the Emperor
at her right, on the mistress of the robes
standing a little back on the left, or on the
ladies bending low before her in a triple
courtesy as they pass.
She, who best could reveal the truth
and tell ol noble endurance and brave pa
tience, is the old Silesian woman w T ho was
brought from her peasant home in the
provinces to give the sovereign relief by
her deft manipulations. She has done
nothing else since her childhood, and the
professional gift of healing frictions is he
reditary in her family, as it is with many
of the Silesian shepherds. This aged
woman rubs the Empress twice, some
times three times a day, according to
the intensity of the pain, and is
rarely away from her now. She follows
her in her drives, to church, in her
travels; she sits in the ante-room during
the Thursday receptions, in a tribune
during the royal balls and concerts, a
quaint, homely and picturesque figure.
Unwilling to part from her even for a
short visit to her native village, the
Empress sent for her daughter, alreadv a
mature woman, to come to Berlin, and
lent her a court carriage to visit all the
lions and places of interest. The old Sile
sian peasant is loud in praise of her royal
patient, and perhaps no more sincere
tribute is paid to the courageous en
durance and kindly nature of the much
tried sovereign.
Elopement Scandal* In Newspapers.
Bouton Transcript.
It should be remembered in extenuation
of the habit of some newspapers to make
much of an elopement scandal, that when
newspapers were first started in England
the only news they contained was about
elopements. A certain class of journals
on this side of the water act as though
thev had struck a bonanza when put in
possession of the “irregular” proceedings
of somebody, with more money than
brains, who elope with somebody else
about as brainless. In order to have the
story complete, there must be a great dis
parity in the positions of the eloping par
ties. It would not be in good form for a
runaway flight to take place between a
young lady of considerable means and
anybody of a higher social dignity than a
coachman. Common mechanics are
barred out of such little social arrange
ments. The demands of society must be
maintained. If a young lady who has
brilliant prospects financially is bound to
run away, she will be voted extremely
vulgar unless some insinuating coachman
is intrusted with her love.
Immense variety in plain and fancy
Dress Buttons, to match every conceiva
ble shade of material, to be found at Alt
mayer’s opening.
Fine shoes for Ladies, Misses and Chil
dren, a specialty, at Altmayer’s,
DUNGEON LIFE.
A Fecnllar Brooch—The Count Gonfe
lonteri’s Imprisonment for Fifteen
Years.
There is or was lately (1871) a Polish
lady, the Countess of K , living in
Paris. She wears a very singular brooch.
It is encircled by twenty precious stones,
on a ground of dark-blue enamel, covered
in the centre by glass. And what does
this brooch contain? A portrait or a lock
of hair? No, only four common pins, bent
together in the form of a star! And she
wears this in memory cf her husband, a
Polish nobleman, who was put into prison
because he was thought to be a secret
enemy to the government. It was a dark,
deep dungeon lar down under the ground.
He had no ore to speak to, for no one was
allowed to see him but the keeper of the
prison, and he, of course, was not per
mitted to converse with his prisoner.
Days, weeks, months passed on, and he
was still left in his dungeon. He was
most miserable, aud feared that he should
lose his senses, for his reason seemed
to be giving away. Oh! if he had
only some hope—some one thing to relieve
his misery. Feeling all over his coat one
day he found four pins, and he actually
wept for joy; yet what could four pins be
to him? He took them from his coat and
threw them down on the floor of his dun
geon. and then he went down on his hands
and knees and felt all over the floor till he
found them agaiD. When he had succeed
ed in this he scattered them again on the
floor, and could you have gone into his
dungeon you would have found him grop
ing on hi’s hands ami knees for his four
pins. When, after six years’ imprison
ment, he was set free, they still found him
groping in the dark for his four pins. It
was all his work. Nor would he leave his
prison without taking his pins with him.
They were his best friends, because they
had given him something to do in his soli
tude and confinement, aud his Countess
had them mads into a brooch which she
valued more than gold. They had pre
served her husband’s reason.
The following is one ol the most affect
ing records in existence. It is from Count
Gonfalonieri’s account of his imprison
ment in the fortress of Spielberg, above
the town of Brunn, in Moravia, for a po
litical offense in the reign ot the Emperor
Francis ot Austria, who died in 1835. He
was an Italian, and had conspired to dis
possess the Austrians at Milan: “lam
an old Yuan now, but by fifteen years my
soul is younger than my body! Filteen
year3 I existed (lor 1 did not live, it was
not life) in the self-same dungeon, ten
feet square. During six years I had a
companion; during nine Iwas alone! I
never rightly distinguished the face of
him who shared my captivity in the eter
nal twilight of our cell. The first year we
talked Incessantly together. We related
our past lives, our joys forever gone, ever
and over again. Tbe’next year we com
municated to each other our thoughts and
ideas on all subjects. The third year we
had no ideas to communicate—we were
beginning to lose the power of reflection.
The fourth, at the interval of a month or
so, we would open our lips to ask each
other if it were indeed possible that the
world w ent on as gay and bustling as
when we formed a portion of mankind.
The fifth, we were silent. The sixth, he
was taken away—l never knew where
to execution, to liberty—but I was glad
he was gone; even solitude were better
than that dim, vacant face. After that I
was alone. Only one event broke in upon
my nine years mieery. One day—it must
ha've been a year or two after my compan
ion left me—the dungeon door w as opened
and a voice, from whom proceeding 1
know not, uttered these words: ‘By or
der of His Imperial Majesty, I lutimate to
you that your wife died a year ago.’ Then
the door shut and I heard no more. They
but flung this great agony in upon me and
left me alone with it.”
The companion for six years with Count
Gonfaionieri w r as a Frenchman, Count
Andryane, who has since published some
memoirs of his own life (“Memoires d’un
Prisonmer d’Etat, par Comte Alexander
Andryane.”) He mentions that Count
Gonfaionieri was liberated at the Empe
ror’s death in 1835, and sent to the United
States, from whence he r turned to Aus
tria. There, broken down by sorrow and
suffering, he wandered about for a few
years, and died at Urian, pied de St. Go
tharu, PccembPr, 1848.
F VKMEB OBERT’S IV * COMTEK.
A Plan to 31uke Hor a Brian Without'
HnrPr'vious Knowledge.
Henrj Obertis a well-to-do farmer liv
ing in the adjoining county of Wayne,
says a Scranton (Pa.) special of Oct. 7.
Ho does not own the farm he lives upon,
ami the owner, a wealthy widower ot
middle age, occupies a portion of the
farm house. Farmer Obert has the repu
tation of being extremely close-fisted in
his business transactions. He has a very
handsome daughter, 18 years old, named
Lena. Some time ago the wealthy owner
ot the farm asked Obert for his daughter
in marriage. The farmer and his wife
both readiiy consented to the match. The
girl had not been consulted in the matter
by the man who wanted her for his wife,
nor was she spoken to on the subject by
her parents after they had told the wid
ower he could have her. She had always
been a dutiful and faithful daughter, and
thev did not for a moment suppose she
would oppose their wishes. The wedding
day was fixed for Oct. 1.
Two weeks ago the girl’s mother told
her she intended to give a large party on
the night of that day. Lena was sur
prised, as suen a thing as social festivity
in their house had never been known be
fore. Many invitations were sent out,
but to no one was anything said about
what the occasion of the gathering was.
Lena came to Scranton with her mother
the week before last, and a dress was pur
chased for her. On the afternoon ol' the
day fixed for the wedding the girl’s moth
er showed her some articles of dress
which were so plainly those worn by
brides that she inquired who was to wear
them. Mrs. Obert then told her daughter
what the occasion of the party was.
Lena w r as at first so astounded that she
could not speak. When she recovered
from her astonishment she denounced both
her lather and mother for attempting to
dispose of her like larra stock, especially
to a man whom they knew she despised.
She left home at once, walking to this city,
a distance of 16 miles. She has friends
here, and she is now staying with them.
As the guests arrived at the farm house
to attend the party they were informed by
Mrs. Obert of the sudden overthrow of
her plans, and were sent away. Great in
dignation prevails in the neighborhood
over the conduct of the girl’s parents.
GRAND LIFE IN T RANCE.
An Estimate of the Cost of Living In High
Style In Paris.
Figaro has begun a senes of studies on
the art of living in grand style in 1884.
The writer supposes a minimum income
of 3iX),000 francs (say £12,000) a year.
First of all for the Paris establishment.
The household in question will be served
by a cook, an undercook, amaitred’hotel,
a valet de chainbre, three footmen,a cham
bermaid and an assistant chambermaid
or lingere. The cook will be paid 1,200
francs a year. His accounts will be 2,000
to 2,500 francs a month, on which he will
receive a commission of five per cent.
The maitre d’hotel is paid 1,200 francs a
year and dressed; the valet de chambre
is paid 1,200 francs, but has to dress him
self. The footmen are paid from 60 to 80
francs a month and dressed completely.
Figaro savs the toilet anil livery ot a first
class footman represent an outlay ot up
ward of £IOO a year. A good governess
is paid from £IOO to £l2O a year, a tutor
from £l2O to £l6O. The concierge and his
wife are paid together 1,200 to I,Boofrancs,
without board, but with livery. The head
coachman or piquer receives £IOO a year,
with lodging, but without board. He
drives when madame goes out alone or
with her husbaqd, but he never drives his
master alone nor the children. This im
portant personage has a second, who is
paid 70 francs a month, with board. The
stable helpers are paid 130 francs a month
at Paris, without board or lodging. For
Paris service the household will need
three or four carriage horses, two other
horses for night work, some ponies and
cobs. A fine pair of carriage horses costs
from £6OO to £I,OOO. In short, the horses
and carriages, counting seven horses in
all, will cost about 60,000 francs to buy
and 20,000 francs a year to keep up. Figaro
promises in another article to sum up the
cost of the country establishment and the
total expense of this grand existence on
£12,000 a year.
BITRNKTT’S cocoaise
Softens the Hair When Harsh and Dry.
j Soothes the irritated scalp.
Affords the richest lustre,
Prevents the hair from falling off.
Promotes its healthy, vigorous
growth.
Beaded Apron Fronts, at Altmayer’s
opening Monday and Tuesday.
THE OLDEST MAN IN MISSOURI.
Recollections of a Man Who Was Born
Before the Declaration of Independ
ence Was Signed.
At a point two milt 6 north of Inde
pendence, on the Wayne City road, says
the Kansas City Times, stands a one-story
weather-beaten frame house formerly
owned by Col. Gilpen, the man who is
credited with first prophesying the great
ness of Kansas City. From here an un
obstructed view is obtained of Independ
ence cn the south, Kansas City and
Wyandotte tn the west, aud Liberty on
the north. Here resides Christopher
Mann, who is undoubtedly the oldest per
son in Missouri, and one of the oldest in
the United States. A reporter visited the
aged patriarch recently, the occasion
being the celebration of his 110th birth
day. “Uncle Chris.,” as he is familiarly
called by his neighbors and acquaint
ances, has a mind well filled with tbe
happenings of “ether days long gone,”
and nothing gives him more pleasure than
the presence of a good listtner. Having
been born at a time when the American
colonies were struggling for freedom from
a tyrannical power, his early training in
stifled into his mind a deep love of inde
pendence and a strong sense of right. Un
like many men who “first saw light in
“declaration days,” he claims no personal
acquaintance w :b the father of his coun
try, although born within a few miles of
the Washington homestead.
While yet a boy he removed with his
father to Kentucky, and never tires re
lating anecdotes oi Daniel Boone, the
great hunter and trapper. He describes
Boone as being of medium height, muscu
lar build, keen gray eyes, small nose and
thin lips. He was a man who dealt only
with the realities of life, and when lie
smiled, which was seldom, his face lighted
up with a very singular and striking ex
pression. Boone very little inter
course with the people of that
sectiou, preferring the solitude cf the for
est or society of his wife to that of the
outside world.
Mr. Mann claims with pride that he
never was whijiped in a personal encoun
ter, and cites an incident in his life in
Kentucky, when he had a severe fight
with a noted “bully” named Lyons. This
man Lyons had on one occasion chastised
Mr. Mann’s father in a mauner which
fired the blood of tbe young man, and he
determined to whip Lyons on sight. One
day Lyons approached tbe house through
thecrcbaid and young Mann met him half
way and told him of his purpose. Both
men stripped to the waist and proceeded
to spar in a manner that showed they were
well matched. Finally Mann struck
Lyons a powerful blow in the face, which
dislocated his thumb, and ho was imme
diately clinched by Lyons. The bully,
expecting an encounter with the young
giant, had previously had his hair cut
very short, anu had greased his head with
bear’s oil, making it so slick that Mann
could not gain any advantage in that di
rection, but, getting a hold on his throat,
he soon checked the breathing of Lis op
ponent to such an extent that he readily
consented to say enough. During the
scuffle Mann received a powerful blow in
the side, which swelled to such size that
his father produced a lance and performed
a surgical operation on his son which
caused him to lose considerable blood but
afforded no relief.
Later on in life Mr. Mann passed through
Indiana on his way to a home in the far
West and stopped one night at a tavern
kept by Gen. William Henry Harrison,
afterward President of the United States.
Mr. Mr,nn says the house was crowded
and he was compelled to sleep on the floor,
for which accommodation the landlord
charged him full rate. “Never since then,”
observed Mr. Mann, “have I liked ‘Bill’
Harrison.” He remembers distinctly
when a single log hut stood on the bank
of the White river, where now is built the
prosperous city of Indianapolis. “Harri
son was a good fighter, though,” remarked
Mr. Mann, as his mind reverted to his fa
vorite topic, “and he did whip old Tecurn
seh powerful bad at the battle of Tippe
canoe.” He distinctly remembers “Dick”
Johnson, Stonewall Jackson, Gen. Orr,
Thomas Benton and other men of note.
Having removed to this county in 1840,
his recollections of early times in its
settlement form an interesting chapter.
He is now hale and hearty and bids fair
to live ten years longer.
MUCH ADO ABOUT FiV'.. CENTS.
Tli-- Gnat A mount of Detail Work in the
Treasury ! epartmerit.
Two gentlemen, says the New York
Times, were talking the other day ot the
late Secretary Folger’s devotion to duty,
and the conversation drifted into a discus
sion of the great amount of detail work in
the Treasury Department. As an in
stance of the scrupulous exactness with
which the work in the Redemption Bureau
is done, one of the gentlemen told the fol
lowing story:
“Several years ago,” he said, “I was
living in the country, and had among my
possessions an old desk. One day, in go
ing through this, I found four pieces of
scrip money of small denominations
which preceded the return of silver. Two
of these pieces were quarters and a third
was a 10-cent scrip. Each of these was
in fair condition. The fourth was a ragged
and soiled bit of paper, wiih nothing but
its size and feeling to indicate that it had
ever been money. After studying it for a
long time, I eor.elud- and it was originally a
5-cent scrip. I determined to send the
three good pieces to the Treasury Depart
ment for redemption, more as an experi
ment than anything els:. But my wife
insisted that the ragged piece must go
along with the rest. To humor her I en
closed it with the ethers, and a note ask
ing that the scrip be redeemed.
“A week or 10 days later, I was in
formed that there was a registered letter
at the post office lor me. I found a huge
envelope with three red seals and the card
of the Treasury Department upon it. In
the envelope were Several papers, three or
four, with printed and written matter
upon them. The papers were blanks
which had been filled out and extracts
from the law concerning the redemption
of fractional currency. From the docu
ments I learned that the three pieces I
had supposed w r ere redeemable were
counterfeit and of no value, and that the
only piece upon which I could base a
claim against the department was the
tattered and torn 5-cent scrip. Down in
one corner of the big envelope was a
smaller one, and in one corner of that
was a bright nickel 5-cent piece, which
the United States Government had sent
me in return for my 5-cent scrip.”
SKELETONS IN A TAVERN.
Supposed to be the Bones of Travelers
Were Murdered.
A cable dispatch from Berlin, sent a
few days ago to the German newspapers,
says a Meriden (Conn.) special, an
nounced the discovery of six human
skeletons in the cellar of a tavern in a
town called Turzig, near Rummelsberg,
in Germany. One of the bodies was
identified as that of B. Fuerstenberg, Jr.,
a prominent merchant of that locality,
who was never seen by his friends after
he had entered that tavern. His identity
w r as discovered by his clothing and valise.
The authorities are looking for the for
mer owner of the tavern, Call Siefert. He
has been found in this city and is recog
nized by several of the Germans here who
came from Turzig as the keeper of the
tavern in question. He displayed con
siderable money after he came here last
April and bought several building lots.
The German Consul was notified of the
whereabouts of Siefert, but he replied
that he was not aware that Siefert was
wanted in Germany, so he has not been
arrested.
Chief of Police Ford has gone to New
York to consult with the Consul.
The theory is that these skeletons are
the bodies of travelers who were murdered
and robbed.
The Great Industrial Exposition at New
Orleans
Is attracting attention all over the world.
It will present in the ordinary life of one
the largest and most influential centres
of the world, there will be seen many
strange and curious things constantly oc
curring. None stranger perhaps than the
Grand Monthly Drawing of the World-
Famed Louisiana State Lottery Company,
which will next occur there on Tuesday,
Oct. 14, of which all information can be
had of M. A. Dauphin, New Orleans, 1.a.,
on application.— Adv.
Elegant line of Oriental, Pompadore, Fe
doras, Valencienns, Torchons,’Medecias,
Escurial, Portland, Spanish, Chantilly,
and other new and fancy Laces, at Alt
mayer’s opening Monday and Tuesday
next.
Endless assortment of fancy Wings,
Breasts, Birds, etc., at prices that cannot
be duplicated, at Altmayer’s opening
Monday and Tuesday.
CHINESE BILLS OF FARE.
Epicurean Dishes of the Celestial King,
dona.
The epicure flourishes in the Orient as
well as in the Occident, says Wing Chin
Foo in the Brooklyn Eagle. In Europe he
bows down before the genius of France;
in Asia, before that of the flowery king
dom. The reuown of Chinese food and
cooking is more than deserved. The
French cook uses as condiments salt,
white, black and red pepper, mustard,
saffron, cloves, cinnamon, mace, allspice,
lemon peel, hor9e-radi9h, and a few
others. His Canton brother employs all
these, and, besides, uses ginger, tonka
bean, rose leaves, violet leaves, lily
leaves and flowers, sassafras, v/inter
green, birch, bamboo, peppergrass, correl,
horsesorre!, asafu tida, coloquintida, bay
leaves, verbena, lemon, geranium, lily of
the valley, Chiuese lily, Anam rose, salt
wort, sea’ moss, raisin jam, dried quince,
peach, pear, banana, pineapple, aud a
score of fruits, flowers and plants for
which there are no names in English.
The solicitude displayed for the kitchen
is well borne out by their proverbs: “To
live is to eat;” “Who eats well, thinks
well, sleeps well, is well;” “The seat of
the soul is the pit of the stomach;” “The
happy man, if born in Soo-Chow, lives in
Kwong-Chow and dies in Lee-chow”
(Soo-Chow being renowned for handsome
ladies, Kwong-Chow for great cooks and
Lee-Chow for artistic undertakers;) “A
good cook is the father of happy dreams,
but nightmares sit on a slovingly table;”
“The fir >t cook was the father of civiliza
tion.”
Chinese gastronomy is different from
American, in some respects diametrically
opposed. They begin a meal with tbe
heaviest foods and end with soups; they
use wines and liquors sparingly and
chiefly as aids to digestion. One dinner
at Delmonico’s contains more aleohol
than a dozen at Pekin. Among other
points of difference are these: Where the
Americans use ice-water they use hot
tea; where we sweeten tea and coffee
they drink these beverages plain; where
we salt fish they dress it with sugar; with
them the dessert comes in the fiist stages
of a meal; everything in their menu is
cooked so thoroughly as to lose entirely
its original character; while with us rare
meats," raw vegetables, Russian salad,
simple fruits, oysters and clams are
served almost in "their natural condition.
Another difference between the cuisiue§
of the two civilizations is that in the main
what is regarded as choice by the one is
considered common or extraordinary by
the other. The European gourmet order's
turkey, duck, lamb or beef and selects his
favorite cut or portion; the wealthy man
darin is served with sharks’ fins," birds’
nests, tea worms, devil fish, bamboo
shoots and the like. A good illustration
of the tact is aftorded by the bill of fare in
an American-Chinese restaurant. What
may be called American dishes cost as
follows: Rice, 5 cents; chickeq, turkey
or duck, 20 cents; beet, veal, mutton,
lamb or pork, 15 cents; potatoes, yam,
peas, beans, corn, onions, 5 and 10 cents.
The Chinese dishes cost much higher:
birds’ nest soup,sl; sharks’ fins, 90cents;
ducks’ feet and bamboo shoots, 75 cents;
sea worm, $126; gai-ben, $125; edible
lizard, $1 50.
The feet of ducks, chickens, turkeys,
geese, peacock and Guinea hen are treated
exactly as calves’ feet and pigs’ feet in
our own kitchens. The Chinese invalid
sips her duck’s foot jelly with the same
delight as her Americon sister does the
calPs foot article.
Sharks’ fins, and fins in general are
treated in various ways. The large ones
are washed with the bony part removed
with the knife, the softer tissue and cari
lage remaining intact. As to the medium
sized and small ones they are either
smoked, pickled or digested for a long
time in warm water acidulated with
vinegar or lemon juice. This dissolves
out all the lime and leaves the fin in
about the same condition as pickled
herring or shad as eaten on our own
tables.
As to rats, mice, cats and dogs, the
stories are all fictitious, l’oor people in
China, at times, will eat these, juet as the
starving do in every land, but they are
not regular articles of diet in great res
taurants, any more than at Delmonico’s
or the Brunswick.
AGE IN THE ARMY.
Some of the Notables in tlic Service
Among: the Senior* and Junior*.
The oldest Captain on the active list of
the army, says the Philadelphia Enquirer ,
is Capt, Pollock, of the Twenty-first In
fantry; he will be 65 years old during the
month. The oldest Lieutenant is P. P.
Barnard, of the Fifth Cavalry, who is 64,
being 20 years older than his Colonel.
The oldest Lieutenant of artillery is F. C.
Nichols, of the First, who is 61 years of
age. The senior Major on the active list
in point of years is Edward Collins, of the
First Infantry, who is 60 years. He en
tered the service in 1846 as a private in
the battalion of engineers, and has been
in the service ever since that time. Bre
vet Brig. Gen. Joseph N. G. Whist
ler, oi the Fifth Infantry, is the oldest
Lieutenant Colonel in the line of the army;
he is 62; and Lieut.-Col. John Hamilton,
of the Fifth, who is 61, is the oldest of his
grade in the artillery. Gen. H. J.
Hunt, the senior Colonel of artillery,
now retired, will be 65 years
of age during this month. Gen.
Gilbert, Colonel of the Seventeenth In
fantry, is the oldest Colonel of his arm of
the service, being 62, and John P. Hatch,
of the Second Cavalry, is the senior in
years in the cavalry. The youngest Major
General is Schofield, and the eldest is
Pope, who is 62. Hancock is 60. He re
tires in 1888. Mackenzie is the youngest
Brigadier General in the army. He is now
43 and retired, and Miles, the next, is 45.
While promotion is slower in some re
spects in our army than in any military
service in Europe, yet there is neither in
England nor “on the Continent” an officer
of Gen. Mackenzie’s age, “outside of
royal blood,” who has attained his rank.
Angier is the oldest Brigadier General,
and is 63. A Brigadier General will be
appointed next year, a Major General
and a Brigadier in 1886, and likewise in
1888.
The youngest Colonel of artillery is
Ayres; of cavalry, Merritt, who is 43, and
of infantry', Pennypacker, who is 42. The
youngest Lieutenant Colonel on the staff
of the army is J. M. Whittemore, of the
ordnance, and Morrow, of the Sixth Cav
alry, is the youngest Lieutenant Colonel
in the line. S. E. Tillman, Professor of
Chemistry, Mineralogy and Geology at
West Point, has the correlative rank ot
Lieutenant Colonel. He is 36 years old, the
youngest of the grade in the United States
army. The youngest Major in the army
is William H. Smith, of the Pay Depart
ment, who is 30. George R. Smith, late of
the Twelfth Infantry, who graduated from
West Point in 1875, is a few months older.
Otho W. Budd, who graduated from
West Point iu 1868, is the youngest Cap
tain of cavalry, and F. V. Green and Carl
F. Pulfrey are the youngest in the corps
of engineers. The average age of Cap
tains of artillery is 43, and in cavalry arid
infantry 41. In the general staff of the
army the youngest general officer is Gen.
Benet, Chief of Ordnance, who is 57, and
the senior in date of commissions. Adju
tant Gen. Drum and Surgeon Gen.
Crane are 59 years old, and Paymaster
Gen. Rochester and Commissary General
Macfeeley are 58. The oldest retired
officer of the army is Gen. W. S. Harney,
who was born in the last century, and
who entered the service in 1818. He lives
at St. Louis, and is accounted the wealth
iest man in the army.
Love and Lluen.
Waverly (N. Y.) Dispatch, Oct. S.
On Sunday night a young doctor of
Newton Centre escorted the daughter of
a prominent and wealthy citizen to
church. The father of the girl had for
bidden her to keep the young man’s com
pany. When church was out the father
lay in wait behind a tree for his daugh
ter’s companion, and jumped out upon
him as he passed. He seized the young
man by the throat and tore his collar off
and the bosom out of his shirt. The old
gentleman then ran away. The doctor
went on home with the young; lady as
though nothing had happened. When she
entered the house her lather took her to
parlor and pointed to the doctor’s shirt
bosom which he had tacked on the wall.
“I intend to have it framed,” he said. On
Monday the doctor saw the old gentleman
passing his office. The story of the shirt
bosom was already known about the vil
lage. The young man rushed out, dragged
his Sunday night assailant into his office,
and compelled him to take off his white
shirt. Attaching to it this placard: “A
contribution from a coward,” he fastened
the garment to a pole and hung it out of
his office window. Since then the father
of the young lady has apologized to the
doctor, and invited him to call on his
daughter as often as he pleases. The
doctor has accepted the apology, and it
will not surprise the village if he becomes
the old gentleman’s son-in-law at no dis
tant day.
Htto Jtfturrtiffemtnttf.
TH E ORIGINATORS AGAIN,
STILL GREATER EFFORT
PLATSHEK’S! PLATSHEKS
CONSIDERING THE GREAT INTEREST TAKEN IN TH?:
PRESIDENTIAL ELECTIoJ
We have consummated ar angements with the
SOUTHERN TELEGRAPH COMPAQ
TO FURNISH US WITH TELEGRAMS FROM EVERY STATE IN I
ON THE EVENING OF TIIE ELECTION, ' ’
NOVEMBER 4, 1884,
COMMENCING AT EIGHT O’CLOCK.
Oar plan will be to have the wires of the Southern Telegraph Company coee,, 1
our building; an operator will be stationed there, and, as soon as the telegrams art r 2'*'
they will be announced from a Blackboard erected in front of our cstabliehineiu 0*
PIONEERS in ADVERTISING ENTERPRISES, notwithstanding, we are ssti o fl e ,i
not have done our patrons and the public at large a better service.
Platshek’s Fall Opening takes place MOKim
and TUESDAY. Oct. 20 and 21.
Head our next advertisement.
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Embossed Velvets V j 1! IJ V "l A (3. < maSS
Silk Velvets, Furniture
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Striped Velvets Wool Finn
Plaid Novelties EVERYTHING AS ADVERTISED. Cotton Flsnw
Rhadamas FmeHoata
m&sss ncrcnnPTiriCi srmss
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Colored Cachemires Linen Xapkii
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NO BUNCOMBE.
Solid Facts Only—Read Our Prices,
DRESS GOODS!
OUR ASSORTMENT OF IMPORTED and DOMESTIC DRESS GOODS cannot less
passed by any house in the city. Everything NEW AND DE-IRA BLE from the cheap Flit
CENTS GOODS to the VERY FINEST and MOST SELECT QUALITIES. As we desire I
speak of other goods also, we cannot afford to give all the outlandish names ami jaw-breakci
these goods bear. All that we desire to impress upon y>ur mind is, that our assortmente
DRES j GOODS is second to none, and that our prices are VERY LOW.
BLACK AND COLORED DUES* SILKS.
We especially desire to call your attention to the best and cheapest lines of ‘-ilk- wbd
ever have come to this market. Our Ulack Silks, beyond all doubt, are superior iu quaiuvu
lower in price than was ever known to be the case. Oar 60c. Black Gros Grain is equal tout
SIOO Silk. We guarantee that our 75c. Black Gros Grain is superior to any yon can buy*
$1 25. Our $1 00 and $125 Silks you cannot match for less than $1 50 and $2 00. At $1 5‘
$2 00, we offer Silks worth nearly double. Being aware that we are addressing *n intcliifa
public, we are careful in avoiding exaggerations, as we value our reputation far too high*
depart from actual facts.
VELVETS, BROCADES, VELVETEENS
We have these at exceedingly low figures, considering their respective qualities. Ago*
many of these goods we have purchased at less than half their market value.
HOUSEKEEPING GOODS.
Please notice these figures: 8-4 wi e Extra Good Quality Sheeting at 15c ; 9-4 Wide at 17s
10 4 wide at 19c. Kindly allow us to impress upon you that these Sheetings are the <e> -ra
Pepperel Mills (one of the very best makes in the market), but at these prices you eanuot*
the meanest trash even in other houses—unless this announcement forces them to imits-i
--at any sacrifice. The real value of these Sheetings are 25c., 30c. and 35c. per yard, aceona
to width. .
Bed Tickiug at 5c., usually sold at 10c.; at 10c., worth 15c., etc. The celebrate! yarltj
Fruit of the Loom at B%c. (by the piece only), and the genuine Wamsutta at 10 A
yard wide, Unbleached Sheeting at s>£c. Lace t urtuins and Curtain L ccs a- lowasJj
per yard. We carry an immense line of Furniture Calicoes and Cretonnes at lower P™
than was ever dreamt of. In Towels, likewise, we offer the choicest bargains—alWj
Cotton Towel (usually sold for \2%e.) at only 6c.; we have the best all Linen 10c.
Towels to be found anywhere; and our Fine Grades are the best values one can hue.-c.: **
for. In Napkins, Doylies, Table Damasks, Crashes, Pillow-Casings, we cannot be sar;*""
OUR BLANKETS.
Cur Blankets are Extraordinary Bargains. They were mainly purchased at W
Auctions in September last. We have sod more Blankets in consequence of our
than many houses sell during the entire winter season. And, do you know the reason* 5 ,
Because, owing to the cheap purchases we have made, we are able to afford to se.l J®
almost any price. If we can’t save you one-half your money on each pair, tin a 11 got"
We have a small lot, of slightly soiled B ankets also on hand, which we offer at very
In Calico Comfortables (Quilts) we have all qualities. Tnose atsl 00 beat the world. -
like to repeat things, but we cannot help telling you what Extraordinary Bargains ■
in Bed Spreads, Canton Flannels and Wool Flannels.
Jerseys, Kid Gloves, Hosiery, Handkerchiel
In these goods, also, Mr. Lichtenstein, our resident buyer in New York, proved himself wpw
With every steamer he sends us new and choice lots, and cheap hardly expresses it.
selves, are often at a loss to comprehend his acuteness in driving up these wonderm, ms*
Do not forget .hat we sell our goods with the smallest possible profit—often far below
we would have to pay for them to replace same.
WE CHEERFULLY ADMIT
That other houses “Make Leaders.” Each one has his hobby. One house offers tjnfWU
second house another article, and so on, as a “bait” to draw custom. What we eia.’--
ply this: WE SELL EVERY ARTICLE VERY LOW.
LADIES’ UNDERWEAR IIV OUR BAZAR
We desire to close out the entire balance of these goods to make room for other B'j 0
shall, therefore, make such prices as will secure their immediate sale. These poo l -'
the usual line of Chemi-es, Night Robes, Pantalettes, Skirts, Infants’ and Children -
etc. What we have sold for 25c., wc have reduced to 15c.; 50c. goods down to 30.
reduced to 30c.; *1 00 goods to 05c.; *1 50 goods to tl 00, and soon. As you arc aware- •
ten thousand other bargains in our BAZAR. Always something else fresh ami aeaa-
We still continue to sell 25 skeins Assorted Embroidery Floss or Silk for
have over 250 shades to select from. The best Knitting Silk per ball 38c.
Ml BED JI
grott 111 or ho. __
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McDonough & ballantvM
MANUFACTURERS OF .
STATIONARY, PORTABLE ROTARY & MARINE ENGINI
BOILERS OF ALL KINPS, I
SUGAR MILLS AND PANS,
MILL GEARING, VERTICAL AND TOP-RUNNING CORN
MILLS, SHAFTING. PULLEYS, HANGERS, ETC.
\t t E also have special facilities for overhauling Locomotive, Tram- g—
-11 way and lagging Engines. Our facilities for building Saw Mill ■ ®
Machinery is unsurpassed. Heavy and light Castings in Iron and Bras-. ■ ,Hi
also, Patterns on short notice. We also keep a full line of Mrough.
Iron and Pipe and Pipe Fittings, olobe \ alves. Cylinder Lubnciton- Eg
Injectors; in fact, all other machinery and fittings, w chi we.sell.at
manufacturers’ prices. We guarantee all work. We solicit theßou - K
and Machine work of our friends and the public, with assurance that it ■ WJM
will receive prompt and satisfactory attention.
M’DONOUGH & BALLANTI 1
SAVANNAH, GEORGIA,