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J. H. DEVEAUX, Mana ikb. ,
B. W. WHITE, Solxoitc a. f j
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f Why Maids Will Wed.
I good wife rose from her bed one morn
■ And thought with nervous dread
f If the piles on piles of clothes to be washed
I And the dozen of mouths to be fed.
■Thero’s the meals to get for the men in the
Hut the children to fix away to school,
haul all the milk to be skimmed and churned;
|fhd all to b i done this day."
' R bad rained in the night and all the wood
MWa3 wet as it could be,
It o were paddings and pies to bake
IK id a loaf of cake for tea;
W*TV the day was hot. and her aching hea
’I j robbed wearily as she said:
R maidens but knew what good wive*
» They’d not be in haste to wed."
i“Annie, what do you think I told Ned
Called the farmer from the well,
And a flush crept up to his bronzed brow
] And his eyes half bashfully fell.
t “lt was this.” And coming near he smiled.
“It was this. That you are the best
And the dearest wife iu town.”
'.The farmer went back to the field,
f And the wife, in a smiling, absent wajr,
Ijang snatches of tender little songs
' She'd not sung in many a day.
And the pain in her head was gone and her
Ware as white as the foam of the 3ea,
And her butter as sweet and golden as it
! H» night came down.
The good wife smiled to herself as she said:
“Ta so sweet to labor for those we love
It is not straDge that maidens will wed."
The Rev. Mr. Shaw contrasted greatly
with his surroundings—his spotless cloth
'fitting so well his strong, manly figure;
his clear-cut, Grecian features, and dark,
wavy hair thrown back with careless
grace from hi 3 smooth brow. He was
visiting one of those wretched tenement
houses used by the very poor, and be
fore him was a forlorn group. A widow
who had just buried her husband; she
I had five helpless children—the eldest
■ six, the youngest a nursling baby, and a
pair of twins among them. The rags,
and, worse than all, the dirt of poverty
everywhere apparent. An expression of
almost sublime pity rested on the coun
tenance of the minister. The woman,
with her apron thrown over her head,
rocked herself to and fro, and wailed
forth her great trouble.
“Have you no friend;??” asked Mr.
Shaw, in a low voice.
“Some, but a3 bad or wuss off than
us. Yes,” she said, looking up with a
grateful, bright expression, “there is
oae— Lord bless her! who has done a
lot for me—Miss Mehitabel Sanks. She
sent medicine and the doctor to the
old man, and guv me clothes and
suthiu’ to eat; and many’s the man,
woman, and child that blesses her for
taking care of ’em. Why, sir, she even
leaves little cards with stamps on ’em,
and Job Potter, who can write, sends
’em to her when we are in a very bad
state, and they are always answered.”
After assuring her of his sympathy,
and that he would do what he could for
her, the minister wended his way home.
Mr. Shaw was the rector of one of the
wealthy churches of the city, and Mabel
Lee wa3 one of the parishioners. Her
face was Madonna-like in its tender
aurves and beauty, the large blue eye 3
with just a tinge of sadness, the j)erfect
curve of the red lips, a faultless com
plexion, and blonde hair that was like a
halo of light round the graceful head.
But, ah, when she talked it was like a
damper, a mist on a beautiful picture,
marring the tints that otherwise would
have been perfect.
Absorbed in these thoughts ho found
, himself in front of Mr. Lee’s house, and,
l abeying an impulse, he turned into the
gate, and was admitted.
As Miss Leo entered the parlor he
thought he had seldom seen a fairer
vision, and was vexed to feel his heart
throb more quickly and thrill with a
pleasure that he felt must be controlled.
She greeted him with that easy grace
which was one of her principa l charms.
“Ah, Mr. Shawl I am so glad to sea
' —u. I had n real spell of ennui this
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SAVANNAH. GA., SATURDAY, OCTOBER *23, 1880.
Wishing that some one would come m
and I could have a cheerful little chat
to dispel the gloomy impression."
“Then I’m afraid,” smilingly, “you
will not iike your present visitor. I
have not come in a very cheerful humor;
and, besides, I wish to ask of you a
“A favor! That is too iovciy. Con
sider is granted, even to the half of my
kingdom. I am truly glad that you
wish to ask a favor of me, because I did
not think your opinion of me was suffi
ciently good for such a thing. Do you
know,” with a sudden droop of the eyes,
“that you always made me feel as if I am
doing something wrong?”
“Do I? Well, I shall give you a
golden opportunity now to redeem your
self. I have just been visiting some of
those wretchedly poor families in
street, and I would like it so much if you
could interest some ladies in their behalf
visit them and relieve them.”
A look of consternation overspread
her pretty face as she exclaimed;
“Oh, indeed, you don’t mean for me
to go there? How could t ever stand
it? I can’ tbear suyh places. Ask me
almost anything else. The dreadful
men and women! the odor: Ughl"
with a shudder. “Ask nie almost any
“I really feci that I owe you an
opology for intruding such a disagreeable
subject, particularly after your nerves
were shattered with your novel. Good
morning;” and he bowed himself out
very abruptly, with a strauge little pain
in his heart.
Everywhere that he went in his charity
rounds he could sec and feel the influ
ence of Miss Sanks’ good acts. She
seemed to be an angel of mercy who
never tired and who devoted her entire
time to charity. All that she did was
marked by a practical good sense and a
depth of thought and feeling that he
could not fail to admire. Still he chanced
never to meet her.
One day when entering the postoffice
he saw in advance of him the graceful
figure of Mabel Lee. She was unaware
of his presence, and standing idly be
hind her he felt as if he had received an
electric shock as she asked; “Is there
anything for Miss Mehitable Sauks?”
and then received and pocketed severa
Acting upon an impulse, with a few
hasty steps he soon overtook her. He
was lost iu a bewildering surprise. She
was the last person with whom he would
have connected Miss Sanks in any way,
and her great agitation as he walked be
side her increased his surprise. Asudden,
bright suspicion caused his heart to beat
almost to suffocation.
“Tell me, Miss Mabel," he said, “what
have you to do with Miss Sanks’ let
“I really can’t understand, Mr. Shaw,
what right you have to ask such a ques
tion. In all things spiritual I acknowl
edge your right, but in this instance you
“Tell me,” he said, with eager, re
gardless haste, “are you Miss Sanks ?"
A sudden burst of tears was her only
answer, as she hastily pulled down her
veil and walked silently beside him.
“So, Mabel," he murmured tenderly,
“your heart is as beautiful as your face,
though you have veiled your goodness
under an exterior of frivolity. This is
not the general rule of humanity."
“Nevertheless, I have only been obey
ing your instructions. Don’t you remem
that you some time ago preached against
ostentatious charity ? ‘L:t not thy left
hand know what thy right hand doeth.’
I thought there was a world of truth and
force in it, and I have only practiced
whut you preached. And now, Mr.
Shaw,” she said, with a demure glance
at him, “if you are done with my hands
I will not trouble you to hold them for
me any longer "
“No," he* said, gravely, “I do not
wislvto return them. My dear!” he aaid,
ftmlcrlv, “give me the privilege of own
ingfj them always. Won’t you, my dar
Sue hesitated ; then, with a lovely
b!u Ji and /•'db' she !a(d both her hands
A Land of Beulah. ‘
“Absence of noise and gnats,” the
great desideratum of a summer resort,
oan be found in rare perfection on the
table-lands of the Mexican state of Oax
aca. A few miles southeast of the ex
tinct volcano of Colcoyan begins a mean
or airy plateau stretching south for half a
hundred miles, presenting an ever-vary ing
panorama of magnificent mountain scen
ery, snowy peaks, rocky terraces, and a
park-like table- ami, sparsely inhabited
by a race of Zndioa inarm*, “tame In
dians"—as different from our Apaches as
a Hindoo peasant from a Turcoman high
way robber. They use no plows, they
keep no cattle, but follow the silent occu
pation of banana culture, with inter*-
mezzas of trout-fishing and bee-hunting.
Butterflies and a species of wingless bees
are the chief representatives of the insect
tribe, mosquitoes being unknown, at
least to the natives. Tho range of the
thermometer is so limited that the mini
mum of the coolest winter night isonlySo
degrees below the maximum of the warm
esfc summer day, the extremes being re
spectively 57 and 87. The rocks age fes
tooned with flowering lianas, frequented
by a remarkable variety of night butter
flies and very similarly colored humming
birds. Singing birds, however, are
scarce, and after sunset the absolute si
lence of the mesa .equals that of the AT
pine highlands.—iDA Oswald-.
Preserving Tlggs. .
The following!® Are ‘‘Havana# pjjhcess’’
for preparing the formula . for
which lias been kept a secret or sold to
persons who were willing to pay $3 for
it; Take twenty -foui*gaUou;f of water
and put in it 12 pounds of unsinked
lime and four pounds of salt. Stir well
several times a day and then let it stand,
and settle until perfectly clear. Then
draw off twenty gallons of the clear
lime and salt water. By putting a spigot
in the barrel about four inches above the
bottom you can draw off the clear wafer
and leave the settlings. Then take live
ounces of baking soda, five ounces of
cream tartar, five ounces saltpetre, live
ounces borax and one ounce of alum;
pulverize these, mix and dissolve in a
gallon of boiling water, which should be
poured into your twenty gallons of lime
water. This will fill a whisky barrel
about half full and such a barrel holds
150 dozen eggs. Let the ‘ Wider stand
one inch above the eggs. Cover with
an old cloth and put a bucket of the
settlings over it. Do not let the cldth
hang over the barrel. As the water
evaporates add more, and the eggs must
be kept covered.
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Baled by Superstition.
I noticed in one of the papers, says
Alfred Trumblc in the New York Newt,
an account of the death, at Suit Lake
City, of eight Mormon children, of diph
theria, because the superstition of their
parents forbade calling in a doctor.
They relied entirely on prayers and faith
for a cure, and the treatment failed. I
know a community of foreigners in this
wise city of New York that, though it
does not hold to the Mormon creed, holds
firmly to this one of its beliefs. It has
one common cure for every mortal ill
from consumption to corns—oil and
prayer. The oil is kerosene and is ap
plied exernally with friction. The mem
bers of this besotted band arc English,
and they are part of a considerable body
of their kind that sprang up there some
years ago. They are working people,
thrifty and prudent, and live sober and
domestic lives. Vegetarianism is one of
their doctrines; another is to never raid
the newspapers on account of the wicked,
ness they record. This latter fact may
excuse their debased intellectuality and
explain the imbecility of their medical
The True Reason.
Corporal to Soldier —Why is the
blade of the sabre curved instead of
Soldier -It is curved m order to give
more force to the blow
Corpora!—Humbug! The sabre is
curved so as to fit tho scabbard. If
it was st rail'll t. flow would *r •
Tho Customs of the Soecae.
Why is it, asks some rair reader of the
, Herald, that we ask a blessing on a per- I
' son who sneezes I Why do we say * ‘God 1
l bless you” when in our presence the ,
I sternutative explosion occurs ? The scribe i
[ can only say this is said to be the oldest
; and. most universal superstition among |
I men; that there is not a nation on the (
face of the earth, from the most savage ;
to the most civilized, which does not >
I have it.
I The Jewish rabbis say that originally a
(sneeze was fatal to the sneezer, but that i
at the intercession of Jacob the penalty
of death was removed. Recollecting the ,
! original terrors of a sneeze the Jews say
I to this day when a friend indulges in a
j sneeze: “Long life to you.” , ;
Thf old Romans used to say ou such |
occasions, Salve, which the Irish render: !
“May you live a thousand years and '
never'die. ” The Greeks said “Live.’ I
One of the Gceck epigrams in on an an- i
j cient Athenian, whose nose was so long *
- and the end so far away from his cars
■ that he could not hear himself sneeze,
and consequently could not cry: “Jove,
help me,” when he sneezed. Themiss
toclcs found in a sneeze to tho right an i
; omen of victory over Xerxes, buta sneeze 1
i to the left was regarded as unlucky.
So the custom has be traced among I
all nations and people. Speke and
r Grant in their travels among the savages
of equatorial Africa could find no trace J
of any religious ideas, except a custom |
of uttering an ejaculation or prayer when ■
a person sneezed. The same custom has .
been found to prevail among the South
' Fifty years ago among ourselves it was *
considered a gross breach of propriety
r not to say “God bless y r »e" when a friend
■ sneezed, and even ndsf we occasionally
hear it. There is this to said for it, that
i whatever its origin it Is not an un pleas- ‘
i ant custom, and if it has any effect in '
; keeping away evil perhaps hail better be
revived. Chicago Herald.
How Italians Ent Macaroni.
Have you ever noticed an Italian! eat
} ingma’caroni? If not,dine some day at an
Italiajj restaurant and look about you.
You will see feats of gastronomical gym
nastics that astonish the uninitiated, i
' When one who isndJt of the elect under- I
takes to partake of cylindrical flour and .
water he takes it upon a fork as he j
would a modicum of some vegetable. !
lie cuts it with the fork into lengths '
that are portable and manageable. Not j
so with the practical macaroni-eating i
Italian, who deems cutting the long I
. tubes a sin akin to that which epicures I
■ say exists in cutting up lettuce. He coil- j
j the compound like so much rope around |
j the fork, balances it high in air, and i
I lets the string! drop into his open mouth
with unctuous deliberation. A long
tube of macaroni is sometimes two or
three minutes in transit, and the spec
tacle, if not a pleasing one, is, at all
events, rather curious. It requires prac
tice to become a skillful macaroni eater,
and few Americans attain perfection in ;
the art. The great tragedian, Salvini, is
a macaroni monomaniac, and when
1 playing in a town where there is no
; Italian restaurant his dispair can only be
compared to Othello’s upon tire loss of
his occupation. Chicago New*.
A Good Beason.
Colonel Bagly (to Colonel Smith)—l ;
see you passed Maxey without speaking
to him. I thought that he and you
were the best of friends.
Smith- We used to be. We roomed
together a long tirhe, you know.
Bagly- -Yes, I know-, but why did you
fall out. . i
Bmith—We didn’t exactly full out,
' but I have no use for him now.
Bag j- Why I
Smith -He’s a bill collector.— Arfcan- \
Enfant Terrible— Whv have you gray I
hair, mamma? . t .
Because you” are such a
naughty little gid.
E T, —Then how very naughty you
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••Young America” in tho City.
’WI **—" »’ m law "
“Say, mister, gimme a light fer dis
here cigarette P'-PmcA-.
A Rapid Transformation.
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The two cripples as they appeared,
when no officer was in sight.
Tin two cripples as they a|Hwnre<|4o«
rather disapp* ared) when an oflied'r sud
denly came in view. Fliejonde Dl'ietter.
A Business Meet n
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nJ? - 'J b* jSy
‘I would hke to talk to you aoiMJit
“Very well, sir, what do you wantjtf,,
“A dime to get a drink.” «
“Why, that’s merely tryinj* to
your way. That's no business. M <
“Yes it is. It’s the only business I
f ollow ” — S'ft ngs.
The Widow’s Mil*
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