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Che Ciiiimnniih tribune Published br the Tkibufb Publishing Co. ) J H. DEVEAUX. Makagkr. fi. W. WHITE, Solicitor. ) VOL. 11. McCILLISfc MERCER 19© Broughton St., Cor. Montgomery. Parlor Goods, Bed Room Suits. DINING AND KITCHEN FURNITURE, CARPETS, MATTING, SHADES, MATS & RUGS. PARLOR STOVES, COOKIHG STOYES ANO RANGES. STOVEWARE, CLOCKS, PICTURES, &c. Be sure to call and buy goods at lowest prices to be found in the city. 8. W. ALTICK. W. B. ALTICK. H. R. ALTICK. D. A. ALTICK’S SONS SUCCESSORS TO D. A. ALTICK * SONS. HEADQUARTERS FOR BUGGIES, PHAETONS, CARRIAGES AND CELEBRATED McCALL WAGON. New Goods arriving from our factory by every steamer. BROUGHTON AND WEST BROAD STREETS, SAVANNAH, GEORGIA. JOYCE & HUNT, .31 Whitaker Street. Savanuah, Greorgia —Exclusive Dealers in this Territory for the Incomparable— lew Home Sewing Ifachta The only Machine that has a Perfect Automatic Bobbin Winder. Which enables the operator to wind a perfect bobbin without any aid from the operator. -ALSO AGENT FOR- The Moot and Ito England Pianos, AND 7 Kimball, Clough & Warren_Palace Organs. The Place to Buy The BestHs for iio Leisl Mossy -IS AT- TEEPLE * CO.’S, lOJ3 and 1055 Broughton OALL AT OUR STORE! If you want Furniture, Mattings, Window Shades, Refrigerators, Bed-Springs, Mattresses, Cooking Stoves, or anything in the Housekeeping Line, it will pay you to call on us before buying elsewhere. New Goods Constantly Arriving. TEEPLE It CO., 19S and 195 Broughton St., Between Jefferson and Montgomery. JOB PRINTING Neatly and Expeditiously EXECUTED AT THIS OFFICE I SAVANNAH GA.. SATURDAY. JANUARY 15.1887. The Home of Love. Fret! fret! fret! j No wonder the work goes wrong; Worry, end fuss, and fume and fret With never a change in the song. I And the husband mutters, with scowling face, I As he enters his home and takes his place, | "Ah. surely, mine is a pitiful ease, ; For iny wife does nothing but fret" Scold! scold! scold! And the voice is sharp and thin! The eye is bard and the hand is quick, And they spare neither kith or kin; While the neighbors mock at the vixen’s tongue, • And tho busband goes where the drunkards i throng, ; And drowns his woes with a glass and song Because his wife is a scold. Smile! smile! smii For a magic power is this; What a welcome home to a • Are a smile and a wifeiy kiss! For smiles in a cottage must sunshine make, As over the kindly ii[w they break, Who would not work for the dear, sweet sake Os a wife with a sunny smile? Love! love! love! | W hatever the trouble be, Rsmember that love is a brother fond, That is born for adversity; Though heavy the burdens may be to bear, Os poverty, weariest toil, and care. i The lowliest home may be bright and fair, If it is but the home of love. —Everybody's Magazine. I POOR JOHN I BY FLORENCE !!. GETCHELL. It was an August day; the heat was I intense, and Mrs. Arde, on her way down : town to do some shopping, stopped in at Mrs. Bray’s to rest. Sho found Mrs. I Bray, looking worn and anxious, busy | mending her little son’s diminutive knick , erbockers. She put aside her work at I one?, however, on seeing her friend and » begged Mrs. Arde to sit down. "Um real glad you came in," she said, “for I’ve been dull enough lately and I haven’t gone anywhere or seen anybody !’’ | “Have you been sick ?” asked Mrs. . Arde. i “Well, I can’t say I’ve been actually | I sick, though I’ve had the headache al- I l most constantly. But I haven’t felt in i the mood for any amusement. I often : think I have more trouble than any one else living. T tell John it’s no wonder I’m getting gray so fast. I’ll look like an old woman long before my time." “What is the matter ?’’ asked Mrs. Arde. “Well, in the first place, there’s to be a new superintendent at the mills on the , first of September, and 1 expect nothing else but that John will lose his place.” “Why, isn't he liked V “Yes, but there are always so many discharges when a new superintendent comes in. If John WSfe&i&jdace I don’t I know what we poor- I I house, I suppose.’* “Not so bad is that, I hope;” anil I Mrs. Arde could hiot repress a smile. ; “At least not while you own .such a nice | j cottage as that you have just built on ; I Pierce street. Mr. Arde and drove 1 past it yesterday and admired it very ■ . much.” I “Oh, that’s just another source of •rouble. We built it to rent, you know, ; and it has been finished three weeks, and jno sign of a tenant yet. 1 tell John it I will eat its head off. It was a great mistake to build so far out. People , won’t go out thero to live; it’s too incon i venient. I whs saying to John yesterday j thut it wouldn’t surprise mo at all if we I didn't rent it fur a year—and think ■ what a loss!" “Os course y< u remember the old say ' ing about crossing a bridge before you ; come to it!” said Mri Aide. “Ob, it’s easy for you to talk; it isn’t your bridge," was the rejoinder. “I wouldn't worry about the house so much if it were not that we arc anticipating a heavy loss in another direction. John very foolishly went sccuiiiy on a note for two hundred dollars, which will fa'l due in three days. Nut a word have we heard from the man who owes it, and I am morally certain he won’t pay a cent of IH. I feel fairly sick whenever 1 think of it. I told John yesterday that I’d never forgive him if he ever went security for any one again. I <«>n’t think a man ought to ask such a favor; it is taking a mean advantage of friendship.” “Why not hope that tho note zoill be paid?” asked Mrs. Arde gently. “There’s no ground for hope, and Mrs. Bray sighed heavily. “How we are to manage I don’t know, for it took every cent we’d laid by to build that cottage; and I told John when it was finished that we’d have to scrimp more than ever now. And we must calculate on a heavy doctor’s bill too.” “Why so?” “Well, Georgia had the diptheria last January, you know, and all but died, and it stands to reason he’ll have it :igain, his throat’s so tender. I’m wor ried about him all the time. 1 don’t take a moment’s peace. Life is so strange! It does seem as if some people were shut off from everything like en joyment. With me it’s nothing but care and trouble from the beginning to the end of every year." “I have always maintained that life is pretty much as we make it,” said Mrs Arde quietly, as she rose to go. “Os course trouble conus upon us sometimes —we must expect that—but it’s a bad plan to borrow it. I think it is belter to hope for the best under all circum stances and put our faith in the Lord. He’s sure to bring things out right in the end. And you know that sometimes what seems like a great trouble turns out to be a blessing in disguise." “Ch, it is easy for you to feel that way; you never have any worries,” re turned Mrs. Bray. “Your husband is well off and you have no children. I was saying to John this very morning that I must certainly have been born under an unlucky star.” “Poor John !” thought Mrs. Arde, but she made no reply. A month later Mrs. Bray returned her friend’s call. Her face still worea worn, harassed expression, and she sighed as she accepted the chair Mrs. Arde pushed forward. “I thought I’d run-in for a little while," she said, “but I don’t know that you’ll thank me for coming. I’m dull company for anybody these days." “I hope your husband hasn’t been dis charged,” said Mrs. Arde. “No; he’s kept, his place, and he and the new superintendent are great friends; I only hope it will last,” was the reply. “Then that worry is off your mind; and your cottage is rented, too. Mr. Arde and I drove past it yesterday and saw some children playing on the porch.” “Yes, it’s rented, and to a very nice family,’ said Mrs. Bray. “They pay a higher rate than we expected to get too, and that’s a great help. But of course they won’t stay—we can’t expect it. I was saying to John a few days ago that lit wouldn’t surprise me at all if the I house was empty again by the end of ! Decerning, there are always si many changes made about that season of the | year." “You must hope for the best. How I about that note you feared would not be i paid ?” ‘•Ob, that trouble is off niy mind, 1 thank goodness! The man paid it. ■ But it would be just like John to lend his name to another. I’m worried about it all the time. He don’t know how to 1 refuse a friend anything. I am always i tellieg him that his generosity will bring us all to the poor-house yet.” Again Mrs. Arde thought of ‘‘Poor John!” and wondered how he endured life tied tfta woman who crossed every bridge long before she camo to it and found rocKSsjmd burn in the smoothest P° th -. T his is pct a fijpcy sketch, and I ven ture nothing in saying that among those who read it there will be few who can not call to mind people who, like Mrs. Bray, b< rrow trouble on every hand. — C'AnsU'an Wetli'y. Pleasant for Featherly. ‘‘Vi hat was it that ma said to you, when you came in?” whispered young Bobby to Feather! y, ono of the guests. “Oh, simply that she was delighted to see me; that was all, Bobby.” “I’m glad of it,” said Bobby, and a ' look of genuine relief came over his face, “’cause she said this morning, that she , hoped you would'; come.”—Afas'Keri: .. j If 1.25 Per Annum; 75 cents for Six Months; 50 cents Three Months; Single Copies ! 5 cents —In Advance. The Laud of Lakes* Finland is, in the language of th® country, Suomesirnaa, “the land of th® lakes," and this is really the truth, as no less than one-third is under water. Much of this is, however, marsh land, though the lakes Saima, Lodoga, Enare, etc., cover some thousands of square miles. The surface of the country is flat, with a chain of low hills about tho centre, the highest of these being tho mountain “Aavasaksa.” The coasts arc deeply in dented and picturesque, with bold gran ite cliffs standing clear out against th® deep blue sky, and many islands belong ing to the Archipelago of Aland dot the surface of its western waters. Inland i there are dense forests of pine, fir and birch, which have a strange and enthrall ing influence upon tho imagination. Notwithstanding their usually sornbr® aspect, there are innumerable pleasant glades in the recesses of these woods, where the tall white-stemmed birch and great boulders covered with lichen crop up from the grass and form a pleasant picture; besides this the lakes have a beauty—solemn and romantic—which can scarcely be found elsewhere. The landscape, 100, dotted with numerous windmills, and the church towers, built apart from the places of worship, present strange pictures. From these towers tho night watchmen sound their horns or play upon triangles as an alarm of fire. O ten in the dead of night a great blaz® on the horizon will tell of some forest fire. These are mainly owing to the carelessness of the peasantry, and, com bined with the great, exportation of tim ber and its lavish use lor firewood and for building purposes, have can ■ 1 a great rise m its •mine within the In L w y<‘iiis. Travelling in the country, t ,h I cheap, is not always pleasant. »M of M the roads arc what would be de < ribed || as “corduroy’’-that is, having rough logs laid across, over which one’s vehicle bumps and jumps in a manner calculated to make the bones sore for a. considerable time after a journey. The velocity with which the natives send the carriage down hl hiils is also likely to try the nerves of any not to the manner b rrn. Most per sons posting through Finland have their own vehicles, wheeled ones for the sum mer nn l sledges sos the winter, and they change horses at each stage of about flf< teen versts (ten English miles). Should you have to trust to the post house for a conveyance you are morj likely than not condemned to travel in a curt with out springs and a hard seat with no back to it, or an ordinary work sledge. The (hinge for posting is little enough, being ten Finnish pennies (Id. English) per • ? verst, and the driver is required by law ’ to take you at the rate of one Swedish or seven English miles per hour.— Leisure Hour. Playing “Mamma.” Little Florence was 6 years old, and - > her brother Willie two years younger. ; One evening their mamma wished them to go to bed, and knowing the little girl's fondness for playing mamma, she said: “Como now, children, I haven’t hud time yet to look over the morning paper. You run right up to bed now and let mamma read. Florence you can play mamma and put your little brother to bed, you know.” “All wight,” said Florence, sitting down nnd taking up a puper in imitation of her mamma: “wun wight up to bed, Willie, I want to wcad the morning paper.— Chicago A’sics. - • MB Ul iniirck an 1 the Burgom ,st r. Prince Bismarck, delayed at u railroad station between Frazenbad and Berlin, at Reichenbach, inquired of the burgo master of the place if the sausages and the beer were good. Having been answered in the affirmative, the burgo master said: “There has been a fear of war, but it is not yet so near, is it your .* Excellency?” “God preserve u* far from it," said the chancellor; “you .have time enough yet to read Goethe s ‘E>u4.’ ” of hydrophobia in camo.* arc reported from Algeria. The animal* were not known to have been bitten, but had grazed In » pasture which Lad fed a. r»>d horse. 4 NO. 13.