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®ht ','nwnnncili vibupc. Published by the Tsnnnni Publisher Oo 1 J. H. DEVBADX, Mamagwl I R. W. WHTTK, Bolkhtob. VOL. IL NEWLY fitted up. laboringleh’s home Restaurant & Lodging, Wm. B. Brown, Proprietor, 189 Bryan St., SAVANNAH, GA, Meal® at all hours. Choicest brands of (rises, liquors and cigars always on hand. BENNETT’S HUMAN HAIR EMPORIUM. Ladies’ and Gents’ wigs made to order. AJso Fronts, Toupees, Waves, Curls, Frizzes and Hair Jewelry. We root and make up ladies’ own combings in any desirable style. We have character Wigs and Beards of all kinds to rent for Mas querades and entertainments. Ladies and children Hair cutting and shampooning. Also, hair dressing at your residence if required. We cut and trim bangs in all of the latest styles. Cash paid for cut hair and combings of all kinds. All goods willingly exchanged if not satisfactory. Kid Gloves Cleaned. R. M. BENNETT, No. 56 Whitaker St. Savannah, Ga FRANKLIN F. JONES AT STALL NO. 31, IM THE MARKET, Announces to his friends and the public that he keeps on hand a fresh supply of the best Beef, Veal and Mutton, also all kinds of game when in season, and will be glad to wait on his customers as usual with politeness and promptness. His prices are reasonable and satisfaction is Biaranteed. Goods delivered if desired. ON‘T FORGET. STALL NO. 31. QREEN GROCERY. HENKYFIELDS TBS OLD RELIABLE GREEN GROCER WOULD inform his friends and the public that he still holds the fort t his old stand corner South Broad and East Boundry streets, where he keeps on hand constantly, a full supply of fresh Beef, Veal, Mutton. Pork, Fish, Poultry, Eggs, Game and all kinds of Vegetables. Prices reasonable —to suit the tjmea. Soods delivered if desired. First Sight of a Confederate. General William W. Averill, U. S. A., in one of his lectures related quite hu morously his first sight of a uniformed Confederate officer. It was in Virginia, near Fairfax C. H., and before first Bull Run. He was in the command of Col. Andrew Porter, making a reconnoisance. They saw a mounted body of men in front. Porter gave the order “Draw eabres” and ordered a charge. When they came within ten rods of the oppos ing force its commander raised his hand palm outward and halted. Col. Porter Bent Lieut. Averill forward to ascertain "what was wanted. He rode up and the Confederate announced: “I am Col. Taylor, of the Confederate army, bear ing dispatches from President Davis, of the Confederate States of America, to President Lincoln, of the United States. ” Averill returned to Porter with the mes sage and was sent back to bid the Con federate to dismount and approach. He did so and came up to ten paces of Col. Porter, and in the same precise lan guage repeated his message, Col. Por ter replied coldly: “I know of no such officer nor service, nor can I receive your communication until I receive instruc tions.” The two men faced each other a moment longer, then stepped forward and shook hands with “How are you, Andy,” and “How are you, Tom,” while a bottle from Porter’s haversack was seen to make its way to Taylor’s lips. That message asked for an exchange of prisoners that was not granted, and in consequence, General Averill added, “many poor Union soldiers languished and died iu Rebel prison pens." The Anna E. J. Morse of Portsmouth was struck by fierce northeasters off New Point the other night, and Skipper Lansil at once made harbor. He anchor ed with his sheet anchor, paying out 100 fathoms of chain. A second anchor was dropped, and 75 fathoms were given it. The schooner’s tugging at her moorings parted the last chain at the hawse pipe and left Captain Lansil to reflect that his freight money would have to pay tribute to replace the loss, which amount ed to about 8500. On Sunday morning he began heaving in his only anchor. NVhen it came in sight, hanging to one of the flukes was a chain, which proved to belong to the seventy-five fathoms lost the night before. A man was order ed over the bow, a line was made fast to the missing chain, and soon the lost an chor was at the cathead. Home. Oh! What is home? that sweet championship Os life the better part; The happy smile of welcome on the lip Upspringing from the heart. It is the eager clasp of kindly hands, The long remembered tone, The ready sympathy which understands All Seeling by its own. The rosy cheek of little children pressed To ours in loving glee; The presence of our dearest and our best, No matter where we b'e. And, failing this, a prince may homeless live, Though palace walls are nigh; And, having it, desert shore may give The joy wealth cannot buy. Far-reaching as the earth’s remotest span, Widespread as ocean foam, One thought is sacred in the breast of man — It is the thought of home. That little word his human fate shall bind With destinies above, For there the home of his immortal mind Is in God’s wider love- “YAN.” She was a tomboy. So the neighbors said, and our neighbors are always models of wisdom, and authorities on neighborhood subjects. As they stood on their old-fashioned Dutch stoops in crowded Gotham, and watched her as she danced here and there like a sun beam, the merriest of her crowd of old fashioned little playmates, they said sb® was a tomboy. A wee girl of nine, brighter than girls usually are at that age, with the inborn fun-loving nature seen in every action of her lithe, grace ful form; in the mischievous snap of h« large blue eyes; in the tossing of her sun-glinted, brown locks; and soul in her rollicking light-hearted laugh. She had, in an evil hour, been named Mary Ann, after a stsMsd old spinster aunt, whom none but her grandmother seemed to distinctly recollect. No one liked the name, and, resenting the ancient dame’s want of taste in the selection of a suitable name for a pretty, modern child, they dubbed her Molly or May, in a vain attempt to give the name some attractiveness; but the grandmother, tacitly feared by all, insisted upon the adoption of the entire name, unchanged. But who would have thought of apply ing the dignity of such a name to a girl who climbed trees, leaped over fences, played marbles, and skated here and there with the boys? And so, by de grees, the name fell into disuse, and was gradually corrupted until she was known everywhere as “Yan.” A tomboy, the neighbors said, as they uplifted hands and eyes in righteous horror at each new prank and fresh new freak of this winsome little fairy. No, not a tomboy. Only a child, with all the sprightliness of youth, enjoying God’s sunshine in freedom, before the darker days come to shackle her with sorrow and care, and shut out the sun light with clouds of adversity. As she grew older, her womanly qualities de veloped. Who was as neat and quick as “Yan? ’ Who else could conjure up such interesting pastimes? Who else was as handy with a needle? Who so gentle and kindly a nurse? Not even the mother, who. '.ged beyond her years, too stern and unbending for a mother, grew away from her children from their birth. The children took naturally to “Yan,” until the entire care of baby brothers and sisters devolved upon her, and her marvellous housewifely accom plishments, so rare in these days, wire the talk of the neighborhood. She was still a tomboy to the neighbors, for, when household cares were ended, she was the gayest of the youthful circle; a tire less graceful dancer of the “Esmer alda,” “Varsou vienne," and others of those old dances of the days gone by; her laugh the mer riest, her song the tweetest. Then the war came. Down there in the wilds of Virginia, on the battlefield of Pennsyl vania and Maryland, many a blue-coated •hero blessed the brown-haired little tomboy in the great northern metropolis. She was the busiest worker in the sew ing circle; and upon thrusting his grimy band into a stocking sent in one of those wonderful boxes packed and sent by the northern girls, many a boy in blue SAVANNAH. GA.. SATURDAY, .JUNE 11,1887. found the jolliest little letter from “Yan,” encouraging him, and nerving him on to the struggle for honor, glory, and right. And at night, hot tears from battle-strained eyes gleamed in the red-light of the bivouac, as they fell upon the tracery of “Yan’s” magic pen. By and by a soldier-boy came home and claimed “Yan” as his own forever. When, on the eve of their parting, she had kissed him good-by, and tied knots of bright hair-ribbon to his smooth drum-sticks, she whispered a promise which she intended to keep, aud when he came gave herself to him in simple trustfulness. She might have done bet ter, they said. He was wild and un steady, loved an occasional dram, and lacked self-control, but “Yan” was true, faithful through all—separation, intem perance, and ill-usage. They cruolly told her that her baby boy was his father’s son in all respects and traits of character. That he would inherit his tastes and depravity, and for his father’s sake they disliked him and were cold with the innocent child. Helpless, ly ing in his cradle, with his big, wonder ing blue eyes turned upon a world that seemed to begrudge hi® the air he breathed, he was visited with th® siE«s of his father; but proud, faithful, and loving, shs threw up her shield ©f motherhood, and protected him from th® buffets of th® world. A true wife and mother through all—a strange future for a tom boy. Year by year sorrows earn®; death, disappointment, all th® anguish of a lifu-tim®. The brown trews were bis ginning to thread with gray, her ®ye« eofteaed, and grew sad, her laugh and her song departed. But in her iveet face there is still a shadow of th® “Yan” of old, it is mid, a strange mixture of th® p.wt a®d present. She is th® patron saint of children, and they coin® to her with all their troubles, disappointments, and joys;. Who but this patient, sweet faced little woman could devise such wonderful amuaments? Who would enter more heartily into the spirit of their child lives? She forges a golden chain of love and sympathy, binding them to her. She conquers their passions with a touch and a word. Ski® banishes her pain with a kiss, and brings the smiling rainbow through the storm of tears, with such wonderful skill that mothers stand amazed at her art. A strange mission, surely, for a tomboy, who knew naught but fun and frolic, who thought life a summer’s day, and time a mere dream. Yesterday an elfin sprite—to-day a saint! “Mother mine, ” says the blue-eyed, fair-haired boy, telling her of some new honor he has achieved, “all that I am, you have made me. Mother-love has been my inspiration ;to gain youa. smile of approval, my highest aim. How shall I reward you?” “A mother’s reward should be a child’s love and pride. I ask no more,” murmurs “Yan” softly, as he smoothes her brown-gray hair.—[Frankiyn W. Lee, in the Current. Love’s Labor Lost. He had taken her to the opera at $7 a seat, and afterward to Delmonico’s, where the two together ate up $9.75 worth. As he reached for his hat later that same night she said: “I am sorry, Mr. Sampson, if my re fusal will cause you pain. I esteem you highly as an escort, and in that capacity I will always be a sister to you, but your wife I cannot be. You are too ex travagant.”— [New York Sun. A Close Student. Little Dot—What does Mr. Nicefel low go to your house so often for? Little Dick—He wants to marry Nell. “Is they engaged?” “No.” “Did he say he wanted to marry her? ’ “No.” “Then how do you know he does?” “Ohl He acts ao like a fool.” — [Omaha World. Do the truth you know, and you shall learn the truth you need to know. Ten Things a Baby Can Do. It can beat any alarr clock ever in vented, waking a family up in the morn ing. Give it a fair show and it can smash more dishes than the moat industrious servant girl in the country. It can fall down oftener and with lew provocation than the most expert tum bler in the circus ring. It can make more genuine fuss over a simple brass pin than its mother would over a broken back. It can choke itself black in the face with greater ease than the most accom plished w.etch that ever was executed. It cun keep a family in a constant tur moil from morning till night and night till morning without once varying its tune. It can be relied upon to sleep peace fully all day when its father is down town and cry persistently at night when he is particularly sleepy. It may be the naughtiest, dirtiest, ugliest, most fretful baby in all the world, but you can never make its mother believe it, and you had better not try it. It can be a charming and model infant when no on® is around, but when visitors are presisat it can exhibit more bad tem per than both of its parents together. It can brighten up a h ou-sa better than all the furniture ever made; make sweeter musie than th® fine®t orchestra organised; fill a larger place in its parents’ breasts- than they knew they had, and when it go©s away it cause a greater vacancy and leave a greater blank than all the rest of the world pwt together.—[Mail and Express.. Bencdteial Insects. Beetles ar® not the only beneficial in sects by any means; by far the greater number are found among the Hymcnop tera. This order includes th® parasitic Ichneumon-flic®, which range all the way fro-tn flies a-n inch or more in length to minute specie® scarcely visible to the naked eye. The larger kinds deposit only one egg in each victim, while tone of the smaller leave their entire comple ment of egg® on on® caterpillar. A well known example, which is familiar to most gardeners, may b® found in the Tomato-worm. A small, black, micro gastcr fly goes peering about among the tomato vines until it espies a worm o*h which it lays its eggs. These soon hatch, and the tiny larvaj eat their way into the worm and are soon thickly packed be tween the skin and vital organs, where they eat all the substance that would otherwise go to make the future moth, and their presence does not prevent the worm from eating and growing until the little parasites are full-fed, when they eat their way out of their host, and each stands on end and spins for itself a tiny white cocoon. Sometimes these cocoons are so numerous that the back of the worm is almost entirely covered with them, and now it shrivels and rapidly shrinks in size and soon dies. And this work of destruction is constantly going on all around us. Were it not for these parasites, vegetation could scarcely exist on the earth.—(American Agriculturist. Not Exactly a Clergymtn. Clerical gentleman to fellow-passen ger: “Have you ever thought that in the midst of life we are in death?” Fellow-passenger: “Often. Have you reflected that at any moment we may be hurled into eternity and that we ought to be prepared for that event?” “I’ve said so a million times. Is it possible that I am speaking to a brother clergyman? I judged from your dress—” “I’m an insurance agent. Just let me show you a few figures—” In another moment the speaker was alone.—[Philadelphia Call. An du solved Problem. Omaha Dame—Of all things! Mr. Blank, the dry goods man, has bought that beautiful house across the way. Omaha Man—He can well afford to. He is worth a million. “Why, who left it to him?” “Nobody. He mad® it In has busi ness.” “I don’t see how. He’s always selling goods below cost.” ■—llßl • *• ••» •.»—» - 191.25 Per Annnm; 75 cents for Bht Months; 1 50 cents Titres Months: Single Copies ( 5 cents—ln Advance. Demons and Devils. Moncure D. Conway, the only r>y>dea| writer who has attempted anything lin a history of devils, says that demons afl older than the devil. The word demdl (damon) signified a divinity original™ and has been degraded, even as the ctefl acters of demons mid devils have doge® erated. Thus in heathen countries then sprang up demons of tire, hunger, thir® cold, fever, darkness, etc.; ghoulm which fed upon the dead, mid vampyrtfl returning from the dead to feed upon t 9 living. The demons of evil became ■ much more .tumorous than the goal spirits that the word at last came to sigl nify only what was bad. | The serpent is the most commonly acl copied type of a devil in both Christi™ and heathen countries. There are, hova ever, scarcely any living animals, bird] or fishes, whose characteristics are wel known, to which some tribo or peopll has not attributed nt some time or othej a demoniacal nature. The Caucasinrd paint the devil black; the African nel groes paint him white, and in the Mol zambiquo language his name signitiol The Wicked White Man.” Doubtless! the slave trade has something to do witj tho origin of this term. The number and multiplicity of devila demons, dragons, hydras, Titans and monsters of every sort that have existed from the earliest, times down to our owtd Is astonishing. Each country has id devil or devils still, and if one prince ol darkness presides over all, ancient and modern alike, one would think he would have his hands full, and no time to medl die in the affairs of this world. Thera are devil worshipers, devil charmer! and magicians, whom devils aid ?n thein feats in tho world today, as there havd always been. Savages believe every deaths t© be caused by demons or their irl fluence. A Friend in Need. Rattlety bang! rattlety bang—down the street clattered a tin can tied to tli« tail of a poor, friendless and frightened dog. A crowd of boys followed at th® runaway’s heels, with cries and shouts, increasing alike his terror and his speed, until, at last, he had distanced h.’s pur suers, but not, alas! that horrible, noisy thing that clattered and rattled at his heels. Thoroughly tired, and quite as thoroughly terrified, the poor dog looked to right and left as he ran, for help or shelter. At length he spiea, at the cor ner of a cross street not far away, a large, friendly looking Newfoundland dog. With piteous cries and an implor ing look, the exhausted dog dragged himself and his noisy appendage to the Newfoundland, and looked to him for help. Nor was his appeal unheeded, for the Newfoundland seemed to appreciate the position and at once showed himself to be a generous dog. A patient gnaw ing at the string finally released the can; and then lifting it in the air, the New foundland flung it from him with a triumphant toss of the head, while the other dog joyously bounded up from his crouching position—thankful to be rid of the troublesome burden which hie human tormentors had inflicted upon him.—[St. Nicholas. A Good Feature. Sardonicus, Jr., (who is lovingly ca ressing the down on his upper lip)—' “What do you think of ray mustache, pa?” Sardonicus, Sr. “There is one par-' ticularly good feature about it.” “And what is that, its color?” “No, it is that you can neglect shav ing for a month, and none but a close observer would notice it I”—[Detroit. Free Press. A Precocious Financier. Little Nellie was paid by her mother one cent a dozen for pins picked up from the carpet to keep the baby from getting them. “Nurse,” said Nellie as her stock of pennies increased, “do you know what I am going to do when I have fix cents?” “No,” answered nurse. “I am going to buy a paper of pins and scatter them over the floor, and then pick them up," answere I the young financier, who war barely tivs years old. 4 NO. 34.