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'diuuuinnli Cvitnuic. Published by the Tbixmnb PnblUhi»c. ft. i X H. DEVKADJS, Managx*. ’ ( R. W. WHITE, Boucitob. ) VOL. 11. jjEWLY FITTED UP. LAOORIN?IIEN’S HOME Restaurant & Lodging, Wm. B. Brown, Proprietor, 182 Bryan St., SAVANNAH, GA. Meals at all hours. Choicest brands of Nines, liquor* pad cigars always on hand. blein N ETT’S HUMAN HAIR EMPORIUM. Ladies’ and Gents’, wigs made to order. Fronts, Toupees, Waves, Curls, frizzes and Hair Jewelry. We root and jnake up ladies’ own combings in any desirable style. We have character Wigs ind 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, IN 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 Irinds 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 guaranteed. Goods delivered if desired. DON‘T FORGET. STALL NO. 31. CREEN GROCERY. HEIST RYFI ELD 8 TH® OLD RELIABLE GRI.ILNGROCER 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 fresn Beef, Veal, Mutton, Pork, Fish, Poultry, Eggs, Game and all kinds of Vegetables. Prices reasonable —to suit the times. floods delivered if desired. PROMINENT PEOPLE. Thomas Sexton, M. P., the “Irish Demos thenes” is seriously ill at Dublin. Ex-Queen Isabella, of Spain, is living in TParis at the rate of half a million dollars per kmuiu. Miss Kate Field is now visiting Califor nia, and will go to Alaska on a sight seeing Mr before her return to the East. Harvard s oldest living graduate is Mr. .J Vflliam R. Sever, of Plymouth, Mass.; who * aa ninety-six years old last Monday. • •aro.ness Burdett-Coutts is a large pur <ser of American buckwheat, which is ' aied ready for the griddle for the I ondon '.ket. ris said that John Wanamaker, of Phila- : now carries $650,000 life insurance. ; > hior Beaver, of Pennsylvania, carries , fr W.al O. H. Strother, who used to il- ■ i for Harper's thirty years ago oyer ’ 'nature ot “Porte Crayon,” is passing h* .. age near Berkeley Springs, Va. HE Empress of Austria is a pedestrian of neh endurance. She walked from Hercules in Hungary to the Roumanian boundary, last month, a distance of twenty-five miles, and without resting. The Obituary Worker. A tall, lean young man with scraggy ■ whiskers: called at a newspaper office re- • j- centiy for a job. “What can you do?” i said the’city editor, with a professional scowl. “The drama, politics, police, fires or runaways? Speak up and be quick about it,” “I have no talent for any of those things you have mentioned,” re- I joined the visitor sadly. “These are not in my line; but I am the best ‘foul Pjay’ reporter on the continent. Yes. sir -you ma y smile, but it is a fact. I c an look over your obituary column any morning and work up a foul play , article that will sell your whole edition, j Try me, won’t you? Give me the next prominent citizen to work up that drops j ■ dead in, the street, aye, or dies calmly in , his bed, and I will fling such a glamour l foul play about his case that every ; inember of his family will be under arrest «forc noon. This community is full of joul ui r anf ] branch of journalism 15 >p ‘ r Jg wofully neglected. Let ine tell Here the city editor landed him ; °ul blow in the region of the dia , Daragn-, and unlucky applicant was oomed out of the building by the arro dQ lanitor.— San Francisco Nms Letter. i It? w hich Heth nearest to i become cl duty already have The Well’s Secret. I knew it all my boyhood; in a lonesome valley meadow, Like a dryad’s mirror hidden by the wood’s dim arches near; Its eye flashed back the sunshine and grew dark and sad with shadow. And I loved its truthful depths, where every pebble lay so clear. I scooped my hand and drank it, and watched the sensate quiver Os the rippling rings of silver as the drops of crystal fell; I pressed the richer grasses from the little trickling river Till at last I knew, as friends know, every secret of the welL But one day I stood beside it, on a sudden, unexpected. When the sun had crossed the valley and a shadow hid the place, And I looked in the dark waters, saw my pallid cheek reflected, And beside it, looking upward, met an evil, reptile face. Looking upward, furtive, startled at the silent, swift intaqsjpn; Thm it darted toward the grasses, and I saw not where it fled, But I knew its eyes "were on me, and th© old time sweet illusion Os the pure and perfect symbol I had cherished there was dead. Oh, the pain to know the perjury of seeming truth that blesses 1 My soul was seared like sin to see the false hood of the place And the innocence that mocked ma; while in dim, unseen recesses There was lurking fouler secrets than the furtive reptile face. And since then—ah, why the burden? when joyous faces greet me. With eyes of limpid innocence and words devoid of art, I cannot trust their seeming, but must ask what eyes would meet me Could I look in sudden silence at the secrets of the heart.—[John Boyle O’Reilly. NELLIE'S PICKPOCKET. “Oh, Mrs. Howell, my purse is gone,” said Nellie, looking sharply at the young man at her side. “I am sure,” she added, in a much lower tone, “this fellow has taken it.” We sitting in a box at a Parisian theatre. “But he looks too respectable for a thief,” said I. “I am certain of it,” she continued, “for I felt his hand close to my pocket. And see how guilty he looks.” The poor, accused youth was, it is true, looking wonderingly at the pretty, flushed face near him, but I failed to de tect guilt in the soft, brown eyes and mild expression. “My dear, be quiet sure you had your purse with you before you make such a harsh statement,” said Mrs. Howell. “Ob, lam quite sure. I remember running back to the moment and search ins well before I found it. What could be more convincjng?’’ “Then my dear, if there was a sum of any consequence in it we will have thia person examined before the police,” said Mrs. Howell, in a decided tone. Forthwith I dispatched to bring a sergeant de vide the little old woman With streaming pink cap-ribbons, who, for a douceur, shows theatre-goers their places, tucks a petit-bou under their feet, and presides over their welfare generally. After a few uncomfortable moments, during which the object of all interest complacently watched the progress of an entreacte, the little woman came back, followed by a civil-looking man, who tapped our victim on the shoulder and requested his presence for a moment at the nearest gendarmerie. We followed, Nellie looking nervous but determined, evidently convinced that her resolution on _this occasion would be rewarded. We crossed the street and entered the forbidden doors of that terror of gamins, the police station, and the now enlight ened young maa, after a few questions from the officer, permitted, without the least reluctance, an examination of his pockets. I noticed a crest on the delicate blue eilk handkerchief and the Russian leath er pocket-book which the officer ruth lessly drew to light, but no purse was found. With iimre than ordinary French po liteness, the accused expressed regrat SAVANNAH, GA.. SATURDAY. JUNE 18.1887. that mademoiselle had been deranged by the occurrence, and with only a very mildly reproachful glanca aud bow he left the room. We also started on our homeward way, not a little mystified by the affair. A solution awaited us on entering our o salon, for there laid the purse where, just for an instant it had been laid by mademoiselle while she gave a highly important pat to tho little curls around her face and a farewell tilt to her hat. The next morning an apologetic note that Nellie had written with downcast air was conveyed to its destination by means of the address that the officer had taken down, and the unpleasantness was dismissed from our conversation, if not entirely from our minds. Nearly two years later, at the close of a long summer day, we found ourselves in a little cultivated bit of ground that seemed to cling to the rugged side of a Swiss mountain. A succession of scenes and impressions new to a mind attuned to nature had so beguiled us that before we commenced the descent to our hotel the deep shadows of night were closing fast about us. We ran down as quickly as the loosely scattered stones would permit, dread ing a place midway down the mountain side, •where a late torrent had washed trees, rocks and earth across our path for many yards. Nellie suddenly gave a sharp cry and fell, a confused mass of dark clothing and sliding stones at my feet. “I have sprained my ankle,” she cried, and before I could reply a manly voice speaking with a slight foreign ac cent was heard. “Pray allow me to assist you, madame. I was a little in advance of you,,’ he added, and am glad to be able so of fer you my arm, for the path is really perilous at this hour. •’ He gently raised Nellie from a heap on the ground to her own slender, graceful height. An attempt to step, however, was so painful that he rather carried than as sisted her. At the door of our hotel the opportune young man was revealed by the light to be dark eyed and pleas ing of feature. Something in the trick of his voice, as Nellie having been deposited on the sofa, he bowed and left us, seemed fa miliar, but the impression was gone in a moment. The next morning the card of Ernest de la Perriere was handed to me and I found the kindly face of our cavalier of the previous night before me, anxious to know if madame had rested well and if he who was so desole at the mishap, might be allowed to shorten her hours of confinement by sending some new books and flowers. What could Ido but smile on so pleas ant an offer for my young sister, and permit any one disposed to be sympa thetic to make an occasional visit. The tedium of our stay and Nellie’s slow recovery was lightened to an extent that soon alarmed me, for I detected a brightness in Nellie’s face when M. de la Perriere’s fair face was heard, and a soft, almost caressing tone in his voice when saying only the commonplace greetings of the day. Wbat was best to do? I had not been wise in allowing a stranger to ingratiate himself into our favor. I sat one day worrying my poor, racked brain once more in contriving a way to diminish the intimacy I now felt to have been rashly encouraged. Suddenly M. de la Perriere stood be fore me, begging to be allowed to ait by my side. He told me in plain, earn est words, of his love for Nellie and his desire to make her his wife. He gave me undisputab’e proof of his w .aith, good position, and high moral char acter. What a weight was lifted from my heart! I need not tell of warm assent and sisterly congratulations. We returned to the hotel and I judi ciously left the enamoied swain to tell the old, old story. When next I entered the room Nellie was looking quietly content, and Ernest radient, but with an amused light in his eyes as he drew an ordinary little slip of paper from a well-worn Russia-leather pocket-book. “Would you like to hear my be trothed’s first love-letter to me?” he said. And he coolly read aloud the contrite note Nellie had written to her pickpocket. Hotels in Cuba. A Cuban hotel is a curiosity to stran gers. The dining rooms here face the street, and they are as open as though no wall separated them from it. The office counter and writing table, or writing room, are at the end of the din ing room, and eating, writing and busi ness goes on inside of the same wall. This room, however, is a largo square one, and there is no confusion. The dining tables are of all sizes, so that one can dine alone or a par.y of a dozen or more eat at their table d’hote together. As to decoration, the brightest of colors arc used in the interior painting of the hotel, and in some rooms frescoes pre vail. Red and sky blue is seen every where, and the floors of the chambers and halls are paved in marble and red tile. I write this letter in my bedroom. There is no plaster on the ceilings of these hotels, and the great rafters above me are as blue as the bluest sky. Tho windows are almost as largo as the side of the room, and they are kept open day and night. The bed is of iron, and the mattress was never made of feathers. A framework extends on every Cuban bed, and we sleep in cages of coarse lace like that used for cheap curtains at home. Most of the Cuban beds have no mat tresses. The sheets are stretched on wire springs. The rest of the wood work of this room is as blue as the raf ters, and every seems to have its own bright color.—[Cleveland Leader. Dishes in Restaurants. “One source of expense to a restau rant which customers usually fail to take into account in estimating our profits, is the breakage of dishes,” said the man ager of a Buffalo case the other evening. “Every time I hear the crash of breaking glass I know the profit on one man’s meal is gone. Not one person in ten I ever offers to make good the loss caused by his carelessness, and as an attempt to collect from the nine different ones would turn away trade, we must decline the tenth man’s money also, on th© principle of impartiality. Accordingly all the breakage caused by guests is a total loss. Then, again, to stand well in the estima tion of the public, when dishes become badly nicked they must be withdrawn Irom table use. Our class of customers are accustomed to whole dishes at home and demand as good at a restaurant. Rapid handling, careless washing and constant use, make the period of useful- 1 ness of light, thin dishes, such as are j most popular, painfully short to the ! financial man of a restaurant. Another 1 source of loss is the disappearance of i dishes sent out with orders. l anil Weather. A curious barometer is used by the remnant of the Araucanian race, which inhabits the southernmost province of j Chili. It consists of the cast-off shell of a crab, which is said to be extremely sensitive to atmospheric changes, re maining quite white in fair, dry weather, but indicating the approach of a moist atmosphere by the appearance of small red spots, which grow both in number and in size as the moisture of the air in creases, until, finally, with the actual oc currence of rain, the shell becomes en tirely red,and remains so throughout the rainy season.--[Philadelphia Press. Sparkle, But No Pop. “How brliiant Augustus De Chatters is,” said Mss Asi’/ne Le Fritters to her friend, Josephina Mcßoltz, as the ele gant, gilt-edged youth left the room. “He really is like champagne—he has so rnueb sparkle about him ” “Yes,” answered Miss Mcßoltz, “but there’s no j>op about him. He’s been alone with me for an hour past and never said a word to the point, though I was hoping every moment he'd go off,” —iThe American. (* 1.95 Per Annum; 75 cents /or Six Months; < 50 cents Three Months; Single Copies ( 6 cents—ln Advance. Husband and Laird. Two hundred years ago, each High* j land chief considered himself as an in—9 dependent sovereign. If he had a dis—l pute with another chieftain, who obsti- 1 natoly refused to yield, he levied irar, < thus referring tho matter to the last I*-■ sort of kings. J Each chief of a clan had the power of j “pit and gallows,” and could hang al refractory clansman, without hindrance'! from the rest of the clan. On the con- 17! trary, they would all assist in exe- | cuting their chiefs decree. Ordinarily, J but not always, they accepted the fat® J decreed for them by tho laird without a J murmur. i| A husband, having been condemned to death by his laird, threatened re- | sistanee, instead of going quietly to th® ] executioner’s house and giving himself 1 j up. His wife, amazed at her “gud® 1 man’s” conduct, remonstrated with him on his obstinacy. | “Dougall, my man,” said aho, in her most apprehensive tone, “just gang awa’ quietly and be hangit, and no anger the laird !”—[ Youth’s Companion. Native Alaskans’ Fondness for Music. fl The native seal catchers of Alaska ar® evidently fond of music. From the re motest western settlements wo learn that American musical instruments and American airs are popular. With tune* which they have learned from our sol diers and sailors, the people mingle old Russian songs and ballards which they still remember. The great feminine solace in a well-to do native hut is recourse to a concertina or accordion, as the case may be. Those instruments are especially adapted to th® people. Their plaintive, slow measure, when Angered in response to native tunes and old Slavonian ballads, always rise upon the car in every Aleutian hamlet from early morning until far into tho night. Ths appreciation of good music is keen. Many of the women can easily pick up strains from our own operas, and repeat them correctly after listening a short while to the trader or his wife playing and singing. They . are most pleased with sad, wailing tunes, such as “Lorena,” the “Old Cabin Home” and the like. Trusts the Apothecary. At a banquet given to Mr. Theodor® Metcalf by the Boston Druggists’ Asso ciation Oliver Wendell Holmes gave his opinion of apothecaries as follows: “I have always had a great opinion of th® medical advico of apothecaries. The truth is, they put up the prescriptions of , the best physicians in the place io which they live and they have the very cream of all their wisdom at their fingers’ ends. So, when I have myself been suffering from any slight bodily inconvenience, I um ashamed to say—or ought to be, perhaps—instead of going to a profee- . sional brother, I have quietly crept into the back room and asked Mr. Metcalf > what such and such a doctor was in the habit of prescribing. Two Extremes. First Omaha man—“No, sir; Pm going to send my son to college. No public school system for him. Look at Jink’s boy I” Second Omaha man—“Jink’s boy ha® just graduated from the public school® and is a young man of thorough cul- fu ture.” “Yes, and is half dead with consump tion and has had brain fever three ■ time 0 . Now look at Wick’s eldest > eon.” f ■*. .; “Is he a college man?” \ *lm “Regular graduate, strong as ® horse, healthy as a mule, and makes $ A year in a base ball team.—[Omaha World. Graduated. Lady visitor -“I am very sorry to se® you here, my young friend. You look as if you had a good education.” Convict—“ Well, madam, I have been ® through Yal ? College.” , t Lady visitor—“ls it p®«fciblef” » C^ r reason Im NO. 35.