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Published by tba Tribune Pnbliihi*g Go 1
J. H. DEVRACX, Maxagbb. t
B. W. WHITE, Solicitor.
VOL. 11.
fitted up.
LABORING~MEN’S home
Restaurant & Lodging,
Wm. B. Brown, Proprietor,
182 Bryan St., SAVANNAH, GA,
Meals at all hours. Choicest brands of
wines, liquors and cigars always on hand.
15 kin in s
HUMAN HAIR EMPORIUM.
Ladies’ and Gents’ wigs made to order.
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 Be'ards of all kinds to rent for Mas
querades and entertainments. Ladies and
children Hair cutting and sliampooning.
Also, hair dressing at your residence if
•equired. We cut and trim bangs in alt
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. JONKS
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
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
guaranteed. Goods delivered if desired.
DON’T FORGET. STALL NO. 31.
GREENGROCERY.
HENRYFIELDS
THE 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 fresn
Beef, Veal, Mutton, Pork, Fish, Poultry,
Eggs, Game and all kinds of Vegetables.
Prices reasonable —to suit the times,
goods delivered if desired.
A Prison Romance.
Charles Blake, a once hard criminal,
Was released from Newcastle, Del., jail,
after finishing a three years’ sentence
for burglary. When he began his term
of imprisonment he was required to
stand in the pillory an hour, and was to
have received thirty lashes; but,
through the pleading of Blake’s sister,
Governor Stockley remitted the lashing.
He escaped fr6m jail three times while
serving his sentence, but was as often
recaptured. A glamor of romance sur
rounded Blake during his entire term at
Newcastle. Women admirers kept him
supplied with flowers, fruits and dainty
trappings for his cell; and in September,
1884, Sheriff Martin permitted him to be
manned to the woman of his choice.
The bride was Miss Gussie Turner, of
Philadelphia, and the wedding took
ptaoe in his cell. She has since been
very assiduous in her attentions to him,
and was at Hie jail when he was released,
so they left Newcastle together. Blake
recently signed a pledge to abstain from
all intoxicating liquors, and declared to
the Sheriff and others at the jail liis in
tention of leading a respectable life. 11
will not be the fault of his devoted wife
if he fails to adhere to this laudable de
termination.
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Two of a Kind.
Party in thk foreground—“OK
dear ! Pve got ’em again. I alwayj
know they're coming on when I •€•
double. -Lift.
Last Chance Gone.
thnaha Dame—“ How is your papa
morning, pet?”
Omaha Child—“He has given up
cope.”
"Mercy me! I didn’t know his case
80 Hftrioun as that.”
‘Gs, ) 10 gent f or a doctor.”—
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The Press Evangel.
' O wasted ages I whither have ye led
The breeding ma-ses for their daily bread?
Engendered serfs, across a world of gloom,
Tbe wavelike generations reach the tomb.
(Masters and lords, they feared a lord’s de
cree,
‘ Nor freedom knew nor truth to make them
free.
But hark! A sound has reached the servile
herd!
Strong brows are raised to catch the passing
word;
i From mouth to mouth a common whisper
flies;
A wildfire message burns on lip? and eyes;
Far-off and near the kindred tidings
throng—
! How hopes come true, how heroes challenge
wrong;
How men have rights above all law’s decree;
How weak ones rise and sweep the thrones
like seas!
Behold! The people listen—question! Then
The inner light has come—the boors are mt n!
I W hat read ye here? ’A dreamer’s idle rule?
; A swelling pedant’s lesson for a school?
; Nay, her.- nodreaming.no delusive charts;
I But common interests for common hearts;
, A truth, a Principle—beneath the sun
j One vibrant throb—men’s rights and wrongs
i aro one;
j One heart’s small keyboard touches all the
notes;
I One weak one’s cry distends the million
throats;
Nor race nor nation bounds the human
kind—
White, yellow, black —one conscience and
one mind!
How spread the doctrine? See the teachers
i fl y—
I Tbe printed messages across tbe sky;
From land to land, as never birds could
wing;
! With songs of promise birds could never
: sing;
| With mighty meanings clearing here and
there;
With nations’ greetings kings could never
share;
With new communions whispering near and
far;
i With gathering armies bent on peace, not
war;
With kindly judges reading righteous laws;
W ith strength and cheer for every struggling
cause.
Roll on, O cylinders of light, and teach
The helpless myriads tongue can pever reach.
Make men, not masses: pulp and mud unite —
The single grain of sand reflects tbe light.
True freedom makes the individual free;
And common law for all makes Liberty!
—[John Boyle O’Reilly in N. Y. World.
THE PRAIRIE FIRE.
A few evenings ago a party of North
western cattlemen were grouped together
in the rotunda of the Merchant’s Hotel,
when one of them told this incident,
which has romance enough in it for the
foundation for a novel:
It was in’7s or’76, I don’t remem
ber which, I was in the cattle business
in the Indian Territory, below Medicine
Lodge. I had shipped a drove of cattle
to Kansas City, driving them from the
Territory to Wichita, Kansas, and de
cided to continue on the main line of
the road to Hutchinson, from which
place I would take a horse and ride
down to the territory. The distance
from Hutchinson to Medicine Lodge was
about ninety miles, which could be
reached by a hard day’s ride.
By daylight the next morning I
was in the saddle and riding south. The
day had been unusually warm and I had
been riding rather slowly, with a view
of pushing on faster when it had become
cooler. A breeze sprang up from the
south and I gave my horse a tap to urge
him on: but not minding the whip he
started in a different direction than the
one which we had been going. He ap
peared to be uneasy, but I supposed this
, was caused from thirst. The sun had
gone down and the wind was increasing,
i bringing with it a faint o lor of burning
[ grass. As it grew dark I could see a
flickering of light at a distance, but
thought nothing of it. It was not long,
however, before I discovered the cause
of the horse's uneasiness. Stretching
from right to left, apparently in a semi
circle, w:*s a streak of fire, and I at
once realized that 1 was in a dangerous
position.
There was no way to escape except to
turn back, and I was loth to do that. I
stood still some time undecided what to
| do. It would be foolish to think of try
| ing to break through this sweeping wall
SAVANNAH. .GA.. SATURDAY, JULY 16.1887.
of fire. Turning tbe horse s head iu the
direction from which we came I let him
have the reins. He needed no urging
and covered the ground in fine style. I
looked back, and was dismayed to see
that even as fast as we were going the
fire was gaining on us. Giving the horse
a sharp cut with the whip he gave a
lunge forward, but fell, throwing me
over his head. He had stepped into a
prairie dog’s hole and broken a leg.
Seeing that he could go no further I drew
my revolver and ended his life.
The fire was now less than a mile from
me, coming before a terrible wind, the
flames leaping high in the air. By the
light I could sec a small hill a few hun
dred yards away, and my only hope was
to reach that, perhaps finding shelter on
the opposite side. I put forth my best
efforts, but before covering half the dis
tance I could hear the roar of the flames
and feel the heat, while the smoke was
suffocating. Making a terrible effort 1
kept to my feet for a few seconds more,
and then consciousness left me.
When I awoke it was morning, and
bending over me was a young woman.
Remembering what I had passed through,
my first impression was that I was dead
and in—well, where we all want to go
some time. But I soon found out my
mistake, and discovered that I was in a
cave dug in the side of a hill. In flying
from the fire my last step had brought
me to the door, and, falling, had forced
it open. The young woman was in
great distress, and told me that she
feared her husband had been caught in
the prairie fire. She told me her history
very briefly, saying that she was an
orphan, had been married but a short
time, and came from the East with her
husband to make a home. Her husband
had left her alone two days before, hav
ing gone to the nearest town, and she
had expected him to return the evening
before. Hastily eating what she had
prepared, we started in search of the
missing man.
The scene was a desolate one, as far as
the eye could reach being a sea of ashes.
We had gone a little over a mile when
we found the charred remains of the
woman’s husband. I left her watching
over him while I hunted up a habita
tion, and securing assistance we buried
him near where he died. I hired a man
to take me to my ranch, where I found
my partner had arrived all right. Shortly
after that I sold opt and came North,
but I think I shall not forgel that part
of the country soon.
Just as the narrator had ceased speak
ing a bright little boy came running up
to him, saying:
“Papa, mamma wants to see you.”
“But what became of the young
woman?” was asked in unison by the
rest of the party as the gentleman arose.
“Well,” said he, with a smile, “she
has just sent our boy after me.”—[St.
Pau! Globe.
Wealth In Garbaze Heaps.
Every twenty-four hours over 2300
loads of ashes and garbage are collected
in the city, and hereafter it is to be gath
ered at night, writes Arnos J. Cummings
in one of his New York letters. The
ash cans will be set out in the evening
and the morning spectacle of the col
lectors of rags exploring ash barrels with
hooks will be no longer witnessed. The
innovation means a fortune to the enter
prising Italian who assorts the contents
of these ash carts on the dumps and il
lustrates the tendencies of the times to
wards monopolies. When the garbage
and ashes have been collected the carts
drive to one of the seventeen docks on
the water front of the sity known as
dumping boards. They are bridge-like
out over the river,
and under them lie the scows, into which
the contents of the carts are dumped.
Italians covered with dirt swarm over
the scows and trim the load, so the ves
sel will ride properly. Formerly these
trimmers were paid by the city, and their
services cost,' the tax-payers thou
sands of dollars a year. An Italian
contractor agreed to do the work for
nothing if allowed to collect the rags
nnd bones found in the refuse matter.
He hired scores of Italian laborers at
$1.35 a day, and made a small fortune
the first year. A brisk competitiou for
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the privilege of doing the unsavory
work sprang up, but the Italian outdid
all competitors, and astonished even the
city authorities by agreeing to pay SIRG
a week for the privilege of doing the
trimming of the scows. He hires a great
force of men, and every Monday morn
ing he pays into the City Treasurer $326.
Although his employes must work night
or day at a low rate of wages, the sup
ply of laborers far exceeds the demand.
There is to them a fascination about the
work akia to the excitement of digging
for gold, for at every one of the seven
teen dumping boards in the city some
trimmer is sure to find a coin or sum)
article of value each day in the year. It
is an unwritten but rigidly regarded law
that the trimmer own? all the money or
plate that he finds. The trimmens tell
of one of their number who found a
$10,006 negotiable bon I ih one of the
dumps. He ceased work on the scows,
invested in real estate and is now rich
and well dressed and moves in the up
per teudom of Italian society.
A Feathered Mimic.
M. D’Orbigny, a traveler who was
passing through Guiana, in South
America, was, when encamped one night
in the edge of a wood, awakened by
what he took to be the cries of a man in
distress. He listen d, and heard, fol
lowing each other in great rapidity, what
seemed to be a scream of terror and dis
pair, then a supplication, and then a cry
as of one dying. The traveler leaped
from his couch, seized his gun, and
hastily woke his Indian guide.
“Come this instant I’’ he cried.
“There is some one being murdered in
the thicket. Let us go to his assistance.”
Thereupon the cries were repeated,
and the Indian listened. He burst into
a laugh.
“What do you mean'?” asked the tsar
eler.
“That, sir, said the guide, “is the
tion-tion bird' perched on a limb some
where in the neighborhood. It is only
a piece of mockery. Presently you will
hear him laugh.”
And then, in fact, a wild shout as of
laughter rang out on the night air.
The tion-tion is a sort of South Amer
ican mocking bird, which has an extra
ordinary gift of imitation. It is also a
bird of great beauty of plumage. It is
sometimes called the “yellow-neck.”
Its feathers are of lively colors and its
tail is brilliant and spreading. The
natives use its feathers to decorate their
hats with on feast-days and turn their
head-gear into golden crowns in appear
ance.
The bird mimics almost every sound
he hears, and imitates the speech of
men as successfully as the parrot does.
The inhabitants of Guiana assert that he
can imitate faithfully the accent of the
English, French and Spanish. Natural
sounds and the cries of animals of every
sort he reproduces very cleverly.
Money In Blacking Boots. ■
A New York correspondent of the
Philadelphia Record write*: “I have
been watching for a number of years a
sunburned Italian boot Diack who has a
stand within range of my «>fli window.
He pays no rent, workingout his indebt
edness by keeping the sidewalk clean
and regulating the awnings of the peo
ple on the corner. He has two chairs
mounted on a brass-trimmed platform,
and a big umbrella to keep eff the sun
in warm weather. He is a decent fel
low, and does not spit on your boots, as
do most bootblacks, but has a wet sponge
in a tin that he dampens his brushes
with. Such a shine as he gives, and all
for five cents. Notwithstanding the fact
that business is very dull in the winter,
bad walking anl cold weather being
very much against him, he has managed
to put money in the bank. He told me
the other day, with the air of a man not
altogether displease 1 with his extrava
gance, that it costs him fifty dollars a
month to live. When I exclaimed at this
he added, with another touch of pride,
that he had a wife and three children.
How much better off he is than many
men who in ike us many thousands as he
does hundreds, because bo fives withjo
lus .means. ”
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PEARLS DP THOUGHT.
We are martyrs to our own faults.
There can be no high civility without
a deep morality.
Beware of one who sickens with envy
of another’s good.
White hairs are like the sea foam
which caps the waves affer a storm.
A great misfortune suffices to clothe
even the humblest of God's creatures
with grandeur.
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There is nothing so sweet as a duty,
and all the best pleasures of life come m
the wake of duties done.
The experience of each year of our
lives ought to et able us to spend every
succeeding one better than the last. -
Gratitude is the virtue most defied anil
most deserted. It is the ornament ci
rhetoric an.l the libel of practical life.
Be cheerful and seek no external help,
nor the tranquility which others give. A
man must stand erect, not be kept erect
by others.
If a man has a clear idea of what
he desires to do, he will seldom fail
in selecting the proper means of ac
complishing it.
The understanding is belter employed
in bearing the misfortunes that actually
befall us than in penetrating into those
that possibly may.
The only way to go through thia
world and avoid censure is to take
some back road. You cannot travel the
main road and do it.
If the way in which men express their
thoughtsis slipshod and mean, it will bn
difficult for their thoughts themselves to
escape being the same, ff it is high
flown and bombastic, a character for
national simplicity and thunkfu'nesH
cannot bi maintained.
Currying the Creel.
The mode of procedure in iho village >
of Galashiels was as follows: Early iu
the day after the marriage those inter
ested in the proceeding assembled -t the
house of the newly wedded couple
bringing with them a “creel,” or bas
ket which they filled with stones. The
young husband on being brought to t lie
door had the creel fhmly fixed to his
back, and with it in this position had to
run the round of the town, or nt icw>r
the chief portion of it, followed by a
number of men to see that he did not
drop his burden; the only condition on
which he was allowed to do so being
that his wife should come after him and
kiss him. As relief depended altogether
upon his wife, it would sometimes hap
pen that the husband did not need to
run more than a few yards [but when she ’
was more than ordinarily bashful, or
wished to Lave a little sport at the ex
pense of her lord and master - which it ,
may be supposed would not unfrequunt
ly be the case—lie had to carry his load
a considerable distance. This custom
was very strictly enforced, and the per- *
sun who was last creeled had charge of
the ceremony, and ho was naturally ui>X|
ious that no one should escape. The
practice as far as G ilashie’s was con- ’;
cerned came to an end about one hur»--'»,
dred years ago with the person of one
Robert Young, who, on the
plea of a sore back, lay abed all the day
after his marriage and obstinately re
fused to be creeled. He had, it may be
added in extenuation, been twice mar
ried before and had «n each occasion
gone through the cermony of being
creeled, and now. no doubt, fill that lie
had had quite enough of creeling. —[All *
the Year Round,
Allie’s Answer.
Little Ailie had just comp etu i the
course of lessons at Sunday-school about
Joseph and his brethren, and her moth
er reviewed the subject with her to find
out what she had learned. A lie an
swered all the question* correctly until
she came to where Pharaoh hail made
the brethren “rulers over many <at tie,”
and there she hesitated. ,
“What did Pharaoh do for the orcth-c®
ren of Joseph?” her mother :okv*L ,[R ,
Allie thought for ;• muiiHUt. and
then, with u sudden Tl>n rvcqlhci.yn,
exclaimed, ”04, vw, if tlnu • w
Ixiia.”—B-.zai.
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NO. 39.