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tte .Cnuuiniu’ih. ®rttone. 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. ' I 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.”— w , . -J 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 •< , 1 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. ” (<1.25 Per Annnm; 75 cents for Six Months; I 50 cents Three Months; Single Copies { Scents—ln Advance. 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. fl 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. L NO. 39.