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J. H. DEVBADX, Mamaoxx I
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VOL. 11.
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LABORING~MEN’S home
Restaurant & Lodging,
Wm. B. Browm, Proprietor, •
182 Bryan St., SAVANNAH, GA,
Meals at all hours. Choicest brands of
irines, liquors and cigars always on hand.
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HUMAN HAIR EMPORIUM.
Ladies’ and Gents’ wigs made to order.
Also 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 shampo.oning.
Also, hair dressing at your residence if
•equired. 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.
FRANK LIN 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
kinds of game when in season, and will
be glad to wait on his customers a? usual
with politeness and promptness. His
prices are reasonable and satisfaction is
guaranteed. Goods delivered if desired.
OON*T FORGET. STALfr NO. 31.
CREEN GROCERY.
HENEYFIELDS
TH® 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 «uit the times.
Soods delivered if desired.
FOR GOOD
JOB PRINTING
—GO TO TUB—
SAVANNAH
TRIBUNE.
“amphlets,
Circulars,
Bill Heads,
Letter Heads,
And in fact everything
in the Job Printing line
neatly and cheaply ex
' Muted at short notice
UIISFACTION
» C!ve us a calk
The Light of Love.
■air is the flush cf the summer dawn,
When the gate of pearl uncloses,
As it glimmers along the dewy lawn
And shimmers amid the roses;
As it wakes the little drops of dew
To quiverings of delight,
And threads the aisles of the forests through
On the trail of the flying night.
Soft is the gleam of the summer stars
When the feverish day is over.
When the fays are afloat in silvery cars,
And the dusky moth is a rover.
When over the couch of the dreaming
flowers
The mists of the fountain creep,
And the languid ears of the drowsy hour
Are wooed by song of the deep.
But the dazzling hues of the morning fall.
And dull are its golden lances,
And all the light of the stars grow pale
In my darling’s tender giances;
For the stars may burn with a thousand
dyes,
And a myriad sunbeams fall,
But the light of love in a Woman’s eyes
Is the purest light of all.
—New York World.
AFTER FIVE YEARS.
“I suppose I was crazy, or I shouldn’t
have thought of the thing 1” mused
young Doctor Dorr. Well, few of us
but have our fits of harmless lunacy at
times. Let it pass. That little three
year-old lad who cried last night at the
hospital for the moon had to keep on
crying. The moon wasn’t to be had.
Why am I to get my own way any more
than he had his?’’
Doctor Dorr had fought his way so far
through life, and in the course of his
hand-to-hand contest with destiny he
had learned to be a philosopher.
“But I loved her!” was his inward
cry. “There’s no getting aside of that.
I loved her!”
And at the same time, little Lois Ver
ney, dusting the picture frames at home
and polishing oil the quaint mahogony
table, was murmuring to herself the same
sweet form of words which will prevail
as long as there are love and youth and
beauty in the world.
“I love him—Hove him!”
While old Major Verney; glaring
through his eye-glasses at the little pink
envelope on the library table, found a
husky voice to say:
“What’s this, Mary Ann, eh? My
niece writing letters?”
Mary Ann jumped. She stood in
mortal fear of the grim major, who was
said to have killed three men in the
Crimean war, and carried a bullet some
where in the neighborhood of bis left
lung still.
“Please, sir, it’s a letter Miss Lois
gave me to post,” faltered she, “but I
ain’t cleaned myself up yet, and ”
“Yes, yes,” said the major. “You
are a good girl, Mary Ann. Here is a
sixpence for you. I will attend to the
letter.”
And Mary Ann responded:
“Yes, please, sir!”
Lois dressed herself that night in her
best pin-checked silk gown, with a pink
ribbon in her hair, that flung an answer
ing signal to the color in her cheeks,and
sat by the window all the evening. But
no one came.
She made a transparent little errand
to walk past the hospital next day. By
a strange coincidence it was the .day of
Dr. Dorr’s attendance there—yes, the
very hour.
He came out, and Lois’s silly little
heart began to beat, but he only lifted
his hat with icicle-like courtesy and
passed on.
Lois stood a minute looking after
him, as if she were dazed, and then and
there the candle of hope went out in her
poor little heart.
“If this 13 love,” said Lois to herself,
“it’s a very disappointing thing, and—
and I want no more to do with it. Oh,
dear—oh, dear, I wish I were dead.”
Doctor Dorr went on with his work in
;<fe. His sister, a hard-featured maiden
h ly, kept house for him, and there
n- ver lacked a button on his shirt, nor
ti : proper seasoning to his soup.
Lois Verney, too, worked on; but
sh“, poor child, was at & disadvantage;
for the old in jer was dead, and Lois
hah a hard time to keep the proverbial
wolf from the door.
SAVANNAH. GA.. SATURDAY, JULY 23.1887.
“Please, Miss,” said Mary Ann, one
breezy April morning, “I’ve brought
back them painted shells and plackets,
and things ’’
“Plaques, Mary Ann plaques,”
mildly corrected Lois.
“And the bookseller, miss, please, he
says there ain’t no sale for no such, and,
please, he wants the window room for
something else.”
“Very well, Mary Ann,” said Lois,
with a sigh as deep as Avernus.
“And please, miss, the oilman says he
has orders not to fill the can until the
bill is paid.”
“Then we must burn candles, Mary
Ann,” said Lois, “for we have no money
to pay bills.”
“But the grocer, miss, please, he says
he’d rather we’d patronize some other
shop till we’ve paid something on ac
count.”
“Very well,” said Lois listlessly.
She was no Midas. She not
turn blank paper into money by the
touch of her fingers.
“And please, miss, "what shall I tell
the butcher ?” persisted Mary Ann, the
ruthless.
“Mary Ann, do go away!” wailed
Lois. “How do I know? There’s my
purse. There is a shilling in it, and
that’s all I’ve got in the world. And I
don’t see any chance of earning anything
more. There’s some one knocking at
the door. Go quick, and see who it is.”
Mary Ann clattered down stairs. It
was Mrs. Castleton’s maid, with a book
which her mistress had borrowed of Miss
Verney.
“And please, missus ’ud like to borry
'Peveril of the Peak,’ if Miss Verney’ll
let her have it.”
Major Verney had been something of a
book collector in his day, and all the
neighborhood were now profiting by it.
As Mary Ann remarked, “It did seem
as if it took one person’s time to run up
and down stairs with books for them as
borried and returned.”
“Well, I’ll see, ” said Mary Ann.
And once more she clattered up
stairs.
“Here’s ‘Jane Eyre,’ miss,” said she.
“And Mrs. Castleton wants to borry
‘Peveril’s Peak.’”
“Let her have it,” said Lois.
Mary Ann advanced close to her mis
tress.
“Miss Lois,” said she, in a confiden
tial undertone, “if it ain’t rhakin’ too
bold, why don’t we keep a circulating
library instead of a free lending place?
I heerd the bookseller say to-day, while
I was wrapping up my plackets and
things in brown paper, as he made more
money out of his circulating library than
he did out of his regular business.”
Lois brightened up.
“There’s some sense in what you say,
Mary Ann,” said she. “Money must be
had in some way, and poor Uncle Ver
ney’s books shall earn it for us. I’ll
cover and number them myself, and
you shall give them out and take them
in.”
Mary Ann was not a bad business
agent, and the circulating library busi
ness prospered in a small w y.
And between whiles, Lois did law
copying and mended the already twice
darned house linen. Anything—any
thing to escape the pitiless demons of
thought and memory!
“ ‘Clarissa Harlowe,’ eh? That’s
number fourteen,” said Mary Ann to
Betsey Roper, a round-cheeked serving
maid, who had stepped around with
her apron over her head and a brigh
silver shilling tied in the corner of her
pockethandkerchief, “It’s the first call
we’ve had for ‘Clarissa Harlowe. ”’
“I don’t know much about ’un, ’’said Bet.
sey, blushing a vivid plum color; “but
my old uncle in Yorrußshire, he always
toald me to be sure and read ’un when I
gotten a chance. He said there were no
' such books writ these days as ’un. I can
' keep’un in the dressers drawer and read
| ’un at night when the back o’ my work
is broken."
Betsey Roper went away chuckling,
with the first volume of “Clarissa Har
' lowe” under her arm, done up iu brown
| paper, and neatly pack-threaded.
But in her desire to cultivate a lit
i crary taste, Betsey had calculated with-
out her mistress. “Clarissa” had not lain
under the napkins In the dresser drawer
two hours when Miss Minerva Dorr tri
umphantly possessed herself of it in the
course of a search after a missing jap
anned tray.
“Ah!’’said Miss Minerva, “novels,
eh lln my kitchen! Not if I know it!”
And she carried “Clarissa” up to her
brother’s survey without loss of time.
“Just see here, David, if you please,” ■
said she, quivering all over with right
eous indignation. “And that English
girl too, who came so highly recommend
ed, hiding novels away in your kitchen! j
What is this world coming to?”
Doctor Dorr glanced up from his
writing with a smile.
“Why,” said he, “I suppose house- ,
maids like to .read as well as other peo
pie.”
“Like” repeated Miss Minerva, “a sil
ly novel like this?”
“An old English classic, Minerva,”
gently corrected her brother. “Not ,
that it is my style of reading, but I see I
no harm in it.’’
“I shall talk to Betsey when she gets !
back with the yeast,” said Miss Dorr '
rigidly, “In the meantime you will
please keep the book here.”
Miss Dorr descended once more into |
the subterranean regions, determined to
see the thing through.
Doctor Dorr took up the book and
slowly turned the leaves over.
“Hello!” he said to himself, “here’s
two leaves pasted together, with some
thing between them!”
He separated the sealed leaves deftly
with his ivory paper-cutter.
A letter lay there, directed in a deli
cate woman’s handwriting, to “Doctor
David Dorr.”
He opened it, with a strange, giddy
feeling in his head. •
It was a letter that Lois Verney had
written to him five years ago—the letter
that said, so innocently, so frankly:
“I love you. 1 will be your wife.”
Major Verney had put the letter there. I
It required more moral courage than he
possessed to destroy it out and out; so
he had compromised matters by hiding !
it between the leaves of “Clarissa Har- i
lowe”—a book which nobody cared to '
read in this generation. And Major
Verney had died and made no sign!
Doctor Dorr rose up hurriedly. He !
could guess how it all was. His heart
leaped joyfully in his breast; all the
world seemed couleur de rose to him.
He took the letter iu his hand and car- ;
ried it straightway to the little old house
in Pendragon street.
Lois was at the window, watering her
geraniums. She herself admitted him
with a grave, inquiring face.
“Lois—my little Lois!”
“David!”
The old words came back to their lips
as if all the past five years were blotted
out. He took her in his arms and she
let her head fall on his shoulder.
“Look love!” he said, holding up the
letter. “I have never seen it until to
day. I found it hidden away with the
seal unbroken, between the leaves of
your uncle’s old ‘Clarissa Ilario we J’ ’’
“Oh, David! Then you never
knew ”
“That you had accepted me? Not
until this hour, Lois. Oh, my darling,
my sweetheart! what must you have
thought?”
Her head drooped; the bright drops
sparkled into her eyes.
“I thought,” she whispered, “that
life was very hard. But—l don’t think
Iso now. I can understand it all. Uncle
; Verney never liked you. He wanted me
to marry old Walker. But he is dead
' now. We’ll forget it all, David—won’t
I we?”
“For your sake, darling—yes!”
And in the genera! tidal wave of hap
l piness no one once thought of Betsey Ro-
I per, crying her eyes out la-hind the big
| kitchen towel in Dr. D rr’s kitchen.
“I never had no chance to read ’un
I before,'’ said she. “And now ’un’s
, gone. An’ I doan’t know what Undo
Ezra, in Vorrukshire, will say when he
Lears how ’un disappeared t
But Betsey was not discharged. Dr.
I Door saw io that.
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| 5 cent* —In Advance.
Heat us n Purifier.
Firo is a thorough purifier. Two hun
dred and twelve degrees of heat, accord
ing to Fahrenheit, is the lowest degree
to which it is safe to expose infected
meat, and as nil kinds of meat are al
ways subject to more or less disease, or
worms, invisible, it may be, to a common
microscope, it is not safe to ent any kind,
unless cooked by applying 212 deg. F.
Heat is a complete remedy for many
things. Heat is a great purifier as well
as sweetener of food and drink. Germs
of disease are lurking in many things.
Water from sluggish streams, pools or
sloughs should never be used until
boiled. It is nearly always full of dis
ease or injurious animalcules. By boiling,
settlers in new countries, where pure,
living water cannot at first be had,
might be exempt from many protracted
or even fatal diseases. When
apples and ether vegetables are rotting,
the sound parts should not be eaten raw,
ns the fungus or disease with which
they are decaying is frequently poison
to the human system. And it is prob
able that many of the malarial diseases,
such as fever and ague, neuralgia, etc.,
could be avoided by strictly using
cooked food, and water purified by heat.
The microscope is revealing wonders ia
the science of medicine, in anatomy, in
physiology and in nearly all the natural
sciences. The atomic theory is having
an increasing throng of adherents.
Shoplifters in City Stores.
A floor-walker thoroughly posted on
shoplifters is worth $2500 or S3OOO a
year to any one of the larger stores. The
Pinkertons of Chicago tried to establish
a branch of this kind of detective work
among the leading retail stores of St.
Louis, but were not succcs-ftil in the
attempt. The very best of the profes
sional shoplifters do not visit any one
store oftener than probably a doz.-n
times a year. They know almost as soon
as one trying to spot them that they are
watched. The most successful racket
they work to conceal their identity is
the wearing of a heavy black mourning
veil. A few years ago they generally
carried a basket and were more easily
caught. Customers in general soon
became aware of the fact that any one
carrying a basket through a store was
closely shadowed, and they dropped the
habit, until to-day it is a hard matter
to find a woman with one, unless it is
the hard-working German. A male
shoplifter is very tare, and during my
twelve years’ experience in St. Louis I
have seen but one.
The Gyp des.
The gypsies arc supposed to be de
scendants of the low-caste Hindoos, ex
pelled by Timour about 1399. They ap
peared in Germany and Italy early in tho
fifteenth century and in Paris in 1427
They had become so numerous in Eng.
land in the sixteenth century that an act
was passed against their itineracy, and
such was the prejudice against them dur
ing the reign of Charles I. that thirteen
persons were executed atone assiz: for#
having associated with gypsies for about
a month. Many communities of them
still exists in Great Britain, and the
names of those iu this country show
them to have come of the English branch
of this nomadic people. The original
gypsies in America came over from Eng- .
land during the Revolution, having been
impressed into the army of King George
for service against the colonists.
Many who came over in this way re
mained after the conclusion of the war,
and were the pioneers of their people
here. [Cultivator.
Japanese Skill in Carving.
Ex-Consul-General Van Buren, of
Japan, brought with him to this country
a piece of Japanese carv.ng which shows
extraordinary -kill on the part o’ tho
carver, as well as thorough knowledge
of anatomy. The design is the pursnrj
of an Aino, or Japanese aborigine, by a
sea-monster, which is half liz.it l and
half vatug r The
and his fie j-trate « 3or;» fo’eslMpc - ..rO
admirably brought out. The is
Kam Yosbi, who to now nearly an veto* .
genarian, atl'i well nigh bund. His work
is famous in Juptm.— Weekly.
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