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newly fitted up.
LABORimra’S home
Restaurant & Lodging,
Wk. B. Brown, Proprietor,
182 Bryan St., SAVANNAH, GA,
Meals at all hours. Choicest brands of
'wines, and cigars always on hand.
irEIN IN JETT’S
HOMAN HAIR EMPORIUM.
Ladies’ and Gents’ wigs made to order.
Also Fronts, Toupees, Waves, Curlsf
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
•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.
FRANKLIN F. JONTES
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.
HENRY FIELDS
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 fresh
Beef, Veal, Mutton, Pork, Fish, Poultry,
Eggs, Game and all kinds of Vegetables.
Prices reasonable —to suit the times.
Hoods delivered if desired.
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SAVANNAH, GA.. SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 10.1887.
Do you remember, Sweet,
A summer long ago—
A quiet village street
Its houses all a-row;
Broad elm trees shading each,
Gay woodbine clasping one,
' little lawn's clear reach
In the sun?
as like as nest to nest,
When robins build and sing,
With rapture in the breast,
Through all the days of spring
As like as bud to bud,
When early snowdrops glow,
Those simple homes that stood
In a ro w.
never breast of bird *,
But knew its chosen rest,
And never heart but stirred :•
The sweeter for its nest.
’Twas not the woodbine spray,
Nor light of sprinkling flowers-
’Twas love with kindjing ray,
Showed us ours. -
Oh, simple were our cares,
And all our store of wealt) r
■Mt-
Was daily love and prayers
Clear hope, abiding he*
Our hearts with youth were .
And the burdens of the day
The greeting kiss at night
Could repay.
Those summer days are done,
The autumn winds are cold,
We shiver in the sun;
Tis late, and we are cold!
Already on our sight
Heaven’s many mansions glow
With luster pure and bright—
Let us go. %
I wonder—will it be
A wide and stately dome,
A palace large and free,
Where we shall find our home-
Or j'-’.st a sheltered nook,
• in the woodbine’s fold,
familiar look
As of old?
—{lda Whipple Benham.
MINETTE.
Without a doubt Minette was the pret
tiest child in the Jacques foundling hos
pital. So cheery and bright was she that
every one loved her, and after awhile the
matron gave her the name of Sunette,
“For,” she said, “the little thing seems
to flood every place where she happens
to be with sunshine.”
One day, as the tiny girl sat on a little
circle of closely shaven turf, where stood
a fine marble statue of Hebe that some
person had given to decorate the hospital
grounds, singing as her habit was, at the
top of her voice, one of the physicians
came that way and asked:
“What is beneath you, my happy
baby?”
“Grass, replied the child, promptly,
pulling her scant check skirt about her
dimpled knees: “or do you see a bug or
any creeping thing?” and she looked
about her ui easily.
“Nothing of the kind, little one,” said
the young man, laughing, ‘ ‘What is be
n**th the grass?”
“Dirt is,” said Minette, shutting her
rosy lips very tight. “I know I saw
Paul, the gardener, plant a rose tree.”
“Very good. What is beneath the
dirt?”
“Don’t know,” and the rosy lips
pursed themselves in a puzzled expres
sion.
“I will tell you, my small beauty,”
said the doctor, mysteriously. “It is
China, and the people who live there
look like the pictures on madam’s tea-set
and on the fire-screen in the old doctor’s
room. If you sing long enough and loud
enough they will hear you and come,
bringing whatever you like best.”
“I would like best a mamma and
papa.” The answer was at once forth
coming and the lips tightly closed.
“And a wax doll and a kitten.”
“No, my mamma and papa will get
■what else I want. I shall sing for them.”
“Well, I must say that, considering
the circumstances, you have very clear
ideas of parental responsibilities,” and
the young man went laughing on his
way, laughing again as he paused a
moment at the hospital door to listen
to Minette, who seemed to have tuned
her pipes anew in order to raise tier
Chinese benefactors.
! Oik* morning a lady and gentleman
came iu at the gate and walked about,
I silently, regarding the children playing
here and there. As usual, Minette whs
on the circular bit of turf at the base of
the statue of Hebe, for she supposed
that in that very spot China was beneath
her. She was singing a little Provencal
love song, taught her by a produce-ven
der, and as the new-comers paused to
listen, she said:
“Will you please to teach me a song
that I do not know?”
“You will first have to sing me the
ones you know, my little girl, so that I
may be sure of teaching you one that
you do not.”
“And will you stay to hear them all,”
eagerly asked Minette.
‘ ‘I think so, ” and the lady sat down in
a garden chair in the shade of a laurel
bush, and folded her hands to listen.
Minette sang her very best, and she
sang on and on, until her power of voice
and memory were a marvel to her
listeners. At last, as she began the last
of her baby lullabys, the lady burst into
tears, and beckoning to her husband,
who was pacing up and down the gravel
walk near by, she said:
“This is the child that I have set my
heart upon. I can be content with no
other. Come here, little one, and we
will b<yto you a father and mother.”
Mr. and Mrs. Louis were the kindest
of parents to the little foundling, and
she proved herself to be a valuable sun
beam in their home. All the people on
the estate loved the bright, cheerful,
thoughtful young girl, and her life was
a useful as well as a happy one.
When all the premises of her beautiful,
budding womanhood seemed surest,
death took from her in one week her
loving foster-parents, and then it became
known that they had neglected to make
provision for her support. •
The relations and heirs of her adopted
parents offered her a home with them,
and there were several suitors for her
handin marriage, but “no,” she said,
“I will go back to the dear old hospital
that gave me a home in my babyhood.
I have been told many times that I have
a genius for nursing; there are always
sick babies needing attention, and why
should I not make myself useful ?”
So back to the dear old foundling hos
pital went the sweet young girl, with her
lovely face, her bird-like voice, her
sunny disposition, and her affectionate
heart, intent on making some other chil
dren as happy as she had been made
herself.
“Os course I regret the loss of my \
foster-parents and of their beautiful I
home,” she said one day to the matron, I
“but I should poorly repay all their }
kindness did I not shed abroad some of ;
the sweetness they were continually
pouring into my life all the blessed years
I lived with them.”
“But if you stay here and have charge [
of the little ones you will be obliged to j
wear a cap and apron—that is one of the
regulations.”
“I shall consider myself honored by
wearing the garb that has been worn by
so many noble women. I hope it will
become me as well as it did old Babette,
and that I shall wear it with as sweet a
grace.”
“Well, go yoftr way.” said the matron
with tears on her cheeks, “you always
had your own sweet will with every one !
from the time you were a kicking, crow- i
ing baby. Go you and sit there on
your little circle of turf by the Hebe I
statue and sing your songs to the wee I
ones.”
Minette obeyed and as she sang song |
after song with the children huddled !
about her a stout, heavily bearded man ;
came up the walk and paused near
the ancient laurel bush.
•‘Areyou still looking for the father
and mother from China, Sunette?” he I
asked presently.
“They came long since, Dr. Octave.
I had them while they tarried here.
They have gone on to a better land. ’’
“And now your voice has brought a
husband if you will have him.”
Minette glanced up. There was a look
in the mams face no maiden could mis
take.
“You hardly know me,” she fal- i
tered.
“I have never lost sight of you, my I
child. 1 could have no fears of trusting
my happiness to your keeping. '
“I belong to no one, doctor.”
“You belong to the Lord, and I want
you to belong to me. Fifteen years are
a great deal between a child and a youth
but they are nothing between a man and
a woman. Perhaps I am too impetuous—
you may plead that you knoxV nothing of
me. ”
“I have never lost sight of you,” con
fessed Minette, with a blush.” “Every
summer I have had children from the
hospital staying on the estate, and the
heart of every one of them was burning
with love for Dr. Octave, and I might as
well be frank to say that my childish
love for him has never grown cold.”
Flowers as Educators.
lessons of early childhood are
those we remember longest, hence the
school-house, outsido as well as in,
should become a source of instruction-
Neatness is the first principle to bo in
culcated. Without this all gardening
operations are devoid of charm. Sim
plicity in arrangement is of the utmost
importance. The best effect we can pro
duce with the least amount of labor will
prove most desirable. It is a great mis
take to plant anything, even a single
tree, in the portion allotted to play.
Space should be provided close around
the building and skirting the boundaries
of the grounds. Shade is essential, but
it must not interfere with outdoor games.
A few trees set reasonably near the
building is in order, and an occasional
specimen or small clump at intervals
planted close to the outer edge of the
j grounds will have a pleasing effect. On
the northern boundary of the place
should be planted a belt of evergreens
to serve as a wind-break. Along
the southern limits, as well as
at the sides may extend
a border with easy flowing outlines for
I hardy shrubs and flowers. Perennial
plants are the best for the purpose, as
they require little care. Interspersed
among these a few bulbs of gladioli,
tuberoses, tiger flowers, etc., will assist
in making a fine show of flowers and
accustom the children to various classes
of plants; real-object lessons, at once
attractive and useful. In front of the
school building (and every such edifice
should front the south) may be placed
one or more flower beds for either a few
annuals or the tender coleus and gerani
ums. Over the walls should cliug the
pretty little Japan ampclopsis, and the
doorway must be festooned with a se
lection from the long list of available
ornamental vines. All these plants will
be teaching* their silent lessons every
day, and with judicious hints from the
teacher instruction will be given that
will prove a source of life-long pleasure
and profit.— j Philadelphia Press.
The Scandinavian Name System.
The custom in Norway of taking the
father’s name, standing it on its head
and salting it down for the son, has no
counterpart with us. For instance,
Knute Nelson would call his son Nels
Knutson. Gen. Jackson’s boy would be
Jack Jensen, and the father of our coun
try's would be Washing Georgeson.
Judge Brown’s son woild be Little
Brown Jugson, or if twins, each would
be Two Quart Bottleson. A lighthouse
keeper’s boy is called Blowyourfog Horn
son, and his son in turn would be named
Blowyourhorn Fogson. Our readers
will find this an interesting subject to
follow up in their philological research
es. It is not a little interesting to fol
low’ the winding gepealogical thread
back and determine with a high degree
of certainty the origin of those old and
familiar family names, Young Hyson,
Ishouldsnickerbockerson, etc.—[Duluth
Paragrapher.
Strongly Put.
Wliat a pity that the good things of
the pulpit can’t be laid before the world
like the printed pages of the press!
Here is a bonmot which I desire to res
cue from oblivion. It was from a pulpit
in the subhrba. The subject: “Sowing
Wild Oats.” “Whatsoever ye sow, that
shall ye surely reap,” says the good
book, and the pastor thus reasons there
from; “You can’t expect, my hearers,
to raise hell in this world and reap
bica •en hereafter. —[Minneapolis Triixinv.
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! BOOTH’S CAPTOR.
i ■
The Man in Whose Arms Lin
coln’s Assassin Died.
He Tells, the True Story of
Booth’s Death and Burial.
Edward P. Doherty, who is now an
Indian trader on the Cheyenne river.
Dakota, held John Wilkes Booth in his
arms when he died. He was in command
; of the company which captured him.
Mr. Doherty, the other day, told the
story over to the writer. He said:
“1 was a lieutenant then in charge of
tny company, and hud been in hot pur
, suit of Booth ever since he rode from
Washington. We knew he was, or had
been in the neighborhood where we cap
tured him, but had nodefinite idea where
he was hiding. On the afternoon of
April 25. 1865, 1 was riding at the head
of the few soldiers with me, along a
country road, when by chance we met a
i person who told us where Booth was hid
i ing. We had already left the house five
or six miles in the rear. That night, or
rather next morning about 4 o’clock, wo
surrounded the barn where he was con-
I
I coaled.
It was a kind of tobacco house, nnd ,
rather small. Os course he was on the
alert and heard us closing in upon him.
We called upon him to surrender, but he
j refused. Some one set fire to the barn
and 1 rushed up to the door. Booth’s
companion camo forward and surrendered
. to me. At this juncture the soldiers
were closing in rapidly, and none tote
! soon, for Booth raised his gun to shoot
me when the rejx>rt of Corbett’s rifle
rang out clear and sharp upon the morn
ing air. The actor fell toward as I
rushed to him and caught him in my
arms. The ball had penetrated his head
in almost the same sjxit where he had
shot Lincoln. I lifted him in my arms
and carried him out of the burning barn.
I spoke to him, but the only words he
uttered were: “Useless! Useless!” I
think he had reference to the surrender
of his companion and that he meant re-*’
sistance would be useless. He waved
his right hand when uttering the words
as if he would have his companion leave.
He evidently believed him a traitor. He
sank back into my arms unconscious and
shortly afterward died. I sewed’hu
body up in my army blanket and went
with it to Washington. His face was not
badly nuitilated as reported, and he was
recognized beyond question as John
Wilkes Booth. His tyody was not spir- <
! ited away, but kept a long time iu Wash
ington, and finally carried to Baltimore. ,
, It now lies in a cemetery there.
“I received quite a sum of money
part of the reward offered for his cap
turc. Many stories have been written *
j about the death of Booth, but the bare
details I have given you are correct. I
could go into minute particulars, but
they would fill columns of your paper and
occupy more time in telling than I have
at my disposal now. I remember that
1 night though as if it were yesterday, and
the picture of that burning barn, the
' fatal shot and Booth’s death is vivid ■
■ stiii.” 3M
What the Baby was til ink I ng.
Mrs. Fogg: As I came by the station
just now, I saw a baby in its carriage.
It was amusing to sec the little thing .
watch the locomotive as it rushed past,
and until it was out of sight. I wonder
what the little darling was thinking of?
Fogg: That depends. If it was a grrl.’S
she was thinking, “splendid,” “just toQ t
lovely for anything,” or something of
that sort. If it was a boy, he might .
have been mentally constructing a smoke
consumer or patent coupler, but proba
bly was considering whether it was best
to invest in the road’s common or pre
ferred stock, its first, second or third
mortgage bonds, its equipotent sevens,
land-grant eights, or car-trust thirteens.
[ Boston Transci i pt.
Fish culture will never reach its high
est form of uaefulness until fish ;»r»
taught how to bite so that they may be
hooked.
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