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ffltt Swanuah Stibunc. Published by the Taramrn Publishine flo » J. H. DEVEAU 2L Managk*. S I B. W. WHITE, Soukjitob. j VOL. 11. 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. FOB GOOD JOB PRINTING —4lO TO TUB— SAVANNAH TRIBUNE, Mopes, Business Cards, Stitements, Posters, Ind in fact everything in the Job Printing line neatly and cheaply ex ecuted at short notice. SATISFACTION GUARANTEE Clve us a oalL 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. ($1.25 Per Annum; 75 cents for Six Months; { 50 cents Tnreo Months; Single Copses | 5 cents--In Advance. ! 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. NO. 4L