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J. H. DEVEAUX, Majtagmu “ ' I
R. W. WHIIR, Souoitob.
VOL. 11.
NEWLY FITTED TTP.
LABORINgIeN’S home
Restaurant & Lodging,
Wm. B. Brown, Proprietor,
183 Bryan St., SAVANNAH, GA.
Meals at all hours. Choicest brands of
Wines, liquors and cigars always on hand.
BEN NETT’S
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 shampooning.
Also, hair dressing at your residence it
required. 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. 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 bis customers as usual
with politeness and promptness. Hi|
prices are reasonable and satisfaction il
Biaranteed. Goods delivered if desired.
ON‘T FORGET, STALL NO. 31.
M*.
GREEN GROCERY.
HENRYFIELDS
THS OLD RELIABLE
GHETEEIX 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.
Soods delivered if desired.
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SAVANNAH, GA. SATURDAY, OCTOBER 15.1887.
A Warning.
Three million men keep Europe's peace
When war is not her game.
Three times and more she calls to arms
To strike in battle’s flame.
Our strength in peace is hard to find,
We tight not for the name,
But let no alien spurn the flag,
For we”ll get there just the same.
—[Chicago Inter-Ocean.
THE DOCTOR'S PERIL.
I “What can detain him?” For the
hundreth time Alice Stanley asked the
question as she looked anxiously from
the window. The black February day
promised to be succeeded by fitting
night. The sky was overcast and the
’ wind blew in fitful gusts. Down in the
> village, a few lights began to glow in
i ° ° o
| the gray gloom. With a little shiver,
Alice dropped the curtain. “I hope
John won’t be called out to-night. We
haven’t him a single evening for our
own, have we, baby?” bending over the
cradle.
Baby opened his eyes and cooed, ex
tending his dimpled hands, and Alice
bent to lift him just as she heard a step
which set her heart beating, as in the
| days when John Stanley was Alice Dun
bar’s lover. He burst into the room
with a cheerishness and ease engendered
by the comforting conviction that in his
own castle he could shake off the sub
dued professional manner, which was
sometimes a little galling.
* “Well, Alice, why don't you scold me
for keeping you waiting?” kissing mother
and baby and throwing himself into the
easy chair.
“You have kept us very long, John,
but we have consoled ourselves by
thinking we shall have you all the even
ing.”
“I hope so,” —heartily. “It’s going
to be a very bad night, and it can’t be
any one will be ill-natured enough to
send for the doctor. It is hard, birdie,
to have so lonesome an eyrie for you.
When I remember how I coaxed you
from your uncle’s to this Western hovel,
Alice had been putting supper upon
the table, but at this she dropped the
dishes and flew at him.
“You bad, wicked boy,” she said,
shaking him and covering his face with
kisses, “if ever you utter such treason
again, I shall punish you dreadfully. Oh,
John, when 1 think of the old days at
my uncle’s when my heart was chilled
by coldness and neglect, I am wicked
enough to thank God because my uncle
betrayed his trust and fled; for but for
that you never would have told me you
loved me. John, dear, when I think of
my happiness as your wife, I almost
tremble lest something come to mar it.”
“Forgive me, Alice, but it was for
your sake I regretted the loss of the
luxuries you must miss.”
“As if I ever had any luxury that
compared to precious, sweet boy,”
snatching him away and ending the dis
cussion.
Supper over, Dr. Stanley ensconced
himself in the great crimson arm-chair
and enthroned his son upon his knee,
while Alice dropped the red curtains
after one shivering glance at the bleak
night, then, bringing her sewing, pre
pared to hear ail the doctor had gathered
up in Ins day's tour around the three
villages. A great sigh of content welled
from Dr. Stanley’s heart as he contem
plated the cosy room, his wife's fair
face, and the smiling little one on his
knee. “No crowned king ever enjoyed
greater happiness than is compassed by
these four walls,” he thought.
He was deep in a funny story, when a
sharp knock checked the laugh on
Alice’s lips, and her eyes grew anxious
as the little maid entered with the al
ways dreaded yellow envelope. Dr.
Stanley tore it open quickly and read:
“Come at once. Bad sniasbup.
D EX ISON.”
He placed the boy in the cradle, and '
quietly began his preparations. Alice
was silent; she knew it was useless to
attempt to dissuade her husband from
doing what he deemed his duty nor was
she woman to do it. yet there was a
I sharp pain at her heart which impelled
I her to say as he tenderly kissed the child:
“It will be dreadful going to Lorimer
to-night, John.’'
"Oh, I can stand it. I will be back
as soon as possible. And now, good-by,
Alice.”
As he dung open the door, a violent
gust of wind blew the snow into their
faces.
“Oh, John,” cried his wife, in uncon
trollable agitation, “don’t go! I feel as
though something terrible were menac
ing you. I cannot let you go, I cannot!”
“Alice,” he said, almost sternly, “I
never knew you to give way to this non
sense before. Would you not despise me
w’ere I selfishly to consult my own ease
when these poor unfortunates need my
aid! Go in, that's a good girl; nothing
is wrong but your nerves.”
A hurried embrace and he was gone.
Alice barred the door and returned to
the sitting-room, summoning her hand
maiden for company, but Patty's pres
ence proved small comfort, for after the
most commendable endeavors to appear
wide awake, she tumbled ignominiously
on the floor.
“Never mind, Patty, it is near 12,
time we were all asleep.”
Dr. Stanley walked rapidly down to
the village, quickening his step to a run
as he heard a train whistle. “That
must be the 10.15,” he said. He reached
the station, panting, just as the cars
dashed past him.
“Bound for Lorimer, Doc?” said the
station agent with a laugh. “You’re
pretty badly left.”
“So it seems,” panted the doctor,
“and there’s not another to-night. Do
you know anything of the accident
there?”
“No. Has there been an accident?”
the laugh dying out. "It’s too bad you
are left.”
“Will you lend me your bay, Jack
son? I can ride over there.”
“With pleasure, doctor, but you don’t
mean ”
I “Yes I do,” said Stanley, harnessing
up the powerful animal.
“But, my God, doctor, there isn’t a
i worse stretch from here to Denver. A
mountain road, along precipices and
chasms. Why, you are mad to think of
it, even if there weren’t a blizzard rag
ing. Don’t do it, Dr. Stanley.”
“Nonsense, Jackson, this storm will
soon lift. Wish me a safe passage.
Good night.”
Stanley pursued his way for some time
with considerable rapidity until he gain
ed the opening between the peaks, when
he was obliged to proceed with extreme
caution. The darkness was oppressive;
the intensely fierce cold chilled his very
heart, the biting wind blew in terrible
gusts, which broke the snow into atoms
so fine that breathing was rendered ex
ceedingly difficult. Every particle
struck his face like a fine splinter. At
length he halted, trembling anxiously
as he tried to shield the match while he
consulted his watch. But it was impos
sible to fan the feeble light and he re
sumed his Way muttering:—
“I have lost my way, I should be at
Truefitt’s now.”
He knew that on each side were yawn
ing chasms and clefts, but how near he
came to death, God alone knew. The
whirling snow filled eyes and ears and
nose, and his cut and bleeding skin
caused him indescribable agony. The
wind had redoubled its violence. He
'leaned forward and sought to shield
himself from its fury by clasping his
arms around the horse’s neck. At that
instant, the animal halted, trembling
from head to feet.
“My God, we are lost!” burst from
i Stanley. He was benumbed with cold,
his breath came in gasps, and he felt
that unless he could urge his horse for
ward, he must succumb. He was just
making the attempt, when it flashed
upon him that the instinct of the animal
was warning it against danger unknown
to the man.
( He backed the horse cautiously, and
then dismounting began to walk back
ward and forward by the animal’s fide,
while the fury of the storm increased,
and his steps became weaki r ind more
uncertain, and the belief tl a* death was
near grew stronger in Stanley’s soul.
He was sinking into the lethargy of
despair when, like a dream of heaven
came the thought of Alice and her
child; Alice whom he had coaxed into
this wild land only to let her drink of
the cup of happiness that she might
know the bitterness of its dregs. Doubt
less she was praying for him now, poor
girl. Then be pictured her watching
for his coining, day after day, while the
shadows felt heavily and more heavily
upon her dear face, and al last, some
traveler would stumble upon him—and
then
He could go no farther with his im
aginings. His heart seemed bursting
and with a great effort he cried: "Oh,
save me, save me! Not for tuy sake, O
merciful Father, but theirs!"
As in answer to his prayer, his spirits
rose in brightest exultation; the blood
seemed to course through his veins like
liquid fire. He felt an insane impulse to
leap, but his feet were heavy as lead,
lie shouted, laughed and sang. His
mind contemplated the most enchanting
visions, and before lus eyes floated the
most beautiful colors. He felt capable
of defying anything and everything.
And yet through this horrible hallneina
tion, a dual self seemed to direct his
movements, and preserve him. At
length, he made one desperate effort,
and gained the saddle, then winding his
arms again around the horse’s neck,
prayed God to enable him to hold out
till dawn.
He resumed his march, but try as he
would his steps dragged. faltered,
halted, and he tumbled into the snow.
With a whinny the shivering horse fell
alongside him.
With the coming of the gray day, the
wind died into a sullen murmur, and the
snow fell lightly, almost caressingly on
the prostrate figure.
“Stiddy thar, Z;ke!” cried a voice,
I as two men came from an abrupt open
ing, and toiled along through the drifts.
“Gracious, we was wise to make a camp
in that ere cross cut. wasn’t we?”
“You said that afore,” growled the
other, giving a vicious cut to the mule
he was driving and whistling to the dog.
“Hyar, hyar!”
“Hillo, it’s a man and a horse; well,
if it ain’t Jackson’s Clinker and Doc
Stanley! Whar’s the flask? You look
after the boss.”
It was high noon when the cavalcade
halted before Lorimer hotel, and Stan
ley, rather pale and shaken, was helped
into Dr. Denison’s office. A few words
put. Denison in possession of the reasons
for Stanley’s delay and after Denison
had telegraphed to Alice, he said :
“Now, could you come and look on
my patients? The bucket in the St.
Julian broke, and eight men were in
jured, among them the owner, who had
just come here. This is his room. Hope
less, 1 think.”
With all his professional control, Stan
ley could not repress a start as he gazed
upon the face of the man lying helpless
ly there.
“John Stanley,” said the man “have
you come to gloat over me?”
"No, Mr. Dunbar, however much you
injured my wife, she and I forgave you
freely long ago.”
James Dunbar looked steadily into the
young man’s face.
"Stanley" he said, “the God whom I
once knew lias sent you to me. Send
for a lawyer, I cart restore to Alice some
of her own. ”
That night the soul of James Dunbar
passed to its account, and two davs later,
Dr. Stanley returned home.
The joy of Alice can be imagined, but
when in the cosy evening hour with wife
ami child beside him, Stanley told her
of his meeting with her uncle, her eyes
tilled as she thought of the terrible end
ing of the ill-spent life. “Dear John,”
she began, but he stopped her.
"Wait, Alice,” and simply and yet
with unconscious eloquence he told her
of his terrible night ride.
She wept and shivered and held him
as though fearing even now he might
be taken from her. Then site seized
the baby and devoured him with kisses.
“But haven't you any tiling to say ,
Alice?”
“Oh, my darling, Ictus thank God I” ;
—[Springfield Republican. ,
(♦1.25 Per Annum; 75 rents for Six Months;
• 50 cents Tttrea Mouths; Single Oopias
! 5 ceu tv -In Advaaoa.
Turtle and Sparrows.
The Milwaukie Sun has this storO
illustrating the curiosity of animals: „
We often hear of the curiosity of anijj
tnals but it is seldom that one has tlnM
I
occasion to see them exhibit this tr.iitJJ
i especially if he happens to live in thtfl
city. Everybody nearly has heard hoim
hunters on the plains attract the antes
lope to its death by hiding in the ’jrasffl
and waving a handkerchief on a stick,
and then shooting the creature, as itsM
curiosity draws it within range of theL
hidden rille. The writer witnessed ap
most laughable sight a few evening*!
since while walking through the court,-J
house park. Somebody lu«i left a larger
mud turtle in the grass, presumably aw
an ornament, and the bewildered crea-i 1
ture was slowly wending its way across [
the park, in the direction of the foun-1
tain. Presently a sparrow espied him,l
ami hopping down within about four?
feet of his tail, commenced to chirp?
loudly for his companions. Inside ofi
five minutes no less than 200 sparrows*
had appeared on the scene, and, crowd-1
ing, pushing and scolding each other, I
they slowly marched behind the turtle, ;
scared half to death and ready to fly at?
the least alarm, yet their curiosity was |
so great that they kept crowding closer I
and closer till they were hardly two feet |
from the slowly moving turtle. Once in ,
a while he would turn his snaky head tot
look at them, and immediately the two I
front ranks would sit down on their *
haunches, crowding those behind them |
into a confused mass of struggling feet. |
and feathers. How long this would I
have lasted, ami how far their curiosity 1
would have led them it is hard to say, 1
but just as they were crowding up an- I
other foot a naughty boy threw a stone j
in their midst, and the turtle was left to |
craw l along at his leisure.
Gardening by the Barrel.
The agricultural editor of the Phila- .
delphia Record mentions a Jerseyman’s ♦
practice which enables him with very I
little extra outlay to secure better re- ?
suits, especially in a season of drouth, i
than from three times as much space de- j
voted to vegetable-growing in the usual 1
way:
“He procures old soap-boxes, flour
barrels, kegs, or anything that will hold ■
earth or manure, and if the boxes or bar- !
rels be somewhat rickety, so much the j
better. In planting melons, cucumbers, '
tomatoes, squashes or lima beans he
places a box on the middle of the hill,
which should be six feet across, fills it
half ful of fresh manure, and over the
manure a half peck of a mixture of wood
ashes ami superphosphate is placed. The
seeds of the melons are planted around
the box, four plants being allowed to the
hill, the distance of the seeds from the
box being about two feet, a» too close
contact with the box is not desirable.
When the young plants are up soapsuds
ure poured over the contents of the box.
In a few weeks the roots of the plants
will have reached the box, and they are
then freely and liberally supplied with
all the moisture and liquid manure they
may need, as water is poured in the box
as often as may be desired. In dry ]
weather a bucket of water in the box
causes the matter in the manure to leach
out, and it soaks in the ground around
the box, where the plants appropriate it,” ,
The Potato (lure for Rheumatism.
Physicians are usually free from sup
erstition, ami they generally treat with
ridicule the class of remedies known as
“old women’s cures.” But we know of
a prominent member o' tint profession
now retired from practice, who avers
that he cured himself of a rheumatic
trouble of a painful character and long
standing by carrying in his pocket a
potato about the size of ahorse chestnut.
This he was induced to do by an old
lady friend and the doctor affirms upoa
his honor that it cured him within<?;»
few montlis, and that while the with
ered vegetable is in his pocket not, a
tinge of the disease is felt. He
not attempt to account for it. (Chicago
Inter Ocean.
“The Fatal Three” is the tilbfof.
Braddon’s latest novel.- l uhiipadt N a
story oi cucumber, soft erfebs and inUk.
NO. 52.