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_ —— ..— , - . , ~— —.— . . , @l’t 'jcwnuiiili evibunc. Published by the Tbibwnb Pnbliihiar flo i 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. ■ printing OF EVERY DESCRIPTION. ** the office of this paper. Circulars, Bill Heads, Letter Heads Envelopes, Business Cards, Statements, Posters, I And in fact everything in the Job Printing line neatly and cheaply ex ecuted at short notice. 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.