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The Dying Year.
[ love not the time when rough Autumn
discloses
The secrets that Summer held hid in her
breast.
The fragrance that slept ’midst the leaves of
the roses
Has floated away o'er the blue hill’s dim
crest;
And the wild breezes sob o’er a nest half
shattered
That once was concealed in the creeper
decked wall:
But the mother-bird died; and the young
ones sue scattered
And o’er the grass border the withered
leaves fall.
Soft, soft in the morning the dun fog is
creeping.
The bindweed hangs white on her pillow of
thorn;
And the shiv’ring gray willow forever is
weeping
O'er Summer departed, and lovers forlorn.
The wan river glides ’twixt the withering
rushes,
That sigh in the eve o’er the days that are
dead.
And the last hanging leaf on the chestnut
tree blushes
Where the hot \kiss of Autumn burned
angrily red.
' The whole world is empty; the whole earth
seems dying.
And Silence, with finger laid soft on her
lip.
Glides o’er the dreaT meadows, w hose swal
lows are trying
Their wings, ere they give sullen Winter
the slip.
The lusty, loud robin, all joyful, is sing
ing
Os frost, and the marvellous whiteness of
snow:
He tells us that Christmas is coming; is
bringing
The thousand bright pictures he only can
show.
Ahl the robin may sing on the bare, brown,
stripped branches.
I think of the Summer; I pine for the sun!
The storm hustles up, and in fury swift
launches
His barbs through the tree-tops; the war
is begun:
The trees cry aloud, as their last leaves are
falling;
The branches swing low with weird mur
murs of pain;
And the ghosts of the past to the present are
calling.
And weeping their fate in gray showers of
rain.
And J. all alone, waiting, hopelessly wonder,
Did Summer e'er reign o’er this cold world
of ours?
Did I ever walk in the garden and plunder
Yon l agged rosebush of its wonderful flow-
Or was all but a dream? Is there nothing
but sofrow?
Are Winter and weeping all, all that are
. left?
Now yesterday dies in the grasp of tomor
row.
To-day scarcely born e’er it. too, is bereft.
Ah me! past the window swift rain-clouds
are drifting;
The Summer is dead, and there’s nothing
but Death,
Through whose skinny fingers our life-sands
are sifting:
His breathing strikes chill e'en to young
Li.ve’s hot breath.
There is nothing on eartlubut King Death,
that is certain.
For Spring is a faille, fair Summer a
dream ;
And the pale hands that draw down our
life's heavy curtain
Are all that are truly the things that they
seem.
—{All the Year Round.
I A DOUBLE WEDDING.
| BY ALMA CRAIG.
■ This is the way it happened. You
■ee, Nannie Gibson a i* rue wus jist like
Bisters, only Nannie took to book lamin’
■i’ scch things, an' I hated the sight uv
■ book, Well, to make a long btory
■on, the skewlinaster, as line a lookin'
Hhn as ever you see, fell in love with
Kannie, an' she was almost a (lyin' uv
■ovc fer him. But Nannie’s paw jist
lut his foot down and sed she shouldn’t
■nan yno scch a fool. You see, ole man
■ribson thought everybody wus fools
■shut didn't think an’ butcher the gram
■iar es he did. He s<.d Nannie had to
■tarry Bud Steens, n bow-legged, cross
■ytd dunce, with great big yallcr teeth,
■n long stragglin' hair. He'd star at a
■ody an grin like a sick possum. Now,
■lst think of Nannie, who's es purty es
■ pictur, with party little white ban's,
■* aw burn hair that 'ud make n art is’
SAVANNAH. GA.. SATURDAY. DECEMBER 10, 1887.
rave, jist think uv her bein’ tied to that
ugly Bud Steens, who didn’t even know
his A B C’s!
You see Bud Stcenses daddy had a
mortgage on old man Gibson’s place, an’
old man Steens sed if Nannie ’ud marry
Bud ever’thing ’ud be squar’. Nannie’s
maw didn't like Bud, but she had to
agree about everything her ole man
said an' done, so she agreed that Nan
nie hed to marry Bud to save the place.
Nannie cried an' said she would not
marry him if he was all gold, but ole
roan Gibson told her to shut up.
Mr. Lewis, that’s the skewei master,
an’ Nannie writ to one a ’tother most
ever’day, an’ I carried tlrir mail.
You see, I got on to the good side uv
ole man Gibson by praisin’ uv Bud. an’
scolding uv Nan nie for not wantin' to
marry him.
It wus one Sunday evening thet
George an" me—George Pyne, you
know, was my beau, an’ hod been for
nigh onto two years, but he was too
bashful to pop the question—-well,
George an’ me went over to Nannie’s,
an’ we three took a little walk. Ole
man Gibson wouldn't let us git outon
his sight, so we walked up an’ down
the Jane.
‘‘Nannie,” scs I, “Mr. Lewis is to our
house waitin' fer your anser. lb ’ll hev a
buggy ready fer you to-night, an' my
paw an’ maw'll go an’ see you married
safe. I’ll stay with you to-night an’ jist
drap a hint to your paw'to keep a watch
on you.”
“O,” ses Nannie, “that would’nt be
fair.”
“Never min',” scs 1, “George an’
mo’ll fix ever’thing.”
Well, during the evenin’ I managed to
whisper to ole man Gibson that J be
lieved Nannie was fixin' to rud off with
the skew! master, an’ ’vised him to keep
a sharp look out for ’em an’ to say
nothin’ ’bout it to Nannie.
You see we planned it in this wav.
George wus to git a hoss an’ buggy, and
i be at the Gibson house a little arter mid
night. I wus to slip out an’ jump in
the buggy, an’ w’e’d light out with ole
, man Gibson a fullerin', an' let Nannie's
I beau take her off in peace.
Well, George cum dong with the
buggy an' I jumped in, and we struck
out for Hawsvillc, which was a good ten
mile off.
Ole man Gibson was the maddest man
you ever see. He jumped on his ole
hoss, an’ took arter us a yellin’ an’ a
shootin'. We hadn't calkerlated on the
shootin part, an' so we driv like all
possessed.
Nannie's beau cum’long arter her with
paw and maw. They went to James
town, which was right t’other way fnim
Hawsville.
It wus get tin’ on to’ards daybreak
w hen George an' me got to town. We
stopped the buggy an' waited fer ole
man Gibson to cum up.
Guprge turns ’round an' sesee: “Whut
air you a runnin’ an’ a shootin at us
for ?”
Ole man Gibson jist looked like ’>
goose fer a spell; then sesee: “Whar’s
Nannie?''
“She’s marri -d by this time, I reek< n,”
; ses I. “My paw and maw's seein’ her
' all safe.”
At this, ole m.tn Gibson w hipped but
his six-shooter an' pinted it at George,
an’ sesee, “Now git right long to the
clerk’s offus. You'n Liz i Ann’s got to
I git married afore you leave this town.”
j George wus skeert nigh to death.
Sesee. “Mr. Gibbon, Liza Ann haint sed
she’d marry me yit ”
“You haint axed her yit.' hollered
<>le man still a pintin’ his
shooter.
I wus tickled all over, fer I’d lin a
wantin’ George all long, but ’twant my
place to ax him to hev me. But the fun
uv it wur this, my paw didn’t like
George, an’ he sed I shouldn’t marry
him. Paw hed sot his heart on me a
i marrfia’ ov JA Stub-, a green-eyed
I dandy who’ll leant him six bits onct,
i but I liked George an’ I knowed at
j George liked me.
Well, the up -hot ov it wa< George
i an’ Bit' lost no tune in gill in' married.
Then ole man Gibson sed he’d hurry
I home an’ hev Mrs. Gibson fix up a good
dinner fer all uv us. He lowcd’t he’d
got "bout even with paw.
When George an’ me got back to the
ole man Gibsonses, that wus Nannie 'n
her ole man looking es happy es two
doves.
Ole man Gibson hadn’t told the news
y it, so none on ’em knowed ’t George
and me was married.
“Well, sir.” laughed paw, “we got
ahead on ’em all, didn’t we?”
Ole man Gibson jumped up an’ said,
“You bet we did! Mister Sanders,
'low me to introduce you to Mr. and
Mrs. Pyne!”
Law! naw was so mad for a while that
I got kinder skcert. But they all got
to jokin' him an’ he soon got over his
mad tit.
We hed a big shindig thet night, an’
paw danced the first set with Nannie,
an’ ole man Gibson he danced the first
set with me.
So, you see, thet’s the way we come
Ito hev a double weddin’, an’ we was
I all satisfied.-—[lnter-Ocean.
Ration-Day.
Ration-day at Port Reno presents an
exciting scene. There are 378 families
of Arapahoes, containing .’’>(>() men. 5(13
I women, and 1179 children, or a total of
I 2400 persons. Os Cheyennes there are
I 738 families, containing 913 men, 1001
■ women, and 2313 children a total of
! 4287 Cheyenne men, women f.nd cliil
i dren. These 0087 Cheyenne and Ara-
pahoc Indians are all fed and clothed
by the government, each family of six
receiving per week six and a half pou ids
of coffee, two and a quarter pounds of
sugar, and c’ght pounds of flour, in ad
dition to beef. The government com
missary building is within a stone’s
throw of the Canadian River. Thither
every Monday morning the hungry In
dians crowd for their weekly’ supply’ of
i food. Each band of forty-five elects a
I representative, who is given a ticket
i numbered from one to fourteen. This
i representative present* his ticket every
1 Monday morning, the supply agent,
j punches one of the numbers and gives
! the bearer his coffee, sugar and flour,
; and an order for one beef. At the end
i of the quarter, when the fourteen num-
I bers arc all punched, another ticket is
I issued.
Let us follow the chief after he has
had hi- ticket punched and receive 1 an
order for a beef. His eyes glitter, his
nostrils expand, his painted face looks
more horrible than ever. The other
men of the band leap on their horses.
: They ride to the stock pen; the agent
takes the order and turns over to the
chief a bull or an ox. The poor brute
I leaves the pen dazed—confused; in a
■ moment confusion gives vvay to wild
terror. The Indian bucks, horrible in
their brilliant paints, give vent to a
I scries of unearthly yells, and begin a
; chase that often lasts for hours. They
goad the bull with spears, run it hither
and thither, shouting and yelling the
meanwhile as thou they were mad.
At length, tired of thi savage sport,
one of the band fire; his rtfl„• and puts
an end to the poor beast's misery. The
bull no sooner falls than the braves sur
round him, whip out their knives,cut his
throat, and drink the warm blood, and
eat the warm raw flesh. They like the
hot blood and flesh, and it is to secure
1 this, as much as for the excitement, that
i they indulge in this wild eha.e every
ration-day at the Reno agency. When
their gluttonous appetite i> satisfied, the
' squaws take the remains of the carcass
and In y themselves nicking clean the
bom.-, w hile the bucks sleep off the ef
fect of their orgie. For two or three
days they gormandize; the rest of the
week, until ration-day conies again, they
half starve. Such is the result of the
' Government’s method of caring for its
wards. —[Cosmo jxiii tan.
Just Like Papa.
.Mamma What’- lie matter with you,
Bobbie? What make* you run that
w ay'
Bobbie (who is tearing madly around
snd around the house) <>! Im running
! for county treasurer, like pajia. Get
out of the wayhicago Tribune.
The doctor?., br-inMs
' 4;
Cleanliness in Japan.
Those who come around the world
astward. writes a St. Louis Globo cor
respondent from Nagasaki, find all the
Asiatics from Port Said to the ends of
China and Corea one in the great broth
erhood of dirt, and sitting meditatively
and in contented indolence in the midst
of tilth that would depopulate those
countries by one epidemic, if there was
anything in the theories of sanitary en
gineering, malaria, germs and microbes
that could be applied to Asia, To them
Japan is even more of a wonder and de
light than to those who come to it. west
ward from our very practical and prosaic
America. The first boat and boatman
in the harbor is a shining example of
cleanliness. Hi* one scant cotton gar
ment may be patched and darned all over,
but it is as clean as daily washing can
make it, and the boatman himself is as
clean as constant scrubbing, soaking in
hot water and rubbing down with his
illustrated Japanese towels can make
him. The whole nation is amphibious,
and although the government Ims done
aw ay with the public bath houses, where
every one went in together, the con
’ stant babbling and splashing in tanks
! of boiling water has not ceased since
the Arcadian fashion was done away
| with. The bath houses are the club
l houses, the places of public resort,
where any one drops in for a smoke and
i a chat with his neighbor, and there is
no special hour or limit to the indul
gence. The lowest coolies do as mucl
bathing as the men of high rank, and
cleanliness is not, as in England, the
badge and attribute of the better class
es only. The clean faces, the well
. scrubbed boats, the clean and sprinkled
streets, the pretty little houses, with
their toy balconies without.spot or speck
on their shining floors, are an ecstasy to
i yie eye after the mud hovels, the dirt
floors, the filth, ragsand repulsive peo
pie living just across the Yellow sea.
Lincoln's Statue Unveiled by ‘•Liflle
Abe.”
The great statue of Abraham Lincoln
was unveiled recently at Lincoln Park,
Chicago. The booming of cannon
startled the assembled multitude, and a’
j the sound of the cannon died away over
the water of Lake Michigan, “little
Abe” Lincoln, the son of Robert T. Lin
coln, stepped up to the base of the flag
covered bronze figure of his grandfather,
and pulled a rope which held the cover
ing. The folds slowly unloosened and
i dropped down at the base, and the tall
erect figure of Abraham Lincoln shone
brightly in the sun. A tremendous
shout went up, and it was joined a mo
ment later by the roar from the cannon.
Thomas F. Withrow, one of the trustees
of the Bates fund, out of which the cost
of the statue was defrayed, formally pre
sented the figure to the Lincoln Park
board, and W. ('. Goody replie I in be
half of the board. The oration was de
livered by Hon. Leonard Swett.
Watered Oysters.
Nut every lover of uie oyster knows
that the size and plumpness which are
-o highly prized in the great American
bivalve, and which are so attractive in
specimens on the half-shell or in the
stew as to k-ad the average man to pay a
considerable extra price for extrasize,are
not entirely natural; and even those who
do know that the majority of the oysters
in the market arc- artificially swollen by
introducing water into the tissues are
not all aware that the process by which
this is done is closely analogous to that
by which the food in our own bodies is
conveyed through the walls of the
stomach and other parts of the diges
tive apparatus and poured into the
blood ami lymph to do its work of
nourishment. Popular B'ie ice Month
ly.
Both Waiting.
First Citizen Do you want to nee.Mr.
Sti.it h?
Second Citizen Yes, sir.
I’ir-t Citizen He i- upstairs. i'r.u
waiting fur him to come down.
bvcond Citizen (a collector)- I’m
waiting fur him to “come ■town,” too.
*•’ *'
I f 1.26 Per Annum; 76 cents for Bix Months;
- 60 cent* Three Months; Single Ooptes
ioentS'-In Advance.
PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
There is no disease so dangerous a
the want of common sense.
Avoid yourself what you think wrong
in your neighbor.
Don't open your purse too hastily or
wide, nor your mouth either.
No life can be utterly miserable that
is brightened by the laughter and love
of one little child.
There are some men formed with feel
ings so blunt that they can hardly be
made to be awake during the whole
of their lives.
He never was so good as he should be,
that doth not strive to be better than he
is; he never will be better than he ia,
that doth not fear to be worse than he
was.
Friendship hath the skill and observa
tion of the best physician, the diligence
and vigilance of the best nurse, and the
tenderness and patience of the best
mother.
Shall we repine nt a little misplaced
charity, we who could in no way foresee
the effect when an all knowing, all
wise Being showers down every day His
benefits on the unthankful and unde
serving?-
Should misfortune overtake, retrench,
work harder, but never fly; confront
difficulties with unflinching persever
ence; should you then fall you will be
honored; but shrink and you will be de
spised.
Burglars’ Tools.
P. ,1. Jennings, a New York engineer
and machinist, tells an inleresting story
about his dealings with a burglar. He
was sitting in his office one day a few
months ago when two men entered with
a design they wanted to make of steel
He took the job and turned it out ac
cording to order. The men came the
next day, and rfter chatting pleasantly
about matters of popular interest in the
city, paid their bill and went away. Sav
eral other designs were brought him by
the two men and he got to know them
rpiite well. He did not learn their busi
ness, however, but it is a common thing
to deal with men whom one knows only
by sight and Mr. Jennings never both
ered his head about it.
But he found out who the men were
after all. One day they calle 1 to have
him make half a dozen eight-inch steel
screws. He promised them for 5 o’clock,
but the men did not come. He did not
see them on the next day or the next.
On the third day one of Pinkerton’s de
tectives dropped in upon him in the
afternoon carrying a h ind-satchel. He
opened it and threw a lot of curiously
shaped pieces of steel on the table.
“Were those made in your shop, Mr.
Jennings?” casually remarked the de
tective.
“Yes, that's our work.”
“Who did you make them for?”
“Now you’ve got me it's niora than
I can tell. I never had any reason to
inquire, and the men didn’t bother
about telling me.”
“But von arc sure von mad • that steel
work here.”
Two days later Mi. Jennings was
iubpu-aned by the prosecution as a wit
ness against two men who had attempted ,
to crack the safe of a bank in Ellenville,
Ulster county. He m- t a Harlem ma
chinist and an ironworker from down
town at the courth >us- in Kingston.
Pinkerton’s men opened w i 1< their eyes
when he took the pi of steel that
each had shaped and, putting them to
gether, showed what a perfect sectional
jimmy they made.—[New- York Ix-tter.
Fed by the lon ng ShooU.
L. M. Chase of Boston found u pear
tree in his garden which the intcc had
girdled bv eating the bark of the trunk,
audit wa- dyii;.'. Mr. Ch.-v planted
four small trees around this tree and
close to it, cut off the io|m, |w»inle I tbo
ends, and, nuking incisiuns in the bark,
bent the .'.mall trees And grafted them
above the <l<ad trunk They all grew.,
and that tree draw* Rs nouiishment
tram th
for a LB'lml ol
NO. 8.