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.Ci n turn null evibunc. Published by the Twrwnra Publisht*c G>. ) J. H. DEVEAU X. Maxaub* t VOL. 111. 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.