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Fortune’s Flowers.
Ah, Norah, yet the grass is wet—tis early
times you’re out!
And, sure, the sun and you, my pet, should
light us turn about,
The birds uncurl, the swallows whirl, you
lea< the year astray;
And what’s the happy news, my pearl, that
warms your heart today?
Ah, can’t I trace the darling face I’ve loved
for twenty years?
And don’t I know the April grace where
smiles just touch the tears?
There’s store galore your basket fills of
blossoms golden gay,
But more, asthore, than daffodils you’re
bringing home today!
A four-leaved shamrock! happy hour! that
promise must come true;
And lucky flower that owns the power to
bring good luck to you!
At others’ tread it hid its head and crouched
away in fear,
And pushed its four leaves forth instead the
moment you drew near.
And what’s the boon the omen brings? for
wealth you’d never seek;
And health and bloom were mocking things
tg such a May day cheek;
A secret’s cheap those eyes would keep!—l
know the happy lad—
But, oh! one love’-’s rapture deep will leave
a county sad.
—[Frederick Langbridge.
UNDER THE ROOF TREE.
“Hello, Jim! Where have you been
lately?” shouted abroker the other even
ing to a portly, finely-dressed man in
the corridor of the St. James. The gen
tleman stopped, shook hands with his
friend, and replied: “I’ve been home to
see my old father and mother, the first
time in sixteen years, and I tell you, old
man, I wouldn’t have missed that visit
for all my fortune.”
J. “Kinder good to visit your boyhood
home, eh?”
“You bet. Sit down. I was just
thinking about the old folks, and felt
talkative. If you have a few moments
tospare, sit down, light a cigar, and
listen to a story of a rich man, who had
almost forgotten his father and
mother.” «
They sat down and the man told his
story.
“How I came to visit my home hap
pened in a curious way. Six weeks ago
I went down to Fire Island fishing. I
had a lunch, put up at Crook & Nash's,
and you can imagine my astonishment
when I opened the* hamper to find a
package of crackers wrapped up in a
piece of newspaper. That newspaper
■was the little patent inside country
weekly published at my homo in Wis
' consin. I read every word of it, adver
tisements and all. There was George
> Kellogg, who was my schoolmate, ad
vertising hams and salt pork, and an
other boy was postmaster. By George!
it made me homesick, and I determined
then and there to go home, and go homo
I did.
“In the first place I must tell you
. how I came to New York. I had a tiff
L..with my father and left home. I finally
g turned up in New York with a dollar in
K‘my pocket I got a job running a
elevator in the very house in
to get rich drove the thoughts of my
parents from me, and when I did think
of them the hard words that my father
last spoke to me rankled in my bosom.
Well, I went home. I didn’t seo much
change in Chicago, but th: magnificent
new depot in Milwaukee I thought was
an improvement on the old shed that
they used to have. It was only thirty
■ miles from Milwaukee to my home, and
I tell you, John, that train seemed to
creep. I was actually worse than a
school boy going home for vacation. At
last we neared the town. Familiar
sights met my eyes, and, darn it all,
, they filled with tears. Thera was Bill
'Lyman’s red Lam, just the same; but
great Scott! what were all of the other
hou.es? We rode nearly a mile before
coming to the depot, though houses
wire only occasionally I saw one tha.
was fumili r. The town hid grown to
ten times its size when I know it. The
train stopped sod 1 jumped off. Not a
i'rtf Io thar ! *
office door stood the station agent. I
walked up and said; ‘Howdy, Mr. Col
lins?’
“He stared at me and replied:
‘You’ve got the best of mb, sir?
“I told him who I was and what I
had been doing in New York, and he
didn’t make any bones in talking to me.
Said ho: ‘lt’s about time you came
home. You in New York rich, and
your father scratching gravel to get a
bare living?
“I tell you, John, it knocked me all
in a heap. I thought my father had
enough to live upon comfortably. Then
a notion struck me. Before going homo
I telegraphed to Chicago to one of our
correspondents there to send me SIOOO
by first mail Then I went into Mr.
Collins’ back office, got my trunk in
there, and put on an old hand-me-down
suit that I use for fishing and hunting.
My pug hat I replaced by a soft hat,
took my valise in my hand, and went
home. Somehow the place didn't look
right. The currant bushes had been
dug up from the front yard, and the
fence was gone. All the old locust
trees had been cut down and young
maple trees were plante I. The house
looked smaller somehow, too. But I
went up to the front door and rang the
bell. Mother came to the door and
said: ‘We don’t wish to buy anything
today, sir?
“It didn’t take mo a minute to survey
her from head to loot. Neatly dressed,
John, but a patch and a darn here and
there, her hair streaked with gray, her
face thin, drawn and wrinkled. Yet
over her eyeglasses shone those good,
honest, benevolent eyes. I stood star
ing at her and then she began to stare
at me. I saw the blood rush to her face,
and with a great sob she threw herself
upon me, and nervously clasped me
about the neck, hysterically crying: ‘lt’s
Jimmy, it’s Jimmy!’
“Then I cried, too, John. I just
broke down and cried like a baby. She
got me into the house, hugging and
kissing me, and then she went to the
back door and shouted, ‘George!’
‘ Father came in in a moment, and
from the kitchen, asked, ‘What do you
want, Car’line?’
“Then he came in. He knew me in
a moment. He struck out his hand and
grasped mine, and said sternly: ‘Well
young man, do you propose to behave
yourself now?’
“He tried to put on a brave front,
but he broke down. There we three
sat like whipped school children, all
whimpering. At last supper time came
and mother went out to prepare it. I
went into the kitchen with her.
“ ‘Where do you live, Jimmy?' she
asked.
“ ‘ln New York? I replied.
“ ‘What are you workin’ at now,
Jimmy?’
“ ‘l'm workin’ in a dry goods store?
“ ‘Thon I suppose you don’t live very
high, for I hear tell o’ them city clerks
what don’t get enough money to keep
body and soul together. So I’ll just
tell you. Jimmy, we’ve got nothin’ but
roast spareribs for supper. We ain’t got
any money now, Jimmy. We’re poorer
nor Job’s turkey?
“I told her I would be delighted with
the sparcribs, and to tell the truth,
John, I haven’t eaten a meal in New
York that tasted as well as those crisp
roasted spareribs did. I spent the
evening playing checkers with father,
while mother sat by telling me all about
their misfortunes from old white Mooley
getting drowned in the pond to father’s
signing a note for a friend and having
to mortgage the place to pay it The
mortgage was duo inside of a week and
not a cent to meet it with—just SBOO.
She supposed they would bo turned out
of house an 1 home, but in my mind I
supposed they wouldn’t. At last 9
o'clock came and father said: ‘Jim, go
out to the barn and see if Kit's all
right. Bring in an armful of oil
shingles that are just inside tha door
and fill up the water path Thea we’ll
go off to bed and get up early and go
MT ‘ ’""Wil
SAVANNAH, GA., SATURDAY. JUNE !), 1888.
up a pail of water, filled the woodbox,
and then wo all went to bed.
“Father called mo at 4.30 in the
morning, and while he whs getting a
cup of coffee I skipped over to the de
pot cross lots and got my best brass
rod. Father took nothing but a troll
ing lino and spoon hook. Ho rowed
the boat with the trolling line in his
mouth, while I stood in tho stern with
a silver shiner rigged on. Now, John,
I never saw a man catch fish like ho
did. To make a long story short, he
caught four bass and five pickorol and
I never got a bite.
“At noon wo went ashore and fathet
went home, while I went to tho post
office. I got a letter from Chicago with
a check for SIOOO in it. With somo
trouble I got it cashed, getting paid in
$5 and $lO bills, making quite a roll.
I then got a roast joint of beef and a
lot of delicacies and had them sent
home. After that I went visiting
among my old schoolmates for two
hours and went home. The joint was
in the oven. Mother had put on her
only silk dress and father had donned
his Suaday-go-to-mccting clothes, none
too good, either. This is where I played
a joke on the old folks. Mother was in
the kitchen watching tho roast. Father
was out to the barn, and I had a clear
coast. I dumped tho sugar out of the
old blue bowl, put the thousand dollars
in it and placed the cover on again. At
last supper was ready. Father asked a
blessing over it and he actually trem
bled when he stuck his knife in the
roast.
“ ‘Wehaven’t had a piece of meat
like this in five years, Jim,’ he said, and
mother put in with, ‘And wo haven’t
had any coffee in a year, only when we
went a-visitin’?
“Then she poured out tho coffoo and
lifted the cover of the sugar bowl, ask
ing as she did so, ‘How many spoons,
Jimmy?’
“Then sho struck something that
wasn’t sugar. She picked up the bowl
and peered into it. fAhn, Master
Jimmy, playin’ your old tricks on your
mammy, eh? Well, boys will be boys?
“Then she gasped for breath. She
saw it was money. She looked at me,
then at father, and then with trembling
fingers drew tho great roll of bills out.
“Ila! ha! ha! I can seo father now
as ho stood there then on tiptoe, with
his knife in one hand, fork in the other
and his eyes fairly bulging out of his
head. But it was too much for mother.
She raised hor eyes to heaven and said
slowly, ’Put your trust in the Lord for
he will provide?
“Then she fainted away. Well, John,
there’s not much more to tell. We throw
water in her face and brought her to,
and then wo demolished that dinner,
mother all the time saying, ‘My boy
Jimmy! My boy Jimmy!’
“I stayed home a month. I fixed up
tho place, paid off all debts, had a
good time and came back again to New
York. lam going to send SSO home
every week. I tell you, John, it’s
mighty nice to have a home.’’
John was looking steadily at the
head of his cane. When he spoke he
took Jim by the hand and said: “Jim,
old friend, what you have told me has
affected me greatly. I haven’t heard
from my homo way up in Maine for ton
years. I’m going homo tomorrow.—
i Mail and Express.
A Precious Bit of Paper.
“All the money you ever handled
couldn’t buy that little piece of paper.”
With that ho handed me a manifold
soiled scrap on which I could at first
see nothing. At length I deciphered in
rude, disputed letters tho two words,
“Dear Papa.” He had discoverel it in
the playhouse of his little daughter who
died only a few days ago. Home time
when in the mi I t of her play, her little
heart had turned toward him, she
had scrawled th'se two words--and
then, having borne testimony of her
lovo, threw tho paper away.—[Augusta
(Go.) News.*
Hhowers of grayish and reddish dust
off th'i Adricsn.,
.V
I’EARLS OF THOUGHT.
There is not a moment without somo
duty.
Tho woman who docs not lovo to bo
praised is lost.
Make children lovo you if you wish
them to obey you.
Every day brings with it somo op
portunity to do good.
Conscience is at most times n very
faithful and prudent admonitor.
Affect not little shift and subterfuges
to avoid tho force of an argument.
Os all thieves fools are tho worst;
they rob you of time and patience.
Industry has annex id thereto tho
fairest fruits and tho richest rewards.
We carry all our neighbors’ crimes in
sight and throw all our own over our
shoulders.
We can forgive freely, if we want to,
but tho will to forget is not so much at
our disposal.
It was a very proper answer to hitn
who asked why any man should bs de
lighted with beauty, that it was a ques
tion that none but a blind man should
ask.
lie never was so good as he should be,
that doth not strive to be better than he
is; he never will bo better than he is,
that doth not fear to be worse than ho
was.
Ono of the best rules in conversation
is never to say a thing which any of tho
company can reasonably wish wo had
rather left unsaid ; nor can there be any
thing more contrary to the ends for
which people meet together than to
part unsatisfied with each other or
themselves.
A Floating Theatre.
A St. Louis party is having a novel
craft constructed at a Jeffereo iville
(Ind.) shipyard. It is to be a floating
theatre, and will cost about $50,000.
The boat is to be built in the shape of a
bouse, with a flat bottom, and is to be
finished up in magnificent style, with
an elegant stage, boxes, and all the be
longings of a first-class theatre. It is
the intention of tho proprietor to float
his theatre all along the Ohio and Mis
sissippi rivers, and to give first-class dra
matic and musical entertainments at the
ports in various cities during the sum
mer months, when all the theatres are
closed. It is generally cool of summer
evenings on the river, and the proprie
tor of this scheme thinks he will be able
to make a good thing out of it. Tho
craft will be 175 feet long and 45 feet
wide, and will have seating capacity of
about 800. —[Baltimore Sun.
Italy’s Army and Navy.
Summing up, says a Romo letter, tho
Italian forces consist of 17,800 officers
and 870,000 mon belonging to tho
standing army; 2,910 officers and 278,-
814 men belonging to the inilizia mobile,
besides 17,120 men belonging to the
Sardinian island; than, 5,393 officer J
and 1,400 838 men belonging to the
milizia territoriale, or a grand total of
32,248 officers and 2,475, Tho
naval forces comprise 18 mcn-of-war
of the first class, 10 of the second, 25 of
the third; 18 torpedo boats of the first
class, 23 of the second, 47 of tho third;
altogether, with an adequate number of
transport ships. 985 ships, of which,
however, about 50 arc not yet ready
for action.
Flat-Headed Indians.
The custom of fl.tteniug the heads by
pressure was about universal among the
Puget Sound Indian*. It was done in
infancy with a hat made of cedar bark,
beaten, pressei steadily on tho fore
head. It has been so often de-cribed
by numerous writers that no further de
scription is here necessary. School
teachers here hava been unable to seo
any difference b tween tho intellect of
those whose heads have thus been flat
tened and thoro which arc natural.
Boruf of the Indians, h wcver, heihvj
thtJFii In. c«u*t,d numerous . headaches
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The Nepauleso.
IT a passed through several mountain
villages, and saw new races of men,
writes Carter Harrison from India, to
tho Chicago Mail. Bright, active Ne
paulese, men and women. Sturdy,
dirty, Bhootas, men nnd women car
rying great loads on their
backs, suspended by a band
over their foreheal; their cheek
bones as high as nn American Indian’s
and their faces of the same hue if the
Indian’s copper were only added. The
women had their foreheads and cheeks
stained as if with pig’s blood. In
their cars were huge drops, studded
with turquoi«o. Around their necks
were all their wealth in silver, corals,
and jew rls---bracelets covered their
arms and silver nnklets ran around tho
ankle; stuck upon one side of tho noso
were ornaments like j wcled buttons.
These were nearly all dirty, but many
of them decidedly handsome. AU
were good nntur d and had mouths of
pearly teeth. These are tho doers of
hard work, nnd camo from Bhootan,
up against Thibet. These wero Lep
checs, the old inhabitants of these
hills—very active nnd lazy. They quit
tho land ns cultivntion approaches,
preferring jungle frtii‘, roots and ber
ries to tho produce of industry. Those
people of different tribes become easily
distinguishable, and commend them
selves to the traveler’s favor by the bravo
freedom of their eyes, and tho entire
absence of the slavish scivility which so
charncteriz.es tho people of tho plains.
The Fate of Old Bottles.
What does nnybo !y want of old bot
tles? Most pe pie have a vague idea
that old bottles, if used at all, go back
to the glasstnelter’a pct like old iron,
but they don’t. The old bottles go
right around in th: cjurso of time
to the gentlemen who are compounding
stewed raisin juice, salicylic acid and
legwood extract in tho cellars of Pearl
street. The obi bottle business de
pends almost entirely on the manufac
tured wine trade, and you can£geta
pretty good idea < f the ext mt of one by
the size of tho other. It would sur
prise most persons to know that some
thing like 10,000 bottles nro tilled with
strange nnd spurious compounds and
sent out for pure imported wine in
New York every week, but that is tho
case, nevertheless. The thing is sus
ceptible of proof when you see bottles
labelled “Barton nnd Gucstier Bord
eaux,” “St. Julien,” “M doc” and
“Chateau Margaux” lying side by side
in the same bin, and you know they
will all go to tho same cellar and all
come back empty, each with a different
label on it. Foreign wine labels are
easily come by in New York.—[Com
mercial A ivertiser.
A Farmer's Expedient.
A Maine sheriff, who was rather under
sized, w.-.s given a writ of arrest against
an Aroostook farmer. Hiving found
the owner of the farm in the fielC,
he explained hi» badness, when ho was
requited to read his writ, which com
menced as usual: “You ure hereby
commanded without delay to take
tho body of,” etc. “AH right,’’ says
the prisoner, stretching himself back on
the grass, “I’m jreauy." “Oh, but
you don’t expect mo to carry you?"
“C.rtainly, you must take my body,
you know!” “Will you wait until I
brin" a team?” “Can’t promise. I
may rccovr from my fatigue Ly that
time.” “Weil, what must I do?” “Y’ou
must lo your duty.” And there he lay
immovable until the sheriff left, when
he left also. Did he resist arrest?—
[Lewiston Journal.
The Iron Duke,
The Duke of Wellington was an ar
dent sport,man and a good shot, and to
fire at game beforj it got fairly away
meant forfeiting his friendship. An
aristocratic Frenchman was included iu
one of his hunting parties, nnd ju,t af
ter starting ho downed a woodcock
betor :t hid barely risen over tho Ka is
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