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®ht .Ciavniinnli Svibunc. Pubiished bv the Tarroca Pnblishfax Co. J J. H. DEVEAUX. MxSiaaa > vol. in. 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 141.34 Per Annum; 75 cents /or Six Months; < 50 cents Th res Months; Single Copies ( 5 cents,-In Advancis. 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 u.. ■>— - NO. 34.