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Till; SEMI-WEEKLY SUMTER REPUBLICAN ESTABLISHED IIV 1854, Bv CM AS. W, HANCOCK. VOL. 18. The Sumter Republican. Semi-Weekly, One Year - - • $4 00 W belt, One Year - - - - - 2.00 in Advance.^ All advertisements eminating from public flices will be charged for in accordance with an act passed by the late General Assembly of Georgia—7s cents per hundred words for each of the first four insertions, and 33 cents for each subsequent insertion. Fractional parts of one hundred are considered one hundred words; each figure and initial, with date and signature, is counted as a word. The cash must accompany the copy of each advertisement, unless different arrange ments have been made. Advertisings Kates. One Square first insertion, - - - - 51.00 Each subsequent insertion, - - - - 50 Lines of Minion, type solid con stitute a square. All advertisements not contracted for will be charged above rates. Advertisements not specifying the length of time for which they are to he inserted will be continued until ordered out and charged for accordingly. Advertisements tooccupy fixed places will be charged 25 per cent, above regular rates Notices in local column inserted for ten cent per hue eacli insertion. Charles F. Crisp, A i tornett at AM UK 1C US, GA. declfitf B. P HOLLIS Attorney at Law* AMERICUS, GA. Office, Forsyth Street, in National Bank building. dec2otf E. G. SIMMONS, - Attorney at AMERICUS GA., Office in Hawkins’ building, south side of Lamar Street, in the old office of Fort & Simmons. janGtf .1. A. ANSLKY, ATTORNEY AT LAW AND SOLICITOR IN EQUITY, Office on Public Square, Over Gyles’ Clothing Store, Ameiiicus, Ga. After a brief respite I return again to the practice of law. As in the past it will be my earnest purpose to represent my clients faithfully and look to their interests. The commercial practice will receive close atten tion and remittances promptly made. The Equity practice, and cases involving titles of land and real estate are my favorites. Will practice ill the Courts of Southwest Georgia, the Supreme Court and the United States Courts. Thankful to my friends for their patronage. Fees moderate. novlltf CARD. I offer my professional services again to the good people of Americus. After thirty years’ of medical service, I have found It iliffieult to withdraw entirely. Office next door to Ur. Eldridge’s drugstore, on the Square janl7tf It. C. BLACK, M. D. Dr. D. P. HOLLOWAY, DentisT, Americus, - Georgia Treatssuccessfully all diseases of the Den tal organs. Fills teeth by the improved method, and inserts artificial teetli on the best material known to the profession. t3F"OFFICE over Davenport and Son’s Drug Store. marllt Commercial Bar. This well-established house will he kept in the same first-class style that has always characterized it. The Choicest Liquor and Cigars, Milwaukee, Budweiser and Aurora Beer, constantly on hand, and all the best brands of fine Brandies, Wines, &c. Good Billiard Tables for the accommodation of customers, mayfitf JOHN W. COTNEY, Clerk. Commercial Hotel, G. M. HAY, Proprietor. This popular House is quite new and handsomely furnished with new furniture, bedding and all other articles. It is in the centre of the business portion of the city, convenient to depot, the banks, warehouses, Ac., and enjoys a fine reputation, second to none, among its permanent and transient guests, on account of the excellence of its cuisine. Table Boarders Accommodated on Reasonable Terms. may9-tf G. M. HAY, Proprietor. MEAT MARKET AND Provision Store W. H. & T. M. COBB Having purchased from HARE & COBB, the Meat Market and Provision Store, on COTTON AVENUE, Keep on hand the VERY BEST CUTS of BEEF, PORK, KID AND SAUSAGE, AND ALSO A FULL LINE OF GREEN GROCERIES Provisions, Etc., embracing all kinds of Vegetables and Fruits in their season, Canned Goods, etc. It is their aim to keep a first-class establish ment, and give their customers good goods at the lowest prices. Highest price paid for CATTLE, HOGS, and ail kinds of COUNTRY PRODUCE. Americus, Ga., Dec. 16,1882. tf Chlorinated Seine, solution Chlori nated Soda, Darby’s Fluid and other disinfectants, for use in sick rooms and for other uses. Dr. Eldridge’s Drug Store. | 'DAIiiSYS PROPHYLACTIC FLUID. A Household Article for Universal Family Use. BMSaHHBMnfIiFor Scarlet and 1 Eradicates j malaria. SMHhB Fox, Measles, and all Contagious Diseases. Persons waiting on the Sick should use it freely. Scarlet Fever has never been known to spread where the Fluid was used. Yellow Fever has boon cured with it after black vomit had taken place. The worst cases of Diphtheria yield to it. Fevered and Sick Per- j SMALL-FOX Rons refreshed and and Bed Sores prevent- FITTING of Small ® d ' jy bathing with ■ I> ox PREVENTED Darbys Flutd. . , . . Impure Air made ! A member of my fam harmless and purified. ,' vns ta ] cen For Sore Throat it is a ‘2, 1 . 1 ., P°. x ‘ I used the sure cure Fluid; the patient was Contagion destroyed. : "? l d , gliri ™ s . was not For Frosted l oot, ,P' ancl ’ “hmn Chilblains, Piles, the house again in three Chafing*, etc. i ' vc f ;5 > 3n t d ? °‘hers Rheumatism cured, j lt - ~J- • Park- Soft WldteComplex- I iksok, Philadelphia. ions secured by its use. EHBSBHBHBHHH Ship Fever prevented, gj To purify the Breath, H DlttTl+TlPria. B Cleanse tlio Teeth, H I it can’t be surpassed. Bfl -a , . H Catarrh relieved and | FreVOllted. B I The Physicians here FTI firv‘ 1 I usc Darbys Fluid very j successfully in the treat- j ment of Diphtheria. Scur\y cured. A. Stom.hnwerck, A o n r A C^ fo &! A,a - Stings, etc. Tetter dried up. I used the Fluid during Cholera prevented, our present affliction with Ulcers purified and SGarlct Fever with de- healed, cidcd advantage. It is In cases of Death it indispensable to the sick- should be used about room. Wm. F. Sand- the corpse —it will ford, Eyrie 41a. prevent any unpleas k“ The eminent Pliy- I Scarlet Fever § S’i’K I* ~ . B York, says: “I am II Cured. B con vince<fProf. Darbys H gj Prophylactic Fluid is a valuable disinfectant.” Vanderbilt University, Nashville, Tenn. 1 testify to the most excellent qualities of Prof. Darbys Prophylactic Fluid. Asa disinfectant and oetergent it is both theoretically and practically superior to any preparation with which I am ac quainted.— N. T. Lupton, Prof. Chemistry. Darbys Fluid is Recommended by Hott. Alrxandf.h H. Stei*hf.ns, of Georgia ■ Rev. Chas. F. Deems, D.D., Church Sf the Strangers, N. Y.; Jos. LeConte,Columbia, Prof.,University,S.C. yi V " J’ Prof., Mercer University; Kcv. Guo. Pierce, Bishop M. E. Church. INDISPENSABLE TO EVERY IIOIIE. 1 cr.cctly harmless. Used internally or externally for Man or Beast. Ine Fluid has been thoroughly tested, and we have abundant evidence that it has done everything here claimed. Fn- Hiller information get of your Druggist a pamph.et or send to the proprietors, J FT. ZEIUN * CO.. nj..n::f.ir! . h,-.:s*.-, PHILADELPHIA. The Bad and .Worthless are never imitated or counterfeited. This is especially true of a family medicine, and it is positive proof that the remedy imi tated is of the highest value. As soon as it had been tested and proved by the whole world that Ilop Hitters was the purest, best and most valuable family medicine on earth many imitations sprung up and began to steal the notices in which the press and people of the country had expressed the merits of 11. 8., and in every way trying to induce suffering invalids to use their stuff instead, expecting to make money on the credit and good name of IL. B. Many others started nostrums put up in similar style t:> 11. 8., with variously devised names in which the word “Hop” or “Hops” were used in a way to induce people to believe they were the same as Hop Bitters. All such pretended remedies or cures, no mat ter what their style or name is, and especi ally those with the word “Hop” or “Hops” in their name or in any way connected with them or their name, are imitations or counterfeits, Beware of them. Touch none of them. Use nothing but genuine Hop Bitters, with a bunch or cluster of green Hopson the white label, Trust;noth ing else. Druggists and dealers are warned against dealing in imitations or counterfeits. mayi7-lm &ITtK S There has never been an instance in which this sterling invigorant and anti-febrile medicine lias failed to ward off the com plaint, when taken duly as a protection against malaria. Hundreds of physicians have abandoned all the officinal specifics, and now prescribe this harmless vegetable tonic for chills and fever, as well as dpspep sia and nervous affections. Hostetter’s Bit ters Is tlie specific you need. For sale by all Druggists and Dealers generally. Georgia FOUTZ’S HORSE AND CATTLE POWDERS No Horse will (lie of COLIO, Rots or Liiiio Fe tbb. If Foutz-s Powders are used in time. FouL'/s Jowders will cure and prevent llogCiiolzr a. Foutz s I owders will prevent Gaprs in Fowls. I'outz s I owders will increase the quantity of milk and cream twenty per cent., and make the butter firm and sweet. Foutz’s Powders will cure or prevent almost every Disease to which Horses and Cattle are subject. Foutz s Powders will give Satisfaction. Sold everywhere. DAVID IP. FOUTZ, Proprietor. L GEORGE ANDREWS, BOOT Ml) SHOE MAKER, At liis shop in the rear of J. Waxelbaum & Co.’s store, adjoining the livery stables, on Lamar St., invites the public to give him their work. He can make and repair all work at short notice. Is sober and always on hand to await on customers. Work guaranteed to be honest and good. apr!4-tf INDEPENDENT IN POLITICS, AND DEVOTED TO NEWS, LITERATURE, SCIENCE AND GENERAL PROGRESS, AMERICUS, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, MAY 30, 1883. VtVV/t' \Y\ . CONFESSION OF A DUDE, X winder what there Is in me That makes folks smile as I go by, My air is good, my clothes fit well; They cannot think I am a guy, And yet they smile. How very rude! I may have faults; but I’m a Dude. They are not Dudes themselves. Ah, there The trouble is. We Dudes are horn; Wo stir the envy of the throng, To which, thank Heav’n we don’t belong, Not of the vulgar multitude Are we. Who would not be a Dude? It is my comfort and my pride To know that what I am I am, And what we are—what are we Anyhow? By Jove, I’d have to cram To learn; and learning’s not my mood, Who learns can never be a Dude. I know I have no brains— They must be very hard to get— And brains would never, never take In our select, exclusive set, We care tor better things, imbued With all that glorifies the Dude. The german I can lead; I bang My hair; I wear my trousers tight; I dote on Ohambertin; I hate To read or think: 1 pass (lie night At clubs; in short, I love the nude, Though art is not the dudest Dude. To he a Dude is my whole aim, A Dude is chic, is nobby swell, To feel that life’s a dreadful bore, Creation’s self an awful sell, The sweetest thing, from our point view’d, Is to recede from man to Dude. Some Sound Advice. ABOUT BOYS WHO DRINK AND THE GIRLS THEY MARRY. Peck’s Sun. A mother who resides in a small city at the North writes to know if the editor of this paper can’t say something that will induce her daughter to quit keeping company with a young man who gets drunk every time he takes the girl to a party. If a mother can not say anything that will induce her daughter to give up an escort who in sults her, a poor, weak newspaper can not do any good. The girl has got fever too bad, if she will not break off an engagement with such a young man. The girl should look about her and make inquiries and see if she can find a case in the experience of her friends where such a young man ever made a decent husband. She will find such a ease. The mere fact of a young man taking a girl to a party or a sleigh ride and getting drunk and humiliating her, and causing her to depend upon others for her escort home, is one evi dence that he has no respect for her, and she should break off her engage ment and cut him entirely. If she puts up with such insults now bafore she is married, when she is his wife he will be liable to leave her to look out for herself, and he will get drunk from habit. Twenty years ago there were hundreds of y oung fellows in this State who thought it was smart to take re respectable girls to dances and get drunk, and let the girls ride home with somebody who kept sober. The girls would be vexed at the time, but as the boys were rich, and went in good so ciety, the girls got to looking upon the sprees as good jokes, and they would laugh about it. We know some of those girls to-day who are earning a living for several little children by hard work, while the smart fellowß that got drank have filled drunkard’s graves, or have left their wives and are wanderers on the face of the earth. If a young man loves a gill as he shonld love her to marry hei, a look of disap probation from her of any act of his will be enough to break him of any habit that he has that she does not like. If the words: “Please don’t drink, Charley,” from the lips of Char ley’s girl, a.e not enough to spoil his appetite for benzine, “Farewell Char lie, forever,” should be the next and last remark she should evet make to him. Marrying a man to reform him has never been a successful enterprise on the part of woman. Girls are worth toe much unmarried to sacrifice their lives to beat sense into the head of any man on God’s foot-stool. Too many girls take the chances of marrying a young man who has an uncontrolable appetite for liquor, thinking that the surroundings of a home will wean him. Such a man does not wean as easy as a calf. He will go home only to sober up, and then not till the other places are closed. Five years of such a mar ried life will make a middle-aged wo man out of the handsomest, sweetest dispositioned girl that a mother was ever proud of. A girl will marry such a pian hoping that next year he will be better, but next year he will be worse. The nose will get red, the eyes bleared, the clothes carelessly worn, and the wife who would have been such a proud and happy iuotheu; With a husband that had sense, becomes ashamed to look at herself in the glass, and had almost rather havo a fit of sickness than be visited by any of her friends for fear her husband will give them all away. Whiskey may be right in its place, and we hope it is, but the place for it is not iu the stomach of a young man who contemplates matri mony, and the girl who takes such a man for life, for fear the young men will all be gone makes a foolishness of herself, and will regret it as long as she lives. There are sure to be sober boys enough for all the girls, and there is no need of marrying a drunkard, and the girl who does bo, against the advice of her mother, will deserve the unhap piness she marries. Ayer’s Sarsaparilla has such con centrated curative power, that it is bv far the best, cheapest, and surest blood-purifier known. Memory Bells—A Soliloquy. EY NELLIE. From the Baltimorean. Memory bells! How sweet and clear, yet sadly, too, they chime within my heart to-day, swelling, rising, falling, as memories of by-gone days are brought back to me, by these old let ters which Lave lain undisturbed with in the closed lid of my desk for many, many years. My name is Grace— Grace Everett—and this is my birth day. Sixty-one to-day, and I have entered on the second decade of the last half of the centuTy. How like my life has been this April day! Sunshine and clouds, deepening into misty rain, like tailing tears, and now at eventide the west is all aglow with amber light, and the night which comes is fresh and fair and sweet. Even so as my life draws near its close, the sunshine of my Father’s love falls over me, and when the night of death shall come, as seon it must, it will seem to me as fair. An “old maid,” they call me—a happy old maid, too. Well, Ido not dispute it, for though I have not what once I thought could only constitute happiness, yet, I am at peace, and— not -unhappy. Looking back upon my life, I can say, it is well. Rut those old days of long ago: how bright they were: how full of joy and mirth, and these letters tell something of the story. Here is a little packet from Bessie Sherwood, written from the Western town to which her hus band took her. What a rattling mad cap that girl was, to be sure—the lead er in all our frolics, and many a prank have we played together. But she sobered soon enough after her marriage; and poor Bessie, with her tender, loving heart, now lies sleeping ihe dreamless slumber that knows no waking, far from her old home. Here is her pic ture, given me just before she left us. How pretty she was, with her curly hair cropped short like a boy’s, and her blue eyes filled with dancing light. Tom has married again, but he has never come back to his native place since he left it with sweet Bessie as his bride. And here are some love letters to “My dearest Grace,” and signed “Charlie.” “Bonnie Prince Charlie,” we used to call him, for he seemed both in those days, or, so we thought. How well I liked him, and do yet; and how he used to vow undying love for me, but I never believed him. He was such a flirt, attracted by every new face, especially dark beauties, for Charlie was as fair as myself, sol only laughed at his protestations, thongh 1 often wondered how much he meant in earnest. He used to say, with such a serious manner, yet with such a laugh ing light in his blue eyes, that he loved but me, and if I would be kind to him, he would be true to me only; and often lectured him, too, on his propen sity, he generally came back to make love to me between each new flirtation. Dear Charlie, he is married now, and happy, 1 trust, with his dark haired wife. 1 met him only last week —a tall, portly old gentleman, and he greeted me with the genial manner and courtly grace of long ago, and seemed as glad to see me as in days of old. “Bonnie Prince Charlie,” who could help liking him—so kind, so generous, so affectionate. But true! Well, let us hope so, and the bells within my heart sing with sweet melody as I lay aside this packet. Louie’s—a school girl’s unformed hand penned these lines, for she entered the seminary the year I left it. Happy Louie. Love of parents, husband, chil dren and friends, have all combined to render her life as nearly perfect as ’tie possible for human to be, and right well have they succeeded. Love letters again, and these prom ises were true, for Robert has never married; he has been true to me all these years, and even yet says “Grace,” with a tenderness in her voice. Such a good friend as he has been; but I could not love him, though once I tried; bnt love comes “unsought, unsent,” and it could not he. And these are Will’s—bright, care less, happy-go-lucky 'Will, and the I bells chime sadly and low, as memory brings back with vividness the scenes in which he was the central figure. He was my love, too, for I was pretty and attractive enough in those days to have many lovers. 1 can say it now with out vanity, when my face is old and wrinkled, and my hair is silver white. Will used to call me the prettiest girl in the Yale, but that was only love’s blindness. I loved him as I would a brother, and wept sorely when he bade me good-bye, and went to try his fort une in far-off California, A crowd of girls, and.l among them, went to see him off, but bis last look and word were for me, and he wore my picture on his breast, for I could not refuse it to him when he begged so earnestly, for it as a parting gift. He declared that I shonld yet his wife, it was twenty years to come. Poor boy! he went with a heart filled with bright hopes of future wealth and greatness, and in less than two Bhort years, he was laid low with tever, and ere hfe mother could reach his side, he was be yond all sound of her voice. They ( told me that my name was the last upon his lips, and the little picture, at his own request, was buried with him. Thak was more than forty years ago, bnt even now, I cannot think of bright, debonair Wild, with his large gray eyes and chestnut hair, without a sad ness of the heart and a tear for his untimely end. Ah! thes ate from Alice Blair, myi childhood’s playmate, and the friend of my old age. “Sweet Alice, with hair so brown.” She, too, is an “old maid,” for her lover was false as fair, and her heart was not one to know a second love. Her home is still in the lovely southland, where once was mine as well, and letters come occasionally laden with the scent of the magnolia blooms. And now the bells ring out with a bitter wailing sound, yet withal an un dertone of sweetness, for “ ’tis better to hare loved and lost, than never to have loved at all,” and oh! how well I loved him, my noble Harry! He wrote me these few letters during a brief absence on a business trip that one happy summer, which stands out alone from all the rest—the summer that crowned my life with love’s pure joy. How happy I was, and how bright and fair seemed all the world. From among these yellow papers, worn with handling, and stained with tear drops, there falls a faded flower— a purple.golden-eyed pansy—our flow er, and here at the top of this one is fastened another to the scented sheet, seemingly as fresh as when culled Irom the parent stem. How dearly we lov ed each other the story of the past can tell, and in all the dark days of trou ble and despair that came with the winter snow, chilling my heart, even as the biting frosts and winds blighted the summer buds and flowers, I never once doubted Harry’s love lor me. No, that was ever true and steadfast and mine! Even now my heart will beat faster at the sound ol his name, and my old wrinkled face will blush as in younger, fairer days. Loved him! I loved him with all the passionate strength of my nature; with the love that comes but once in life to my heart, and—l love him yet, The bitter pain, the unavailing regret, comeback as the memory bells chime softly, as though weighted with the tears of long ago. But why recall it? The past so sadly sweet. I was jealous, selfish and ex acting; he, proud and sensitive. The fault lav most with me, as did the suf fering. A careless jest taken in earn est—jealous, angry words on one side; and pride and wounded feeling on the other. So the end came and we part ed. I little thought forever. But so it proved. I waited, watched and hoped through weary days for his re turn, and the agony I endured, only God and my own heart ever knew. When I wrote, to ask the forgiveness for which I longed, my letter was re turned unopened. Harry had gone— none know whither, for he had no ties of home or kindred to bind him to the town. ‘‘l think he sailed to a far-off shore, For he came not hack tome.” Ah! me, and the tears tell like the early rain. These few letters, filled with loving, tender words, and the picture that rests still above my old heart, is all that I have left of my dream of love. Y'et, lam not unhap py—no, for God has been good to me. He has granted mo many blessings, in the love of those who make bright my last days by theii thoughtfulness for my comfort, and in the good that I am able to do for those around me. When my chair is vacant, and my head laid low beneath the grassy sod, some will miss and shed a tear of regret for the “old maid.” Ido not ask to go. I am content to wait my Father’s will, but the hour that gives me my release will be gladly welcomed, for beyond the river, I feel sure that my loved ones await my coming, and Harry will be the first to greet me. Although there is “neither marriage nor giving in marriage” in that heavenly country, there is love forevermore. A Slim Banquet. MR. SPOOPENDYKE FORGETS THAT IT is WASH DAY. From the Brooklyn Eagle. “Say, my dear,” whispered Mr. Spoopendyke. closing the door careful ly and approaching his wife with a broad grin on his visage. “Say, my dear Specklewottle’s down stairs in the parlor. He has come to take dinner with us!” “Great gracious!” exclaimed Mrs. Spoopendyke, dropping her work and bustling up to the glass to arrange her hair. “What did he come to-day for? Don’t he know it’s wash day?” “He came for dinner!” retorted Mr. Spoopendyke, turning pale around the lips. “What d’ye s’pose he came for, tobewashed? What’s wash day got to da with it? Think the man can be soaked in a tub and hung over a clothes line with a measly wooden pin astride the small of his back? Well, he didn’t he came for grub, and you want to hus tle around and get it pretty lively for him, or I’ll begin to serve up things myself before long!” “But.my dear!” remonstrated Mrs. Spoopendyke, “there’s nothing in the house! The clothes—” “Then serve up the clothes!” roared Mr. Spoopendyke, who had utterly for gotten the day of the week when he invited his friend, and now wanted his wife to get him out of the scrape some how, and at the same time not let him with Specklewottle. “Just put the clothes on a platter ana set ’em be fore him! You can explain to him that we only eat three times a week, like a dog in hot weather! That’ll satisfy him, so long as he has the clothes to eat!” “You don't imagine he would want to eat the clothes, do you?” aßked Mrs. Spoopendyke, innocently. “Just try him!” yelled Mr. Spoopen dyke, enraged at the idea of being ta ken literally. “Just try him and sling in some ot the natural grace you always put on at the table! ‘Mr. Specklewot tle, have some of this fricaseed petti coat?” and Mr. Spoopendyke held out the legs of his trousers as a woman holds her skirts and waltzed around the room. “Mr. Specklewottle, have a-little of this poached nightshirt. Now Mr. Specklewottle, do try one of these fried socks and a slice of the pillow sham! Dear Mr. Specklewottle, pray let me help you to a piece of this shirt collar and Ja pair of stuffed cuffs! I made them myself, and though they are not as good as—’ that’s the way to do it!” continued Mr. Spoopendyke, suddenly concluding his remarks with a war whoop, and presenting himself before his wife all out of breath. “Think ■ you’ve got that bill of fare all right? See your way clear to a successful din ner party now?” “There’s some cold shad down stairs, and I think there is a raw ham in the cellar,” ruminated Mrs. Spoopendyke, regarding her husband with a started look of inquiry, as if asking if he thought Specklewottle would mind the meat being raw and the fish a trifle cold. “I don’t think he has anything at home on Mondays except cabbage and beans. Or perhaps he may have doughnuts and pie,” she continued, hastily, seeing her husband swelling with a retort. “And I’m sure dough nuts and pie are good.” “That’s what ho wanted!” howled Mr. Spoopendyke. “Bring forth the shad that froze to death in the house of Spoopendyke! Develop the measly banquet and let joy be unconfined! Ain’t ye got any more sense than a bunghole? Think I’m going to bring the aristocracy here to fatten on dead fish and live hogs! How long are you going to let that man sit downstairs in a state of starvation? Where’s that roast of beef I brought home the other day?” “I think we ate that all up the day it came home,” sighed Mrs. Spoopen dyke. “Do you mean that roast with the queer little sticks in it?” “The same,” replied Mr. Spoopen dyke nerving himself for another ordeal. “Did we eat the sticks? Am Ito un derstand thatjthere is notone little dod gasted stick left of all that affluent lux uriousness? Lift the impenetrable veil of obscurity off the secluded bower of the shrinking sticks,” he yelled, as it dawned on him that Specklewottle was in the parlor waiting to be fed, and that the social problem was no nearer solution than when he started. “Let us unraveb the mystery that hangs like a pall over the fate of the unhappy sticks, that they may come forth and fructify Speckewottle,” and in the ex cess of his emotion Mr. Spoopendyke gasped for breath,and resting his hands on his knees, looked as if he were in viting his wife to a little game of leap frog. “There’s some lettuce in the house, and I bought some strawberries to-day, and I could cook the steak I had saved over for breakfast.” murmured Mrs. Spoopendyke, coming out triumphant ly in the end, woman like. “And I will put on my new wine colored satin, and we will give him a nice supper.” “Going to pnt that wine colored satin on the shad or the ham?” howl ed Mr. Spoopendyke, who had a man’s idea that a dinner is not a dinner until it’s roasted. “Think I brought that man here at f> o’clock in the afternoon to take breakfast? Got some kind of a notion that cold fish, ram ham, wormy lettuce, green strawberries, and a fried cow are going to satisfy the cravings of a man who has just a bet of a dinner on”—but here Mr. Spoopendyke stopped short. The last revelation was unintentional. “Was it a bet, dear?” asked Mrs. Spoopendyke, opening her eyes in as tonishment. “Did you bring Mr. Specklewottle home here on a bet? If I had known that and you had given me time, I would have bad a nice sup-1 per for you. I don’t suppose that he would care f,r a cold meal, under the circumstances. 1 really think”— “That settles it,” squealed Mr. Spoopendyke, mad at himself for what he had divulged, and angrier till as he saw that he must explain to Speck lewottle how he was fixed. “When you commence to think the free list i6 entirely suspended. Some day when I catch you thinking I’m going to drive a spiggot in your bead and adver tise science on tap; book science a dime extra; freeiunch from 11 to 1.” And with this prospectus Mr. Spoop esiyke dashed down stairs and ex plained to Mr. Specklewgttle that, owing to Mrs. Spookendyke having a severe headache, they had better post pone the dinner, or go to a restaurant. “I don’t care,” murmured Mrs. Spoopendyke, drawing a paper of can dies from an upper bureau drawer. “I don’t care. It must have been a very important thing they bet on, when cold shad warmed over, and a nice be fsteak isn’t good enough to pay it. Anyway, he’ll be glad of it for breakfast, and the next t'me he brings a man here to dinner, he’ll pick out some other day than Monday. Though I suppose that Mr. Specklewottle will go home and tell his wife that we don’t have any thing to eat here from i ne week’s end to the other. Anyhow, she owes me a call, and I hear that the dressmaker disappointed her all last week, so she won’t pay much attention to what he does say!” and Mrs. Spoopendyke went down to her supper of strawber ries and lettuce, while her husband took it out with Specklewottle in fillets of beef and yellow Cliquot, Anew way of paying old debts— With cash of course. FOUR DOLLARS PER ANNUM. NO. 71. MeetMeßy Moonlight ALONE 1 Dn’t 7n Dj M Much pleasanter looking people will be found at JOIN l SHAW'S, Who will assist you in making your selec tions from one ot the LABGESTAND BESTSELECTED STOCKS To in the city, OF Spring and Summer Dry Goods NOTIONS, FANCY GOODS, PARASOLS, UJftß R ELIj AS, Ladies’ Hats, PERFUMERI, Toilet Soaps. TIRTTISriKIS, CLOTHING, GENTS’ FURNISHING GOGHS, Boots and Shoes, Straw, Wool and Fur Hats, At prices Low than the Lowest. 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