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% W* FLING AWAY OUR OOLD.
Ease, comfort, pleasures never bet to vain.
From starving, homeless ones our mite with
hold;
When sesd thus sown might whites all the
plain 1
We fling away our gold.
We send away our thoughts,
Half clothed and senseless, soft they speed
away;
When, like the gorgeous tapestry inwrought,
They might add lustra to each passing
day.
We tend away our thoughts.
We throw away our time.
That golden gift we never know to prise
•Till life’s high goal unreached, too weak to
The last few moments pass our closing
eyes,
We throw away our time.
We cast away our love—
We plant its flowers upon life’s shifting
sands—
We bend the tender blighted blooms above j
Watered by tears within our feeble hands—
We cast away our love.
—Lydia L. A. Very, in Salem Gazette.
RUINED BY HIS HAT.
;v BENJAMIN NORTHROP.
New York, March 1.
Dear Tom: I am a fool. No, lam
not. Yes, I am. Well, I’ll tell you all
about it, and you can judge for yourself.
You remember pretty May Spalding—
that dainty little blue-eyed, golden-haired
maiden who summered with the Vander
dusens at Newport last season? Well,
the has been with the St. Georges in
New York, and 1 am head over heels in
love with her. I have been buzzing
around her like a moth around a candle
ever since snow fell. 8o has that odious
Jenkins. You remember Jenkins? He
is the same disagreeable wretch he was
when you knew him—rich and good
looking, so some foolish women think,
though to save my life I cannot see where
it comes in. The St. Georges gave a
party last week. She was there and so
was I. So also was that miserable
Jenkins. Some people never do know
enough to stay away from where they
are not wanted. About 10 o'clock I
asked Miss Spalding to walk with me
into the conservatory. There we found
a rustic seat in the shade of a big cactus
plant and sat down. After a few minutes
of embarrassing silence I sighed melt-
mgly.
“Why do you sigh?” she asked.
“Don’t you know?” I replied, mean
ingly.
the thought a moment and then re
plied; “Yes, I think I do.”
My heart gave a great bound directly
into my throat. She had noticed my
lovel My devotion had touched her
heart and now I was to receive my re
ward!
“It was that chicken salad,” she an
swered, in a heartless, cold blooded tone
of voice. “Chicken salad is the worst
thing you can possibly eat be.'ore retiring,
and I saw you last evening eat four
dishes.”
“Only three,” I interruped; “but,Miss
May ” 1 added, appealingly, “it isn't the
salad that makes me sigh.”
“No?” she replied, in that same hard
tone that reminded me most forcibly at
this unhappy moment of tho silver-plated
head of the screw wliich the undertaker
makes fast in the casket just at the close
of the funeral ceremony. “Then it must
have been tho cream. Salad and cream
never go well together.”
“Don’t be cruel,” I exclaimed, “don’t
make sport of me, I beg you. ludeed, it
was not anything I have eaten.”
“No? Then you must have drank some
thing that didn’t agree with you. ltcally,
Mr. Bronson, you should be more careful
of yourself. Your are far from strong, you
know.”
“Miss May,” I cried with deep emo
tion, “it wasn’t the tea, the ice water,
the salad, nor yet the biscuits, the cream,
the cakes, nor even was that sigh
brought out by the coffee. Oh, Miss
May, can’t you guess what it is that gives
me such pain?”
“I am not good at conundrums,”
replied Miss Spalding in a way
that really did more to. derange my
billiary system than if I had eaten all there
was on the table the previous evening at
a single mouthful. I arose in mute and
touching expostulation.
“Speaking of conundrums,” she ob
served, iu the same wintry tone, “can
you tell me what time it is, and where
Mr. Jenkins is? He promised to call for
me here in ten minutes. It seems to me”
—here she placed a marked accent upon
the “me”—“that I have been here at
least an hour and a half.”
Then she rose to go. I put out my
hand to detain her—as well might I, in
my love-lorn folly, have tried to stop Ni
agara with a tennis racquet—but just as
my luck would have it, one of those in
fernal cacti:s thorns mauaged, in the
dark, to run itself half way through my
palm.
“Deuce take it!” I exclaimed, before I
realized the strength of my language.
“Mr. Bronson!” she remarked, sofrig
that the poor, unoffending cactus
as with a chill. “Mr. Bronson!
•will you be kind enough to stand aside
m that I may find Mr. Jenkins?”
I followed her instructions without
ven whispering of theii injustice, and she
sailed into the brilliancy of the ball room,
growing nr-re radiantly'beantiful at every
step. The door swung back to place
leaving me alone in the shadow to nurse
my physical suffering and mental agony.
A moment later, before I had time to de
termine whether life was worth living,
even for the rest of the evening, and
as I was about contemplating impaling
myself on another of those muraerous
thorns, the door opened and closed again.
Although my back was turned to it I
heard footsteps which I recognized as
hers.
She had cone back, relentingly, full
of sweet | enitence to ask my pardon!
Would I be backward in giving it?
That is cot my nature. Almo-t before
turning around my arms were extended
their full w.dth and I made a plunge
through the g’oom toward the location
where I fancied she stood.
“I lorgiveyou freely—most freely, my
dearest May," I ejaculated in a single
breath which had not spent itself before
my arms hud closed, just a little ten
derly, perhaps, around the figure I was
addressing.
“Your pardon is granted," responded
a de p bars voice ending in a little ag
gravating, snorting laugh. I always
neve ha ed a man who snorted us he
laughed, uud since that night 1 never
hear a laugh of that tort without having
red bunded murder in uijr aoul. After
Die last snort the laugh-owner, who had
duriug thia short period of silence been
ktiuggliug to esea|>e ray clasp, which hi
wh ked deception ha*/ glen, t< iiipora
rlly, the strength and fixedness of a Use
gasped, he eaklt “Hut please don't
crush my shirt bosom "
it is well that the contemptible Jen-
GEORGIA HOME JOURNAL; GREENESBORO. FRIDAY. AUGUST 13.1886.—EIGHT PAGES.
kins, who was my latest tormeator, had
managed to nseke his escape by wiggling
from between my arms snakily, as fitted
his nature, and had rushed frantically
from the room as if he had been having
an interview with a dangerous maniac.
I don’t know, old man, why I didn’t
kill him right there. I could have done
it just as easy. And I don’t think I
shall ever have a better chance than then.
My heart is set on gore—Jenkins's gore—
and I’ll not be cheated out of my revenge
this time—not L
Now you know the whole story. An
swer my question. Am I, or am I not
Your devoted friend,
Harrt Bronson.
No. H.
March 7, 1886.
Dear Old Tom : It was awfully good
of you to say that I am not quite a fool,
but wait until you read this. Did you
ever hear of such frightful luck as I gen
erally have? I left my office in Park
Row yesterday about 2 o'clock. At
Bleecker street I met some friends and
we stopped on the comer. Here I gave
an exhib tion of my luck that would
make a less sensible man take poison and
die in agony and a bow-knot in the mid
dle of the floor just as soon as not.
A gust of wind on its way uptown
from the Battery—harmless, spotive, in
nocent gust of wind, that had gone two
miies and never touched a hat—swooped
down on my new tile and sent it rolling
up the street like a college foot ball on a
most disgraceful bender. There is no
use in prolonging the description. The
faster I ran the faster the hat rolled
through the mud between blockades of
street cars and drays,through the crowds
on the pavement a block or so down a
muddy gutter. Finally taking an off
shoot it came to a stop in a pool of water
on a side street. Two minutes later eight
policemen a <1 several thousand citizens
rushed down the thoroughfare and sur
rounded me and my hat as if we had been
malefactors of more than ordinary promi
nence. After running behind an excited
and muddy man several blocks, followed
by the population of five or six wards, it
is not witnin a policema's nature to re
sist making an arrest, and if I had not
submitted to this outrage with a meek
ness that Moses would have kicked at, I
am sure I would have been clubbed into
the bargain. Here my same luck put its
foot in its mouth as usual. After pass
ing through a dozen streets or so, fol
lowed by the same pestilential gang of
idlers, we reached the station house
where the Sergeant promptly dicharged
me. After waitrng until the crowd
faded out of sight, I rushed to a hat store
next door--a cheap, antique store—l
bought the only hat in it that fitted me.
It looked like a very small and inverted
tin pail on top of a very large and wide
spread umbrella, only the edges turned
up in a roll. If I had worn my trousers
in my boots and looke 1 throughly wicked
I could have passed for a cowboy even
under the experienced gaze of the most i
expert desperado yet unhanged.
in my excitement I failed to notice my
peculiar appearance, but I thought I was j
exercising sagacity beyond my usual wont !
in choosing an unfrequented thoroughfare 1
to finish my walk, for I did not fancy
provoking the curiosity of street car
riders, and Broadway with its crowds
seemed unbearable, and there wasn’t a
cab in sight. Here is where my luck
jumped on me again. Before I had gone
two Dlccks, whom should I meet but May
Spalding and Miss St. George, who had 1
been evidently indulging in a little inno
cent daylight slumming excursion. They ;
did not see me until I wus close to them,
when, actuated solely by impulse, I tried
to raise my newly acquired roof from my \
head. At this moment Miss Spalding
saw me and gave a scream that chilled
whas blood was not already frozen within
my person. Remembering my hat when
it was, alas! too late, I fled Irom the spot
like a guilty thing. A few doors in ad
vance of whero I stiod when I started in
my mad chase to escape from my Nemesis
was another hat store. Into this I dashed.
Five minutes later I re-entered civiliza
tion, the dust brushed from my clothis,
the mud scraped from my boots, and my
head adorned with the glossiest of stylish
tiles.
I hastened back to where I had fright
ened my heart’s true love, but they were
gone.
Half an hour later I saw them again
seated on a bench in Union square,listen
ing with apparent interest to a man
bended over them with his back toward
me. As I approached them without at
tracting their attention, I was enabled,
with or without my consent, to overhear
their conversation.
“Whatever do you suppose we have
just passed through?” inquired Miss
Spalding of her companion. “A most
horrible looking man met us near Wash
ington Square a few minutes ago and was
about to insult us, I know, when I
screamed and he ran away.”
“The wretch,” responded the man.
“What sort of a looking man was he?”
“He wore a light suit of clothes, a
very broad-brimmed hat, and when he
got a block or two up the street he
dodged into a store. Then we hurried
up here where y>u found us as fast as
we could come.”
“I think I can throw a little light upon
the identity of this miscreant,” replied
the man in a voice which I half recog
nized. “I saw him rush into this store
from the centre of the square. He was
that Idiotic Bronson. I have no idea
why he should try a trick like that un
less' because it occurred to his feeble
mind that it might be smart or amusing.
I never have heard of his insulting any
ladies before, though. But I am not
surprised at anything this imbecile might
do. I understand,” he continued, with a
malice purely Satanic, “that his friends
have been contemplating forborne time
past putting him in a retreat for weak
minded persons.”
At this moment, patience bring no
longer either virtuous or nerdful, I pre
sented myself before my accuser and two
listeners.
There were two feminine screams as
the ladies rose simultaneously from the
bench and clutched, with every symp
tom of uncontrollable fear, the arms of
their self-installed protector.
“Good afternoon, ladies,” I observed
as calmly as possible.
“Never mind your apologies, fellow,”
responded this absolutely depraved
wretch of a Jenkins—for such he turned
out to be—“l will have my footman at
tend to you later on.”
With tins rebuff, so stingingly applied,
the trio wheeled into line and' marched
up the walk toward Broadway. What
was there left for me to do! I couldn’t
spatter these ladies with his gore. Even
I had sense enough with all my conflict
ing emotions, which quite overpowered
me, to see that. Bo I left them. If you
receive a telegram any moment from ‘mo
sent from the Tombs and headlined,
“Murderers' How,” you may know that
I have done my duty.
Yours, devotedly, until sueh time us 1
am the Bhariff'e, and his till death.
11. Umomoom.
NO. IH.
Ns w Yomk, March 31, HM,
Mr Dean Tuousa: The tear he wetted
extract from the morning paper relates
the story of its own tragedy:
Married: Jenkins-Spalding. On March 18,
Horatio Jenkins to May Spalding. No cards
Yours, despairingly, Bronson.
P. B.—l am experimenting in charcoal
as a means of suicide. If I find that it
entails too much patience, and if I verify
the rumor that its use would cause my
face to turn black—too black to be rec
ognized by her for whom I died—l shall
end all things with dynamite —New Tori
Graphic.
A Case of llibery.
The different methods by which a roan
may be bribed are legion. I heard of a
case that occurred in one of the South
American states, the story of which will,
in tbis connection, bear repetition. It
goes without saying that bribery among
the Latin race in America has been re
duced to a science. My informant had
lived many years on the southern half of
this continent and was, I imagine, a good
judge of the science. At one time there
were two mining companies, a Scotch and
and an American, struggling for the
possession of a valuable gold mine situ
ated in a South American republic. It
had come down to a contest between
Scotch shrewdness and Yankee wit. The
•stake was enormously large. Through
all the courts up to the final tribunal the
case had been fought with the persist
ence and ingenuity which characterize
such contests. The final arbiter was a
brother-in-law of the President of the
republic. His influence with the admin
istration was naturally supposed to be
invincible, and by the law he was the
final judge. The Yankee saw his adver
sary fraternize with the judge with ap
parent unconcern. Bribery in South
America, though a common vice, must not
be found out.
The day was set ror the hearing of the
case, and the adherents of the Scotch and
American companies flocked to the court
room. The former wore a look of sup
pressed triumph, and the President of the
concern, such is the habit of the country,
entered the court room smoking a cigar
ette. The judge, who knew him well,
descended from the rostrum and re
quested a cigarette.
“You will find one in my outside coat
pocket,” he said, and the judge oblig
ingly helped himself to one, likewise a
bank of England note for £I,OOO, which
he concealed in his hand and resumed his
place on the bench. Judgment was
given in favor of the Scotchman, but the
Yankee was playing a deeper game. The
next day was Sunday, and when the con
gregation emerged lrom the cathedral, a
printed document, recounting the facts,
with place, manner and all the details,
was placed in the hands of every person.
The story was given with so much direct
ness that the denial was impossible, but
Spanish adroitness seemed equal to the
ta-k of explaining an affair as damning
as this seemed to be.
“Oh, yes,” said the faithful official, “I
! took the money, there is no doubt about
that, but it was all understood. For some
i time I have been soliciting contributions
Ito our chapel. The money was given me
for that and no other purpose. I shall
turn it over to the Archbishop and take
his receipt.”
He (Id so, but it did not avail, the
decree of the President removed him
from the judgeship—the American had
seen tho President. When the judge
: found out that ho had lost both his
j position and the money his rage knew no
I bounds. He even went so far ns to sue
; the Archbishop for a commission for col
lecting the money, but was defeated.
; His decision in the mining suit was over
i thrown. He was disgraced, the Scotch
man baffled and the American triumph
ant. —Chicago Ledger.
The Largest Telescope in the World.
Passengers out of Boston on the Boston
and Albany Railroad may have noticed
just across the Charles River, at the first
bridge out of the city und opposite Cot
tage Farm Station, a handsome residence,
and back of it a low, round-topped ob
servatory, and outside, near it, a long
white model of a telescope, and in the
same yard a two-story brick building.
This building is the factory where the
great Russian telescope was made,as well
us manyothtrs also famous, and where
work is now going on lor the Lick tele
scope, which will be the largest in the
world. Of the two discs of glass, each
one yard in diauicter, for the Lick tele
scope, the Hint glass has been made a
longtime, but the crown glass, although
ordered five years ago. was only received
by the Clarks in September last. It was
made, after repeated trials and failures,
at an establishment near Paris, the only
one that could get out such a piece of
work. Each glass cost $35,000 in the
1 rough, and they cannot b3 finished before
fall. At first machinery could do a little
rough grinding, but for months past the
bare hand only has been used in applying
the polishing substance, which is rough.
The glasses have now reached a stage
where the removal of a small portion of
the surface in the wrong place would
ruin them. They are frequently tested,
set in a circular iron frame, called a cell.
No instruments can be used fpr the test,
but the long experience of the Clarks has
g'ven them a judgment which is uner
ring. When completed the great tele
scope will be placed iu the observatory on
Mount Hamilton, in Santa Clara County,
(. al. Mr. Jamas Lick left $700,000 in
his will for the purpose of constructing
the necessary buildings and “for a tele
scope superior to and more powerful
than any yet made.” An astronomer
has stattd that this telescope will bring
the moon, 240,000 miles distant, within,
apparently, a hundred miles of the be
holder. It will cost $60,000, and will be
covcied by a steel dome seveuty-five feet
ii diameter, weighing ninety-five tons.
Besides the observatory are many other
buildings, containing all the valuable in
struments necessary for a complete es
tablishment to carry out Mr. Lick’s in
tcations. The citizens of Santa Clara
County have built a road to the summit
of the mountain, at a cost of $78,000. —
Hartford Post.
The Table of Appomattox.
Tlacre has been nn inquiry made re
cently for the table upon which the arti
cles of surrender were written and signed
by Grant and Lee at Appomattox. This
table is now on exhibition at the rooms
of the Woman’s Decorative Art society in
New York, and belongs to Mrs. Gen.
Custer, to whom it was presented by Gen.
Hheridan.a few hours after the surreader
of the Confederate army. Mrs. Custer
has been offered large sums of money for
it by would-be purchasers, and circus
and museum ineu have made repeated
efforts to securo it for exhibition, but she
will not psrt with it under any circum
stances or for any price, nor will aha
permit it to go out of hai possession. It
would not be on exhibition where it is
now, but for the fact that Mrs. Cutler is
superintendent of the Decorative Art
society, aud can ll* q the table under her
eye, She lute made s will iu which sin
bequeaths this historical niece of furnit
ure to the museum of tn West Feint
I Military a* slimy. Jutrr G<ws.
WOMAN’S WORLD.
PLEASANT PERUSAL FOR FEM
ININE READERS.
Tbe Summer Girl.
Though her hair be black, or her hair be red,
Or her eye* fce hazel, or brown,
ghe’g fairer by far than the lily or rose,
The girl with the muslin gown.
The haughty queen, in her royal robes,
With her sceptre and golden crown,
Is not so fair in the month of June
As the girl with the muslin gown.
On nothing fairer upon the earth
The sun or the mom looks down;
She's sweet and fresh as the morning breeze,
The girl in the muslin gown.
—Boston Courier.
A Basket of Pansies.
Among arrangements of flowers for the
sitting-room table, none have truer
charms than may be gained from a hand
ful of some simple little flower placed
loosely and easily in a receptacle of quiet
form and color, Pansies should be largely
grown for cutting; they last longer in
water than most summer flowers, and
their varied markings, rich coloring and
velvet-like texture make them worthy of
the closest examination. They have an
almost human interest from the varying
expression of their innocent face-like
flowers, while not the least of their
charms is a delicate and delightful scent.
They should be cut long, with a liberal
supply of stem and leaf, when they will
readily fall into natural, easy buuches;
cut with the flower-stalk alone, they are
less easy to manage and never look or
last so well— Garden.
Woman tbe Boss Traveler.
“If you want proof that a woman is
more cautious than a man,” said a drum
mer, “just keep your eyes open while
traveling. A woman never forgets to
start for a train so early that she will
have forty minutes to wait. She never
forgets to ask her husband or male escort
if her trunks are checked. She never
forgets to pause with one foot on the car
step and one hand on the hand rail to
inquire if she is on the right train. She
never forgets to ask the conductor if she
has to change cars before reaching her
destination, and if she is sure to make a
connection, and if the t ain stops at the
place she wants to get off. She never
loses a ticket or train check, never drops
her hat out of the window, never permits
herself to go to sleep within 100 miles of
her destination for fear that she may ride
by, never fails to get a whole seat for
herself and another for her luggage, never
-walks from one car to another unless the
train is standing still, and never gets up
from her seat to leave a train without
turning to look and see if she has forgot
ten anything. 111 bet on a woman for
traveling, every time.”— Chicago Ueratd.
An Indian Wedding.
A tourist in Dakota recentlyj attended
•n Indian wedding, and describes it in a
letter to the Boston Traveller. He says
that there was a large tent, with the front
opened, and a row of stakes covered
with canvas, making a fence upoa each
side leading to it. Outside was quite a
small tent trimmed with all kinds of
pretty feathers, and over the door a wild
cat s skin trimmed with beads and por
cupine quills. In the large tent, back in
the centre, against a very gay curtain, sat
a young girl, a half breed, not more than
fifteen years old, dressed in a skirt and
jacket with bright buttons and boar’s
teeth, her hair long and black and falling
in front, while a wreath of feathers on
her head completed her wedding outfit.
All around wore ornaments, and yards of
pink, red and yellow calico as drapery,
and or a little green trunk near the bride
sat the old chief wrapped in a buffalo
robe, looking like a great bear.
Along on one side of the tent sat the
women and girls, and upon the other side
the men, young and-old. They were all
painted frightfully and wore dreadful
ornaments, bright blankets and feathers,
and most of the men had on but little
clothing. Near the middle of this group
were piled the provisions of the feast,
meat, bread and boiled corn.
The ceremonies began with the old
chief drumming upon a drum and making
a shout and noise like an animal. He then
rose and walked around the girl several
times, got on his knees, and again walked
around her, knocked her from side to
side, then smoothed her hair, gave her
something that he called medicine, then
took a dish and placed it before her, knelt
down and took a sip of what was in it, as
she did also. He then stood up, went
through with so no mumbling over her
head, and then began to pass the feast,
first to the women and then to the
men.
The girl took off her gay outside robe,
and it was given to her mother. Under
neath she had a short blue dress, which
was taken off, and when the eating was
concluded the poor little girl slipped out
of tho tent in a little plain pink calico
dress, and, with bare feet and legs, look
ing frightened and cold, went to her
own tent all alone. Then they were
ready for the dance.
What a Bouquet Did.
These Paris boulevard flower dealers,
writes a correspondent, have wonderful
taste for arranging flowers. There is one
of them, Mme. Lion, whoso reputation is
European ever since an incident with
which she happened to be connected got
into the pnpers.
One of the Secretaries of the French
Embassy at St. Petersburg fell in love
with one of the Indies of honor to the
Empress. Unluckily for the young di
plomatist, she was already eng'ged to be
married to a very wealthy and titled
Muscovite, hut she could not help show
ing her preference for the noble French
man. Thereupon the Russian made such
a scene that the lady went to the Empress
for protection. “Try and induce her
majesty to accord your hand to whichever
of us two shall produce the most beautiful
bouquet,” said the secretary to her, and
she promi-ed she would do to. The Em
press loved her very much indeed, and
readily yielded to an arrangement
which promised to be pluasant in any
event. She sent fir the young lady's
father, who laughingly consented to all
that was going on. Then the Russian
gentleman was communlc tttd with, aud
when he was informed that mademoi
selle’s hand was for him who gave her
the most magnificent bouquet that day
fortnight, the Empress herself to bo the
judge, he believed he would become her
husband and none other. But,confident
iu his great fortune and his own good
taste, this Russian let the days pass, sup
posing all the time that bis money could
buy shat be wanted at the last moment.
The day arrived when tho love gauge
was to be decided. That pert of the
pelaee in wbioh the Czarina lives was the
scene of greet excitement. Even the
autocratic Czar himself deigned to tie in
terested, while the Grand Duke Alexia
was a* eager as a child about It. The
ltussiuu uoblemsu advanced nnl pre
sented an enormous bouquet It was in •
died beautiful; it was mode up of the
rarest flowers that could be found In all
liussis end had cost loiuethiag like 8,000
1 roubles. At the sight of it tho young
lady nearly fainted. Surely it was im
possible for her dear little diplomatist
to ever excel such magnificence. The
other ladies of honor and all tho-e pres
ent showed their appreciation of their
countryman’s love token.
With a mocking smile on his lips the
Count steppod forward, holding in his
hand two gilded boxes. In political
language he sai 1 that one of the boxes
contained a bouquet for the lady he
loved; the other held a few flowers which
he humbly begged that the Empress
would deign to sc ept. Then he handed
the two ladies each her bouquet, and im
diately all these present saw that he had
won; for never before was there such a
lovely combination of color and perfume
as in those which he himself had brought
from Paris. For, the instant that the
gage had been thrown down, he applied
for leave of absence; it took nearly two
days to’ get it, and then he started for
Paris. Arriving there he rode straight
to a famous flower shop and told the pro
prietress what he wanted. That night
at eight o’clock he was on his way back
to Russia, and in the large basket, which
he looked carefully after day aid night,
were nifto, souvenirs de Mnilmai on,
and gardenia, and these three most lovely
roses were set about with white lilacs.
Such a bouquet was never seen in the
Russian capital and the Empress withont
delay awarded the Count the young lady's
hand. They were married and are now
living in Vienna, to which embassy he
was promoted only a few months ago.
Fashion Notes.
India and China silks are trimmed
with lace.
Vests are outlined by passementerie or
embroidery.
Black and white printed hosiery are
among the novelties.
White and eoru cotton grenadines are
are among the summer novelties.
Camel’s-hair cloth, in light colors, i
combined with bright tinted surah.
Whits dresses for home wear ars in
general use by persons in mourning.
The dust wraps are so pretty, there is
no doubt that they will be very popular.
The cost of making a plain dress of in
expensive material is three times that of
the fabric.
Full skirts, richly embroidered, are
worn with double-breasted jacket bodices
with revers.
Very many of the new bodice? are
edged with silk ball trimmings or with
lace quillings
Pearls in Russia are considered as gems
of bad luck and are never worn by super
stitious brides.
Lustrous silk-warp white materials are
employed for mourning dresses for in
formal occasions.
Bows are again in constant use. Em
broidered and beaded trimmings are usu
ally in panel style.
Materials for tennis costumes, with fig
ures of the accessories of the game, have
ribbons to correspond.
Cheap ornamentation of any kind is
out of style, and it is no longer good form
to wear trash in jewels.
White wool ulsters lined with satin
and trimmed with deep red or brown vel
vet are the latest novelties.
The mode of showing a balayeus of the
same color or a shade harmonizing or
contrasting is still popular.
Large buttons are used to trim dress
panels. The rosary beads, now some
what passe, are utilized as buttons.
Many of the imported costumes have
full plastrons of cream-colored crepe,
which may be removed at pleasure.
Polonaises ala princesse, with apron
drapery in front, have long, full vests,
plaited or gathered, of the same material
or of contrasting color.
Short mantles reaching to the waist
line have sling sleeves and the fronts have
scarf drapery crossing the breast and
fastened at the left side of the waist, long
ends depending below the knees.
Some summer dresses of cotton goods
and foulard are in Pompadour and Indian
designs. A number of these have round
skirts in plain colors, such as reddish
brown, gray and blue for wear under the
light fancy cotton fabrics. A variety of
white dresses are made for misses and
children. There are also linen suits in
red or blue.
Sham Mushrooms.
“You notice on the bill of fare that
your turtle soup is but ten cents more per
p!ate than mock turtle soup,” said a
stranger in a great gilded eating house.
“Calipash and Calipee—green fat—an
historic delicacy, famed in the of
the world’s metropolis as the acme of
epicurean delight, for ten cents more
than a fried meat ball. But the age likes
to th'nk it is eating turtle soup. It
sounds rich, therefore the veally counter
feit. lam going to eat a Spanish ome
let,” continued the stranger, changing
the subject. The stranger gave his order
to a colored waiter, who yawned and
twisted his mustache, and the omelet was
brought. The stranger investigated the
ingredients of the savory mess with his
fork, and on the end of the utensil pro
duced a mushroom. “Look at this ; ” he
said. Then he picked at the appetizing
vegetable with his knife, scraped on the
covering of >auce, and began paring the
stem. It crump’ed under the operation
in a decidedly unveoetable way. The
reporter’s eyes popped out on his cheeks.
“What is it?” ns asked.
“Dough,” replied the stranger. “Jt is
an old trick. Mushrooms are scarce and
high. Still the patrons like to have the
sensation of ordering mushrooms in that
composition. If pi ices were put up to
the mushroom market they would
abandon the restaurant. So they use
dough. It is harmless. I would advise
the proprietor to stick to dough, and not
indulge in toadstools, which might work
injury.” —Philadelphia Press.
Full Beards.
People who can remember back of the
Civil War must know that shaving was
almost universal in those days, and that
when the contrary practice began it so
agitated the country that the newspapers
were tilled with leading articles on “ v rhe
Beard Movement” and “The Mustache
Movement.” Probable most of our older
readers can remember when the first saw
a preacher in the pulpit wearing a mus
tache aud the shock it gave them. It
was, if possible, worse than that other
wrilcgious act of bringing fiddles into
the choir. * The event which started the
beard movement was the visit of the
wonderful llungarla orator, Lord Kos
suth, who was extremely handsome and
pictures.pie in a full beard und mustache
and soft felt hat with curling feather, lie
introduced the soft hat us well as the
mustache, and os he traveled all over (hi
country in JHS3 and IBM, and spoke
everywhere to great crowds, whom he
| powerfully imprisM'd with the masterly
Bullish which be had learned fr<>m the
| Bible, Shakespeare and Webster's die.
; tionary while he lay in an Austrian
piisou, be advertise! both his hat aud
NEW ADVERTISEMENTS. !
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Egyptian Horse® Cattle Powders
For Cattle, Sheep, Hogs, Chickens,
Ducks and Geese.
ATTENTION, FARMERS & STOCK DEALERS.
It is with pleasure that I am enabled to present to the farmers and
agriculturalists of the country an article equally adapted for Horses, Cat
tle, Hogs, Sheep and Poultry.
Its beneficial effects are not confined to the diseased and unhealthy
animal, but when given in proper doses to a perfectly healthy animal it
will improve its digestion, strengthening the whole physical condition,
producing a fine, smooth skin, and freeing the blood from all grass humors.
It will also be found of essential service for Coughs, Influenza and Epi
zootic.
=|FOR COWS.',™
Its effects are wonderful with cows, increasing the quantity and im
proving the quality of the milk. It increases the appetite and promotes
digestion of the food, thus giving the cow a perfectly healthy and thrifty
condition of the system, and she will then produce fine milk and butter.
A tablespoonful of the powder should be given well mixed with the
food, two or three times a week.
—=|FOR HOGS.|=
For Hogs with Coughs, Swelled Necks, Ulcers of the Lungs, and for
Cholera, it is excellent. For healthy hogs it will be found of wonderful
profit in adding immensely to their flesh, turning the fluids, which would
otherwise pass off into fat.
=IFOR SHEEP.
For Sheep it will be found very beneficial, especially for ewes when,
giving milk to lambs.
™iFOR POULTRY.^
For Poultry Complaints, mix one tablespoonful of the powders with
about two quarts of feed and give twice a week. It is a good preventive
from all diseases.
These Powders contain fourteen ingredients in their compound, of which
thirteen are vegetable.
PREPARED BY
W. E. VEAZEY, - - Veazey, Georgia.
STRONG ENDORSEMENT.
Veazby, Ga., May 29, 1886.
Mr. W. E. Veazey, Greene County, Ga.
Dear Sir:
Yours of the 26th inst. to hand, in which you request my estimate of
the remedial and medicinal properties of your “ Egyptian” Horse and Cat
tle Powders, a formula of which you gave me some time ago. I desire to
say that I made a most thorough investigation of the several ingredients
contained in your powders, and unhesitatingly pronounce it a most wonder
ful compound. It is almost entirely vegetable, and is absolutely one of
the best preparations for the diseases of the Stomach, Bowels and other
Organs of the Abdominal Cavity that I know of. It must necessarily
prove a fine cattle preparation, as it is a powerful stimulant of the secre
tory organs. It is a blood purifier, and in lung and kidney troubles will
be most salutary.
Wishing you success, I am
Very Respectfully,
W. F. HAILES, M. D.
P. S. I desire to state further, that I have used some of the powders
on a cow that I have, and the improvement in her condition, and the
■kiucrcase of milk, has been remarkable. W. F, H.
Jas. 6. BALIIE <$- SONS,
HAVE REMOVED THEIR
CARPET STOCK!
PROM 718 TO 714 BROAD STREET, (South Side),
DR. CALHOUN’S NEW BUILDING,
(next to mb. e. and. hmtthe’h obociert store.)
WK will continue to lull Carpets, Curtains. Window Bluuics and House Furnishing
Goods al grsntiy reduced prices for "SPOT CAB 11" or thirty dsn Urns, cur u
neptancs. '
TAMIDB O. BAILIEI db SONS.
714 llrcftil Street, (South Side), AUGUSTA, GA.