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A VERY SESIOU3 OBJECTION, From, the Boston Courier, She had an eye of witching blue, She had a cheek of crimson hue. She had a wealth of golden hair Which rippled over shoulders fair Asanj lily, lips as red AS coral from the ocean s bed. And whitest teeth that e’er was seen Their rosy portals flashed between. A hand small, shapely, soft and fair, Dione’s daughter's forii and air, A step as light as sportive fawn, A smile as sweet as summer dawn When fair Aurora tints vbe skies With colors caught from Paradise; A voice as sweet as oriole’s song— The sweetest of the feathered throng— A temper, amiable and mild, • 'he artlessness that marks the child? All these in form and mild wero blent, But then, she didn’t possess a cent. NEWS LIBRARY, N O . SO. iiiloTmiiiiACKs.. BY ANNE E. ELLIS. author of “them women,” etc. [Copyrighted, 1887, by J. H, Estill.] CHAPTER XVI. The new scenes and surroundings of the great metropolis were a constant delight to >7>ra, and especially when in company with her beloved. Sir Arthur had provided her with a French maid, and the ingenuity, of her nin ble fingers had transformed the already beautiful girl into a being of unmatched loveliness. Nora’s exquisite beauty And graceful de meanor attracted admiring attention from all, and her young husband was charmed 1 with the modest grace of his bride. Upon reaching New York, rooms were, taken at the Fifth Avenue Hotel, and Nora provided with’a trousseau befitting her sta tion. The wonders of the great city of New York were wonders indeed to Nora—she had never been further from her mountain home than the adjoining village in her life—and now she was in reality among the scenes she had so often read of. Fifth avenue, with its magnificent resi dences, the churches and galleries of art and the beauties of Central Park, filled her with wonder and delight, and the blue eyes became more intensely blue as they sparkled with new pleasure. The class of society into which the rank of Sir Arthur and the beauty and graoe of his young wife admitted them, raved over the rare specimen of angelic loveliness—and although a rival women, who had reigned supreme before, did not feel envious, so inno cent was the Lady Nora of her superior at tractions. Arthur gazed upon his beauteous bride with eyes now love-lit as she stood before him one evening for his inspection dressed in a robe of satin of that delicate rose-tint, which heightened the charms of the one whom he had thought so beautiful in her simple dress of white muslin a few months before. There she stood—his wife. The beautiful girl whom he had thought a creature of an other sphere when he first saw her in her rough mountain home. The soft rose-tinted dress, setting off to perfection the round, dimpled, perfectly molded arms, the perfect neck with its necklace of pearls—the latter a gift from himself, and a fitting emblem of the purity of the wearer. The small pink ears uh marred by the unsightly scam that are meant to contain the useless jewels; the golden hair and the heaven’s own blue eyes sparkling with happiness. Sir Arthur took this sweet vision in his arms, impressing kisses on the pure brow and budding lips. “Surely,” thought he, “my father cannot blame me for loving this beautiful creature, although she had no high-born dame—her own sweetness will be a passport to his heart, and my mother will love her dearly. ” Of Margaret’s devotion he felt sure; she loved her boy too well not to love his chosen wife. Sir Arthur folded the ermine cloak, with its soft lining, around his fair bride, and, donning his own wraps, assisted her to the carriage, which soon carried them to the doors of the opera where, as they entered the box, all eves were centered on Lady Nora. It w as rare that such beauty was seen in New York, and although its possessor was innocent of the attractiveness of her pres ence—drinking in as she did the sweet strains of music with rapture and forget ting all else—still the people did not forget Nora’s passionate love for music was be ing cultivated where she could hear that of a higher order. Her simple ballads had shown her naturally sweet voice, but its beauty and richness had developed to that degree under the tuition of the best masters that all who heard it were astonished. Her French which she had commenced studying with Sir Arthur before their mar riage, she was now perfecting in all its puri ty and spoke and read it like a native Pari sian. Arthur was enraptured with his bride; but when he wrote home he avoided men tioning her to his family—why he knew; not— but there was a feeling of dread which pre vented his telling the story of his marriage —be thought each day he would certainly ioS‘ * '* was always deferred. “Kemember, my son, that you are a Bea consfield,” rang in Sir Arthur’s ears—and tut knowledge of Nora’s lowly birth and the naughty pride of his father filled him with & dread of he knew- not what. .• And yet he loved Nora with a blind idola try. The charms and successes of the Lady oetty were often spoken of by Sir Arthur’s parents in their letters, but a suspicion that “tty had plans in t hat direction for himself ro-i’ ° nce e -t'bored his mind, w o! u f "' r * °ttcn would the pretty Nora, an her blue eyes resting lovingly on his <'<h ask him to tell her of his sweet-faced “inther and proud father; and also of his °M nurse, Margaret, I long to see them, Arthur, dear!” „ sho one day as ho was telling her tho •toy again. And so you shall ere long, sweet,” re- PM he, playfully. ;' ust to think that a poor mountain las nrio'. m .vself should have been wedded to ne so much above me in rank and wealth! “ it not strange f” i^ 0 ' R weethearfc. Many a Rower is born tl.„ ,'i I' unseen, apd waste its sweetness on but not thou, my love; the •I nmm R pil’d scenteditohoney mid plucked lily 10 Woom in fairer bowers,” re- P w if. young husband, playfully. U n • , J 1 I wonder, dear Arthur,” said ca, I’blushing 1 ’ blushing at his praises, “how my lot Wi ~ , cast in that rough mountain hkmi. '' a iber was kind and loved me in . r °ugh fashion, but mother was al srim.u <TOfB until just before I left her; but nn „ ow ’ Arthur, they never soem*i like nrnts? w “ P are ntB. I always pictured my ld\ , r L n m y° w n mind a* a sweet, gentle shin and °f® presence I could almost wor hJ’ 1 crimp* there is some strange niys tnv h ' oniH 'rted with my birth—or is it only "'istfuiily" that it should be sof” said Nora, Hnin' t ' S " have thought there may be some ttairJSm connected with you. I some tWl, I .I 1 ffoni what I have' heard of tho Mr, '* ** being born the same night, the tui-niM nulr h °n the arm and Duvanee or.. rfifO,° U ir 10 boa Dudly, that |jerhap you *•„. ~ V liHdy Dudlv’s child and that it thiir" *** B child that died,” replied Sir Ar fcusbauip® her vvaudering eyes to her motive, dear husband, could there she 6be6n f ° r makm S such a change!” asked ca nnot imagine—but you are like the portrait of Lady ‘SAm I! Oh, am I?” cried Nora, eagerly. Yes; and I often thins Mag could tell much if she would.” “Those papers, Arthur?” “Of Duvanee’s!” “Yes.” a l * ll , in my possession. I cannot: tmnk them of much, importance, and so will aefer giving them to Lord Dudly until I return. “But might they not settle the question of mv birth ?” asped Nora. 'J. hardly think so. I only think Duvanee or Dudly saw tho striking resemblance be tween yourself and the late Lady Dudly, land fearing that Lord Dudly might marry aga*.i, and so cut him off from the inheri tance, sought to marry you and palm you off as the supposed dead child,” replied Sir ■Arthur. , r “And mother?” I think Mag could solve the mystery if she would,” answered Arthur. “But, my dear, tha* small ebair. and locket around your neck 1 Is it a precious talisman, that you always wear it?’* “Mother gave it to me just before I left her; but I must not open it yet.” bo saying, Nora showed her husband the locket, but forbade him to open it. gir Arthur examined it carefully. • ‘N. D.’—strange! ‘Nora £ udly’—the Tiame of Lady Dudly,” said he, thoughtful ly, and your name is Nora.” “Yes, dearest! Lord Dudly asked than it should be so on the day of his departure from our home.” “It may have been a gift then for your na.ue,” replied Sir Arthur: but notwith standing this apparently plausible excuse for Mag’s possession of the locket he pon dered deeply on the subject—he knew if Nora was Lord Dudly’s child Msg alone ; could tell it, but there was no use to try to force her. But Arthur resolved to write and tell fLord Dudly of his suspicion as soon as he could afford tho time. 1 ‘ How much longer shall we remain in this dear, delightful New York, dear?” asked .Nora, her face beaming with the happiness with which her heart was overflowing. “Not much longer, darling, I am afraid. My parents expect me home on Christmas, and I have more to show you of this world which you think so beautiful before I pre sent my mother with her sweet daughter,” replied Sir Arthur, playfully. “And then! oh, then! dear husband. I shall have the sweet gentle lady I have al ways longed to call ‘mother,’ ” cried Nora, rapturously. “Yes, darling! She will love you tender ly, I am sure!” replied the proud young hus band, clasping her lovingly in his arms— while Nora laid her golden head upon his breast devouring every dear feature with her sweet eyes. * Aye, lovers! enjoy the happy present, but the future with its heartaches is yet to come. Sweet Nora was too innocent and too trustful to think that her beloved’s parents would scorn her on account of her lowly birth. As yet she knew no difference in rank or blood —she had only been wafted to the en chanted land she had longed for in her dreams, and she expected to find all the rest like a fairy bower. Her American blood and training knew no difference in rank as yet, and she was de lightfully happy, her pure brow un wrinkled by a single care. Not so her husband. He felt that he loved this angelic creature better than all else be side —but he feared and dreaded the conse quences of the step he had taken, but he breathed not a suspicion of what he felt to Nora CHAPTER XVII. The time soon arrived when Sir Arthur and Lady Nora were to leave New York and the United States. For some unexplained reason the young man decided to take his wife to Germany before presenting her to his parents. Nora sailed away from the home she had always known with a light heart for—was not her husband with her!—and was she not going to the arms of a dear mother—the sweet and gentle lady for whom she had always longed ? The voyage was favorable, and not many days elapsed ere Nora found herself domi ciled in one of the odd chateaux she had so often read about. The German forests and mountains —for although Nora had been accustomed to mountains all her life, yet there were so unlike those she had seen in her Adiron dack home that the young bride was in con stant wonderment and delight—these were a great source of pleasure, fraught as they were with legend and romance. The German matrons, as were the Ameri can, were charmed with the sweet, inno cent beauty of the young lady. In all her travels, and now particularly, did Nora apply herself to her own improve ment. “I am Arthur'6 wife now,” said she one day to herself; ‘ ‘and must I not try to appear well and not make him feel ashamed of me before his high-born relatives?” And the sweet face lighted with pleasure at the thought of improving herself for Arthur’s sake. Most urgent letters were received from his home urging Sir Arthuajs return; and his father's missives showed so much impa tience that he feared he could not remain away long enough to carry out his plans in regard to his voung wife. He had wished to show her more of strange countries before he returned, but ho now only pleaded for a month more in which to finish a painting of a view of the Thur ingian mountains which he wished to place in the coming exhibition. Often Sir Arthur seated himself to con fess to the Earl his marriage and ask for giveness for his violation of filial duty for taking such a step without his consent —and then he thought he would write to his much loved mother, knowing that her loving heart would understand and plead for him. But words would not come to express him self, and he at last decided to wait and pre sent his bride without explanation, leaving it for her sweet beauty to plead for him. “Stony, indeed,” thought he, “would be the heart that could steel itself against such an appeal.” Letters came often, Timmy writing in his scrawling chirograph}’; they were short, but brief as they were, they told that the old man missed his darling sorely—but ho rejoiced in the happiness of his child. “Your mother, wrote he, in a late letter, “has been poorly ever since you left, butsho savs I must not tell you for fear I should worry the child. She seems to be worryin’ about something all the time—if I ask her if it’s about you she’s greavm’ she says ‘no.’ Yer Aunt Nell has not been heard from sine© she was let out of jail, and it seems to provoke yer mother to hear her name mention**!, I don't wonder after tho way she acted.” It caused Nora much uneasiness to learn of her mother’s indisposition and she not there to comfort her —such was the kindness and gentleness of the young wife’s character, that notwithstanding Mag’s continual un graciousness and indifference, yet Nora re membered that she was hor mother, and her heart yearned to comfort her. .She would like to have returned home for for awhile, but Sir Arthur was not willing to have her leave him to cross the Atlantic alone and he could not go with her-so with „ tifrh of patient resignation and a sweet smife she gave up her idea and left her trial W ForNorawasone of the beheving, tmrt ing kind of Christians who had full faith m the power above without repining at God s picture was finished and entered upon the list of competitors, and Sir Arthur started homeward with his sweetwife- As he drew nearer his ancestral halls his heart misgave him, and he trembled for the rooentionne would receive. But as the young man looked at his beau tiful wife he coulo not see how any one could resist her loveliness. THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, JULY 17, 1887. “Dear Arthur,” said Nora, raising her beautiful eyes to his, “you do not know how I long to meet your gentle mother! How I shall love her!” exclaimed she, with rap ture, as she thought of having a lady of cul ture—a real lady to call “mother”—and whom she could win by her loving atten tions to call her “daughter.” Sir Arthur gazed wistfully at Nora and trembled —he knew not why. When they arrived at the station at Stonehenge they found the carriage await ing Sir Arthur —not Nora—for he had made no mention of her. Andrew, the faithful servant of the Bee cousfields advanced to meet his young mas ter with smiling face as he beheld the fa miliar face as ho alighted from the railway carriage. Sir Arthur first assisted a young and beau tiful lady to alight, and then shook the old retainer warmly by the haud. “Andrew,” said Sir Arthur, as Lady Nora took his arm, “this is my wife, Lady Nora.” Nora smiled graciously and put forward her small, gloved hand. Andrew’s astonishment was so great that he forgot his manners and stared almost rudely. Sir Arthur’s engagement with Lady Betty was so well known and had been so much talked about that the servants of the hall had taken it as a foregone con clusion that soon after Sir Arthur’s return there would be a grand wedding and the ac companying festivites. As tho carriage approached the Castle Nora thought sho had never seen anything so lovely before. The sloping lawn shaven smoothly looked like velvet, while tho terraces and bowers, the urns and vases full of flowers of varied hues and the immense trees overshadowing the avenues seemed like fairy land. The fountains cast their silver spray aloft and then fell in shining mist in their marble basins in which white swans were floating; while pooping at the prancing horses from leafy shrubs could he seen the bright eyes of deer with their antlers tov ering above the boughs. The sparkling river beyond with the rus tic bridges overhanging and tho pleasure boats moored to the piers was most en trancing. The hill beyond showed the handsome house of Lord Dudly with its lofty towers. Nora gave an exclamation of delight as she came in view of the castle. She saw a stately marble pile with im mense pillars, the sculptured bases carved with leafy friezes. The windows with their many colors cast shadows like rainbows all below. “You think it beautiful then, my love?” said Sir Arthur, pleased at the delight of his beautiful darling. “Yes, my husband! so very beautiful! And this is to be my home!” cried Nora, with paling face and abated breath. “Yes, my love! I hope you will spend many, many happy days within its walls,” “O, I am sure I cannot be but happy In this lovely some, my husband!” cried Nora. “And I hope, my darling, you will never be disappointed in your mountain bride,” con tinued she, seeing a shadow of trouble on his face. “That I am sure I never will be, sweet wife!” said Sir Arthur, gazing at her beau tiful, upturned face with the deepest affec tion. “Remember, whatever may hap pen your husband loves you always—that he would willingly give up father, mother, friends —everything for your sake!” “Would you! O, would you! my own darling! O, what bliss! what rapture to bo loved like this!” cried the delighted girl, looking into the face of her husband and clasping her small, white hands in rap ture. As they approached the castle the great doors of the entrance wero thrown open, displaying rows of liveried servants ranged on each side, forming a wall of protection. The valet, dressed in livery of gold lace and scarlet cloth, came to the carriage and, throwing open the door, said at tho same time bowing low: “Welcome, my lord; welcome home again!” But seeing Lady Nora’s sweet face he started—but a well-bred English servant sel dom shows outwardly any surprise he may feel in the presence of his superiors—so he merely bowed again, and ushered the pair through the rows of smiling, bewildered at tendants to the drawing room, where the stately father and lady mother awaited their son. “The father was steel and the mother was stone— They lifted the latch and they bade him be gone. Bnt loud on the morrow their wail and their cry. He had laughed on the lass with her bonny blue eye.” —Sir Walter Scott. CHAPTER XVIII. Lord Dudly—Earl Beaconsfield’s nearest neighbor—was, like the Earl, of proud lineage. He had married early in life a beautiful girl—but unlike Sir Arthur’s bride, who was of humble parentage, his fair voung bride was of noble birth; her family had become impoverished, but they hail always maintained their pride with some show. When Lord Dudly married the golden haired lady she was without dowry, but only a short time elajsod after their nuptials when an heirless relative left her a fair es tate with jewels and plate—all of which she had willed to any daughter that might be born to them, and if they should have no daughter, then it was to go to a younger son. The title of the Dudlys was entailed, but not the estates. A few months after their marriage the health of Lady Dudly became so precarious that physicians urged her removal to other scenes, and, after travel on the Continent without benefit, Pord Dudly resolved to cross the Atlantic to Canada and tho United States. But, alas! to no purpose! And it was only when Lord Dudly saw the young wife fading so surely before his eyes that he yielded to her entreaties to remove her to her English home. Fate decreed that she should never reach that home. While crossing the wild Adi rondack region on their way from Mon treal they were overtaken by a terrific storm, and Lady Dudly was carried to her last resting place from the rough shelter of Timmy’s home. After her death Lord Dudly had refused to look upon the face of either his wife or hor babe—all arrangements had been male by her maid and attendants, and the pre cious remains hail been taken to England and placed in the family vault. Nell and Mag were both English, and Nell had lived in the family of Lord Dudly be fore his marriage, but had been discharged in disgrace for her thieving practices. The desire for revenge hail sunk deep into her heart and she lived only for that—with not a thoughtof gratitude that sho hail been saved from arrest and imprisonment by the intervention of the one she hated. Both Nell and Mag had emigrated to America shortly after Nell’s disgrace, and Mag, by some hook or crook secured honest Timmy for a husband. Nell led a strange sort of existence— sometimes at service, and at others in a way no one but herself and her evil companions knew —but sho lived in constant purpose of being revenged upon the Dudlys—but sin gular as it appeared, the innocent cause of her hatred came to ner in America instead of Nell crossing the Atlantic to vent hor spite on her victim. In his grief the young husband had not recognized the attendant on his wife, or, knowing her character, be would have been mbre guarded. As It was he was left with neither wifenor child living, while Nell and Mag chuckled over their triumph. Before leaving, Lord Dudly had placed a sum of money In Timmy’s hand with the request that Timmy’s child should be called “Nora”—and he had often sent her presents of money, clothing and books. After nis wife’s burial Lord Dudly went into no society, but shut himself up moodily in his large house with no companions but his books, dogs and trusted servants. It was only of late that he had come out from his seclusion and entered society, and then it was the knowledge of the utter un worthiness of his only heir that arouses! him, and rather than allow the title and estates to fall into such hands he determined to marry again. So the mansion and grounds were put in order and thrown open, and again resound ed with music and mirth. Lord Dudly had become sincerely at tached to Sir Arthur, and it was through this affection that a warm friendship had sprung up between himself and the Earl and Countess. The startling resemblance of the mountain Nora to his dead wife had set him to think ing, and he resolved to see the young girl and give her more advantages at an early day. Lord Dudly made his arrangements for his journey to the United States, and started with an eagerness he had not shown for years. Before sailing for America he had made all arrangements at his home for the recep tion of Nora should she prove worthy of his intention of adopting her and educating her as a lady, He could not endure the thought that one who bore such a striking likeness to his dear, dead wife should be reared in poverty—if she was not his own she resembled his own, and he hoped she would be to him as a daughter, and perhaps more—for fond hopes filled his breast that this living likeness of his wife might be won to take her place. For the third time a noble guest alighted at the doors of Timmy’s humble dwelling. Timmy and Mag stared with astonish ment as Lord Dudly, with stately bearing, ad vanced to meet them. It had been seventeen years since ho had been there before, and although he was still a handsome, elegant gentleman, yet neither recognized the young, sorrowing husband who had left their doors so long ago. Mag, who had been ill, had not seen Lord Dudly, but Timmy had, but the fair Saxon face showed lines of care, and the silky, curling locks were well besprinkled with sil ver. Stranger-though he was, Timmy bade Lord Dudly welcome; and Mag, more gen tle than usual, bustled about to get tho guest refreshment. “This is Timothy Tideout, is it not?” asked Lord Dudly, after being seated. “It is sir—l have the honor of bein’ that same,” replied the old man, starting with amazement at this grand gentleman who knew his name. “I am Dudly,” said that gentleman, by way of introduction. “What!” exclaimed Timmy, more aston ished than polite. Mag, frightened and nervous, stared. “Yes, my friend—young Sir Arthur Beaconsfield sent a picture of your daugh ter Nora whom, yki will remember, was born the same night as my unfortunate babe, and I was so struck with her beauty and singular likeness to my dear, lamented wife I came to see her.” “Sir who did you say?” exclaimed Tim my, in astonishment, doubling himself up in a squatting posture, putting his hands on his knees and gazing into Lord Dudly’s face with staring eyes and wide open mouth. “Lord Dudly smiled at the ridiculous figure before him and replied: “Sir Arthur Beaconsfield.” “And who may he be?” asked Timmy. “Why, my good man! he -was the gentle man who stopped with you and helped res cue vour daughter.” “He! Why he was a picter taker!” cried Timmy, sitting on a chair and panting for breath. “Yes, I believe he did paint some, but he was a lord for all that,” replied Lord Dud ly, laughing outright at the old man’s aston ishment. “A lord!” gasped Timmy. • “Yes. ha was the son of one of the proud est Earls in England—Earl Beaconsfield.” “Oh, my!”exclaimed Timmy. While Mag, who had just entered the room with a plate of bread and a mug of beer, almost dropped them in amazement. “Mother!” cried Timmy, turning to the astonished old woman, “our gal’s a lady!” Mag was speechless and looked first at Lord Dudly and then at her husband. “Jist ter think of it, mother!—a lady! a real lady!” “Well!” replied Mag, as soon as sheeould recover sufficient breath to sjieak. “I allers told ye, mother, that Nora was too good fur us, and that the Lord intended her for something better.” “Umph!” replied Mag, looking with a frightened expression of countenance from Lord Dudly to her husband. It was the Englishman's turn now to be puzzled. “Your daughter a lady?” asked he. “May I ask you what you mean?” Timmy’s face brightened as he understood his darling's good luck, and he told the story of Sir Arthur and Nora’s marriage. “Where are they now?” asked Lord Dud ly, anxiously, as Timmy finished his narra tion. “Well, sir, they left here and traveled some, and the last we heerd he was goin’ to take her to England to his home.” Ah well knew Lord Dudly what that re ception home would be. None knew better than he the haughty pride of the Earl and how he would frown upon this mesalliance—and how bitterly he would take the interference of his plans for his son and Lady Betty. He resolved to hurry home and protect his favorite and the young wife, if possible, from the Earl—and if he could do no bettor give them a shelter under his own roof, which he was sure they would need. Lord Dudly rested a night under Timmy’s roof and then hastened home to England. Mag, while her noble guest was in her house, looked often at him wistfully as if she had something to say, but she aguin re lapsed into her usual, sullen silence. Well would it have been for her ha/1 she have opened her lips and confessed her sins —muny a heartache she would have saved the gentle girl she had learned to love and the young husband who had so unthinkingly made this fair lassie his bride. After the departure of their guest, Tim my sat most of the time on the porch smok ing his pipe and exclaiming to himself: “A lady! my gal areal lady—aa earl’s darter!” The news seemed too good to be true to him that his daughter should have such good fortune. It never occurred to him with his unso phisticated ruind and American ideas that this proud family would not receive his low born daughter—she was good enough and beautiful enough to be an angel, and earth born mortals would lie glad to receive hex. 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No. 3. 4 Cases Gstllfis Ten Gun at 5 cents. INO. 4:. 3 Cases Needle 12£c. White India Lawn I Gun at 5 cents. No. 5. Ten Cent Electric tinned Torpedo at 5 cents. Many Other Desirable Bargains for This Week. All we ask is an inspection, And you will find the truth of our assertions. "E PLURIBUS UNUM.” NEW YORK, * SAVANNAH, AUGUSTA, COLUMBUS GRAY&O’BRIEN. LOTTERY. ■ft mi CAPITAL PRIZE, $150,000.| “HV do hereby certify that we. supervise the arrangements f>r all the Monthly anti Semi* ' Annual Drawings of the. Jxyuisia.no, State Lot* teru Company, and in person manage aiul con* trol the Drawings themselves , and that the same are conducted with honesty , fairness , and in good faith toward all parties, and we authorize the Company to us* this certificate , with fac similes of our signatures attached, in its adver tisements." Commissioners. JT> fh* under *ftpied Rank* and Ranker* will pay all Prize* drawn in the I .mils ian a State. Lot teries which may he presented at our counter*. J. H OGLESBV, Pres. Louisiana Nat'l Bank. PIERRE LANAUX, Pres. State Nat’l Bank. A BALDWIN Pres. New Orleans Nat’l Bank. CARL KOHN, Pres. Union National Bank. jTNPRECEDENTED'ATTRACTION! Ij Over Half a Million Distributed. LOUISIANA STATE LOTTERY COMPANY. Incorporated in JBBB for iis years by the LegflS* lature for Educational and Charitable purposes —with a capital of $1,000,000 to which a reserve fund of over $550,000 has since been added. By an overwhelming popular vote its fran chise was ina<ie a part of the present State con*’ stitution, adopted December 9a, A. D. 1870. The only Lottery ever voted on and indorsed> by the people of any State. It never scales or post nones. Itn Grnud Single Number Drawing* take rtlace monthly, and Die Semi-Annual Draw* ugs regularly every •!& moiithii (June and December). A SPLENDID OPPORTUNITY TO WIN A FORTUNE. EIGHTH GRAND DRAWING, CLASS H, IN THE ACADEMY OF MUSIOL; NEW ORLEANS, TUESDAY, August , IHHJ —207 111 Monthl\ Drawing. Capital Prize, $150,000. t&~ Notice -Tickets are Ten Dollars only. Halves, $5; Fifths, $2; Tenths, $l. I.IHT nr PRIZES. 1 CAPITA!. PRIZE OF $150.000... $150,00* 1 GRAND PRIZE OF 50,000.... fiO.OO# 1 GRAND PRIZE OF 80,000 ... 80,000. 2 LARGE PRIZES OF 10,000.... 20.000 C 4 LARGE PRIZES OF 5,000.... 80,000) 90 PRIZES OF 1,000 ... 20,00(8 80 PRIZES OF 500.... 25.00# 100 PRIZES OF 1500... 30,00# 800 PRIZES OF 800.... 40,00# NX) PRIZES OF 100.... 50,00# 1,000 PRIZES OF 50 ... 60,00# APPROXIMATION PRIZES. 100 Approximation Prizes of s4ol s3o,nn®i 100 “ “ 800... 20,0(tt| 100 “ “ 100.... 10,00#! 2,179 Prizes, amounting: to $585,000- Application for rates to clubs should lie mad* only to the office of the Company in New Or b-ana. For further Information write clearly, (giving full address. POSTAL NOTES, Express Money Orders, or New York Exchange In ordi nary fetter. Currency by Express (at our expensed addressed M. A. DAUPHIN, New Orleans, La. or M. A. DAUPHIN, Washington, D. C, Address Registered Letters to NEW OIiLEANS NATIONAL BANK, New Orleans, L*. DCMCM PCD That the presence of Gen |A tl IVIC. IYI DL.lv nra ) g Reaurcg&rd and Early, who are in eharge of the drawings, is • guarantee of absolute fairness and integrity, that the chances are all equal, and that no ona cun possibly diviuu what number wilt draw a Prize. REMEMBER that the payment of all Prizes is UI'ARANTEED BY FOUR NATIONAL BANKS of New Orleans, and the Tickets are signed by the President of an Institution, whos* chartered rights are recognized in the Courts; therefore, beware of any imitations or anonymous schemes. COTTON NEED WANTED. to producers and Shippers AJI COTTON SEED. The southern cotton oil company will bo ready to buy Cotton Saod by Sept. Ist, 18H7, anil will want It shipped to our Mills ah Atlanta and Savannah, (la., and Columbia, H. C., whichever city Is nearest to you, by rail road. iff. a FITZSIMONB Is our Traveling Agent, and will take part in discussions as to the rela-| five value of Cotton Seed and Cotton Seed Meat at any agricultural meetings, If they desire it. 1 We consider this important, as there am, many erroneous ideas about buying, selling and! exchanging Seed for Meal. Address oil communications to SOUTHERN COTTON OIL COMPANY, and send your postj office address to the mill that Is nearest you, iC you wish us to quote you prices. We aslt shippers to remember that it is the erection of our Mills that will give you better j prices this year, and aHk your Support in return.; We refer you to the banks in the above cities! for our financial responsibility. SOUTHERN COTTON DIL COMPANY. P. S. OLIVER BROS, beg to inform shipper* that they have no connection with the "Olive*-,' Oil Company” Mills at Columbia, H. C., and l Cearlotte, N. C. Although these Mills will runrj under the name of “Oliver Oil Companies, , they are owned by the AMERICAN COTTON OIL TRUST. Shippers wishing to deal with the OLIVEM BK< >B, will please sliip to SOUTHERN COTTOJT OIL COMPANY MILLS. OLIVER BROTHERS, Former Owners Oliver Oil Company Mills. HARDWARE. EDWARD LOVELL & SONS, HARDWARE, Iroa and Turpcntioe Took Office: Cor. State and Whitaker streets. Warehouse: 138 and 140 State street. DRUGS AND MEDICINES. Don’t Do It! Don’t Do What? TTI7HY don’t walk our tony streets with that t nice dress or suit of clothes on with Stain* or Grease Spots in, to which the Savannah dusß sticks “closer than a brother,” when Japanese Cleansing Cream will take them out clean as anew pin. 25c. * bottle. Made only by J. R. HALTIW ANGER, At his Drug Stores, Broughton and Drayton, Whitaker and Wayne streets. STEAM LAUNDRY. SAVANNAH STEAM LAUNDRY," 131 Congress Street. Blankets and Lacs Curtains Cleaned as Good as New. SEE OUR NEW REDUCED PRICE UST. 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