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ELUSIVE PAPER DOLLARS. Adventures of One Who Tried to Es e‘ ohango Silver for Papor. From Purl:. gome things look mighty easy until you , rv t heni. The other morning as I left the house my wife said: -Henry. I wish you would send SI to the itlieo of the Children's Beacon Light , and cot the paper six months on trial for the children; and they send the loveliest oil .minting to every subscriber.” ’ !n the course of the day my wife's re cuost came to my mind, and I accordingly ,!. r cte the necessary letter to the presiding ronius of the aforesaid publication, and p on. of course, I had to inclose the dollar. s ‘ ha li I get a postal note! No, that costs ,'T' , in d lhis thing is costing enough nl . Ha! (1 didn't say “Ha," I only : a Fit; but it looks well in print.) I procure a $1 bill, and, verily, it shall ...,■the purpose of a postal note, un ! -.s' some unworthy and covetous vassal of J p,, ,t Office Department doth lay hold of , oin elope with voracious clutch and ab -1" , ; the bill therefrom; but there are risks j V ; |i tilings earthly. (I didn’t say any of . ',ai cither, because there was no one to it to; but it all passed through my 111 I bad numerous silver coin of the de nomination of $1 about my person; but I j,..,; n o promissory note of our esteemed relative. Uncle Sam, for that amount. I would just step down stairs and get a bill in exchange for a silver dollar at one of the stores. The first store I entered was a grocery store. A gazelle-eyed clerk with a protrud in'. forehead was (loing up a dollar’s worth oAight-brown sugar and two bars of soap for ;f benevolent-looking old lady with a large basket. May I trouble you to exchange a dollar bill "for a silver dollar ?” I asked iu that blind that has made our family famous in legislative halls. He looked right, through nm at the stove and said pleasantly: ‘Haintgotauy —do you prefer this mot tled or the Imperial clear soap, Mrs. Jaw- S Then I tried a dry goods store. The girl, dressed in tho blue jersey, with the blonde hangs, to whom I preferred my request, re fered me with an imperious wave of her jeweled hand to the cashier. To that mighty potentate 1 said: •‘May I trouble you to exchange a dollar bill fora silver dollar?” Yaw, we don’t keep silver dollars for dollar bills.” "But I want a dollar bill for a silver dol lar." “0! Well, we don’t keep them, either.” I did not insist upon it. 1 then tried without success three dry goods emporiums, six retail grocery stores, four confectioners, two banks and a cigar store. The majority of the tradesmen I came in contact with would look at me in a sad, reproachful, half-suspicious sort of a way, when I made my want known, that had I been less determined would nave melt ed me into buying at least $2 35 worth of something I didn’t want at almost every store. At the cigar store I quailed. (The quail season had just begun.) The young man who was persuing the pink columns of the Police Gazette at the back end of the store came forward so promptly when I rattled my dollar on the showcase, and with such an imploring “strong or mild” look on his ingenuous countenance, that, I involuntarily shuddered. (I had heard of people doing that before; that’s why I did it.) My heart was touched. I do not smoke—it makes me sick and gives me heart-bum—but I said calmly: “Give me 25 cents’ worth of those in the corner—those with the red-paper belt on. ” There was a real pretty picture on the box-cover, too. He gave me three of the cigars and I left. 1 felt homeless and alone in the world; every passer-by seemed to regard me with suspicious stare, as if I were a body-snatcher or a boodle Alderman. I would have paid double the price of admission just then to have seen the faee of a friend; but though I have lived in that city for many years, not a familiar face could I see. I was about to depart in sadness and a bob-tail car to my office, which I had left a mile behind (it may seem queer that I did not leave my office in front of me where I could watch it, but I did not), when I saw the smiling countenance of a very short and very wide German gentleman standing across the street at the door of his lager beerery. I am very impulsive, and liiy impulser at once started me across the street in his di rection. Here, I thought, is a man and a brother, benevolent, certainly; a retailer of malt and spirituous beverage, certainly; and per haps—stranger tnings have happened—he has a paper dollar in his till. By the time I had thought all that out with my customary care I was in hailing distance of him; but I didn't hail him, I don’t know how to hail. I only said: “How do you do, sir?’ He looked at me with a calm, contempla tive gaze, and said: “negates!” At the termination of this conversation we both went in and had some beer. I felt better then—l could smile at my desolation of a few moments ago. We becred again. Things, as many things as I could see, be gan to assume a brighter hue. I would make unother effort to get that dollar. I said: “Mr. Schlieffenheimer (that was the most of his name), do you happen to have a dol lin' bill in tho drawer there?” “Nii-nun-mm-m-liah?’ remarked Mr. Schiioffouheimer, pleasantly. “Have you got a dollar bill in your money-drawer?’ Again that underserved look of distrust. “V.'il, und votif I baf?” queried this port- R t ■ i ii vniedo, '■>. you sec, I have been looking for ■ as two houre; 1 want- to use one.” Mi i Unti l You t’ink I let some- I’dics moneys, eh? Vot you take me 1(11 ; ' "But you don’t understand me. I want you to give me u dollur bill, paper money, you know, for tliis silver dollar.” Mr. S. became needlessly excited at this point. “Of you donVl leaf mein blare meit your gonfidenoe skin games I ring der batrol vag on up mit you.” By the way Mr. Bchlioffenheimer’s eyes “napped, and the vigor with Which he wiped t he vagrant beer foam from his counter, I judged ho was prepared to execute this 1 breat. Ar a last desperate chance, I said, with as much impressive solemnity as I could muster: “My friend, I will give you these two sil ver dollars for a one-dollar bill.” He snoke not, but the energetic manner in which ho reached for the bung-starter was *" suggestive of an intention to do me bodi ly harm that I retreated toward the door. Mr. ft. followed, and in a choice selection of Rome of the most inelegant but forcible opi- Jhets, from both the German and English language, and with tho most appalling flu ency, gave me to understand that I would better exercise my nefarious calling in some ether place than his; and ns 1 backed to the door I was met by a large, rod-nosed, navy blue, brass-buttoned policeman, who said: “Now look here, Cully, I’ve lieen watchln’ you to try to work your little game long enough, ’n if you make any more breaks on my heat you go in, now you hear me!" I heard him. Perhaps 1 looked like a con udonce-inan then; I know I felt like one. I {“ft the scene of the encounter — it’s proba bly there yet — and with humbled mien I “homeward trod my wewy way,” musing much upon the aphorism which opens this *implo chronicle. "hat's that! Did I finally get one? Yes, I did. My wife found th<ise three cigars in my vest pocket that night, und with tears m her eyes said she had known for some tunc tluit I was keeping a secret from her, out she never would have supposed that I had contracted that filthy habit. Of course : had to explain how the nasty things came "‘to my isiHscssioji, hut the only terms un der which she agreed to ho convinced wurw that I should give her $l5 with which to J?urcoa*3 two yards of t hat lovely plush to go in tho last winters wrap she was making '•ver. Implicit faith iu me was cheap at any price, and I had to give her the money, and -n that cute little alligator's skin wallet her brother William gave me last Christmas I found tho object of my afternoon’s disas trous quest—a paper dollar—l had over looked it. But what has that got to do with the case, anyway ? KING OF 3A3Y KISSERS. The Greatest Effort in the Life of a Pop ular Maryland Congressman. From the New York Sun. Congressman Lewis E. McComas of tho Sixth Maryland district was a noticeable figure at the Gilsey House yesterday. He has gamed some reputation as a legislator, but his chief title to fame rests on the fact that ho is the champion baby kisser south of Mason and Dixon’s line. Ke has, during his eight years in public life, reduced baby kissing to a fine art, and to his skill in this art are mainly due his election and re-elec tion to Congress. Before Mr. McComas be came the Republican standard bearer eight years ago the Sixth district had gone reg ularly Democratic. Since that time the Re publicans have carried it. Mr. McComas did not invent baby kissing as a campaign art. Statesmen have practiced it from the first days of the republic. But to him is due the honor of bringing it to a state of perfection. The average seeker of votes goes about kissing promiscuous babies with all the hilarity which would mark his approach to the dentist’s chair. He folds his hands be hind his back, closes his eyes, clinches his teeth, as if determined to die hard, ducks his head, and, as a general thing, bumps against tho little one’s uose and raises a howl. Mr. McComas’ modus operandi is as dif ferent from this bungling sis a Meissonier is from a schoolgirl's daub. He goes about the operation as if it were a thing of perennial joy. No matter how dirty or how sore faced the baby or how much it scratches and squeals, he manages to throw into the kiss an amount of tenderness that it is sure to win the parents’ hearts. Here is the opera tion in detail, as testified to by thousands of eye-witnesses: First of all, Mr. McComas stands over the baby, and beams on it with his large, tender hazel eyes. Then, as if moved by a sudden am 1 irresistible impulse of affection he snatches the little one to liis bosom with all the fervor of the deserted stage mother. After pressing it for a moment with head bowed m emotion, he holds it in front of him in a horizontal position, beams once more on the little face; then his head slowly descends, there is an agonizing pause before the big moustache reaches the little lips, the angels hovering about suspend the Happing of their wings, a long-drawn sigh of joy proceeds from the Congressman’s breast, a low, sweet lingering, honey-suggesting smack is heard —and the deed is done. The child is again pressed to the manly bosom and the final move—perhaps the most important of all—is made. Before handing the baby back to its proud parents he gazes at it as if it were the most precious thing in the world, and then fixes his eyes on the parents with an expression whicli, if trans lated into words, would read: “And just to think, you are the parent of this little angel! How I do envy you!” Occasionally Mr. McComas adds anew scene to the act when the vote of the father of the baby is very doubtful. This scene consists of walking slowly to the door, after the baby is deposited in the cradle, and there, as if forced by an overwhelming flood of affection, to rush back to the little one and take a final kiss. Any one who has seen the Congressman perform this extra act must unhesitatingly pronounce him one of the greatest actors of the age. That he has a wonderful control of his features need hardly be told. The dirtiest mouth that ever adorned a baby can’t make him blink. The greatest test to which this facial control was ever put occurred last October at the Frederick county fair in Maryland, at the time Mr. McComas was having a hard fight for re-election to Con gress, his opponent being Col. Victor Baugh man, perhaps the most popular Democrat in Maryland. The rivals, of course, at tended the Frederick fail - and settled down to a day of hand shaking and baby kissing among the farmers. Both seemed to meet with equal success. McComas had found a foeman worthy of his steel. Toward the end of the day, however, the merits of the rival baby kissers were put to a terrible test, About the same time they came upon a farmer and his wife with a baby whose hideous red face and sore lips would deter the bravest of men from ap proaching it. Col. Baughman came up to the group first, shook hands with the man, said some sweet things to the woman, and then glanced at the caricature of a baby. As he did so a perceptible shudder passed over his strong frame. Several friends who stood near him encouraged the brave Colonel with: “Go it, Vic!” "It won’t last long!" and similar inspirit ing words. Baughman did seem to grow inspirited, too, for he took the child in his arms and prepared for the awful deed. By this time a large crowd had gathered, and in it were many of Mr. McComas’ men who were willing to bet freely that Baughman would not have the nerve to go through with the task. The Colonel glanced at the baby again; again he shuddered, and again a look of de termination came into his face. Finally he closed his eyes, clinched his teotli, and let his head fall—but alas! before his lips reach ed the upturned face the Colonel, forced by that incomprehensible instinct which impels men to look upon the most repulsive ob jects, took another glance at the baby. This time it was too much for him. Ho grew pale, trembled, and handed the child back with an uncontrollable expression of loath iug. Just then McComas came up, and the crowd bent forward with breathless interest to see how the second knight would bear himself in the arena. Baughman stood near by, the most interested of all. Bets of five to one that McComas wouldn’t do it found few takers. Tho Congressman first did the beaming act as usual, then the pressing act. then the horizontal act; but here he grew pale, and a shade of terror crept into his melting smile. Would he succumb like his rival? Would he turn in disgust from those sore lips on that early-tomato face? Look! He beams once more; his head slowly descends in the usual way; there is the customary agonizing pause, and—ah, ves 1 all honor to thee, bold McComas—there is heard the long drawn out smack. Vic tory ! The Republicans break into a sup pressed cheer. Baughman and his followers retire discomfited. McComas was elected to Congress. When the Congressman was asked by a re porter yesterday now ho got through the or deal, he said, with a wry face: “I managed to kiss the baby—but—-or—I’ll bed and if I hankored after it.”. _____ “Euchu-Palba.” Quick, complete cure, all annoying kid ney, bladder and urinary disease.!. 81. At druggists. “Rough on Bilo” Pills. Small granules, small dose, big results, pleasant in operation, don’t disturb the stomach. 10c. and 25c. “Rough on Dirt.” Ask for “Rough on Dirt” A perfect washing powder found at last! A harmless extra fine A1 article, pure and clean, sweet ens, freshens, bleaches and whitens without slightest injitrv to finest fabric. Unequaled for fine linens and laces, general household, kitchen and laundry use. Softens water, saves labor and soap. Added to starch pre vents yellowing. 5c., 10c., 25c. at grocers. In some parts of Africa a missionary, who is found out of doors after 10 o’clock at night without being able to give a good account of himself iu decapitated. > THE MORNING NEWS: TUESDAY, JULY 19, 1887. THE LUCK OP A FISHERMAN. What Happened to a Fat Man Who Went Fishier in Connecticut. From the yew York Evening Sun. A fat man climbed up the City Hall ele vator station stairs Saturday afternoon. He was going to Greenwich, Conn., to fish. He was also in search of a place where a per son's clothes did not act ns a blotting pad. There are places that are hotter than the bridge station, but for ordinary wear the elevated road will last a man us long as two suits bought elsewhere. Someone had told the fat man that the fishing was good at Byram ’' uid, near Greenwich. He there upon l u at a rod, reel, and line and start ed as a o i said. Being superstitious, he felt a hoodoo thrown over his trip on account of a red headed, cross-eyed woman who sat opposite m'the elevated train. Tho fat man took off his hat to wipe his brow and the cross-eyed woman smiled and bowed. The fat man was sure that his luck was gone then. Noth ing of further note occurred until the Grand Central depot was reached. Here was a jam. A gentleman who had kissed tho blarney stone elbowed his way into the de pot: “Bodad,[ain’t any av these people got any homes'” he said. The fat man fought his way to tho ticket office, knocking a colored baby over, step ping on a woman’s Boston-sized foot, broke a dude’s fish pole, and gourged an old maid in the back with his umbrella m getting there. He then fought his way to the train, and luckily found a seat on the shady side of tin' car. He had just got comfortably set te ! when a sweet voice asked: '•t.s this scat engaged;” “No; quite at your service, miss.” Great heavens! It was that red-headed, cross-eyed woman again. She was large for her age, and took up the greater part of a seat that tho fat man needed for his own comfort. Before the train started the wom an had got so well acquainted that she asked: “Is it hot enough for you!” The fat man looked at his *l5 fishing out fit in the rack and heaved a sigh that sound ed like car wheels squeezing around a sharp curve. The woman became quite familiar on short acquaintance. She saw the fish pole and became voluble. She told bow she loved to fish, and the fat man went out on the platform and counted telegraph poles to change his luck. Arriving at Greenwich he was driven to the Lenox House, where all the high-toned amateur fishermen stop. Mr. Hamilton, one of the proprietors, is an amateur. Mr. Perry, the other end of the firm, is a pro fessional; that is, you would judge so to hear him tell about the number of bass he caught. There are a number of fishermen now at the Lenox House, and after dispatching a fine meal the fat man joined the crowd on the veranda and waited for a chance to tell his first story, but like the letter sung in song, it never came. Charles Forbes, of New York, started out to tell how many pickerel he caught up in Maine one sum mer, but said he would will wait till he heard some of the others, as he didn’t wish to strain his reputation more than a point or two at tho present state of the market. Then Mr. Perry cut loose. He caught sixty five black bass and ten pickerel in two hours and thirty-seven minutes by the watch. “That’s nothing,” interrupted Judge San derson, of Hartford. “I’ll bet the wine that Ananias could double the number iu the same time.” “I’d like to know where the connection is between a fish story and Ananias?” asked Perry. “I only judge from the reputation An anias hail for stretching the truth. He was such a terrible liar that he must have been a dandy fisherman.” After the laugh subsided, the fat man tried to work in his st&ry, but a lady clad in snowy muslin, with a truthful look in her eyes, spoke up: “I can tell a bigger fish story than any of you gentlemen.” “Let’s have it,” was the chorus. “My corsets are made from whalebone taken from the jaw of the whale that swal lowed Jonah.” There were no more fish stories told. Sunday was appropriately observed. The ladies sat on the piazzas and talked about nothing. The men lolled about under the shade trees reading the papers or played penny ante out in the barn. The church bells tolled and Greenwich people who have fot good clothes went to divine worship. 'he fat man ate so much that. he slept all day and dreamed of the wonderful things that Explorer .Stanley found in the water in Africa. He set his alarm clock to go off at 5 a. m. on the glorious Fourth, but he was up long before that. A boy threw a giant cracker into the window that smelled like Barren Island and made a noise loud enough to raise the dead. The fishing party, which consisted of Mr. Hamilton, Judge Sanderson, and the fat man, hurriedly breakfasted and clinilxxl into a carryall that rivaled the deacon’s One boss shay. Just as the party started Mr. Perry, accompanied by a colored porter, came round the corner of the house. Mr. Perry wanted to go but couldn’t, and the colored man didn’t want to go but had to. He carried a 40-pound watermelon, and as he put it in the wagon ho looked up at the Judge with a grin. “Well, sir?” the Judge shouted. “Good mawnin’, Judge, good mawnin’.” “What are you grinning at, sir?” “Ise not grinnin’, sah.” “Yes, sir, you are, sir; do I look ludicrous enough to laugh at?” “No, sah.” i ‘Well, what are you grinning at then?” “I was jis’ finkin’ what a monstrous fine time you’s gwiue to have eutin’ dat yar watermillion, dat’s all, sah.” Henry Buekhart, cashier of the Fourth National Bank, who has the record on bull heads, R. J. Mills, who built the Second avenue elevated road and was the champion at spearing eels in his boyhood, Joseph S. Case, of Wall street, who is the only man that can catch suckers with a hook, and Charles F. Forbes, of the Marvin Safe Com pany. whose St. Louis record on catfish has never been broken, got up early to see the fishermen off. It was a delightful ride in the cool, early morning, the robins chirping and the slant ing shadows of the rising sun made it very pleasant for the fat man who was in fear of evoluting into a grease spot. Six miles had been covered when the Judge began to swear. He had left his pistol. “Well, what of it? We are not going hunting,” said Hamilton. “No, but we will want a drink though.” It was agreed to go on to a little store two miles further whore liquids were sold. “Have you got any good whisky?” asked the Judge. “Waal, I shouldn’t wonder, mister. There’s some rye that I gin 12 shillin’s a gal lon tor in New York,” The fat man said a half pint was enough. A little beyond was a German’s house where bait was procured. The fat man, always on good terms with every body, patted tho dog on the head and met with a compound fracture of a $l2 pair of trousers. “Maypee negxt time, mine friend, you vill be introduces! init dot dog.” The party arrived at the lake, but could hire no boat. They fished around the edges for two hours, but caught nothing but snags, while a woman who hired the Inst boat was catching bass os fast as she could pull them in. “There’s a red-headed woman in that boat, ‘‘where’s your white horse?” asked Hamilton. It was the woman who sat in the same sent and asked the fat moil if it was hot enough for him. The fat man is now a firm believer In Jonahs and mascottes. The ride home was enlivened by the Judge telling stories and singing songs, brought out by the 12-shilling whisky. Colgate's Cashmere Bouquet. A white, pure, deliciously scouted toilet soap, which never roughens tho most deli cate skin. Mr. and Mrs. Bowser. From the Detroit Free Press. After supper the other evening Mr. Bowser pulled a lot of statements of account from his pocKet with great gravity of demeanor, and spreading them out on the centre-table be said: “Mrs. Bowser, do you see these?” “I do.” “Do vou know what they are?” “Why, they are the monthly accounts from tho grocer’s.” “Oh, they are! Well, I should say so! Do you know what this family lias de voured, wasted and given to the Polacks in the last month?" “I know that we have been very economi cal.” “Do’you! The grand footing is SO4, Mrs. Bowser—over #ls per week for a family of four, and one of them a baby and the other a hired girl with the dyspepsia! I am no miser, but I pronounce this an outrage!” “But I haven’t ordered anything extra, and I’ve tried to be very careful to buy close. ” “Mrs. Bowser, it’s your poor buying and poor management. You don’t know any more about running a house than I do of bossing a steamboat. Either that or else grocers are swindling mo, and I won’t stand it. Hereafter I shall do all the buying.” I gave the cook orders to tell him what she wanted, and next morning Mr. Bowser entered upon his duties. The first purchase lie marie was a bushel of potatoes front a peddler in front of tbo house He gave $1 10, and told the man where to carry them. When he came home to dinner the cook had to tell him: "I put that bushel of potatoes into three peeks, and then cut up the whole lot to get good ones enough for dinner.” The first thing to come up from the gro cery was a consignment of ten cans of pumpkin. This was followed by fifty pounds of evaporated apples and one hundred dozen clothes-pins. As nothing further appeared the cook boiled some potatoes, made a pumpkin pie and stewed some of the ap ples. When we went out to dinner Mr. Bowser looked around in astonishment. “Whatdoes this mean?” he finally de manded. “Why, it’s all you sent.” He couldn't gainsay that, and by and by he explained that he had saved fully $1 50 on his purchases by buying in such quanti ties. “You paid 10c. per can for pumpkin, while I get the lot for 7c.," he went on. “Thirty cents isn’t very much, but it is as good to me as to the grocer.” “Yes, but I bought about one can a month. You have enough here to last us three years.” “But I savod forty cents on the apples,” he protested. “We have used just two pounds in the last six months, Mr. Bowser. At that rate you have laid in a supply for two years.” There was a look of terror in his eyes and he dare not proceed to clothes-pins, nor say a word about the potatoes. I went down with him next morning, and as we halted in front of a grocery he called out: “Say, Green, a roast for dinner—two quarts strawberries —and—yum—say, a head of cabbage.” When we had driven away he said to me: “We were just eleven seconds in front of that grocery. You’d come down here and fool away half mi hour to givo the same order. You’ve got to be right up and down business with these fellows.” When we came to sit down to dinner we had roast pork and strawberries mid boiled cabbage. “I want to know what this means!” ex claimed Mr. Bowser, as he shoved back. “This is what you ordered, dear, and it didn't take but eleven seconds. You didn’t specify the sort of roast you wanted, and you didn’t tell the cook whether you wanted the cabbage boiled, fried or baked. You are running the kitchen, you know?” He swallowed a few mouthfuls, tried hard to change the subject, and after dinner he Went into the kitchen and said to the girl: “Hannah, I want sweet cakes, tarts, hot biscuit, raspberries and chipped beef for supper.” “Very well, sir.” “I’ll send up everything as I go down.” “Yes, sir.” ’About mid-afternoon a grocer’s wagon delivered a pound of cloves, a pound of cin namon and a beefsteak. When Mr. Bow ser came home to supper the cook called him into the kitchen and said: “Did you bring the baker’s bread sir?” “Why no, 1 told you we’d have hot bis cuit.” “But I’ve no flour.” “Then why didn’t j r ou say so?” “The missus always asks me, and you didn’t say a word. The lard is also out.” “But the beef?” “I can’t chip a raw beefsteak, sir. They probably misunderstood your order.” “And the tarts?’ “I had nothing to make ’em of, and in this country we don’t make sweet cake of cloves and cinnamon. AVhere’s them raspberries?” “I—l forgot ’em!” Mr. Bowser had the beefsteak,and I worked away on the ovajtoratod apples and a rem nant of the pumpkin pie. When we re tired to the sitting room Mr. Bowser did some hard thinking for awhile, and then observed: “Mrs. Bowser, you are a very poor buyer. ” “I presume so.” “And a very extravagant woman?” “Yes, dear.” “But, nevertheless, I cannot permit you to shirk the responsibilities of a wife and helpmeet. I’ve gone ahead for the last three days and shown you that this house can be run with half trie trouble and ex pense you have been to, and now I turn it over to you again. I think you will accept the lesson,” I did. I saw by the hills afterward that it cost him almost #lB for the three days, and we are holding most of the stuff yet for a fail gift to some orphan asylum. The Brand on Cain was not more fearful than are the marks of skin diseqpcs, and yet Dr. Fierce’s “Golden Medical Discovery” is a certain cure for all of them. 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SWIFT’S SPF.CIFIC. / HL.J&.X /*■ 11 1 y interest* CANCER, ye" Xp' Jr Diseases it Promptly and most effectively eradi- Ak J, rS\ * ™, remedy. , 0 Permanent ' y Cared by MILLINERY. rs EwlS i juinei n ; AT KROUSKOFF'S t Mammoth Millinery House. We are now offering immense lines of New Straw Hats, Ribbons, Feathers, etc., which are now being shipped daily by our New York buyer, and our Mr. KrouskofT, who is now North to assist in the selection of the Choicest Novelties in the Millinery Line. It is astonishing but a fact, that we sell fine Millinery cheaper than any retail store in New Y r ork. llow can we do it? Cannot tell. This is our secret and our suc cess. Perhaps on account of large clearing out purchases or perhaps from direct shipments from London or Paris—but no matter so long as the ladies have all the advantages in stock and prices. We are now ready for business, and our previous large stock will be increased, and we are now offering full lines of fine Milans in White and Colors, for Ladies, Misses and Children in an endless variety of shapes RIBBONS, RIBISONS, new novelties added and our regu lar full line entirely filled out. We knock bottom out in the price of Straw Goods. We continue the 'sale of our Ribbons at same prices as heretofore, although the prices have much advanced. We also continue to retail on our first floor at wholesale prices. B. TCHOTTBTvOTnT. IRON WORKS. KEHOE’S IRON WORKS, Broughton Street, from Reynolds to Randolph Streets, - - Georgia. CASTING OF ALL KINDS Xt LOWEST POSSIBLE PRICES. THE RAPIDLY INCREASING DEMAND FOR OUR SUGAR MILLS AND PANS I T AH Induced us to rrm nu fact tire them on a more extensive scale than Wpnp I 1 ever. To that end no iminw or oxporise lias been spared to muintain 5,34 their HIGH STANARD OF EXCELLENCE. O These Mills arc of the BEBT MATERIAL ANI) WORKMANSHIP, with heavy WROUGHT IRON SHAFTS (made long to prevent danger to the ft Eff operator), and rollers of the i**st charcoal pig iron, all turned up true. Tnev are heavy, strong and durable, run light and even, and are guaran teed capable of grinding the heaviest fully matured n jii* w.™ nu >■ fr - * * '.'PtiQ : Vi ~ ulwmß All our Mills arc fully warranted for one year. Cfljj ( t^ Otn the down. iSSSSr ■T/fgvj 3 |x)ssess smooth ness, durability and uniformity of WE GUARANTEE OUR PRICES TO BE AS LOW AS ANY OFFERED. A Large Stock Always on Hand for Prompt Delivery. Win. LCelioe <Nr Cos. N. B.—The name “ KEHOE’B IRON WORKS,’ is cast on all our Mills and Tana. ENGINES. BOILERS, ETC. . , / ’ Engines. Boilers. • ■ And Machinery of All Kinds. Simplest, Safest and Most Durable. All Machinery fully Guaranteed. Reliable Ma chinery at reasonable prices. Do not buy without first seeing us, or writing for our prices, naming Just what you want. Address RICHMOJ&rSrA. | TALBOTT & SONS, Macon, Ga. J. C. WRAVK’Ri MHnager. ■■■■■ 111,1 ■ DO WIN THEYGO: MATTINGS AT REDUCED PRICES AT LINDSAY So MORGAN’S. IN order to close out our Summer Stock wo are sdlin ■ STRAW MATTING AT VERY LOW PRICES. MOSQUITO NETS, REFRIGERATORS, BABY CARRIAGES, and all oilier season able goods MARKED DOWN TO PANIC PRICES. BODY BRUSSELS CARPETS at NINETY CENTS A YARD. Rheumatism and Neuralgia Kept Off by Using Glass Bed Rollers. Our General Stock is Complete. Call on us Early, LINDSAY & MORGAN. Jf>9 and 171 Rrougliton Street, Vale Royai Manuiacturing Cos. ga„ < MANUFACTURERS OF AND DEALERS IN Sash, Dus, ills, Mis, Pew Ends, And Interior Finish of all kinds, Mouldings, Balusters, Newel Posts. Estimates, Price Lists, Mould ing Books, and any information in our line furnished on application. Cypreas, Yellow Pine, Oak, Ash and Walnut LUMBER on hand and In any quantity, furnished promptly. VALE ROYAL MANUFACTURING COMPANY, Savannah, Ga GAS FIXTURES, HOSE, ETC. JOHN NICOLSON, Jr. DEALER IN Gas Fixtures, GLOBES & SHADES. PLUMBERS’, MACHINISTS* AND Mill Supplies* ENGINE TRIMMINGS, Steam X J acking, SHEET GUM, Want, Steal and Saction HOSE. IRON PIPES AND FITTINGS, Lift and Force Pumps. 30 and .iti Dravton St. AGRICULTURAL IMPLEMENTS. i ii gardes: Lawn Mowers, Three Sizes, Ladies’ Garden Hoes, Hand Plows, Hedge Shears, Pruninng Scissors and Knives, Garden Trowels and Weeders, Fountain Pumps, Rubber H ose and Reels, —rOR SALK BY Palmer Bros US and 150 Congress Street. BUTTER. BEST Table Butter % ONLY i 25c. per db. STM IS, 22 and 22 1-2 Barnard St HAMS. ASK YOUR GROCER FOP KHD BREAKFAST BACON. O JsfS GEIiU INE **ARINQ OUR PATENTED TRAOI-MANKt, A LIQ>|T METALLIC) CAL, ATTACHED TO TH* STRiNO, AMO THK •I Hi PEL) CANVAS, All IN THE MT. HARDWARE. EDWARD LOVELL TM. HARDWARE, Iron and Turpentine Tools. Office: Cor. State ant] Whitaker street*. Wareboure: 138 am] 140 State street. > RU IT. PEACHES! Received in large quanti ties daily. In packages to suit all buyers. For Sale Very Cheap A. H. CHAMPION. RUSTLESS IROI PIPE. EQUAL TO GALVANIZED PIPE, AT MUCH LESS PRICK. Weed & Cornwell. 5