The morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, October 02, 1887, Page 5, Image 5

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REMORSE. An August moonlit evening on the sea; The summer sky bent over soft ami clear; \ tender ’.nice said in mv willing oar. • Love, thou art. mine to all eternity." \ml Paradise seemed opened wide to me. tdm e that sweet hour has tled'one little year Tne furrowed deep. cold, desolately drear, A dirge to vanished joy moans eear.eles.sly. if Death had made tnis change l could be brave, And nil my life more beautiful should grow j.y.r his dear sake whose heart was wholly mine. Now day and night I his forgiveness crave, Who robbed his manhood of its roseate glow, And made life one harsh round of discipline. Alice Gray Cowan. A DEFENSE. Why do you blame me that I keep My child-heart still in older years? Too"soon we cease to laugh or weep With the old tender hopes aud tears. Ah 1 rather should we joy to find We have not lost so fair a good The straight simplicity of mind Of which Love said, in reverent mood— , “To such as these in heart are given 'The kingdom and the ways of Heaven.” — D. F. />., in Murray's Magazine. A DRAWN GAME. Edgar Allen Johnson was sitting on a May afternoon, in the private room of his office in Exchange court, in the city of Liverpool. The sunlight slanted across a sleek brown head, and made the splendid diamond which adorned the little finger of liis left hand sparkle. Mr. Johnson’s was an aristocratic hand, slender and white, for the possession of which he was indebted to some remote ancestor whoso namo was not Johnson. “Gentleman” was stamped upon every feature of his calm, clean-shaved, ex pressionless face.f But “scoundrel,” by some unaccountable omission on the part of na ture, was not written there. His features, though well-shaped, were small. After a time he desisted from his occupa tion of absently covering the blotting-pad before him with the ink dots, and rising abruptly, took up his position on the hearth rug with his back to the fireplace. He was a tall man, slimly built, with a well-poised head and square shoulders; and as the light fell more strongly upon his face, it was noticeable that his eyes—which were blue and very closely set together—were clear and guileless as a little child’s. He found those eyes very useful upon occasions; Useful beyond the ordinary use of eyes. They were eyes that could look straigat into yours while their owner was concocting or relating statements or incidents which might be wholly false. They had had a good deal of practice. He was 30 years old, ■and during all his life he had never yet told the truth when a lie would do as well. I The glib falsehood flowed from his tongue •with a smoothness and air of truth which would have deceived, and did deceive, the most wary and suspicious of the fascinating Johnson’s friends and associates. In the eyes of the commercial world Mr. Johnson was a rich man. In the eyes of liis confidential clerk and himself his firm was on the brink of ruin. Nothing short of a miracle could save it, and Edgar knew that the days of miracles were pas;. He was evidently thinking deeply as he stood there on this May afternoon. His forehead was contracted, his thin, well-cut lips pressed closely togetiier. Suddenly an indescribable agitation passed over his fea tures, accompanied by a quiver slight and fleeting as the trembling of a calm lake stirred by some passing breeze. He ad vanced quickly toward the table and touched a small bell which stood thereon. A clerk entered the room. “Saunders, a hansom.” “Yes, sir;” and the door closed again. Mr. Johnson got into his light overcoat, drew on his gloves in the calm, gentlemanly way in which he did most things, took up his hat and stick, w r ent down stairs, and leisurely entered the hansom, which he di rected to a certain house in James street. The most prosperous firms sometimes carry on their business in the dingiest of offices, and the firm of Levi, Dorrell & Cos., brokers and shipowners, bore this out faithfully. It was a very prosperous firm, mid had during the past year made some very lucky speculations. Mr. Johnson, having instructed the coach man to wait, threaded the tortuous maze of passages which led to the sanctuary where 1 Aivi & Cos. transacted their mighty busi ness and made their piles of gold. He handed his card to the sunny looking clerk, and, after a minute’s delay, was shown into the room where, in attitudes of conscious wealth and power, sat the senior partner, Mr. Levi, and his colleague, Mr. Dorrell. Mr. Levi was short, stout, dark, with tne features of his race, and an eye which in a horse would have been called wicked. Mr. Dorrell was also dark, but tall and thin, v, ell-shaped and gentlemanly. The thihi occupant of the room, seated at a distant desk in a corner, a Mr. Skimp—presumably the “Cos.” He was, however, a mere echo of the senior partners, and never appeared to take any active part in the business of the firm. He did not even look up as Mr. Johnson entered, but went on writing with a very audible quill pen Mr. I>*viand Mr. Dorrell were rather im pressed by the manner and bearing of their visitor, who had an air of deferential aud dignified courtesy which told in his favor at once. The partners were surprised to learn that he was only a cotton broker. After a few preliminary remarks —in which, as his name, calling and place of business were chiefly concerned, Mr. Johnson did not find it necessary to employ his inventive talent— he proceeded to enter into the particulors of his projected business with Levi & Cos. “I understand,” Mr. Levi, he said, with his clear blue eyes fixed upon the “glittering monocule” which added lustre and efficacy to Mr. Levi’s left eye, “that you grant ad vances upon cargoes in transit, if shipped in your vessels. I think,” he continued ilepre cratingly, “I need not mention the position my firm holds in the mercantile world; but., like many others in these times, my capital is locked up to a degree which prevents my extending tny business as I should like.” “Quite so, assented Mr. Darrell, blandly. “Quite so,” said a faint echo-like voice from the corner desk. Mr. Levi bowed slightly, and indicated a wish that Mr. Johnson should proceed. Mr. Johnson crossed one leg lightly over the other, and went on; “I have been in the habit of shipping cot ton from Alexandria by the vessels of Jones & Cos.; but if you, gentlemen, can see your way to make me the necessary ad \ ances on cargoes, I propose transferring my business to your firm. At present I have 2,000 bales of cotton ready to ship here from Alexandria, for which I want an ad vance of £20,000. This only, of course, on your receipt of the usual bills of lading from Alexandria; and,” with a courtly bow, “should you desire to make any inquiries regarding the standing of my firm, etc., I trust that you will find all things satisfac tory.” “We know your firm well by reputation, Mr. Johnson,” said Mr. Levi, “though we have not had the pleasure of knowing you personally until to-day.” “Then,” said Mr. Dorrell, “after duo in quiries—which jn your case, Mr. Johnson, are a matter of form—we shall bo pleased to make you the required advance on receipt of the formal bills of lading from our agents in Alexandria.” Mr. Johnson bowed gracefully and took his departure. That night Mr. Johnson had important Imsinesp, which detained him in his private office until the small hours of the morning. He was writing, not in his usual rapid and continuous stylo, but laboriously a id halt ingly. Hud you stood liehiml his chair for a second, you would have awn that he was carefully copying a signature, which read thus: “Abdul. Pinero,” He spam Ino pains wild his work, and it was long after mid night when lie leaned back in nts chair and inpsected the result of his labors with keen scrutmy aud critical approval. The imita tion was perfect. It had been a trouble some signature to copy. Abdul had an awkward trick of spreading the capital P backward and entwining it round his Chris tian name in a style which was rather a ticklish thing to imitate; but it was not too ticklish for Edgar Allen Johnson —few things wore. Having locked this precious document, with a duplicate—and also the genuine bill of lading from which he had copied the signature—carefully into his safe, h® tore up and burned the various spoiled aud smeared sheets of letter paper which lay about the floor. Then he turned out the lights, locked the door, and went down stairs. As he walked along the almost deserted street her took out a cigar and lit it. And as the match sprung into sudden brilliancy it lii hted up his fare, and showed that the exp ession on every feature was as serene and tranquil as if his night's work had not baeii\the preparation for a dastardly crime. He did not go direct home, but strolled down by the river, and finished two more cigars. * He carelessly threw a shilling to a little crouching blue-lipped beggar lad who stood shivering in the chill May wind on the pavement. “God bless you, sir,” gasped the aston ished waif, gratefully. Two days later, he received a note from Messrs. Levi <St Cos., requesting him to call —a request with which he lost no time in complying. The interview was brief, and conceded all he wished. The firm was will ing to grant him the advance he required— upon the receipt of the duplicate b.lls of lading from Alexandria, which they now awaited. Mr. Johnson took his leave, and repaired to his office, where he told one of his clerks, in a pre-occupied tone, to address an envel ope, the forged bill of lading,and sealed it up. Then be wrote a long gossipy letter to a friend in Alexandria —an easy-going, “head-in-the-clouds” kind of fellow, who would suspect nothing—and in a postscript asked him, as a special favor, to post the en closed letter for him in Alexandria on the dav when the ship “Estrella ’ was “cleared.” Having dispatched this letter, he strolled along to Castle street, and gave orders at a certain shop where he was not in the habit of dealing for a small, iron-bound box, to be made aud sent to his rooms with as little delay as possible. Three weeks later Mr. Johnson was again in Messrs. Levi & Co.’s office. The bill of lading had been received, aud all prelimi naries having been satisfactorily arranged, and the necessary documents as to interest having been duly signed, Mr. Levi drew his check book toward him and signed a check for £20.000. “And I trust, Mr. Johnson,” he said, pom pously, as he tore off the precious slip, “that though it is our first transaction, it may not be our last.” “Our last!” repeated the echo in the cor ner. Mr. Johnson bowed with grace; but as he took the paper from Mr. Levi’s hand, that gentleman might have noticed that John son's hands shook. The Estrella was signalled in due course, and Messrs. Levi & Cos. dispatched a clerk to the docks for the ship’s papers. The captain was on deck as the clerk — who, by the way, was named Davis—crossed the gangway. “Good morning, Capt. Marsh,” he said, pleasantly. “Good morning,” returned the captain, gruffly. “Had a fine passage ?” pursued Davis. “Middling.” “Rather a heavy cargo this time, haven’t you r “No, lighter than usual.” “But,” said Davis, with an air of sur- Erise, “you have got 2,000 balesof cotton on oard froii'iPinero & Cos.” “Haven’t a bale of cotton on board,” re turned the captain. “What!” said the astonished clerk. “Are you sure?” “Sure? Of course I’m sure,” answered the captain, in surly tones. “Who should know, if I don’t?” “Well, I may just go back again,” said Davis. “YoiSd better,” observed Capt. Marsh, grimly ; “you’ll not find what you’re looking for here.” Davis made his way back to his employ ers’ office, and with considerable trepidation informed them of the non-arrival ot the ex pected cargo. Dorrell turned pale, and Levi became perfectly green. “Theremust be soni i mistake!” said the former, hurriedly. “I don’t know,' I’m sure, sir,” stammered the clerk. “Don’t you, you idiot!” roared Mr. Levi. “Who expected you to know? Leave the room!” A hurried telegram was dispatched to the agents in Alexandria; and in the course of a few hours the answer was flashed back: “No such consignment dispatched to you. Some mistake.” The partners looked at each other agakst. “Holy Abraham!” gasped Mr. Levi. “Good heavens!’’ ejaculated Mr. Dor rell. “Good heavens!” echoed the Cos. In five minutes Mr. Levi was driving fu riously up to Exchange Court, where, it is needless to say, he did not find any one con nected with the firm. The door leading to the offices was locked, aud a card neatly tacked on it, bearing the inscription: “On the Continent for an indefinite pe riod.” Upon reading this announcement Mr. Levi bust into the next office with such sud den violence that the clerks jumpod from their stools in dismay; but he learned, in an swer to his almost inarticulate inquiries, that the office of Johnson & Cos. had been closed for rather more than a week. Upon arriving in James street, Mr. Levi was in a state of ’agonized rage and excite ment baffling description He was a sin gularly choleric old gentleman, and he threw himself into his chair, flinging his hat upon the ground. “We’ve been swindled!” he almost shout ed, excitedly. “Swindled!” “Swindled!” echoed the Cos., faintly. Mr. Dorrell sat for a few minutes pale and silent; but in all firms of two or more part ners there is usually one who talks, and one who acts; and in this firm Mr. Dorrell was always the one who acted. “We hail better send for Bolton,” he said at last; and Bolton, the celebrated detective, was sent for. Bolton said little, but listened gravely and respectfully to Mr. Dorrell’s calm state ments, and with seeming sympathy to Mr. Levi’s incoherent ravings. Mr. Skimp meekly ventured the remark that “he hadn’t thought much of Johnson from the first,” which irritating remark was repaid by the senior partner with a withering glance at Skimp, which caused him to sub side into his corner. All the documents were produced and carefully examined by Bolton, who, after the manner of his kind, looked inscrutable, aud said very little. The affair was placed entirely in his hands, and after some days’ inquiry tho firm of Levi & Cos. found that • they hail been very successfully swindled; all tho documents being forgeries. Mr. Levi’s check had been cashed on the day it was received, all in Bank of Eng land notes, none of which had been passed or changed in Liverpool. The inference was that Mr. Johnson had taken them with him to London witli tho intention of chang ing them into gold. It was for this pur pose, Mr. Bolton said, that the previously mentioned iron-bouud box had been ordered by the thoughtful and accomplished Mr. Johnson-£20,000 in gold being, as the de tective dryly remarked, rather an awkward slim to carry about on the person. It was also ascertained that Mr. Johnson had left his rooms more than a week ago at a late hour in the evening, and that a gentleman answering his description hod, on that same evening, taken the night express for Lon don Upon hearing these details Mr. delivered himself of some flue Hebrew’s ex pl“But how,” said Mr. Dorrell, “did he get Pinero’s signature to copy T “A simple matter,” replied the fleteotive. “He badiiad some small shipping transac tions with Pinero & Cos. before, which en abled him to possess himself of one or two of their forms of bills of lading. This THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, OCTOBER 2, 1887. plot was not hatched in a few days believe me.’’ “The scoundrel!” stormed Mr. Levi, with several strong and effective adjectives. “I’ll trace him, PU hunt him down, if I spend everv penny I have in the world. Find him, Bolton, and I will make your for tune.'’ Mr. Bolton did his best, and it was usally a very good “best.” He traced him first to London, then to Paris, then to Iron, and thus across the Spanish frontier, beyond which it was, of course, useless to follow him. The celebrated detective therefore re turned to Liverpool, baffled and considera bly crestfallen, and presented himself once again in Messrs. Levi & Co.’s office, and with unwelcome tidings. “Follow him through Spain; drag him back by force —drag him to the dock l ” al most screamed Mr. Levi. “Dock?” echoed Mr. Skimp, faintly. Mr. Dorrell and Mr. Bolton, between them, concocted a subtler plan, which was finally adopted. “Spare no expense,” were Mr. DorreU's last words to the detective. We give you carte blanche —but, bring him back with you!” “I will do my best,” said Mr. Bolton, aud bowed himself out. * * * * * * * Two men'were lounging, one hot August evening, on the veranda of the Fonda Ala meda. at Malaga Both were smoking, and from their conversation they were evidently recent acquaintances. “Yes,” the elder of the two men was say ing with a strong American twang, “I’m traveling for pleasure. I’ve made a pretty tall sum in mining, and I mean to enjoy myself. I intend running pretty well over Europe during the next month. I don’t take sudden fancies, now, as a rule,” he went on, “but I’ve taken a fancy to you. I like your sort. What did you say your name was ?’’ “I didn’t say,” answered the other, in clear high-bred tones; “but my name is Frederick Steyne.” “Thank you. Mine is Kemp—Josiah Washington Kemp—at your service. Here's my card. You are an Englishman, I calcu late?’’ “Yes. You are an American, I pre sume?" “That’s so,” returned the other, sticking his thumbs in the armholes of his waist coat “Josiah Washington Kemp, of New York city, United States. I guess you are traveling for pleasure, too, Mr. Steyne?” “Well, no,” said the person addressed, carefully selecting afresh cigar: “1 am only here on a little matter of business. A relative of mine—an uncle, in fact —died here lately, and left me a small fortune. I thought of starting business either here or in iSeville.” Mr. Steyne’s blue eyes, as he spoke, looked clear and guileless as a child's. He was a tall, well-made man, with a short, fair beard and heavy, fair moustache. His manners were exceedingly winning; his hands were slender and white, with filbert nails. His companion was tall, too, but stoutish and dark, with a clean shaved lip and jaw, and a pointed black beard. He looked at Mr. Steyne attentively as that gentleman ■nonchalantly lit his cigar. He admired the perfect repose of his manners—his utter tranquillity and self-possession. So very English! “I feel we are going to be friends,” he said, as Mr. Steyne handed him a cigar from an exquisitely mounted case. “I’m sorry now we didn’t get to know each other sooner. I've been here for three days.” Then he went on to give his companion a frank and rambling account -of his life and adventures, and how he had made his “pile. Altogether he was very communi cative And Mr Steyne soon became confidential, too, telling how he had come out to Spain six years before, how he had lived for the last three years in extreme poverty aud ill-health, and how thankfully he had hailed the small windfall which had lately befallen him. Ho spoke, too, in affecting terms of a much-beloved younger brother who had died of cholera tho preceding sum mer, and whose death had been an acute and terrible grief to him “You haven’t been in England lately, I suppose!” said Mr. Kemp, looking at tentively at a very pretty little Spanish girl who was crossing the street be low. “Oh, no,” replied the other. “I have not seen England since I left it six years ago. I hadn’t the means, even if I had wished it. Beside, I have no longer any interests there.” As he spoke he flicked the ashes from off his cigar and sighed. “Ah!” said the American. They talked on indifferent subjects until the clock struck eleven, then they parted for the night. As the days went on they became fast friends apparently, and one was rarely seen without the other. “Look here, Steyne, my boy,” said Mr. Kemp one afternoon as they sat in the shady veranda, “I have an ideal’ “Surely—fop Mr. Kemp—that is nothing uncommon,” observed Mr. Steyne, with a courteous smile. “I’ve been thinking,” went on Mr. Kemp. “You say you have never seen much of Mad rid. Neither have I; and l guess it’s an in teresting little place. Why shouldn’t we take a run up tuere together; not straight up, but doing all the places of interest on the way?” “My dear sir,” said Mr. Steyne, blowing a tiny curl of smoke into the air as he spoke, “you have misunderstood me, I fear. The little sum my uncle left me, though a for tune to me, does not admit of such extrava gance as you mention. Much as I should enjoy the trip—” “Booh!”broke in the other, brusquely, “don’t have any nonsense My dear Fred, excuse my calling you Fred: you’re so like a friend I once had I can’t look ou you as a stranger —I’ve more money than I know what to do with. Let me do the thing—l guess you’ll be doing me a fn -or, it's fiat enough traveling alone, and T tell you I don't know when I’ve felt so drawn to any one be fore. That’s so!” Mr. Steyne at this moment was leaning his elbow upon the bacK of his chair; his clear eyes fixed unwaveringly on the eager, good-natured face of his companion. It was an intense, penetrating gaze, and the American, after a second or two, said with not unnatural surprise— “ What are you looking at?” “I was trying to remember who you re minded me oi,” said the other. “I know now. ” Mr. Kemp poured out a full glass of Man zandia, alia took a iong drink before he spoke. “Yes?” he said then, interrogatively. “It was mi in Santander,” went, on Stej ne, dreamily. ‘‘ A man wus kil led there some months ago. He was knocked down by a runaway hors *. Your face reminds me of his.” “Ah,” said the other. “Well, what do you say to my little scheme? Will you come?” “My dear fellow,” replied Mr. Steyne, ob jectively, “I —I really should enjoy it ex tremely, hut you know—” “Then that’s settled,” said the American in brisk tones. “No, I’ll take no refusal. We’ll start this very day, or to-morrow. We’ll have a right royal time; aud we’ll give the Spaniards tits all around.” Mr. Steyne made no further objections. They did start the next day, and they cer tainly had a royal time. They went from Malaga to Granada, Cardova, Seville, Ba dajos, Ciufiad-Rcal, and Toledo, ami took countless other places en route. They vis ited the Alhambra by moonlight. They ogled lovely black-eyed senoriuts, they at tended bull fights by,day and masked balls by night, and they spent money like water. Finally they arrived in Madrid and took up their quarters at the Fondade Paris, iu the Puerto del Sol On the second day after their arrival in the Spanish capital, Mr. Kemp, who had been out for some time, entered the cool, marble-tiled apartment, where his traveling companion was stretched upon two chairs, with a cigar between his lips, and a small glass of curacoa at his elbow, and said, in accents of pleased surprise— “Now isn't this the most fortunate thing? I've just had this’’—holding out an open letter—“sent on from Toledo. It's from an old friend of mine—-a countryman too —he’s boon yachting about for the last few months, and is going to put m at Bayonne. He’s very anxious I should moot him there, and take a short cruise, and when he hoars that we are together he’ll be just as pleased to see you; he’s a regularly hospitable follow, and ns rich as a Jew. Let me see now. ’ running his eye over the letter; “wo 11 have just nlxmt time to get up there by the time he arrives. We’ll start at once. Ho says he has some very pretty girls on board, too. Why. Fred, it’ll lie a considerable bit of fun.” “1 hope you will enjoy your cruise. Kemp, my dear fellow,” said Mr. Steyne; but 1 aiq, sorry I cannot accompany you. 1 must really got buck to Malaga this week; I was just thinking so when you came in." “Pooh,” returned the other; "a eouple of weeks or so won’t make much difference. Your business can stand, I guess. We'll give up our rooms to-night and start in the morning.” “No, really,” persisted Mr. Steyne, "I couldn't think of intruding on your friend's little circle. It’s very kind of you, Kemp, but, really, I had rather not." “Oh, bosh! I won’t take any denial,” said Mr. Kemp, good-humoredly. “If you were once there, I bet I wouldn’t get you away again in a hurry,” he went on with a sly wink. “All the women would lull down and worship that Scnor liq/le.s way you have. You’re a sad fellow among the ladies, Fred.” But Fred’s mind was made up, apparently. Malaga, aud not Bayonne, was bis “ultima thule;” and not all the American’s persua sions, remonstrances, and finally bad lan guage had any effect upon his determination. "But, hang it all, why not?” said Mr. Kemp in exasperated tones, ns he sat astride on a chair, leaning his chin on the back aud looking puzzled and mortified. “Shall I tell you?” said the other, settling himself once more comfortably in his chair and leisurely lighting a fresh cigar. “I think you’ll admit that my reasons are very good ones. Have a cigar!” “No,” impatiently. “Well—your rea sons?” Mr. Steyne examined the end of his cigar attentively, and then said, fixing his clear eyes on his companion— "“l am indebted to you for a very enjoy able trip—l think quite the most enjoyable trip I ever had. You have been most generous—princely, indeed. I think I may say I shall never forget you, and should we meet again—which, unhappily, is, I tear, a remote chance—l trust we may renew our— hitherto—very pleasant intercourse —” “Yes—yes, that’s all very well,” inter rupted Mr. Kemp, with a wave of his baud. “But it's not to the point. I want to know why vou won’t go.” “I’m coming to that,” said the other, tranquilly "Unforeseen accidents some times happen. Your friend's yacht, for instance, might take a run over to England —while I was on board. Now, the climate of England doesn't suit me. That is one reason. The other reason is this. I like you—nay, lam fond of you—as Mr. Kemp, the American, in Spain—but,” in slow, deliberate tones, “I don’t think I should like you quite so well as Mr. Bolton, tho detec tive—across the frontier 1” For fully a minute there was a dead silence. Mr. Kemp—or rather Mr. Bolton— rose from his chair and moved mechanically to the window. He felt literally stunned and speechless with rage and chagrin— ad ded to the mortifying consciousness of being as completely “done” as if he had been tho veriest novice in his profession. “You look faint,” observed his companion, courteously. “Pray allow me to ring for some brandy. It will lie only a small item in Messrs. Levi & Co.’s already—l fear— rather heavy expenses!” Mr. Bolton felt as if ho could cheerfuly have strangled the calm, polished gentle manly looking villain, who leaned back in his chair with such easy, unstudied grace, and with that half mocking smile iu his deceitfully frank eyes. “You are an infernal scoundrel, Mr. Johnson 1” he gasped, as soon as he could speak—shaken out of all his usual imper turbable self-pcs session. Mr .Johnson shrugged his shoulders gent lv. * “Possibly,” he answered, with an exas perating smile. “Had I been otherwise, I will conclude that you would not have taken quite such an interest in me. Do have a cigar; you will find them really good. No? Then have a turn outside. You look rather upset.” Mr. Bolton left Madrid within an hour, but—he did not join his friend at Bayonne. Waverley Magazine. Lung Troubles and Wasting diseases can be cured, if properly treated in time, as shown by the following statement from I). C. Freeman, Sydney; “Having been a great sufferer from pulmonary at tacks, and gradually wasting away for the oast two years, it affords me pleasure to testify that, Scott’s Emulsion of Cod Liver Oil with IJme and Soda has given me great relief, and I cheerfully recommend it to all suffering m a similar way to myself. In addition, 1 would say that it is very pleas ant to toko.” STATIONERY, TOYS. ETC. fl USE Pirie’s English Cream Laid Notes Pirie’s Irish Linen Notes. Pirie’s Overland Mai Notes. Pirie’s Standard Notes. Pirie’s Azure Notes. Pirie’s Vellum Note's. Pirie’s Bank Notes. Pirie’s Mourning Notes. Envelopes Square or Long to Match. TJAPETERIES — 24 sheets of Paper and 24 1 Envelopes from 10c. up. Box Papers in Leather, Plush and Silk; ele gant for presents. Cards de Correspondence, plain aud mourning. Visiting Cards, latest styles, at Sch re i ner’s. ICE. ICE ! Now Is the time when every body wants ICE, and we want to sell It. PRICES REASONABLE! 20 Tickets, good for 100 Pounds, 75c HO Tickets, good for 700 Pounds, $5. 200 Tickets, good for 1,000 Pounds, $7. 50 Pounds at one delivery 30c Lower prices to largo buyers I C K Packed for shipment at reduced rates. Careful and polite service. Pull end liberal weight. KNICKERBOCKER ICE CO.j 14-4 r RA\ ST. GRAY fc O’BRIEN. MYSTICAL Mysteries of the Universe! Astronomers Stare in Ecstatic Wonder! Scientific Researches Crowned with Glory ! Learned Professors Dumfounded and Stupefied! The whole Population of Savannah Spell Bound at the Sight of the Newly Discovered Illuminator! The Aurora Borealis Forever Darkened! The Sun and Moon Partially Eclipsed! Jupiter, Venus, Mars and Saturn Hidden in the Twilight of Obscurity! The Beautiful Southern Cross Dimly Twinkles Behind the Trio of Magellan Clouds! Bright as a Ball of Fire Suspended in Space! The New and Brilliant Constellation! The Meteoric Show ers of Dazzling Brilliancy! The Electro Magnetic Exterminator of Natural and Artificial Light, is Located at No. 14=7 Brougiitoii Street, AND IS NAMED GRAY & OBRIEN’S Round which numerous Business Houses revolve as mere Satellites. This new and sparkling star of attraction has been brought into public prominence by the Galvanic-Electro- Magnetic-Hydraulic working brain of the Steam Engine Retail Dry Goods Men, Who are bound to shine with the force and intensity of a thousand calcium or electric lights. THE INDEFATIGABLE HEADLIGHTS (Surrounded by all sorts of struggling opposition) are stand ing up like men, with their shoulders to the wheel of determination, and revolving the most successful Retail Dry Roots Basiness io Mam Coaaty i Like an Albatross scaling the crest of the bounding bil lows, we flap our wings of success. The following is a very few of the attractions to be seen at our store: Elegant Combination Dress Patterns. Tricots in all the Prevailing Colors. Cashmeres in all the Pre vailing Colors. Diagonals in all the Shades. Stripe Dress Goods in all Colors. Plaid Dress Goods in all Colors. Boys’ Clothing, good fitting goods, at low figures. Black Goods Department B. Priestley & Co.’s Celebrated Fabrics, Melrose, Vene tian, Arrnure, Crepe Cloth, Drap d’Alma, and a good many other names of this Celebrated House. In fact we are the only specialty Black Goods store in this county. We have earned the name, and still maintain it. Big Assignee’s Sale in lew York. William Kinsely & Cos., Large Silk Importers, go under, and GRAY, as usual, ever on the alert to buy Bargains, gets a big slice of their silk stock, so those in need of a Black Rhadame, colored Rhadame, Satin DeLyons or Grosgrains, or Satins, or Surahs, will save money by giving us a call. As we claim, especially at this present time, to down any merchant in this county, as regards low prices, quality and the assortment. As regards Beaded Ornaments, Beaded Sets, Panels, Beaded Capes, we have them in all the colors, as well as the Black, and for quality and price can’t be beat elsewhere. You will find no nicer line of Buttons, Striped, Plain and Plaid Velvets. And no better matches for Dress Goods in all the desirable Trimmings, Linings, Buttons, Etc. Special for Monday Only. 15 Pieces, All Wool, 44-inch Tricots, at 48c.; Reduced from 65c. 20 Pieces, good heavy Canton Flannel, at 10c.; worth 15c. 13 Pieces, good heavy Twilled Red Flannel at 25c.; worth 35c. We triumphantly remain, energetically yours, GRAY & O BRIEN. Elegant Effects in Nice Fancy Flannels. Stock overflowing in Men and Boys’ Cassimeres. Underwear Department full up with Bargains. White Flannels at Bargains. Red Flannels at Bargains. Blankets, White, Red and Greys,at Manufacturers’ Prices Shawls, Wraps, Etc., offered at startling Low Prices. DRY GOODS. ETC. S 1 ’ECIAL' ANNOUNCEMENT! OPENING OF Fall and Winter Goods AT Mi & Dim’s, TO B. F. McKenna & Cos., 137 BROUGHION STREET. ON MONDAY MORNING We will exhibit the latest novelties in Foreign and Domestic Dress Roods, Black and Colored Silks, Black Cashmeres anil Silk Warp Henriettas, Black Nun’s Veiling, Suitable for Mourniug Veils. Mourning Goods a Specialty. .English Crapes and Crape Veils, Embroideries and Laces. Housekeepers’ Goods Irish Table Damasks, Napkins and Towels of the best manufacture, aim selected especially with a view to durability. C’oun ter panes and Table Spreads, Cotton Sheetings. Shirtings and Pillow Casings in all the best brands. Hosiery, Gloves. Handkerchiefs—Regularly made French and English Hosiery for la<ji<*3 ami children, Balbriggan Hosiery. Gentlemen A and Boys Half Hose, Indies’ Black Silk Hosiery, Kid Gloves. Ladies' and Gentlemen's Linen Handker chiefs In a great variety .*f fancy prints, and full lilies oi hemiuod-stitched and plain hem med White Handkerchiefs. Gentlemen's Launtlrh'd and Unlaundrled Shirts. Bays’ Shirts, Gentlemen's Collars and Cuffs, Ladies’ Collars and Cuffs. Corsets -Imported and Domestic, in great variety, and in the most graceful and health approved shapes. Vests -Ladies', Gentlemen's and Children’s Vests in fall and winter weights. Parasols The latest novelties in Plain and Trimmed Parasols. Orders All orders carefully and promptly executed, and the same care and attention given to the smallest as to the largest commis sion. Samples sent frt*e of charge, and goods guaranteed to lie fully up to the quality shown in sample. Sole agent for McCALL'S CELEBRATED BAZAR GLOVE FITTING PATTERNS. Any pattern sent post free ou receipt of price and measure. CROHAN & DOONER. HAVING RETURNED FROM MAKING FALL PURCHASES I WILL OFFER New anil Desirable Guilds FOR THE Fall Season FROM THIS DAY. I call special attention to my stock of Black Goods And invite an in**>t*w J. P. GERMAINE, 132 Broughton street, next to Furber's. GLOVES, HOSIERY. ETC." H. A. Dumas, 23 BULL STREET. FOR THE LADIES. Collars and Cuffs lCc. pair and up. Hemstitched Linen Handkerchiefs lOe. up. Regular Made Hose pair. School Haudkercniefs 25c. dozen. Children's Electric Gossamers $1 25. Ladies Electric Gossamers $1 35. All Wool Jerseys sl. Novelty Dress Braids yard. Ask to see the SILK CORD BRAID; iust out. Try OUR GUARANTEED KID GLOVES, *1 and up. The patent FOLDING BUSTLE is the favor ite. 85c. and 50c. And (jentlemen, Examine Our 4-ply Linen Collars at 12^<jc. Our 4 ply Linen C'uffs at 25c. Our Sul In Lined Scarfs at 25c. Our Brit sh (>tie-Half Hose at 15c. pair. Our Herastitcbe 1 Linen Hankerchlefs at 12W. Our line of Merino Vests at 26c upwards. Our line of Silk Handkerchiefs, 25c. and upward* Remember the place, LaFAK’S OLD STAND. H. A. DUMAS, 23 ST. GIKK ERIKS. THE Mulual Co-Operative Association, UNDER ODD FELLOWS’ HALL* —lB HEADQUARTERS FOR— New Mackerel, Household Ammonia, Cross & Blackwell’s Preserves, AND ANYTHING IN— Staple and Fancy Groceries. John R. Withington, Agt. HARDWARE. EDWARD I.UVELL A SONS HAVE MOVED BACK TO OLD STAND, 155 BROUGHTON STREEI. 5