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