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the dream,
by EMt. r J ZOLA.
AfTHOB JF ‘ L’ASSOMMOIB,” “NANA,”
“H!SMASTSR?ifiCK,” ETC., ETC.
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according to .vet of Congress in the year
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CHATTER X
Aftrt the civilians, the clergy began to
jnve the church, the lower orders coming
h st. All, in surplices, covered their
heads with their caps, under the porch;
and each one held a large, lighted wax
taper: those at the right, in their right
hand, aid those at the left in their
left hand, outside the rank, so there
•nos a double row of double flames, almost
(leadened by the brightness of the day.
First were representatives from the great
seminaries, the parishes, and then collegiate
churche.; then came the beneiieed clergy
men and clerks of the cathedral, followed
by the canons in white pluvials. In their
midst were the choristers in capes of red
silk, who chanted the anthem in full voice,
and to whom all the clergy replied in lower
cotes, the hymn, ‘'Tango Lingua,” was
grandly given. The street was now filled
with a rustling of muslin from the flying
winged sleeves of the surplices, whicu
stemed pierced all over with tiny stars of
tale gold from the flames of the candles.
“Oh!” at last Angeliqua half sighed,
“there is Saint Agues!”
She smiled at the saint, borne by four
clerks in white surplices, on a platform of
wmte velvet heaviiy ornamented with lace.
Each year it was like anew surpise to her,
as she saw her guardian angel t..us brought
out from the shadows where she had been
growing old for centuries, quite like another
person under the brilliant sunshine, as if she
were timid and blushing it, her robe of long,
golden hair. She was really so old, yet still
very young, with her small hands, her little,
slender feet, her delicate, girlish face,
blackened by time.
But monscigneur was to follow her. Al
ready the swinging of the censers could be
heard coming from the depths of the
church.
There was a slight murmuring of voices
1 as Angelique i epeated:
“Monseigneur, monseigneur,” and with
her eyes still upon the saint who was going
by, she recalled to mind at this moment the
old histories. The noble Marquesses d’
Hautecoeur delivering Beaumont from the
plague, thanks to the intervention of
Agnes: then Jean V. ajid all those of his
race coming to kneel before her image, to
pay their devotions to the saint, and she
seemed to see them all, the lords of the
miracles, coming one by one like u line of
princes.
A large space had been left empty. Then
the chaplain charged with the care of the
erozier advanced, holding it erect, the
curved part being toward him. Afterward
came two censer bearers, who walked
backward and swung the censers gently
from side to side, each one having near him
an acolyte charged with the incense box.
There was a little difficulty before they
succeeded in passing by one of the divisions
ot the door, the great canopy of royal
scarlet velvet, decorated witu a heavy
fringe of gold. But the delay was short,
order was quickly re-established, and the
designated officials took the supports in
hand. Underneath, between his deacons
of honor, monseigneur walked, bareheaded,
his shoulders covered with a white scarf,
the two ends of which enveloped his hands,
which bore the Holy Sacrament as high as
possible, and without touching it.
Immediately the incense bearers resumed
their places, and the censers sent out in
haste, fell back again in unison, with the
little silvery sound of their chains.
But Angelique started as she thought
where had she ever seen anyone who looked
like monseigneur 1 She certainly knew his
face beiore, but had never been struck by
it as to-day! All heads were bowed in
solemn devotion. But she was so uneasy,
she simply bent down and looked at him.
He was tall, slight and noble-lookiug; su
perb in his physical strength, notwith
standing his 60 years. His eyes were pierc
ing as those of an eagle, his nose, a little
prominent, only seemed to increase the
sovereign autnority of his face, which was
somewhat softeued by his white hair, that
was thick and curly. She noticed the pal
lor of his complexion, and it seemed to her
as if he suddenly flushed from some un
known reason. Perhaps, however, it was
simply a reflection from the great golaen
rayed sun which he carried in his covered
hands, and which placed him in a radiance
pf mystic light
Certainly he to-day made her think of
someone, but of whom! As soon as he left
the church, monscigneur had commenced a
psalm, which ho recited in a low voice, al
ternating the verses thereof with his dea
cons. And Angelique trembled when she
saw him turn bis eyes towrard the window,
for he seemed to her so severe, so haughty
end so cold, as if he were condemning the
vanity of all earthly affection. He turned
his face toward the three bands of ancient
embroidery—Mary and the Angel, Mary at
the foot of the Cross, Mary being borne to
Heaven—and his face brightened. Then he
lowered his eyes and fixed them upon her,
but she was so disturbed she could not tell
whether his glance was harsh or gentle; at
all events it was only for a moment, for
quickly regardiug the Holy Sacrament, his
expression was lost in the light which came
frem the great golden vessel. The censers
still swung back and forth with a measured
rhythm, while a little blue cloud mounted
in the air.
But Angelique’s heart now beat so rapidly
she could scgicoly keep still. Behind the
canopy she had just seen a chaplain, his
h get s covered with a scarf, who was carry
ing the mitre as devoutly as if it were a
sacred object, Saint Agnes flying heaven
ward with the two angels, the work of her
hsnds, and into each stitch of which she had
put such deep love. Then, among the lay
men who followed, in the midst of func
tionaries, of officers, of magistrates, she
recognized Felieien in the front rank,
slight and graceful, with his curly hair, his
rathe large but straight nose, and his
black eyes, the expression of which was at
the same time proud and gentle. She ex
pected him; she was not at ail surprised to
find him transformed into a prinoe, her
heart simply was overflowing with joy. To
the anxious look which he gave her, as nf
imploring forgiveness for his falsehood, she
replied by a lovely smile.
, “But look!” exclaimed Hubertine, aston
ished at what she saw, “is not that the
young man who came to our house about the
mitre I"
She had also recognized him and was
much disturbed, when, turning toward the
, v °ung girl, she saw the latter transfigured,
m ecstacy, avoiding a reply.
“Then he did not tell us the truth about
himself? But why? Do you know the rea
spnf Tell me, my dear, do you know who
this young man is?”
Yes, perhaps in reality she did know. An
inner voice answered all these questions.
But she dared not speak; she was unwilling
•oask herself anything. At the right time
*nd at the proper place the truth would lie
made clear. She thought it was approach
es. and felt an incrouse of pride, of spirit
end of great lore.
"But, what is it? What has happened f’
“M Hubert, as he bent forward and
touched the shoulder of his wife.
was never present at the moment of
an ■ i-currence, ’ but always appeared to
omqo from a reverse to the realisation of
whit* • nssed about him. When the young
man was pointed out to him, he did not
revguize him at all.
“Is it lie; I think not. No, you must be
mistaken: it is not he.”
Then Hubertt ie acknowledged that she
was not quite sure. At all events, it was as
well to talk no more about it, but she
would i. form herself later on. But the
process on, which nod stopped again in
order that monseigneur might incense the
Holy Sacrament, which was placed among
the verdure of a temporary altar at t..e
ooi ner of the street, was now about to move
on, again; and Angelique, whose hands
seemed lost in the basket on her lap, sud
denly in her delight nd confusion made a
quick movement, and carefully threw out
a great quantity of the perfumed petals.
At that instant Felieien anproached. The
leaves fell like a little shower, and at last
two of them fluttered, balanced themselves,
then quietly settled down on his hair.
It was over. The canopy had disappeared
round the corner of the Grand Rue, the end
of the cortege wert by, leaving the pave
ments deserted, hushed" as if quieted > y a
dreamy faith, iu the rather strong exhala
ti nof crushed roses. Yet one could still
hoar in the distance, growing weaker and
weaker by degrees, the silvery sound of the
little chains of the swinging censers.
“Oil! mother!” said At gelique, pleading
ly, “do let us go into the church, so as to see
them all as they come hack?”
Hubertine’s first impulse was to refuse.
But she, for her own part, was very anxious
to ascertain what she could about Folicien,
so she replied:
“Yes, after a while, if you really wish to
do so.”
But they must, of course, wait a little.
Angelique, afrer going to her room for her
hat, could not ki ep still. She returned
every minute to the great window, which
was still wide open. She looked at the end
of the street inquiringly, then she lifted her
eyes as if seeking something m space itself;
and so nervous was she that she spoke
aloud, as she mentally followed the proces
sion step by step.
“Now, they are going down the Rue
Basse. Ah! see, they must be turning ou
the square before the Sous Prefectuie.
There is no end to all the long streets iu
Beaumont la Ville. What pleasure can
they take in seeing Saint Agnes, I would
like to know. All these petty tradesmen!”
Above tnem, in the heavens, was a deli
cately rose-tinted cloud, with a band of
white and gold around it, and
it seemed as if from it there
came a devotional peace and a hush
of religious expectation. In the immobility
of the air one realized th&t all civil life was
suspended, as if God had left his house, and
everyone whs awaiting his return beiore
resuming their daily occupations. Oppos to
them the blue draperies of the silversmith,
and the red cprtain3 of the wax-chaiidler,
still barred the interior of their shops and
hid the contents from view. Tne streets
seemed empty; there was no reverberation
from one to the otner, except that of the
slow march of the clergy, whose progress
could easily be realized from every corner
of the town.
“Mother, mother, I assure you that now
they are at the corner of the Rue Magloire.
They will soon come up the hill.”
Hue was mistaken, for it was only 6:30
o’clock, and the procession never came back
before a quarter past 7. She would have
known well, had she not been over impa
tient, that the canopy must be only at the
lower wharf of the Ligueul. But she was
too excited to think.
“Oh! mother dear! do let us hurrv, or we
mr.y not find any places.”
“Come, make haste then, little one!” at
last Hubertine said, smiling in spite of her
self. “We shall certainly be obliged to wait
a great while, hut never mind.”
"As for me, I will remain at home,” said
Hubert. "lean take down and put away
the embroidered panels, and then I will set
the table for dinner.”
The church seemed empty to them, as the
Blessed Sacrament was no longer there.
All the doors were wide open, like those of
a house in complete disorder, where one is
awaiting the return of the master. Very
few persons came in; the great altar alone,
a sarcophagus of the severe Romanesque
style, glittered as if burning at the end’ of
the nave, covered as it was with stars from
the flame of many candles; all the rest, of
the enormous building, the aisle, the chap
els and the arches, seemed filled with
shadow under the coining on of the evening
darkness.
Slowly, in order to gain a little patience,
Angelique and Hubertine walked around
the edifice. Low down, it seemed as if
crushed, thickset columns supported the
semi-circular arches of the side aisle. They
walked the whole length of the dark chap
els, which were buried almost as if they
were crypts. Then, when they crossed
over, before the great entrance portal, un
der the triforium of the organ, they had a
feeling of deli verance as they raised their
eyes toward the high, gothic windows of the
nave, which shot up so gracefully above the
heavy Romanesque coursed work. But
they continued by the southern side aisle,
and the feeling of suffocation returned
again. At the cross of the transept, four
enormous pillars made the four corners, and
rose to a great height, then struck off to
support the roof. There was still to be
found a delicate purple-tinted light, the
farewell of day through the rose windows
of the side fronts. They had crossed the
three steps which led to the choir, and they
turned by the circumference of the apsis,
which was the very oldest part of the build
ing, and seemed most sepulchral. They
stopped one moment and loaned ag linst the
anaient grating, which entirely surrounded
the choir, and which was most elaborately
wrought, that they might look at the flam
ing altar, where each sej urate light was re
flected in the old polished oak of the
stalls, most marvelous stalls, covered with
rare sculptures. Bo at last they came back
to the p unt from which they started, lift
ing up their heads as if they breathed
more freely from the bight of the nave,
wtiich thagrowing shades of night drove
farther away,and enlarged the old walls,
on which were faint remains of paintings
and of gold.
“I know perfectly well that we are alto
gether too early,” said Hubertine.
Angelique,|without replying, said, as if to
herself:
“How grand it is!”
It really seemed to her as if she hart never
known the church before, but that she had
just seen it for the first time. Her eyes
wandered over the motionless sea of chairs,
then went to the depth of the chapels,
whore she could only imagine were tombs
and old funereal stones, on account of the
increased darkness therein. But she saw at
last the Chapel Hautecoeur, where she recog
nized the window which had been re
paired, with its Saint George, and that now
looked vague as a dream, iu the dusk. She
was unusually happy.
At last there was a gentle shaking
through the whole building, aud the
great clock struck. Then the bell began to
ring,
“Ah, now,” she said, “look, for they are
really coming up the Rue Magloire.”
This time it was indeed so. A crowed in
vaded the church, the aisles were soon
filled, and one realized thateach minute the
procession approached nearer and nearer.
The noise increased with the pealing of the
bells, with a certain rushing movement of
air by the great entrance, the portal of
which w as wide open.
Angelique. loaning on Hubertine’s shoul
der, made herself as toll as possible by
standing upon the points of her feet, as she
looked toward this arched open space, the
roundness or whose top was perfectly de
fined in the pale twilight of the Place du
Cloitre. The first to appear was, of course,
the bearer of the cross, accompanied by his
two acolytes with their candelab a; and be
hind them, the master of ceremonies hur
ried along—the good Abbe Cornille, who
now soemed quite out of breath and over
come by futigue. At the threshold of the
door, th > silnouette of each new arrivul
was thrown out for a second, clear and
strong, then panned quicklv away in the
darknesi of the intenor. There were the
laymen, the schools, the associations, the
fraternities, whose Danners, like sails,
wavered for an instant, then suddenly van
ished m the shade. One saw again the cal*
IHE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 1888.
“daughters of Mary,” who, as they entered,
still sang with thuir voices like those of
seraphim.
The cathedral had room for all. The
nave was slowly tilled, the men being at
the right and the women at the left. But
night had come. The whole place outside
was dotted with bright points, hundreds of
moving lights, aud soon it was the turn for
the clergy, the tapers that were held outside
the ranks making a double yellow cord as
they passed through the door. The tapers
seemed endless as they succeeded each other
and multiplied themselves; the great sem
inary, the parishes and the catuedral; the
choristers still singing the anthem, aud ti e
canons in their white pluvials. Then little
by little the church became lighted up,
seemed inhabited, illuminated, over
l>owered by hundreds of stars, like a sum
mer sky.
Two chairs being unoccupied, Angelique
stood up on one of them.
“Get down, my dear.” whispered Huber
tine; “for that is forbidden.”
But she tranquilly remained there, aud
did not move.
“Why is it forbidden? I must see at all
events! Oh! how exquisite all this is!”
At last she prevailed upon her mother to
get upon the other chair.
Now the whole cathedral was glowing
with a reddish yellow light. This billow of
candles which otwssed it illuminated the
lower arches of the side aisle, the depth of
thß chapels, and glittered upon the glass i t
some shrmo or upon the gold of some tab
ernacle. The rays even penetrated into the
apsis, and the sepulchral crypts were
brightened up by them. The choir was a
mass of flame, with its altar on fire, its
glistening stalls, and its old railing, whose
ornamentation stood out boldly. Apd the
flight of the nave was stronger marked
than ever, with the heavy curved pillars
below, supporting the round arches, while
above, the numbers of little columns grew
smaller and smal.er as they burst forth
among the broken arches of the ogives, like
an inexpressible declaration of laith and
love which seemed to come from the lights.
In the center, under the roof, along the ribs
of the nave, there was a yellow cloud, a
thick odor of wax, from the multitude of
little tapers.
But now. above the sound of feet and
the moving of chairs, one heard again the
falling of the chains of the censers. Then
the organs pealed forth majestically, a glo
rious burst of music that filled to overflow
ing the highest arches as if with the rumb
ling of thunder. It was at that instant that
monseigneur arrived on the Flace du
Cloitre. The statue of Saint Agnes had
reached the apsis, still horns by the sur
pliced clerks, aud her face looked very calm
under the light, as if she were more than
happy to return to her dreams of four cen
turies. At last, preceded by the crosier,
followed by the mitre, monseigneur entered
witn his dracoes under the canopy, still
having his two hands covered with a white
scarf, and holding the Blessed Sacrament
in the same position as at lirst. The canopy,
which was borne down the central aisle,
was stopped at the railing of the choir, and
there, ou account of a certain unavoidable
confusion, the bishop was for a moment
mado to approach the persons who formed
Ins suite. Since Felieien had reappeared,
Angelique ha 1 looked at him constantly.
It so happened that ou account of the pres
sure he was placed a little at the right of
the canopy; and at that'moment she saw
very near together the wnite i ead of mou
seigeur and the blonde head of the young
xnan. That glance was a revelation; sudden
light came to her eyes, she joined her hands
together as she said aloud:
"Oh! monseigneur, the son of monseig
neur !”
Her secret escaped her. It was an invol
untary cry, the certainty which revealed
itself in this sudden fact of their resem
blance. Berkaps, in the depths of her mind,
she already knew it, but she would never
have dared to have said so; whilst now it
was self-evident, a fact of which there
could be no denial. From everything
around her, from her own soul, from inani
mate objects, from past recollections, her
cry seemed repeated,
Hubertine, quite overcome, said in a
whisper:
“This young man, the son of monseig
neur?”
Around these two the crowd had gradu
ally accumulated. They were well known
and were greatly admired; the mother still
adorable in her simple toilette of linen, the
daughter with the angelic grace of a cheru
bin, in her gown of whito foulard, as light
as a feather. They were so handsome and
in such full view, as they |stoo<l upon their
chairs, that from every direction eyes were
turned toward them, and admiring glances
given them,
“But yes, indeed, my good lady,” said the
Mere Lemballeuse, who chanced to be in
the grour; “but yes, he is the son of mon
seigneur. But how does it happen that you
have not already heard of it? And not
only that, byt he isawonderfully'bandsnine
young man, and so rich! Rich! yes indeed,
he could buy the whole town if he wished
to do so. He has millions and millions!”
Hubertine turned very pale as sne list
ened. .
“You must have heared his history
spoken of?” continued the beggar woman.
“His mother died soon after nis birth, and
it was on that account that monseigneur
concluded to become a clergyman. Now,
however, after all these years, he sent for
his son to join him. He is, in fact, Felieien
VII. d’ Hautecoeur, with a title as if he
were a real prince.”
Then Hubertine was intensely grieved.
But Angelique beamed with joy before the
commencement of the realization o f her
dream. She was not in the slightest degree
astonished, for she had always known that
he w ould be the richest, the noblest, and
the handsomest of men. So her joy
was intense and perfect, without the
slightest anxiety f<jr the future, or
suspicion of any obstacle that
could possibly come between them.
In short, he would in his turn now make
himself known and would tell everything.
As she had fancied, gold would stream
down wjth the little flickering flames of the
candles. The organs would send forth their
most glorious music ou the occasion of their
betrothal. The line of the Hautecoeurs
would continue royally from the beginning
of the legend, Nor cert L, Jean V., Felieien
111., Jean XII., then the last, Felieien VII.,
who just turned toward her his noble faee.
He was the descendant of the cousins of the
virgin, the master, the superb son, showing
himself in all his beauty at the side of his
father.
Just then Felieien smiled sweetly at her,
and sho did not see the angry look of mon
seigneur, who had remarked her standing
ou the chair, above the crowd, blushing in
her pride and love.
“Oh, my poor, dear ohild !” cried Huber
tine.
But the chaplain and the acolytes wore
range.l on the right and the left, and the
first deacon having taken the Holy Sacra
ment from the hands of monseigneur, ho
placed it on thealrar. It was the final bene
diction, the “Tantum ergo” sung loudly by
the choristers, the incenses of the boxes,
burning in the censers, the strange, brusque
silence during the prayer; and in the midst
of the lighted church, overflowing with
clergy and with people, under the high,
springing arches, monseigneur remounted
to the altar, took again in his two hands
the great golden sun, which he waved
back and forth in the air three times, with
a slow sign of the cross.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
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BUTLER BRIEFS.
Five Thousand Acres In the Disputed
Strip—Personal Points.
Butler, Ga., Sept. 21. —Both Taylor
and Talbot counties are sanguine of gain
ing the disputed strip of land lying along
the county line, which embraces some o,OCO
acres and some good citizens.
There are a great many foxes in this
county and nearly every week one is caught
on the outskirts of this town by Messrs. A.
J. Fountain and Sol L. Fleming, who have
some very valuable fox hounds. Mr. Fonn
tain has engaged to furnish a number of the
red variety for the Columbus exposition fox
chase.
Butler Female College and Male Institute
is doing finely, having nearly 100 pm bs and
25 more are assured in the next ten days.
Will Walker, a \ oung negro, confined
for a criminal assault, died in jail a few
days ago. He has been confined all this
year in a small iron cage, and obtained his
water from a stagnant well. This brought
on his ailment.
Taylor county jail has only one occupant,
John Murray, alias John Griffith, a mulatto,
charged with carrying concealed weapons.
He will die like the other, unless some
change is made.
Cotton is coining in slowly, the farmers
being busy picking out the cron. Butler
has two cotton warehouses.
T. F. Peebles & Cos., "The Alliance Store,”
are putting up a large store house < n the
southeast corner of the court house square.
Miss Florence Hines left for Gainesville
last Tuesday to enter the Baptist female
seminary there.
J. W. Stokes and wife of Buoy a Vista are
visiting their daughter, Mrs. J. W. McCrary,
in this place.
Miss Evelyn Stokes and Henry Smith of
Buena Vista are visiting friends here.
Dr. J. H. Phillips has recovered suffi
ciently to ride into town again.
BOOMING BASE BALL.
An Effort to Revive the National Game
in the South.
The Sporting South ot New Orleans has
thrown itself in the breach and underlakes
to put in motion at least a movement to re
organize the southern league for the season
of 18811. In its issue of Sept. 15 is the fol
lowing announcement:
“Tiie Sporting South invites representa
tive base Pall men from Charleston, Savan
nah, Atlanta, Chattanooga, Memphis,
Nashville, Birmingham, MoDiie, New Or
leans, Galveston, Houston, San Antonio,
Dallas, Austin and Forth Worth, and such
other cities as may desire to attend, to meet
in New Orleans. Said representatives to
considor the question of the formation of a
professional bass ball league in the south,
to include such cities as may, in the wisdom
of those participating, ba deemed desirable.
All details of organization to be there de
termined upon, an! the campaign for the
ensuing season star ed without delay.
“We urge responsible bass ball men to act
upon our invitation immediately and notify
the Sporting South of their intentions.
“The losses of the southern leagues of the
past have averaged about SO,UOO per Hub
for each season of six months upon a salary
limit of from $2,500 to $3,P00. Upon the
limit indicated by Mr. Hearn of, say, 11,530,
there would boa reduction of at len-,t iI.OJO
a month, which even though no other evils
which have attended base ball in the South
were corrected, would remit in the saving
of tho fI.OCO a month, or $6,000 in tie
season, which has been the loss heretofore
incurred. But the many other abuses which
have led to failure may easily be corrected
at this meeting.”
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LIPPMAN BROS., Wholesale A gnt*. Savan
nah, Ga.
MEATS! MEATS!
Arrived Saturday:
13,000 lbs. Canvased Hams.
12,000 lbs. California Hams.
6,000 lbs. Shoulders.
All fresh, clean stock, for in
spection Monday, 24th Septem
ber. BOTTOM FIGURES.
1 EHRLICH & BRO.
Wholesale Grocers.
ALABAMA COAL CO.;
BIRMINGHAM, ALA,
COAL AND COKE
For Steam, Shop, Foundry
and Domestic purposes. Rail
roads, dealers and factories
promptly supplied.
Orders for Carload Lota solicited.
SILK WARP HENRIETTAS.
B. PRIKSTLEY & CO.'S
silk wasp iiiras
Are Stamped on the Selvedge, Every Five Yards,,
with the Manufacturers’ Name, in Gilt Letters.
IT HAS BEEN FOUND NECESSARY TO DO THIS, in order to prevant ladies from being im
posed upon, by unprincipled merchants, who roll inferior and often worthless goods upon the
“VARNISHED BOARD," and then sell them as
Priestley’s Silk Warp Henriettas.
Merchants are authorized by the manufacturer! to guarantee every yard of the Priestley
Fabrics to be in every way satisfactory to the wearer.
medkal.
vn? 1
1 are hustling around for your share of the world’s
good gifts, ancj it’s hard work: think of something else.
This constant work will tell sometime—perhaps it has already---
and nervousness, sleeplessness, neuralgic and rheumatic aches and
pains are part of the “good gifts” your hustling has won.
If you are that way, let us give yoh a prescription—no charge
for the prescription, though it will cost a dollar to have it filled by
your druggist.
H PAINE’S CELERY COMPOUND Oj.
Big. Dae according to directions.
All druggists keep it. It will strengthen your nerves, tone up
your whole system, and make you bless us for prescribing this great
nerve tonic. Bc sure to get the S'nuine, prepared only by WELLS, RICHARDSON & CO.,
Burlington, Vt.
SOLOMO N S’
Yeptalile lira Icplati Pills
\RE invaluable in the treatment of diseases peculiar to the South, such as Torpidity of the
Liver. Bilious Fevers, Constipation of the Bowels, Bilious and Sick Headaches, Giddiness.
Accumulation of Bile, Jaundice, Enlargement of the Spleen, Loss of Appetite, Dyspepsia and
Depression of Spirits, depending on disturbances of the gastric and biliary organs. We recom
mend them with the greatest confidence as a mild and safe medicine, prompt and sure in their
operations. In small doses they are a geutle laxative, in large dcses an active cathartic. I’re
pared by
SOLOMONS & CO.,
DRUGGISTS, - Savannah, Ga.
HATS, I,'LOTHINU, ETC.
FALL STYLES.
FINTB HAT ' ALL SHADES and SHAPES
B. H. LEVY & 880.,
SOLE AGENTS for KNOX’S FINE HATS.
Congress IfjSlff jjPBl? Remnants
StreGt. Summer Stock
Stock L'£. s|||f Closed Out
Clothing PI T I F U L
SHOES.
LOOK
FOR TIIE
fllniitei But.
COMPLETE LINE
OF—
SHOES
A. S. COHEN,
139£ Broughton St.,
BET. WHITAKER AND BUM. STS.
SHOES!
SHOES!
Look for Ike Illuminated Boot.
MEATS.
HEATS! HEATS!!
MEATS!!!
rieserY STERN
Offer To-Day:
5,000 pounds D. 8. L. C., flrst-claas rejection.
5,000 pounds D. H. 8. R., first-class rejection.
S.OOO pounds Bacon 8. R., first class rejection.
10,000 pounds Hams, first-class rejection.
lO.ijoO pounds California Hams, first class re
jection.
6,000 pounds Breakfast Strips, fat (prime.)
Inquire for prices, to be sold cheap.
WHOLESALE GROCERS.
Henry Solomon <S Son,
Wholesale Grocers
and
LIQUOR DEALERS,
175, 175, I*l, 184 BAY STREET.
Jobbers of FLOURS, TOBACQpS and CIGARS.
Dgr-Ordera by Mall Sollctted.
ill I I ;; MORNING NEWS earners reach
| M 11. every part of the city early Twenty
A XJLXJ Ay* ouu a vaelt cay* lof the Dally
A. R. AI.TMAYKR A CO.
Bear In mind that our Orand Sale of Shoes for
Fall and Winter Wear will open
MONDAY. Oct. Ist.
AMI'S
We are now receiving our
full line of Fall and Winter
Dress Goods, and we are now
’ready to display the latest
colorings in fine All-Wool
French Serges, Henriettas;
Broad Cloths, Cashmeres, Al
mas, Sebastapols, etc.
Wc respectfully solicit an
inspection of our stock of Fine
Dress Goods, Dress Trim-,
mings, Buttons, etc., believing
that it is to the interest of
every lady to do so before
making her purchases for Fall
and Winter wear.
We quote for this week’s
bargain list the following:
100 pieces Novelty Check Dress Goods, very
stylish, In browo tad ton, myrtle and brown,
bronze and mahogany, navy and tan, black and
white, price l'At.
50 pieces 36-inch Cashmere, all the new fall
shud?s, regular price 36c.; price this week 22}£c.
500 pieces All-wool Henrietta Cloth. 42 inches
wide, in all the latest colonugs, price 60c.; posi
tively wort h 75c.
10U pieces Silk Velvet, in all the new fall
shades, 75c.; sold everywhere at $1 to $1 50.
6 pieces Unbleached Table Damask, M inches
wide, a bargain, only 25c.
1,000 dozen Checked Doylies, with fringed
edge. 35c.; cheap at 50c.
1,000 dozen Damask Towels, full size, fancy
center and border, a real treat, only 16c.
1,000 Gloria Silk Umbrellas, paragon frame,
oxidized silver handles, $1 49; never sold in Sa
vannah for less than $2.
5 oases Bleached Wamsutta Shirting, full
yard wide, short lengths, from sto 20 yards,
regular price 12^c.; price, while it lasts, 9c.
The above goods rank with,
the best for quality and styles.
Each and every article quoted
above are staple standard
necessities, brought down to
popular ready-selling prices.
ALTMAYER’S
Not*.—Our Great Shoo Sale opens MONDAY,
Oct Ist.
furnishing goods.
LaFAR,
SOLE AGENT FOR SAVANNAH,
Has Opened the New Fall Styles
DUNLAP’S
Silk and Derby Hats
eapvmscrsua.
As Issued to the New York
Trade this day. Look for the
trade mark as above in every
hat; none other genuine.
NEW FALL SCARFS AND TIES.
FINE OVER SHIRTS AND SILK BELTS.
ELEGANT SILK AND GLORIA UMBRELLAS.
AT
LaF AR’ 8
29 BULL STREET.
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DRY GOODS.
Fall Goods.
I am receiving a full line
of FALL GOODS by every
steamer, which will be offered
at good values.
An inspection of these
goods is invited.
J. P. GERMAINE,
137 Broughton St.
BXO V Ks
THE GAME WIRE OVEN DOOR
A great improvement to
Stoves and Ranges. Perfection
attained in roasting and broil
ing. 40 per cent, saved on
meats ami 25 per cent, on
bread. Call and be convinced.
Cornwell & Chip man.
H 7 BROUGHTON STREET.
REWARD.
$535 REWARD I
A REWARD of #635--*H by the citizen* of
Emanuel county, >UW by the estate of
Ooorge E. MuUby, sl*l by Governor of
Georgia anil #IOO bv the undersigned
- will be pai.t for one ALEX ANDERSON deliv.
ereil to the Sheriff of Emanuel county, Geoi*
eia He is about sis feet blah, weigh'
ITS pound*, a to * years old very black, square
shouldered, clean uneven, Ha* a homung walk
and slings himself when walking Hasal.i
wound In tbs bar k of right hand from a plates
woudu m w 0 tv’ADLEY, Rogers, oa.
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