Georgia Historic Newspapers

    PART tw o.
MARRIED a lieutenant.
By Leßoy Armstrong.
( CovvrioM. 18 62 - the United Prett.)
The orderly sergeant fiuished calling the
HI slipped tbe liat ot names uuder the but
ton of his blouse, opened a second bit of
oaper, and read:
••Sergt. Higgius, with Privates Abrams,
Evans. Larsen and Stone, will report at 10
clock to-morrow morning, armed and
nnted to escort the commanding officer
“and hi, family to Fort Warner.”
Then he "bout faced,” swung his lantern
bee je him, lifted the right hand in salute to
tvToffloer of the dav, and reported:
•ronmany present or acoounted for, sir.”
••Dismiss the company,” was the brief re-
ranks—march!” called the orderly
allt and the uion hurried through the
Withering storm to their quarters.
* ••Hods it will snow all day to-morrow,"
mid the corporal to one of the esoort detail.
‘‘Thanks ” responded the soldier.
••Hope you will be properly frozen here in
take my horse, Larsen,” sug
sested a lazy soldier, lolling on bis bunk.
KL’s an easy rider.”
“.No take mine—he is the fastest trotter
In the stables.”
••I will take my own, ’ replied Larsen.
“He's big and strong. If it turns out a bad
dav he'll bring me home in spite of snow or
wiul or rushing water.”
••or 'rushing water,’ ” quoted tho lazy man
with mock contemptuousness. These Sued
grow poetical us soon as they join the
broke dark and gloomy. There
wai promise of snow in the dense gray
clouds of the west. There was a promise
ot ram, the unsteady wind from the south.
.10 o’clock the colonel stepped into an
ambulance, up there by the door of the
commanding officer’s quarters, and told the
driver to go ahead.
He settled himself comfortably be3ide the
valises on tho rear seat, and faced bis daugh
ter on the seat in front. He had all the
curtains pullod down and fastened to keep
out the chill of the present and the promised
snow that was sure to come.
He was a very proud old man, with a rea
erd that had grown brighter in battle. He
was cold and imperious and commanding—
as an officer should be.
Ahead of the ambulanoe rode the two
servants of the commanding officer. Behind
came the escort.
Half way over to Warner the storm broke
upou them. The ruules were lashed into a
ruu. lue ambulance bouuoed and jolted,
the cavalrymen in the rear trotted briskly
along in the trail. Down one hill and up
another, through the canyon, across the half
tilled bed of the creek, till they all came out
oa the table laud, and Warner lay before
them.
Tho dance at Fort Warner that night will
bo long remembered. Lieut. (lay was the
lion of the evening, Ho bad just come back
from a brush with the Piutes, and all re
ports united in oovering him with glory.
He was quick, incisive, pompous. He knew
a great many things and he told all about
them.
He was so like her father, Dorothy Lane
did not like him. Why will we love in one
man the traits that make us hate another ?
Lieut. Gay was captivated by tbe colonel’s
daugh er. Maybe he thought the alliance
would help him in an official way. He
overstepped the bounds of prudence, and
boasted to a group of superior officers, as
they stood in a corner of the ball room
wlula the waltzers flitted by.
“Don’t anticipate too much, Gay,” said a
captain, bantering. ‘‘She looks higher
than you.”
“She couldn’t,” said the lion calmly.
Then he added, with a vain man’s rising
voio: “Dorothy Lane will marry the
lieutenant,”
A couple just whirling past caught the
boastirii;, ami the lady dropped from her
companion's arm. Turning suddenly upou
the group of otllcers, the subject of com
ment sail swiftly.
"You overrate yourself, sir, I will not
marry the lieutenant.” Any other man
would have been crushed. He simply
ignored her, and returned to continue the
gossip. But the other officers, annoyed at
bn ill taste, had quitted the corner, and the
ljon of the evening had to hunt up wor
laipers.
Yeit day ho as Red permission to accom
pany the escort back to Camp Bid well. He
as provided a mount. At 1 o’clock the
little cavalcade marched out of Warner,
ine ciouds in the north had thrown out
6 “irmish line of snow. The wind in the
east was heavy with rain.
Across the table land, along the creek,
“Own into the canyon they pushed their
the commanding officer nodding be-
Mehis valises, his sister and daughter,
wtuig bdt upright before him, broad
wak \ but. shrouded in darkness, for the
curtsmg were down again,
a | jolted on through interminable
~ “ rs ' They were half capsized a dozen
r S' i rt >ey pushed the curtains aside now
a then, and saw the suow descending with
s “vageuess. It was so dense they
lit. 800 k*' e head team. It was heaped
" a bundle on the seat by the driver,
j hour the front wheels chucked
Tho D 1D B gull Y' the ambulance stopped,
on L. co , rnri: | an htng officer, lying there almost
„,!! tack, opened his eyes and swore,
oiip silo' 1 ™ *° St ’ 6 ' r ‘” Baid the sergeant from
t„,L b . oa . mbulance 13 broken,” said the lieu
“haut. from the other.
.„j !l f t ' r, ‘ an brought a great heap of wood
to build a tire. But the warming
turned the snow to rain, and
terin„* me ' vas ext *nguished in spiteful sput
th. J,'? rm ; 6t stay here all night,” growled
r- a i ßll ' l tben be cursc< t the team
. dance, and the snowstorm,
lance 1 0 Comf or;ios3 “couch in the ambu
(iay tried to comfort Dorothy, but
as. l i„, T6n J r3m the window by the com
ta b ank ICB j> He wrQ PP9 d himself up
At mi* - ,‘‘ n d lay down on the ground,
c Y': 6 f nig ,‘, t bo roused with a sense of
the nniJ, 1 ' stu P'd brain was filled with
W'v , dancing. Ho thought some
HeeiVn ■ w “ s taking place upon him.
Kemi.'i ~P , ln *y feel the feet of a man who
oT ea balancing.”
j" it the Pune*!”
blankets. The snow
m00.,' a ‘ Tbe rain bad ended. Tbeoool
at t; e j lB sbtning. There was a bitter fight
had boon i tlia “'abulance. The horses
,J> broke Btar ?P°ded-. Their picket rope
ha)y a . Hl * aQ d they were galloping aim
hiirned . ' H® caught one, mounted and
Sqi ,
there wa * swinging a saber down
cut a n Wro cked ambulance. Ho had
fight gi £¥} s P a °e, and was pushing the
tank- t run nlng forward, retreating,
ltva ßM . f tke right, springing to the left.
Win,!, tta point and right cut: tierce and
g; ln quarto and straight down
Thd'
bites £f pistols, the orack of car
ta* aK °t “fleet him. He was in close
That ~t he Bte ®b was a friend.
lo t L h s ir ‘vate Larsen.
.“Fetch n r .L >f nae d be took command,
fttierif. three horses!" he shouted; and
, larjA* 3C iP a J ue fading two of tnem.
•i a w °mau from the ambu
-Bat her upon one of them.
ill amino Jfetol*
“Mount the others, and bring th*m
along," he commanded. Tneu he sent the
saber home with a clang, picked up a car
bine and darted away, leading the horse
with its clinging rider.
Down the canyon and across, up the
steep hillside to the table land, then off I
through the snow to Fort Bid well.
“Do you want to walk awhile?” he asked
the woman. “It will rest you.”
Dorothy dismounted, tucked up her
skirt and stumbled through the snow, while
he led the horns and watched incessantly to
the right aud to the left; scanned the coun
try in front and behind them.
Then she mounted again, stepping from
his hand, and rode sidewise, without a sad
dle.
At daylight he saw a horseman skulk
ing in the rooks. He did not like him, and
he fired one shot as a challenge.
It was the recreant Lieut. Ga y—lion of the
bail yesterday, pitiful coward this morn
ing.
That evening as the men stood in line to
answer roll call tbe orderly sergeaut an
nounced a promotion. Private Larsen was
made corporal by order of the commanding
officer.
He was made a sergeant two weeks later,
when one non-commissioned man was dis
charged and another Insubordinate, made
a proper opening.
As spring approached the commanding
officer fell sick of a fever. Lieut. Gay un
dertook to attend him, but he annoyed the
oolonel.
On Sunday inspection, the officer of the
day pushed his scrutiny into a little cup
board at the head of Sergt. Larsen’s bunk,
and found it full of volumes.
“Who reads these?” asked the major.
“I road them,” replied young Larsen.
“Let’s hear you read this.” It was a pas
sage in “Faust.”
“Where did you learn to read?” asked the
major, dropping the military, for he had
fouud a man.
“1 studied in Stockholm; but I have been
reading all ray life.”
“How did you come in the army—in the
ranks?”
“Wentbroke, got discouraged; enlisted
rather than beg or be dependent. Money
came from home next day. It was too
late.”
“Why didn’t you desert?” The familiarity
of the man had dropped to the banter of
comradeship. "Mo. no; I know that. You
couldn’t do a dishonorable thing like that.
Will you come up to tbe colonel’s house this
afternoon and lead to him ?”
It was a veyr pleasant hour for the man.
It was rest and reoreation for the colonel.
Dorothy sat by the window and listened to
liim. lie had selected a book of alternating
skotchos and poems. They were easy to
listen to. They were pleasant to remem
ber.
“That man is a good soldier, too,” said
the major. “He is brave and full of re
sources.”
“If he bos education enough, he might
stand examination for promotion to a lieu
tenancy if ho had been in the army long
enough.”
“He couldn’t as long as lam an officer,”
said Lieut. Gay. "He shot at me that
morning after the Piutes jumped us.”
“If I had had my way he would have hit
you,” cried the commanding officer. “You
are a miserable poltroon. Gay.”
But a man may say many things when he
is sick.
The commanding officer had seen long
servieft He knew the beginning of many a
politician. He bad an uncommon hold on
the men who had graduated from the army
into the halls of c ingress. He was piqued
that a thing like Gay oould wear epaulets,
while a hero like Larsen was bound to servo
him.
He went to Washington with a mission as
soon as the summer brought him healing.
He made a oase aud pushed it to considera
tion.
Sergt. Larsen was ordered to appear be
fore a board and pass examination. He ac
quitted himself so well in mathematics, in
history, in tactics, in language—that at the
end they asked him questions with defer
enoe.
It was Lieut. Larsen—by order of the
Secretary of War, approved by the Presi
dent.
Then came the climax.
Larsen asked for Dorothy’s hand in mar
riage.
A year ago he had stood in the ranks at
tattoo and answered roll call; to-night he
was offieer of the day: and lie saluted and
said: “Very well, sergeant; dismiss the com
pany.”
Tno colonel commanding refused him in
rage; berated him for a presuming ingrate,
and ordered him out of his house. Teen he
returned to his old admiration for Lieut.
Day. This puffing up a private soldier
always was bad. It made him forget his
origin.
But Larsen's origin was as good as that of
the colonel. He had wealth at home
wealth he turned bis back on when he must
desert to use it.
Day amused the colonel by playing cards.
The stakes wero trivial. It was against reg
ulation to gamble. But there was a game
over there iu the dark room above the
store, where the major and the captain and
the lieutenant found something more than
pastime.
The colonel knew it, and did not forbid
it. Then he went over and looked on. Then
the old passion for play, which had slept
since the tedious day before Vicksburg,
came back, and he took a hand just for that
once.
It was two weeks before he played again.
Then it was two weeks more.
He felt temptation tugging at him, and
ho prayed for orders, lor an Indian upris
ing, for a plague, to keep him from yield
ing.
Une evening ho tapped at the dark room
door. The subdued noise within was bushed
to silence. A second knock and they opened
the door. He sat down by the other three
and they dealt him a hand.
‘‘No, I only wanted to look on,” he said.
“I am not going to play any more, and I
am going to order it ”
Ho looked at his hand and saw five
diamonds. . ~. „.
Gay opened. The major staid. The cap
tain passed. The colonel said: Well, this
hand, then.” and tilted it.
Gay staid and the major raised. The
colonel staid: so did Gay. The captain dealt.
It was a good “pot,” and the colonel won it.
He said he would play until he lost it
again At U o’olook he bad lost that and as
uiuoh more. At 10 o’clock he had signed a
certificate. At 11 o’clock he owed more than
his pay would amount to in a year.
Gay was winner. .
Another light knock came at the door.
Another silence followed it. A second
knock, and the major responded.
It was Lieut. Larson. He was dressed in
an elegant suit of citizen clothes.
“If you have no objection I will join
you ’’he said, smiling. Surely he was a
handsome man. Where could he have
learned the wearing of suoh garmeuts—and
BU “VVeII w 0 will overrule it,” replied the
new-oomer. He dipped his hand in his coat
pocket, and brought up a score of gold
8a “ Vou should be gentleman enough not to
come where you are not wanted,” cried the
° l “You man enough to know you
are violating orders. No lawless man can
stand on a pedestal above another. Deal
m Hewafffie only calm man, the only
mastorful man there.
SAVANNAH, GA., SUNDAY, JANUARY 17. 1892.
Oav subs led. Then he set in his checks
sullenly. He had a mind t> crusade fir
those yellow eagles.
The colonel sat back. He was out of the
game—dazed, bewildered, almost un
balanced.
“Give me two cards,” said Guy.
“Give me four,” said Larsen.
Gay caught a pair to his threes, and bet
low, for a play. Larsen caught three more
queens. He raised it twenty. Gay said
"twenty more.” Larsen repeated it. Gay
called—and the wondering major saw a
marvel.
"Beats a full hand with a four-card
draw!” ho whispered.
Gay was breathless with chagrin. He
was fuming.
"That oan’t last,” he said, and went in
blindly. Some goddess sent him four
hearts, and he filled. Some goddess sent
Larsen an ace. deuce, tray and five of
clubs. He laid them down open, and bet a
twenty.
Now Gay bad him. There was just one
chance in thirty of filling that hand. But
the nine-and-twenty chances of loss turned
away unmindful, ami the one ohance of
winning appeared. Larsen caught the four
of clilbs, and held it hiddeu.
He won in one hand what Gay had been
an hour in winning.
Presently Gay had threes again, and he
made it costly to play. Larsen drew two
cards with him and bet sl. Gay raised the
limit and was raised in turn. Ho was mad
beyond the point of prudence. He touched
the limit again, only to see that insolent
Larsen imitate him.
Gay had four queens and an ace. Larson
had f our kings aud vanquished him.
Gay had no more money; so he lost his
watch. It was Larsen's deal. The elder
lieutenant picked up a full hand.
"I can’t play it," he said in frautio ex
asperation. “I have no more money.”
“Put up your coat,” said the younger
lieutenant, calmly.
"I’ll do it!” oried Gay. He tore it off
madly. He laid it on the edge of the table,
and dived, gnashiug, upon bis hand. “It’s
a show-down,” .he said, aud spread out
throe nines and al pair. How he wished he
might have dared ask credit against that
win’row of cash!
“It’s a show-down,” repeated Larsen
calmly, and spread out three tens and a
pair.
That instant Gay came very noar suicide.
He walked home in his shirt sleeves.
Karly in the morniug ho went to tho ad
jutant’s office and prepared charges. He
was willing to abase himself in puuishiug
that upstart.
After he bud labored an hour, the post
adjutant banded him a paper. It was Lar
sen’s resignation. And it had been ac
cepted.
Tbe shaft of envy fell harmless.
At the reception which followed Doro
thy’s wedding Lieut. Gav appeared. It was
his last night at Bidwell. He had been
transferred to Fort Fetterman.
“It is a very dark day for the poor fel
lows in the army,” said he, bowing above
the hand of the bride. “But you remem
ber you told me one time you would never
marry a lieutenant.
"I haven’t,” retorted tbe girl, her flashing
eyes lighted with the memory of that night
at Warner. “My husband is a free citizen
of this country—and a nobleman at homel”
WOM AN’B WORLD.
A Few New Things in the Faihtonsand
Bright btories.
Up in one of the hotels in New York
there dwells a certain newspapor woman
who, like the bachelor of nursery lore, lives
by borself.
A few weeks ago the loneliness of her
situation oocurred to her, and she started
out to get a oompanion. All the flesh and
blood ones that she knew were open to some
objection. If she wanted them very much
they were sure to bo otherwise engaged, and
those who were available she did not care
for at all. And si, with rare good reason
ing, she bought a Chinese doll and paid if 1 50
for it and took it home.
"This is my proxy,” she explains to smil
ing callers, who admire the life-sized
Chinese baby seated in the corner. "I am
away so much, you know, that I am obliged
to have a proxy. Her full name is Proxy
Ruth. Ruth is after the Cleveland baby,
you know.”
At last aocounts Proxy Ruth and her lit
erary owner were both doing well, and wore
living in singular harmony aud unanimity
of spirit.
The little shoulder cape, says the New
York Sun, that we embraced so ardently in
the spring as to destroy its prestige, is rarely
seen now except at the theater, where the
cavalier and Henry 11. shapes, with their
imposing collar, lined with ostrich feath
ers, frequently lend piquant grace to a
pretty woman’s toilet. The capes are usu
ally lined with some gav color, aud the
smart little bonnet matches this lining in
tints. Among tho treasures recently dis
played by a returned girl traveler from
Laris was a cape of black velvet, with a
wonderful Persian embroidered collar
spark hug with iridescent metallic
threads and jewels. About this
collar was a band of sable aud
from it fell a flounce of beautiful white lace,
oreamy with age or coffee stain. The capo
was lined with pale blue silk. Ar.d the
bonnet, when she sat very still and you
could look closely, you oould distinguish a
pale blue tint and rosette, a blue aigrette
on one side sparkling with diamonds aud a
bit of yellow old Uoe, all of which may
have been a bonnet. Any way, it hail most
imposing strings of pale biuo that fell far
below the cape. And the girl who wore it
was of the most brilliant brunette type,
witb a skin as clear as a child’s, but as dark
as a Spanish seaora.
The real objection to the girl of the
day, says Clara Belle iu a New York letter
to tbe Cincinnati Enquirer, is her insane
desire to get married. The very moment
she is presented to an eligible party she
begiiiß her net-casting, and it’s not agree
ble, so say these club men, to be eternally
engaged in wriggling out of the matri
monial seine. The girl of to-day detests the
word sentiment, and has but one question to
put to herself when a young man is pre
sented to her: “Can he take care of me?”
It’s a simple question, but it means a great
deal.
But no doubt you are anxious to know
how the meu are to do without tho young
girl. Easy enough, they intend to cultivate
the women of 30. There are plepty of them,
for a woman is 30 until she has passed
the 40 limit. Now the woman ot 30 in the
old countries is the most charming of com
panions, intelligent, vivacious, amiable and
inspired with ail ambition to please. Gbe
doesn’t expect au offer of marriage. She is
willing to fill the role of friend, to be satis
fied with a reasonable amount of attention.
She has all tbe young girl has, save tho
complexion—that may not be quite so fresh
and transparent, but she is not a bottomless
hopper into which theater tickets, expensive
cardies, gloves, jewelry, invitations to
lunches, supper parties and dances, disap
pear like snowflakes in the river. O, to,
she is a seaii-reasonabpj being and abovo all
a grateful one—which tbe young girl never
is. She tbii.ka her. company is worth all it
brings and she tries to make it bring all she
can. Tbe club man feels that be can learn
something from the woman of 30. She’ll be
a liberal education to him without letting
him suspect it. The pert miss of 20 has
hitherto crowded the woman of 30 to the
wall, but men are getting wisdom. I need
hvrdiy add that the mere fact of the woman
of 30 being a widow is nothing against her.
Ladies, do you?
Among wedding novelties is a most origi
nal idea, emanating from France, of lining
the carriage tor the newly married pair
with rare orchids, roses and white lilacs
until they look as if they were seated in the
heart of a wedding bouquet. And to Lon
don are we indebted for exhibiting toy du
plicates of wedding presents too large to be
shown in the usual way. For instance, at a
recent English wedding were shown a small
miniature brougham with glass windows, a
wardrobe with glass doors, a china dinner
set, the pieces aoout the size of a doll’s set,
all of which must have been rather costly
in execution. The fashion of wranng a
tiara instead of orange blossoms is on the
increase, too, though it is one scircoly to be
commended. The traditional simplicity of
tho wedding gown, its veil of tulle and
wreaths of fragrant orange buds, seem to be
falling into deplorable desuetude along with
sentiments which they were supposed to
typify in the wedding ceremony.
"I don't see why I shouldn’t have that
piece of cloth for my new tailor-made
gown,” said a young girl not long ago,
when her brother’s new trousers came homo
from the tailor’s.
"But it’s for men’s trousers,” said her
brother.
“That’s no reason why a girl shouldn’t
have a gown of it, if she wants one,” she
answered.
It was soft gray with tiny stripos of a
darker gray and a hair lir e of black running
through it. "It would make a pretty
gown," said her mother doubtfully, not
used to such innovations a. this, even with
her fin de siecle daughters, “but it is too
heavy.”
“It isn’t any heavier than your Bedford
cord,” persisted the daughter.
Aud so the patient mother trotted away
to get a bit of the Bedford cord. Bure
enough, it wasn’t.
“1 shouldn’t think of having it lined,”
said the young woman positively, ‘ ‘except
in the bodice, and that with thin silk.”
“It cost |3 50 a yard,” warned her
brother.
‘ ‘So does Bedford cord.” she answored.
And the result was plain from that mo
ment.
Whether she set the fashion or whether by
some strange metal telegraph the same tdea
oame to other girls, you must settle for
yourself, but the fact is that a great many
young women have stolen masculine cloths
to have their street gown made of.
And many of tho patterns ure specially
pleasing and refined in the dainty Lair fine
stripes, soft coloring or invisible plaids that
the muo of good taste selects for bis trou
sers.
A curtain Now Yorker, says the Now
York Times, whoso income permits the
gratification of his generous impulses,
wauted to send a substantial gift to an
old friend, a clergyman, n hose small parish
in a distant community vouchsafed him
more of lovo and reverence than of salary.
“I’m going to send B. &1U0," tho New
Yorker announced to his wife one day iu
December.
“Areyou?" she said. “I’m glad.” Then
after a minute sha asked: “How will you
send it?”
“By check, ot course,” was the reply.
“How else should 1!”
But the wife demurred. “It seems a
little too—too sordid, doesn’t it, for a man
like Mr. B. Let me manage it, may I?" and
the husband consented.
On Christmas morning a registered ex
press package was delivered at the little
western parsonage to Mrs. B. She opened
it wonderingiy aud found a flat box. Going
further a mat of silk paper was removed
and a dainty booklet of Christmas remem
brance was disclosed. This was taken out
and admired aud tho card beneath it read
for the givers. Something showed still un
der a second mat of paper, and when that
had been put aside, there, fitted neatly iu
tho bottom of the box were five tiny silken
bags, each tied close with a lit’le bow of
ribbon. Eaoh contained a #2O gold piece.
This was the wife of the New Yorker’s deli
cate way of eliminating the check element.
The wife of a Chicago sporting man wears
what is said to be the largost single piece of
jewelry ever made in America. It consists
of a great butterfly with outstretched
wings, made of diamonds, emeralds, rubie3
and sapphires. It contains 200 diamonds.
The butterfly has a body made of a Hunga
rian opal, and its tail is made of emeralds.
This is fastened to a diamond neckless, an i
it rests just at the edge of tho collarbone,
with toe tail extending down on the bosom
of the wearer’s decollete dress. Fastened
to tbe body of the butterfly
and hanging down below it
is a great oval mass of gold and
diamonds as big as a door plate. The ex
act dimensions of the ornament are 5 ; j
inches long by 2}<j inches wide. Tbe base
is of solid gold, and there is a blazing ring
of seventy-six largo diamonds around the
edge. Upon the face of the gold door plate
is the monogram of the owner iu diamonds.
Tbe ornament weighs over a pound ami is
valued at #15,000. This rather startling
conception takes to pieces, and portions of
it can be used as a tiara, pins, pendants and
other articles of jewelry when so great a
display is not considered desirable.
An English paper, says the New York
Recorder, recently offered a prize for a tea
gown, which should be pretty useful, and nt
the same time capable of a few changes iu
its appearauoe.
Thousands of designs were submitted.
The prize was award to the Lady Victoria
Blackwood, of the British embassy, Rome.
Lady Victoria's design is eminently prac
tical and useful and the idea of utilizing the
one upper garment for two or three differ
ent fronts is one which will commend itself
to every one. giving as it does that oppor
tunity for the variety which is always
charming. The tea gown is thus described:
Coat of light blue silk, with two ribbons of
same color, which are scoured on one side
and hooked and eyed on the other. Front
of either pale pink, yellow, or white chiffon
or lace, loose, with a Toby collar of the
chiffon, aud a flounce at the bottom. Llain
back, witb turn-down collar.
A coming wedding will have its origin in
a little episode, which, in a book, would
probably be put down as improbable, says
the New York Tress. A bout a year ago the
bride, who is a New York girl, chanced So
notice among tbe hotel arrivals the name of
a Cleveland friend, as she suppo-ed—a gen
tleman who had been very polite to her on
the occasion of a visit of the
previous twelvemonth in that city.
Bhe called her mother’s atten
tion to his presence in New York, and,
there being no father or brother in tho fam
ily to wait upon him, the cards of the two
ladies were Inclosed as permission to call.
Shortly after the young man presented
himself. The daughter was out, but the
mother, recognizing the name, received
him with great cordiality and
iuslsted that ho re coin for
dinner to meet the daughter, who
would “be sorry to mlsa you." Now the
vourg man had been considerably puzzled
by the cards, tbe names Upon which he did
Bit recognize. But as he traveled about a
good deal, and had a large circle of casual
acquaintances, he concluded these ladles
were some of .them, and as tho initials ou
the envelope were correct, as well as the
name, he reasoned there could be no
bluuder. When he saw the mother, be
knew at once it was their first meeting, but
her maimer was so unmistakably cordial
and reassuring that he did not declare him
self, trusting a 6ight of tho daughter would
at once disclose the identity of both ladies.
The daughter was delayed, and dinner
was begun before she appeared. Her en
trance showed the man instantly that there
was a mistake somewhere—explanations
followed, and the "double” had made so
favorable au impression upon the mother
that, even after she learned of the blunder,
ho was not permitted to withdraw. It was
sh rtly discovered that they had some
mutual friends, after which the young
man felt considerably better, and out of
this chance acquaintance, as has been said,
grew a courtship which ends, most prop
erly, next month in a wedding.
A girl who is artistic in making herself
attractive need not fret about not being
pretty. That isn’t thcchiof point nowadays.
You must be Individual. If you are happily
l laweil by a bit of a scar, by a distracting
“cowlick,” by an eyelid tbit droops, by a
corner of tbe inouih but half matched by
the other corner, you are indeed lucky, and
the pretty girl may tear her hair out with
envy. I know a faultlessly pretty girl, says
Clara Belle in a New York letter to the St.
I."uls Hi-public, who got desperate and
bleached a lock of her hair as near white us
she could get it. That startling individual
lock arrested attention at once, and, that
doue, she had sense enough to hold the
charm aud to turn it into admiration.
Tho most regular and beautiful eyebrows
in the world can’t hold tkeir own beside a
pulr, one of w hich is streaked with white; a
brunette with blonde lashes, a beauty with
a big mole on her cheek, even the girl who
boasts an eye set higher than the other, oro
to be envied. Especially the odd eye girl.
She will carry bar head always tucked on
one side, to counteract that slant cut of her
face, and tho result is fascinating. If nat
ure hasn’t given you a "separation” iu your
front to ’th, or one eye darker the other, or
a mole on the end of your nose, or some
thing queer, why do the best you can for
yoursolf. Bo unique, but not eccentric.
That is out of fashion. But be just your
self. Buccoss lies no other way.
Tho gay little blazer, says tho New York
World, is soen this winter cut iu tho same
wav as wus the Euinmer blazer, but it is
made of different material. Broadcloth
bhiz rs, tweed ones, and even liny leather
ones have taken the place of the silk and
the flannel ones which wore worn in tho
summer.
The leather blazer is a thing all by itself.
It is unique and tho only one of its kind,
and unless you have seen one you may be
sure that you have nevor seen anyth! >g
like it.
To give you a rough idea, one may ask
you to recall the little zouave jackets
which are worn over plain waists. The
leather blazer is like one of those zouaves,
only it has a very high collar and it fs a
little longer in the back. The front meets
over tho bust with a o!a p, and the clasp Is
often a buckle and a strap of leather.
Leather bands round the bottom of the
skirt and a leather hat baud with a buckle
attached are accompaniments to the leather
.jacket or blazer.
During the past holiday time hospitablo
owners of country houses, says the New
York Tribune, in every direction have
thrown open their doors for merry house
parties. who have indulged in every species
of Cun and frolic imaginable, and as usual
on theao occa lions, practical jokos have
come largely to the fore.
At Mr. A’s beautiful old place on the
Hudson, where a p h.io of young tioopie were
a.ssoin bled to honor the sea ion, every new
comer was subjected to a sort of initiation
that was slightly trying, to say the least;
but the mischievous crowd received a well
deserved (right when they tried their antics
on Mr. 8., who, among other pleasant little
surprises in his room, found a wet sponge iu
ins bed.
Tho next morning be did not appear at
breakfast, and the footman who “valeted”
the young gentlemen announced with a very
grave face that Mr. B. was suffering from a
heavy cold. The conspirators exchanged
looks of dismay. "Thu wet sponge,” they
whisperod among themselves; and not
daring to own thoir misdeeds they dis
putched Archie 8., one of the ringleaders,
to their victim’s room to see if he were
really ill. He found Mr. B. breathing with
greut diffleuloy and much flushed. “I
and n’t want to alarm them downstairs, my
dear fellow," he whispered n •arsely,“or oat
a damper upon the party, but I fear I am
in for an lllru-as. i was tired out when I
went to bed last night, and how it happened
that i did not notice that my a eels were
wet, Ido not kuow; but t his morning I
found a wet sponge in the bed and every
thing was soaked. Borne of tbe ohiidren
must have played me a trick. Don’t tell
Mrs. A. It would trouble her if—unything
should happen to me.” he ejaculated, falling
back on his pillow, overcome by a violent flt
of coughing. Greatly alarmed at bis con
dition, Archie 8., at, Lis hostess’ suggestion,
drovo over for a doctor, who, after a visit
to his patient, came downstairs
shaking his head gravely. “I’neu
munia,” ho said solemnly, "an aggravated
case.” This was too much for tbe girls who
had been the chief Instigators of the silly
joke; and in a great fright they coufess id
thoir misconduct to Mrs. A. and passed
the morning wretchedly enough Their
disgust and indUriation may be imagined
when Mr. B. appeared at luncheon as
gay and radiant as possible, and their
hostess, who had been in tbe secret from
tbe beginning, asked sweetly whioh hud
“had the best of it.”
There are handkerchiefs for use and hand
chiefs for ornament. Of the latter there
is a greater variety. Tho siik crepe de chine
with round corners are very pretty. The
corners are as a rule just outlined with a
darker shade of silk than the handkerchief.
Light pink and blue handkerchiefs of
chiffon, embroidered in white silk, are a
novelty.
One of tbe dantiest handkerchiefs soen in
Paris was of white chiffon, embroidered in
silver. Another pretty one was of yellow
chiffon, embroidered in gold thread.
White hand-blocked handkerchiefs are
used for mourning; also black crepe de
ohine, embroidered in white.
Exquisite handkerchiefs are made of
solid embroidery. They are more in vogue
now than those of lace.
H. B. Randolph, Brunswick, Ga., writes:
"I was uuder the care of nine difforont
doctors, but not one did me the good that
Botanic Blood Palm has done me."—Ad.
A Pair of Opera Glasses
Is a most useful
Aud convenient article.
Beautifully mounted
Glasses are so oheap
At Sternberg’s that
No one can
Afford to be without.— ad.
Undressed kid and driving gloves, all
sizes, at LaFar’e.— Ad.
Hats, hate! Silk or Derby shapes. Dun
lap’s tine hats, at iaiFar’s. — Ad.
Harderfold underwear, equal to Jaeger’s
at La Far.— Ad.
DRY GOODS.
ECKSTEIN’S
NEW MDUV SILKS!
INDIA PON6EE SILKS !
STRIPED KOIKI SILKS !
BLACK JAPAN SILKS!
White Shanghai Sis!
Spring Style Ginghams!
lie Embroideries at sc,
20c Embroideries at 10c.
39c Embroideries at lie.
20c Laces Down to 10c.
All Cloaks and Capes
SOLDATANYPRICE.
GOSTAVE ECKSTEIN k CO.
AND STILL THEY GOf
and will continue to go
DURING JANUARY.
$24 00 Suits or Overcoats at sl9 805
22 00 Suits or Overcoats at 17 90,
18 00 Suits or Overcoats at 14 40
15 00 Suits or Overcoats at 11 90j
12 50 Suits or Overcoats at 9 6SS
10 00 Suits or Overcoats at 7 75
They are going, and why not at such prices? If you
wish to select before choicest are gone, come now.
Think of it, Jas. A. Banister’s finest French Calf ami
Patent Leather Shoes, all styles, sold everywhere at $6 ani
$0 50, go during sale
AT S4 75
Mi Sift Ml Toes, Plain nr Tip.
$4 00 Men’s or Ladies’ Shoes go at $3 30
3 00 Men’s or Ladies’ Shoes go at 2 65
2 50 Men's or Ladies’ Shoes go at 2 15
2 00 Men’s or Ladies’ Shoes go at 1 65
1 50 Men’s or Ladies' Shoes go at 1 30
These are bona fide offers,
made to reduce stock.
DRV ITS EROS.,
CONGRESS AND JEFFERSON STREETS.
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