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808 MARTIN’S LITTLE GIRL,
By DAVID CHRISTIE MURRAY.
Author of “JOSEPH’S CO AT," “AUNT RACHEL,” “RAINBOW GOLD.” Etc
Etc., Etc.
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CHAPTER XVL— Continued.
In due time, Mrs. Jordan Farrel having
found a successor for Matilda, the little
woman was free to return to her husband.
In the course of their rambles with the child
■he and Sam had marked a six-roomed cot
tage, standing in the midst of an inviting
and well-ordered little plot of ground, and
decided between them that it would be a
rather agreeable thing to have the perils ot
housekeeping and live there. Inquiries
proved that the cottage might be had on a
seven years’ lease at a moderate rental. The
place was takeu and furnished,and the pair
settled dowu with a very small servant girl
as the sole complement of the household.
Bam found congenial employment in the
garden, where he pruned and raked and
hoed and planted and weeded with a con
stant ardor, whilst Matilda and the small
maid between them kept the bouse pain
fully reat and polished.
They bad beon housekeeping for half a
year or thereabouts when they decided on a
question of great moment to this history.
“I have kept my lips closed. Sam,” said
Tilda, “up till now; but the little thing will
be growing up to an understanding age, and
I want to know whether it would be right to
tell her who she really is or to keep dark
about it)”
Sam revolved the matter In hie mind in
silence, slowly putHing at bis pipe mean
while.
“Well, my dear,” ho asked at last, “what
do you think ?’
“No, bam,” urged Matilda, “I want to
know what you think.”
“Well, youseo, Matilda." Sam responded,
‘•it’s liko tnis: I never quite know what 1
do think until I know what you think.
Which.” he aided idly, “isrhyme as wall as
reason."
“Well, then, Sam," said Matilda, “I
think it best to say nothing at all. She’s
Bob Martin’s little girl in point of fact, as
I’ve heard you say a thousand times. Now
her father had no’ got anything to leave
her, had he?”
“Not so much as an old boot,” Sam an
swered.
“Nor," pursued Matilda, “bis father’s
kith and kin?”
*‘His old folks,” Sam responded, “is dead
this ten years. His sister married a ship's
mate aud has goue the Lord knows where.
There’s nobody to claim the kid and nobody
to take care of her except me. I’m her
natural guardian."
“She’s likely to be a great deal better off
without you," said Mrs. Potter, decisively,
“and it’s too late to meddle with her now.
I’m speaking for the child's good, Sam. It’s
getting to he a good deal over three years
siuce I first had to do with her, and itstauds
to reaeon I’ve got fond of her. She’s got a
name of her own, or at least she's got a
name she’s known by. Mr. Hetberidge left
her ull his money once, and he’s likely to do
as much again, for I don’t suppose he’ll ever
marry. She’s being takeu thorough good
care of, and I think we’d belter make up
our minds once for all to keep a quiet
tongue about it. She’ll grow up to be a
lady where she is being took excellent good
care of, else urge it upon you, I never
-would, Sam, and that you niay put your
Bible word to."
“Very well, Matilda," Sam returned.
“That being your opinion it’s mine likewise.
1 shan’t say anything.”
The phenomena of mental disease are
often obscure and strange. The lost figure
after which Potter’s memory strayed in
fruitless endeavor bad been in his thoughts
e hundred times, and he had never reoog
sized it. In a rambling and half intelligi
ble way he had told his tale to Redwood,
and at that time he had known quite clearly
who it was that had dealt him that almost
fatal blow iu Hetherldge's house in Mel
bourne. Now, the memory of that terrible
episode seemed altogether erased from bis
mind. The pictures of it had faded into
nothingness Even the mention of Hether
fdge’s name, brought no hint to his intelli
gence. Iu his talks about the child with
bis wife, he often heard the name and often
used it. His mind seemed dear in respect to
all his dealings with Metheridge, exoept
one. To revive the memory of that uigrit
be needed a remembrance of another sort,
and in due time it came.
Mrs. Redwood and her boy had long since
settled in Wellsted, under the august shelter
of Mrs. Weybridge’s wing. The widow had
taken, under her patroness' advioe, a hand
some little house, not far from Wey bridge
Hall.
Her story had followed her, of course, but
it awoke and could awake no sentiment but
one ot pity, and sbe was never molested by
a hint of it. Hhe was still young and prettv
end was obviously well to do, whilst the
countenance of Mrs. Weybrldge gave her a
better social position than ever sbe could
have aspired to In the neighborhood of Up
ner, and there were not a few gentlemen of
early middle age in that part of the coun
try who were inclined to think that she
might make au agreeable life companion.
Hhe was altogether unconscious of these
fancies, aud would have loikcd on the mere
suggestion of a second marriage as some
thing very like a blasphemy. Hetheridge
visited her now and then at considerable in
tervals, but never imperiled bis cause by a
hint of the hope that prompted him. He
bad wailed years for revenge, and he could
wait as long, and as least as patiently for
love. He found life a weary business and
subdued himself to it with a fatigued resig
nation. He began to see—he bad
long ago begun to see that from the moat
purely selfish point of view the murder of
George Redwood was a blunder. It had
takeu all the salt aud spice out of the dish
of life and had left the mess flavorless. His
desire for Ellice Redwood, though it was
still bis strongest sentiment. was a poor
thing in comparison with what it had been
while bis detestation of her living husband
lent it life and force. He suffered, too,
from the companionship of horrors whose
presence it was difficult to endure. That
inspiration of nervous bate which had so
long supported him was only possible to a
roan on whom the nerves could take great
and terrible revenge. Conscience, or what
is popularly known as conscience, left him
unassailed, hut his outraged nerves called
into being whole battalions of invisible ene
mies to bis peace. He had goue back to
business, and was up to the eyes in affairs of
great importance. Over and over agalu he
courted times when it seemed that a week
might make or break him; and these expe
riences, with the mental strain they brought,
afforded him tne only trustworthy bulw&rit
he bad against the phantom host The very
good fortune which followed alibis business
enterprises terrified whilst it enriched him.
No man could long be as lucky as himself
with impunity. Home stroke of misfortune
would surely fall upon him and atone for
a very thing.
The constant gambling of his business
life, the wine he drank to drown his leers,
the ceaseless torment of bis nervous
tremors, combined to wear him down until
he seemed scarcely more than skin and
bone.
It was necessary for him sometimes to en
tertain men with whom he did business, and
be bed at first thought of taking a largo house
lu one of the least expensive of the great
western square*, lie had eveu viai ei the
bouse he had in mind, a id had obtained es
timates for fartiisbiug it, when the dread of
Ut empty lonatlnses got hold of b,:u and
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drove him from the project. He found
handsome lodgings, and gave hit dinners,
when it was necessary to give them, at a
hotel.
The multitude of his affairs rendered it
impossible for him to visit Wellsted often,
hut he would occasionally run down from
Saturday till Monday,and would sometimes
oall on Mrs. Redwood for an hour or two
on the Sunday afternoon. He was never
happy iu her presence, or contented in bis
anticipation of his visit or in bis memory of
it. They made a deeper gloom in the night
of life, and yet he sought them.
Wellsted is not a large place, but it had
room enough in it even at that time for a
good many different sooiat circles. Mrs.
Redwood lived on the fringe of the loftiest,
and Sam Potter and his wife in the middle
of a ring simply and purely bourgeoisie.
Sara, who had been arrested for the mnr
der of the lady's husband, could hardly fail
to know of her history and whereabouts,
but Mrs. Ret wood remained ignorant of his
neighborhood.
M< re than a year had gone by since the
widow's removal from Upnor. It was win
ter ti ue, and there were two or three inches
of snow upon the ground. Hetherldge had
paid one of his Sunday visits, had said bis
good-bys, and was in the act of returning
to his hotel. The Sabbath stllluess was in
tensified by the snow. His own footsteps
were almost inaudible to him as he walked
down the long and winding path which led
from the house to the gateway. Twice be
paused and looked back, saw the warm light
iu the windows of the room he bad just
quitted.
The landscape without looked cold and
bare, and the sky reflected the snow light
faintly, and objeota a score of yards away
took already fantastio and uncertain
forms. The gate was wide open, and, as he
reached it, he turned a third time to look at
the light which shone out at the windows,
broken into many shooting rays by the tn
tervening branches of the leafless trees. The
chill of coming enemy, the dull and deathly
gray of sky and landscape, and the all-per
vading hush and sense of loneliness com
bined to make the apartment he had so re
cently left seem warmer and more homelike
than it ha i been in reality. He stood look
ing toward it for a minute filled with an
important wrathful yearning. He tore him
self away with a groan of impatience and,
swinging rapidly through the gateway and
Into the road, came into rough contact
with a stalwart figure at the corner.
“Where are you going to, you stupid
yokel?” he begun.
He got no further, for, to his fear and
am.izomeut, a pair of strong hands clutched
him by tne throat, and so struck him that
his bat flew into the horse road, and his
teeth seemed to chatter in his head.
At first the shock and astonishment of
this unlooked-for assault deprived him of all
power of observation, but os his wits began
to work, and he struggled to escape the
grasp wbioh held him. he saw that his as
sailant was no ocher than Ham Potter,
“O, you can wriggle,” said his adversary,
still shakiug him, “but I’ve got you safe this
time. You murderer I you oold-biooded,
wicked murderer 1 You oome along o'me
to the police. I’ve got you by the wool,
matey. You better bo quiet and come
along peaceable. If you don't I’ll shake the
life out of you."
This statement made, Sam took one
brawny grip of shirt, waistooat, and over
coat, half throttling bis captive, and
marching into the load with him, com
pelled him to stoop for his hat. When
lletheridge in a half-dazed condition of
mind had obeyed him, and had put the hat
on, his captor gave it a savagely humorous
tap on the crown aud drove it over his
ears.
“Now,” ho said, “you’H go knocking in
nocent men on the head again, won’t you?
No. I can answer that! question for you,
matey, not much you won’t. I’m going to
have you took oare of for the rest of vour
natural life, I am. You come along o’ me
to the watch house.”
lletheridge was weaponless, and Potter’s
prodigious strength gave him an advantage
against which It was vaiu to struggle.
“You madman,” he said, “what do you
mean? Who are you? 1 never saw you in
my life before."
‘ ’O, yes you did,” said Potter, jeeringly.
“Your name’s John Hetheridge, aud mine’s
Ham Potter. We’ve met on the other side
of the world, we have. You tried to mur
der me in your own house in Melbourne.
You knocked me on the head and left me
senseless, you wioked murderer! I oau
prove it all agen you. I’ll swear to every
word of it.”
He tightened his grasp and dragged
Hetheridge along the road, too excited at
lirst to see that the grasp he kept upon him
was actually imperiling his life. When he
discovered this he changed his hold, and
sustaining bis captive in an upright posture
whilst he recovered breath, he triumphed
over him.
“You’ve waited a long time for this,
matey? So have I. I wonder how often
I’ve tried to remember who it was that
struck me that wicked blow. I mignt
never ba’ found it out at all if you hadn’t
run agen me, but you see 1 got it in a flash.
Here, I ain’t goin’ to waste time talking to
you, come aloDg.”
He dragged his prisoner on again. The
dusk was falling fast, and as chance had ft,
there was not a soul abroad.
The police office stood iu a court yard off
the main street of the town, aud almost at
the point whore the town and country met,
Potter thrusting Hetheridge before him.
bustled his man In the outer room of thy
station.
An officer, who was lounging sleepily by
the tire, rose at the noise of their entrance.
“What’s this?" be demanded.
“Here he is,” said Potter, “I’ve got him.
After all these vears I’ve got him.”
“Well," inquired the officer, whose posi
tion afforded him au occasional opportunity
for the vent ,‘of a chastened humor, “what
are you going to do with him now you have
got him?”
Sam passed an uncertain hand across bis
forehead and looked from the prisoner to
the policeman aud haok again, but said
nothing.
“The man’s mad,” said Hetheridge, “mad
or drunk. He fell upon me in the street just
now and halt choked me."
“Come now,” exclaimed the officer, turn
ing severely round on Potter. * ‘You’ve got
to explain all tnis, you kuow.”
Ham said not a word. The excitement
bad been too much for him and he bad for
gotten everything.
CHAPTER XVII.
Hetheridge knew not what to make of his
accuser’s silence.
“Come," said the officer. “What’s the
meaniug of It? You make an assault on this
gentleman and hustle him in here. You got
to explain yourself, you know."
Hull Ham sai l not a word.. He pane l bis
hands across his eye again and looked from
one to the other in hopeless bewilderumeut.
His late prisoner began to put two and two
together. Potter bad confessed to Laving
tried often aud vainly to remember wboeu
baud had struck uim. The man's mind was
evidently unhinged aud ft was plain to see
that bis memory had agalu ileeerted him.
“Do you know this fellow stall?” Hetber-
Idge asked the officer.
*'rt by, yee. air,” the man returned, “J
know L.ui 1 don't kuow anything against
him. lie's a man <4 privets means, a A
■ bes got a rasp we table Louse lu the Pia.
| auuoe. I toms, lie added, confidently, “if
I j on wk me, he's been demiting, ’
* 1 think he a .ns I,” said iivlUrri jge, grow.
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ing moment by moment more assured. “You
see how he has served me, officer.”
His shirt collar was torn open, his scarf
was a wreck, a pair of buttons were missing
from his overcoat, and on his throat the
purple imprest of Bam Potter’s knuckles
was plainly visible.
“I see. sir,” the officer answered, sympa
thetically.
Then turning to Potter:
“Now are you going to say anything or
are not?”
Potter's bewilderment was complete and
he st od like a man in a dre .m.
“Do you give the man in charge, sir?’ the
officer asked, appealing to Hetberidge.
“Certainiy I do. If the man’s mad he
must be takeu care of. If he’s drunk he
needs to be taught a lesson.”
“I must trouble you for your name and
address, sir,” satd the officer, and the brief
necessary formalities having been complied
with Hetheridge went his way leaving his
late oaptor captive.
The more bo reflected upon this incident
the more be was inoiined to think that on
the whole it was one concerning which he
might congratulate himself. It would cer
tainly have been better to have escaped
Potter, altogether, but since the man was
here an encounter between them oould
hardly hare resulted more favorably. Even
supposing Potter to recover his memory of
events, the fact of his violence and his si
lence made it easy to suggest that his charge
was no more than a madman’s dream. In
any case Hetheridge conoluded it was en
tirely unsupported by evidence. To any
body who did not know the facts of the case,
Potter’s conduct must look absolutely crazy.
Ad accusation following on so strange a pro
ceeding might be brushed aside as the
babble of ap idiot, or the raving of a mad
man.
“You’d better come this way, my friend,”
said the offioer, when he and Ham wore left
to themselves. He took down a bunch of
keys from the wall and leisurely motioned
his prisoner to a doorway leading to the
cells.
Ham in his dazed state would have obeyed
anybody in almost anything, but before he
had a forward step a gentleman walked
briskly through the doorway which had
just been indicated.
“That’s all right, Roberts,” he said. “The
man’s safe enough now, and will do very
nicely till the morning. When I first saw
him I thought be was on the way to king
dom come. As oomplete a case of alcholic
poisoning as ever 1 saw in my life. Hello,
my man, what’s the matter with you?”
Sam, with his feet pleated apart and with
his hands thrust into the pookets of his pilot
cloth jacket, was swaying round and round
in a fashion which threatened an immediate
fall.
The gentleman took him by the lapel of
his ooat to steady him and looked Into his
eyes with grave inquiry. The swaying
motion ceased, hut Sam stared right before
him, seeing nothing and thinking nothing.
“Where did you piok up this fellow, Rob
erts?”
" Why, It’s rather a queer affair, sir,"
said the policeman. “He brought himself
here. You know Mr. Hetheridge, sir."
The doctor nodded.
“This man brought him by the collar
about ten minutes back—rushed him in as
If he was trundling a wheelbarrow. I
thought be was going to give him in charge,
but he hasn’t opened his lips to say a word,
good, bad, or indifferent. Looks a Dit queer,
don’t be, sir?”
“Yes," the doctor assented. “He looks a
bit queer. Perhaps more than a bit queer.
Sit down on this bench, my man. There
you are. Now give me a chair, Roberts?"
“Think he’s been drinking, sir?’ the
official asked.
"Sure he hasn’t,” said the doctor. “Not a
sign of drink about him. I know the man
by sight. Who is he?"
"Name of Potter, Samuel Potter. Has a
house in the Pleasaunoe.”
“Ah, yes. I know him now. Look here!
Potter, "wake up a bit."
Sam being thus appealed to, made a half
mechanioai effort to collect himself, and
looked his interlocutor in the face.
“You’ve had a ehock, haven’t you, Pot
ter* Now what was it? Don’t remember)
You’ve been exciting yourself. You’ve
been flying into a passion. Now that isn’t
good for us, is it Potter? This man’s had a
sun stroke, or a knock on the head, and ex
oitement spills him. He’s clean spilt now.
There’ll be probably no making anything
out of him till to-morrow."
“Well, sir,” said the offioial, facetiously,
“I’ll take care of him till then."
“I rather think you’d better not," the doc
tor answered. “His temperature is too low
already. The man’s shivering. A night in
the cells will do him no good. Give him a
seat by the fire, and I’ll go over and see Mr.
Wey bridge. Hend somebody down to his wife
and tell her to come up to the hall at ouce.
Hhe can find bail for him. The man will be
best at home.”
Poor Matilda was very frightened to learn,
that for the second time in their married life,
the unfortunate Ham was in the bands ot the
police. The teapot, under its comfortable
oozy, already simmered on the table. The
muffins were in the fender under a mental
cover, and everything was in waiting for
the evening meab
The palpitating little woman deserted all,
and snatching up shawl and bonnet, rushed
out Into the snow-lit night, arranging her
bows and adjusting her shawl with trem
bling fingers as sbe ran. The instructions
left by the messenger were that sbe should
proceed immediately to the hall: and it was
fortunate for her that she had not far to go.
Even as It was she arrived in a state of
breathless agitation, and for a little while
was as useless as Ham himself would have
been at that moment. Mr. Wey bridge,
acting on the doctor's statement, made no
difficulty about admitting Potter to bail on
his own recognizance; and Ham being sent
for, was with some little trouble induced to
sign his name, and so released.
Matilda wept over him when he had him
once more in her own charge, und would
have ctamorod at him with questions if the
doctor had not intervened.
“My dear lady,” said the medico. “If
you don’t let this uulucky husband of yours
alone, you may have to send him to an
asylum. Don’t plague him with questions
to-ulght. Give him a quiet cup of tea, and
let him get to bed. The more sleep he can
get between now and to-morrow morning,
the better It will be for him. I’ll come in
and do the questioning in the morning.”
Under ordinary circumstances Matilda
would have resented this interference with
her domestic rights, but in her solicitude for
Ham she submitted with humility. Hhe
burned with curiosity half the night, but
suppressed her natural cravings with
heroism and forebore to ask a single ques
tion.
In the morning Sam was as queer as ever,
aud whilst he and Matilda sat unbusiness
like at the breakfast table, the one making
a mere pretense of eating and the other not
even pretending, the little maid brought in
the came of Dr. Hope.
Matilda herself arose to receive the visi
tor, and. meeting the doctor in the hall, an
swered his first inquiries with a woeful
shake of the bead.
“Let us have a look at him,” said the doc
tor, cheerily; and, entering the room in
which breakfast was laid, he put a friendly
band on Ham’s broad haok. “Aud bow are
wo this morning?”
Ham looked at him with inexpressive eyes
and said nothing. The doctor for a nn-re
inst Jut looked disconcerted, and Matilda,
whose anxieties quickened her perceptions,
saw him lift bis eyeurows with an expres
sion that seemed t-i betoken both surprise
and disappointment. He smoothed bis
features in an instant, and, pattiug Ham
soothingly on the shoulder, urged him to
speak.
“Come, old fellow, can't you And your
tongue? How are you?'
htili He in bad nothing to say for bituaelf,
and Matilda began to cry.
“Now, my dear madam." said the doctor,
I “we must have patience, aud we wunt have
courage Nobody can work Iu the dark,
I you know, aud you must tell me as much as
you can about your husband. it's plainly
to be eeau tout be has Heed a great deal
] abroad. A mao doesn't get a complexion
uge us m England, Now did tout verLear
if him ever having suiistrck*?’
“No, sir,* sobbtjMatilda, “Never,”
I "L< you know, ’ anted tbs doctor, “of bis
having received at any time a wound on the
bead from a fall or a blow or anything of
that kind?’
“He’s never been able to tell exactly how
it happened,” Tilda answered, “but he’s
mentioned often that bis head was hurt in
Australia.”
“Have you ever seen him like this be
fore?”
“Never till yesterday.”
“And bow long have you been married?”
“About three years, sir.”
“Well, now, tell me. VS'as this injury to
the head, whatever it may have been, re
ceived before or after your marriage?”
“After,” returned Matilda “SVe’ve talked
about it a good deal, and I’ve tried to get to
the bottom of it often, Dut it al ways seemed
to mither him, and so lately 1 haven’t talked
about it much. I can’t help thinking that
It must hava happened the night that 1 left
Melbourne.”
“How long ago?’
“We'd been married about two months,”
said Matilda; “aDd Bam had money ooming
to him In England, We made up our minds
to come here, and I went aboard the ship.
Ham was to have been there that night two
or three hour* before we sailed, but he didn’t
come, and I never had word of him for two
years.”
The conversation bad been carried on in
an ordinary tone at his very elbow, but Ham
paid no heed to the sneakers. He had
drawn out of his pocket a fiat plug of tobacco
ana a clasp knife, and now sat shredding
the tobacco into coarse fragments with an
aspect almost mechanical.
“And how,” asked the doctor, with an ob
servant sidelong glance at him, “did he ex
plain his absence?”
“He never could,” returned Matilda, with
a gush of tears. “I’ve never been able to un
derstand it to this day. His poor head’s been
knocked about dreadfully. You can feel
that for yourself.”
The doctor, rising and standing over his
patient, passed his dexterous fingers, at
once firm and light about Potter’s head, and
paused suddenly with an indrawn whistling
breath.
“That was a smash,” ha said, “and no
mistake,” and so sat down again. “Goon,”
be said, nodding to Matilda
“That’s ail I know,” she answered.
“Perhaps not quite all. We shall see.
Had your husband any reason for Btaving on
shore whilst you went on board ship? Try
to remember that.”
“O, yes,” Matilda answered, readily. “He
went to my old place to fetob my boxes.
I’ve thought sometimes he might have met
with robbers in the house. You see, sir, the
place was empty. Mr. Hetheridge was be
lieved to be dead at that time. He was lost
in the bush.”
“Mr. Hetheridge?” the doctor asked.
“Was that the man your husband is oharged
with assaulting?”
“It’s the same gentleman, sir,” said Ma
tilda.
“M’m,” said the doctor, thoughtfully,
“Well, Mrs. Potter, for the present, there’s
nothing for it but to keep your husband
quite tranquil. He musu’t be bothered iu
any way, but if you can rouse him a little
aud find something to occupy him, it will do
him good. Only it must be done with the
greatest gentleness. Don’t startle him, and
don’t let nim be worried.”
He made certain neoessary inquiries at to
the physical condition of bis patient, wrote
out the inevitable prescription, and took his
leave, revolving the whole business In his
mind.
Here again was suspicion dogging Heth
eridge’s murderous footsteps with nothing
but itself to feed on. It was as plainly to
be seen as the sun at midday, that Potter’s
encounter with Hetheridge had so far ex
cited him as to throw his disturbed mind
nearly off his balance, and his action in
dragging Hetheridge to the police station
Indicated that he had, or fancied that he
had, a criminal charge to prefer against
him. W hat more likely than a charge of
murderous assault, and—lu the same breath
—what less likely?
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
A DANOa UNDER THE BAN.
Tne Hula-Hula of the Hawaiians la
Now Performed Only in Secret.
Honolulu Letter to Chicago Inter Ocean.
The national dance of the islanders is
called the hula-hula. It flourished greatly
in Kiug Kalakaua’s time, but for the past
few years it has been interdicted by law on
aooount of its immoral character. It Is
practically the sams as the regular abdom
inal danoes practiced in all Oriental ooua •
tries. The only time this kind of dance was
seen publicly at the north was last spring
at Koarer & Bial’s, New York. It was
■topped by the police. The natives a few
years ago openly danced the hula-hula
and had variations of it for every sort of
festal celebration.
At the present time its grosser features
have been cultivated to a degree of utter
abandon, and it is made a high-priced spec
tacle for tourists who are given to that sort
of thing and are willing to pay for it. Par
ties are made up and conducted to some
secluded place on the outskirts of the town
or a remote point of the shore. A feast is
given and sandpaper gin enough to float a
ship la consumed, the tear winding up with
the hula iu its rankest form. Every
Kanaka is supposed to be able to do some
thing in the way of hula dauoing, but there
are three or four females who are pro
fessional dancers, and whose performance
is practically that of trained gymuasts.
One day down on Hawaii I saw a number
of children, ranging from 5 to 10 years of
age, dancing the forbidden dance in a lively
and artistio manner. The steersmen of the
crews of the whaleboats, which convey
passengers from the coast steamers to the
shores, in racing for “fares’' stimulate their
crews by dauciug the hula standing on a
thwart, steering and sculling at the same
time.
Hale and Hearty at 112.
From the Indianapolis Journal.
Corydon, March 10. — Probably the oldest
inhabitant of Southern Indiana, is Alex
ander Hocknday of Blue River township,
this county. He was born In what is now
the date of Kentucky, in 1780, and con
sequently is iu his IT 2th year. Ha is the
father of twelve children, and his wife,
who is thirty years his junior, is still living
Mr. Hockaday never took but one dose of
medicine iu his life, and did not taka that
until he was more than 100 years old. He
is hale and hearty, and bids fair to live
several years yet.
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Forail sick and nervous headaches take
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Ludies.for natural and thorough organic
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you in any of the above-named diseases, ail
of which arise from a torpid or diseased
liver, stomach, kidneys or bowels.
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Go.
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biliousness, disordered kidneys, and consu
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Lemon Elixir and am now a well man.
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Cures ail coughs, colds, hoarseness, acre
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THE WOMAN OF FASHION.
THB 6PRING NOVELTIES THAT ABBS
ATTRACTING HER ATTENTION.
Dainty Sillcs in New Shadea-Tbe Fan
ciful Petticoat—New Greek Styles
for the Hair—The Latest in ChiffOD.
The Freshest of Spring Costumes.
ICowrigKt.)
New York, March 36.—Women are all
(hot these days. That U, when they are
gowned in dainty silks. We look at one
from a certain view point, and say to our
selves, "There’s a very pretty old bine
silk,*’ but she turns suddenly, and we find
ourselves looking, not at a blue, but a dull
gold silk. I saw yesterday some of the
daintiest colors and designs in shot silks.
They would look exquisite made into tea
gowns with long, straight lines aud soft
plaiting*. The shading was made by a fine
silk thread covering the body of the silk
closely in minute squares. There was dull
pink run with dull gold, pinky heliotrope
with white pink, dull blue with gold, deep
salmon with very pale salmon, celestial
blue with white. Glace silks ere almost
prettier yet A soft fawn was striped at
wide intervals with narrow white satin,
and in between were gracefnl sprays of
pink roses and green leaves. Afternoon
teas are a blessing and a refuge during the
enforced quiet of Lenten days, and these
soft silks make brilliant clusters as the fair
sex gather about tiny tables and talk know
ingly ou every subject between tue sins of
tea.
You would never believe, would you, that
a time would come when worneu would
stand, and gaze, aud admire—just as if it
were a bonnet—nothing but a petticoat*
And, mind you, not a dainty underskirt
with soft rutiles and lace and feather
stitching—for that would bo perfectly nat
ural and proper—but an outside petticoat,
an underskirt. And tbat is what I saw a
number of women doing, and I didn’t blame
them a bit; all I did was to join their ranks
and add my own small "Ah !”of admiration to
their numerous ones. For the skirts were
so pretty. They, too, were of shot silk,
most of them, and had small full fancy
ru flies at the edge. Some of them were
made of striped silk, trimmed with deen
lace rutiles caught up every once in a while
in a small knot. One was black striDed in
red and had a red ruffle, softened by blaok
lace, over. This was a little too gorgeous
for most of the women, but the pale silks
pleased them all immensely. Ofoourse,in
selecting one of these, you must match the
gown it is to be worn with.
The effect is very much better when the
same tone is preserved throughout, espe
cially as the underskirts aro very much
oftener exposed to view since the trained
skirts have resumed their sway over ferns
iuine hearts and figures.
Nothing has as yet appeared to supersede
chiffon. In faot it is so soft, and drapes so
prettily, that it leaves little to be desired.
VV hole fronts of fancy bodioes are made of it
now. Over pale blue silk a loose chiffon vest
is just as pretty as it can be. Shirred at the
ueck aud waist, made so full that it bangs
over at the waist almost like a blouse, a deep
ruffleof point laceover itat the neck, another
one, narrower, coming from under the full
ness, at the waist, gives a charming effect
and is especially becoming to a very thin
figure. Another one is folded over—this
one in pink—surplice fashion, except that
the surplice stops when it gets to the center
of the bodice instead of going under the
arm, and is there rolled together in loose
folds. Out of these felds comes a dainty
lace edge in wheel pattern of point, em
broidered light into the chiffon. The full,
gauzy sleeves are also edged with this lace.
What effect oould be prettier under the soft
light of a candelabra*
Of course the latest way of wearing the
hair Is tuwhave it parted in the middle and
waved softly down over the brows. But
unfortunately the style Is very trying and
suits so few people tbat we poor folks who
are made ridiculous by such a style look
around for something more becoming. And
Dame Fashion was very lenient this time,
iihe foresaw the terrible consequences that
would ensue if ail women should follow
this style, and so she added some othors
that are so graceful and pretty that almost
any one can adopt them. The ribbon
idea, for instance, has so many varie
ties that it can be made to suit
almost auy coiffure. Here is anew Greek
style that ribbon looks very graceful with.
After waiving tho entire hair in big, soft
waves, gather it very loosely, high at tho
back of the head, then i divide it in two.
Now each of these portions must be made
into wide puffs, one under the other and
narrowing as they near the nock. The
very ends duster in small curls at the bot
tom of the coiffure, and if you can manage
to have another ourl as the top, the effect
will be prettier still. Then from out the
soft curls on your forehead comes the nar
row band of ribbon which goes
around straight aDd is fastened into
the puffs at the back. At tho
right side is a fly-away bow, which adds
sufficient piquancy to the arrangement.
Another Greek style is made by extra
heavy, smooth ooils around the head, and
the center, of course, extends outward from
the head to some extent. Through this a
twisted piu, the bigger the better, is stuck.
The front hair is curled backward as far as
tbe ooil. Though the coil is firm and tight,
yet the hair must first be gathered very
loosely, elen so loosely as to fall lightly
over tbe tips of the ears.
Our climate Is getting so very variable
that in winter we daren’t put away our
summer garments altogether, and in sum
mer our winter ones are often very com
fortable. It is even worse these spring
days. In the morning we get up shivering
and don something warm and comfortable.
About three or four hours afterward, when
tbe sun has been shining strong and full, we
have to change our gowu in a great hurry,
and there is the greatest incongru
ity, often, between the attire of different
strollers in the park this variable season.
Somebody tbat started early is mantled close
ly in furs; somebody that was wise and wait
ed is looking cool and comfortable in neat
spring attire. Isn’t this a pretty costume
for a morning walk under the fresh, tender
green just peeping out from the tree and
bushes* It goes so prettily with all the
spring ooloring, even with the Drown earth
under one’s feet. Dull pink—not old rose,
but a duller shade than that—very light,
something like a blush softened, of soft fine
goods; skirt plain and straight, not a bell,
not even a train. It just clears
the ground. It is trimmed
with two narrow bands of pale
yellow. The waist is also all plain, except
for a full front of yellow obiffou to match
the skirt trimming. The belt at the waist
widens in tbe front and runs down into a
little point. If the sun is very wurm you
may carry your pale yellow mousquetaires.
Your bat is almost covered with folds of
yellow chiffon, and a dull pink feathef falls
carelessly over it, coming from underneath
a big pink bow at the back that has stream
ers that fall down to the waist. If you go
out in this costume and it is accompanied
by a fiesh complexion, you will be as fair
as all nature is about you, and tho very
birds will twitter soft nothings to you as
you pass. Eva A. Schubert.
FOK SALK.
FOR SALE.
GRANITE,
Either dimension work or crushed stone.
SAND OR BRICK
In train or carload lout,
tW*PRICES OS APPLICATION.
J. F. BABBITT, JR., G. F.A.. City.
MEDICAL.
Chicmcßter’B English, Red Cross Diamond Brand A
4PrENH>fRONA\i * VttAiS A
THioeisiioaiuit. Th. Safe, Sere, rm m \VBk
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m boxn. *eald wi:hbi. rtbboo. Tl< no other Mad. S.ldiaauiM S Mmm. V
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P, P. P. Pimples j
PRICKLY ASH, POKE ROOT Blotches, v £
AND POTASSIUM ™ J &
Makes
7? . . Old Sores
Marvelous Cures—
* Pnckly Ash, Poke Root and Potassium,
m the greatest blood purifier on earth.
mDlnnri DaiAISN Bolls, eresypelas. syphilis, rheuma.
oirilin IlllAriH Ha™. scrofula, blood poison, mercurial
IsIwUU I UlvUll poison, and all other Impurities of the
ix i I, Blood are cured by P. P. P.
Randall Pope, the retired druggist of
•t I . • Madison, Fla., says: P.P.P. is the best
fillmntlflHV alterative and blood medicine on the
IlikuU iSiUtlhlll market. He being adruggist and hav
lUlUUlliUtlwill ing sold all kinds of medicine, his un- I
**^solicited testimonial is of great impor
tance to the sick and suffering.
and Scrofula
UIIU VUI UIUIU great pleasure in testifying to the effl
— clout qualities of the popular remedy
for eruptions of the skin known as
_ _ P P. P. (Prickly Ash, Poke Root and
P. P. P. purifies the blood, builds up Potassium.) I suffered for several
the weakand debilitated, giveastrengtn years with an unsightly and dlsagie
to weakened nerves, expels diseases, eable eruption on my face, and tried
givingthe patient health and happiness various remedies to removeit, none of
where sickness, gloomy feelings and which accomplished the object, until
lassitude first prevailed. this valuable preparation was resorted
In blood poison, mercurial poison, to. After taking three bottles. In ao
malaria, dyspepsia and in all blood and cordance with directions, lam now eo
skin diseases, like blotches, pimples, tirely cured. J. D. JOHNSTON,
old chronic ulcers, tetter, scaldheod,
we may say without fear of contra- ' ' Savannan flu
diction that P. P. P. is the beet blood o„—' (V ,
nurifler intbe world Henry winter, Superintendent of the
** Savannah Brewery, says : he has had
ladies whose systems are poisoned rheumatism of tbe heart for several
and whose blood is in an impure con- years, often unable to walk his pain was
dition, due to menstrual irregularities, go intense; he had professors in Phila
are peculiarly benefited by the woo- delphlabut received no relief until he
derful tonic and blood cleansing pro- came to Savannah and tried P. P. P.
pertiee of P. P. P , Prickly Ash, Poke Two bottles made him a well mao and
Root and Potassium. he renders thank, to P. P. P 7
All druggists sell it.
BROS., Proprietors,
Lippman’s Blook, Savanaatl, G&
RAILROADS.
Florida Central ana Railroad.
FLORIDA TRUNK LINE—SHORT LINE TO TAMPA—TIME CARD IN EFFECT MAR. 14,189*.
GOINOIjOIjTH—rSaD DOWN. GOING NORTH—REAP UP.
Flviss 1 AT T ATJ A "]\T Flyino -
Ck ac her tu(| 7 Dallv f-l *1- -I—l lx AM non— tIaIIv Crioui
Daily ex. UaHy ' DaUy ' IS THE POINT TO CHANGE UaUy - Daliy - Daily ex
Sunday. GOING SOUTH. Sunday.’
7:25 pm 12:46pm 7:o4aojLv Savannah Ar 7:sopm 12:!4n’n 4:loam
7:03 am 6:43 pm 11:26 am Lv Callahan Ar 1:45 pih 7:30 am 10:25 pt
9:40 aml 9:oopm 11:15 am Lv Jacksonville Ar 1:55 pm 6:30 am 4:36 pm'
11:50 am! 12:33 n't 2:23 pm Ar Hawthorne Ly 10:44 am 3:23 am 2;23pm
12:48 pm! 3:31 pm Ar Sliver Springs LV 9:46 am 1:22 pm
1:26 pml 2:l* am 3:44 pm Ar,,.. Ocala .Lv 9:34 am I:4Bam 12:47pm
2:11 pm 3:35am 4:40 pm Ar Wildwood ..Lv 8185 am 12:15 am 11:56pm
3:07 pm| 4:52am 6:4Spm:Ar Lacoochee Lv 7:32am 10:53 am 10:66 pmi
8:31pm! 5:12 am +f:oopmAr Dade CSty Lv 7:14 am 10:80 pm 10:41 a m
4:14 pm! 6:25 am 7:19 pm Ar Plant Oity .Lv 6:57 am 9:17 pm 9:47 am
5:00 pmi 7:45 am 8:30 pm Ar Tampa Lv 5:00 am 8;10 pm 9:00 ain
Stops 3:36 am 4:40 pm Lv Wildwood Ar 8:35 am 11:59 pm Stops
26 5:23 am 5:40 pm Ar Tavares Lv 7:33 am 10:35 pm 25
minutes 6:37 am 6:36 pm Ar Apopka _....Lv 6:37 am 9:05 pm minutes
at 7:20 am 7:10 pm Ar Orlando Lv 6:05 am 8:00 pm at
SILVER SILVER
SPRINGj 4:52 am 6:43 pm Lv Lacoochee Ar 7:32 am i 10:53 am SPRING
to ! 8:20 am 8:48 pm Ar Tarpon Spring* Lv 7:40 pm to
view 8:88 am 9:00 pm Ar Sutherland Lv 7:23 pm view
the ! 10:00 am 10:51 pm Ar St Petersburg Lv 6:05 pm the
spring | • spring
and *8:40 am *4:67 pm Ar Dunnellon Lv *8:08 am *4:33 pm and
for *6:30 pm Ar Homosasea Lv *6:45 am.... for
row r ow
on 2:81 pm Ar GaloesviUa Lv 10:23 am on
lake. 6:20 pm Ar Cedar Key Lv 6:80 am lake.
SAVANNAH AND FERNANDINA.
I pm I 7:04 amLv Savannah ....Ar 7:50 pm n'nj
I 9:45 am| 3:oopm!Ar remanding Lv 10:10 am 5:50 pm|
•Doily except Bunday. tMeals.
CALLAHAN la the transfer station for all points in South Florida reached by tbe F. C. A
P. and Its connections.
Solid trains Callahan to Tampa and Orlando. Close connection at Tampa with So. Fla R. R.
for Port Tatnpa. Key West and Havana. Close oonnection at Owensboro with 80. Fla R R. for
Lakeland and Hartow. Close oonnection at Tavares with J, T. and K. W. Ry. for Sanford and
Titusville. Pullman Buffet sleeping cars on night trains. Through short line Jacksonville to New
Orleans, Jacksonville to Thomasvllle, Montgomery and Cincinnati. Tickets sold and baggage
checked through to all points in the United States, Canada and Mexico. Sand for best map of
Florida published, and for any Information desired, to
D. K. MAXWELL, G. M. A. O. MACDONELL, G. R. A., Jacksonville.
MEDICAL.
DR. H. CLERY’S REMEDY FOR
ASTHMA, NEURALGIA,
and NERVOUS Headache.
By inhaling the smoke of the burning powders.ao.
cording to full direction enclosed in each package
infant relief is obtained, epeedy euro guaranteed’
E-FOUGERA 4 C 0. t ABENTS,3O NORTH WILLIAM ST., N. I
CONSUMPTION.
I have a poaitive remedy for the above disease; by its
use thousands of caeos of the worst kind and of long
standing have been cured. Indeed so strong is my faith
in its efficacy, that I will send two bottles free, with
a VALUABLE TREATISE on this disease to any suf
ferer who will send me theft- Express and P. O. address.
T. A. Sloruni, M. C. 183 Pearl St., N. Y
7URHlsmna GOODS,
DUNLAP’S
Irtrtils
Spring, 1892,
Beautiful New Shape
NOW READY AT
LaFAR’S,
Sole Agent for Savannah,
27 BULL BTREET.
FINK LINK OB’
GAS iLYfliltS AM) GLOBES
AT—
L. A. MCCARTHY’S,
4.U DRAYTON t"r.
SHOBfs.
AS FEBRUARY |"W
ANTICIPATES \
DO WE ANTICIPATE
YOUR NEEDS IN THE
SHOE LINE.
Furthermore, we realive that in order to
secure vour trade we must offer every hon
orable inducement. Even if we were not
ourselves disposed to deal liberally we are
forced to the greatest generosity by com
petition—in many instances competition
in name only, however. Tha results
are the same. We are bound to be in tbe
advance column. We therefore eclipse all
in quantity and quality, lowness in prioe,
promptness and courtesy of service, etc.
We Ask the Favor of a Call.
BUTLER lIIISSET,
Dealers in Fine Footwear.
WHOLESALE OiKOC KK-i.
GOOD HEALTH
Is one of the greatest blessings bestowed on
mankind. Excesses are great destroyers of
health. A little stimulant when taken in mod
eration, such as tbe OLD KNICKERBOCKER
RYE and OLD FASHIONED RYE WHISKIES
are preservatives. Ask your grocers for these
with our name and guarantee.
HENRY SOLOMON & SON,
Wholesale Liquor Dealers, Savannah, G>
As With Evurythihg Else,
SO ALSO WITH SHOES.
Tbe quality determines the value. A bad
shoe is dear at any prioe. Our object Is to give
tbe beet value for the least money, and this w
do. We pick up no job lute or auction truck,
and. consequently do uot pose off euch stuff oo
our patrons os straight goods. All of our shoe*
are inode by leading manufacturers. 800 t be
busied by catch trap statements.
OKIE 4 QUINT.
21 Barnard Street.
