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THE CLOCKS
OF MARSEILLES.
From the New i >r! r.ns Times-Democrat.
There is a tradition in Marseilles that
on a particular r.iyht, many years aero,
all the clocks in that city were put for
ward one hour—a tradition which is said
to have had its origin in the following
story:
There lived in the vicinity of that city
a M. Valctte, a gentleman of ancient
family and of considerable fortune. He
had marrried Marie Danville, daughter of
the mayor of the city. and. with their
two sons and two daughters, dwelt in a
beautiful villa near the city a sea! which
h ad been the favorite residence of his an
cestors.
As his children grew up. however, he
was induced to move to Paris, which
rlace both he and Mme. Valette conceived
to be more suited to the education of
their family. The removal of M. Valette
and of his family was deplored by his
tenantry, to whom he had been us a father,
but particularly us M. le Brun. w hom he
bad left factor on his estate, was, thoueb
a just man, of harsh and unaccommodat
ing temper.
M. Valette found it necessary in Paris
to adopt a mode of life which but ill ac
corded with the moderation of his lor
tune. He made frequent demands for
renewed remittances upon his factor: and
the latter was forced to use rigorous and
oppressive measures to procure for his
master the necessary means. The scanty
vintage of the preceding .'.car bad made
such demands doubly hard to obey, and
I a- Brun became as odious to the tenantry
as Valette had been respected and beloved.
These circumstances were but little
known to Valette. or lie would have re
volted from a manner of life which wrung
from bis tv nants almost all their hard
earned substance. One night, as he slept
in Paris, the form of his factor appeared
to him. covered with blood, informing him
that he had been murdered by the
tenantry on M. '.'alette's estate for rigor
in collecting bis revenue, and that his
body had been buried under a particular
tree, which it minutely described. The
ghost of |,e Brun requested, moreover,
that M. Valette would hasten to Marseilles
and deposit his remains in the grave of
his ancestors. To this request Valette
assented, and the apparition at once dis
appi a red.
The m iming came to dissipate the
doom which the vision of the night hud
Occasioned: and though he had been for
some time astonish'd at the unusual
silence of Le Brun, yet he could not help
considering the whole as a mere illusion.
Stories of ghosts he had always consid
ered as lit only for the nursery. To take
so long a journey on such an errand he
knew would be regarded as the bight of
superstition: and so he made no mention
of the incident.
"You are more thoughtful than usual,
fether," said one of his daughters to him
next morning at breakfast.
"I am thinking, my dear." said M.
Yalette, "why 1 have been so long in
hearing from Le Brun. 1 need money,
and my demands have not been met."
Night came again, and about the hour
of midnight Le Brun again appeared
There was an evident frown on his
countenance, and he inquired of Yalette
why he had delayed in fulfilling his re
quest. Yalette again promised immediate
obedience, and was no longer disturbed
by the unwelcome intruder. Morning
came again.
"It must harp been a dream," said he
to himself, - though a remarkable one.
certainly. To day will probably bring mo
the expected lett-r from Brim."
The third night the vision appeared
with a terrible frown on its countenance.
It reproached Valette for his want of
friendship to the man whose hiood had
been spilt in his cause, and for disregard
ing the peace of his soul.
"If you will grant me my request,” said
the phantom, "I promise to give you
twenty-four hours' warning of the time of
your own death, to arrange ‘jour affairs
and to make your peace with God.”
Mr. iYalette promised in the most
solemn manner that he would set off next
morning for Marseilles, to execute the
commission: and the apparition of Lc
Brun disappeared.
Valette rose early next day. and. a al
leging to his family that business of the
most urgent necessity t ailed him imme
diately to Marseilles, departed for the
scat of his ancestors, after an absence of
ton years. There he found that the nar
ration of the murder of Le Brun was but
too true. Under the tree that had been
so minutely described to him, be found
the mangled remains, which be caused to
be decently interred in the family vault.
In vain, however, he made search for the
murderers. The same causes which oc
casioned the death of the unfortunate
I-C Brun led the tenants to the most ob
stinate concealment of it. and Yalette
saw. with horror and regret, the misery
they had suffered that ho might be fur
nished with the means of extravagance.
Had I imagined," he exclaimed "that
mv unsatisfactory pleasures would have
cost so dear. 1 would long , since have re
tired from Paris. I shall return to my
estate immediately, that my children may
learn to relish its tranquil pleasures.”
Mr. Valette no sooner returned to Paris
than ho communicated his resolution to
Ins wife. Mine. Yalette, having accom
plished the principal object of her resi
dence in Paris- the education of her fam
ily—assented with pleasure to a return
and in little more than a year they found
themselves again in the. chateau of their
ancestors ,
About eight years after their return
from Paris, the family mansion demand
ing repairs, they found it necessary to re
move for some time to Marseilles, where
they resided in the house of M. Danville,
the father of M. Yalette.
Time hart effaced the impression of his
dream from the mind of Yalette. Sitting
one night after supper in the midst of his
family, a louu and sudden knocking was
heard at 11* -gate; but when the servant
went to open it, he found nobody without
After a short interval the same loud
knocking was again heard, and one of
\ alette's sons accompanied the servant to
the gate to see who demanded admittance
at so unseasonable an hour. To their as
tonishoient no one was to be seen there.
A third time the knocking was repeated,
still louder and louder, aun a sudden
thought darted across the mind of Val
et te.
"1 will go to the gate myself," said
he , T believe 1 know who'it is that
knocks. '
His presentiment was too truly realized
Hs he opened the gate Lc Brun appeared
and whispered to him that next night at
the same time—for it was now thr twelfth
hour--hemust prepare himself to leave
the world Then, waving his hand, as if
to bid adieu. Le Brim disappeared.
M. Yalette returned ghastly as the
phantom he had stem to the family cir
cle: and upon then- anxious and urgent in
quiries as to the cause, of his uneasiness
related for the first time the incident of
the dream and the promised warning he
nSlleK^ roCcivrd - A sudden gloom and
melancholy was spread over the face of
all ..resent. Mine. Yalette threw her
arms around the neck of her husband and
embraced him with tears. M. Danville
ddv tin i at, ‘'-y d '‘ cWi Ilis iucred
ul.ty . and considered the whole as one oi
utm(Vo untahie illusions to which
hab ( Ui<! i( l ' o r"?’' I j linds aro sometimes
be J 1 ■ dc< v iai ' ed hls son-in-law must
&
m?re”magina^m. laSt Vision must •
•Partmcnts"than "vi relir F d to his
‘■nan -d- Danville endeavored
| to impress the sumo opinion on the family
|of his son-in-law. Apprehensive lest the
I very presentment of tiie event might oc
i casion it. or at least be attended by dis
| agreeable consequences, he thought of a
device which, as mayor of the city, it
was in his power easy to accomplish.
' This was to cause ail the clocks of Mar-
I seilles to be put forward one hour, that
I they might strike the predicted hour of
12 next night when it should be only 11:
so that when the time set by the ghost
should be believed by Valette to have
passed over w ithout any event superven
ing. he might be persuaded to give up the
fancies with which he was so deeply im
pressed.
Next day the unhappy Valette made
every effort to arrange his worldly af
fairs: had his will executed in due legal
form, received the sacrament and pre
pared himself for the awful event he an
ticipated. The evening approached.
From a large open window, which looked
into a beautiful garden, lie saw thesun go
down, as he believed, for the last time.
The lamps were now lighted in the hall
and he sat in the midst of his family and
partook of the last supper which, ho be
lieved. lie was ever to eat upon earth.
Die clocks of Marseilles tolled the elev
enth hour.
“My dearest Marie." said lie to Mme.
Valette, T have now only one hour to
live. There is but one hour betwixt me
and eternity.”
It approached. There was an unusual
silence in the company. The twelfth hour
struck, when, rising up. he exclaimed :
“Heaven have mercy on me* My time
is come.”
He heard the hour distinctly rung out
by all the bells in Marseilles.
“The Angel of Death.” said he, “de
lays his coming. Could all have been a
delusion ? No, it is impossible.”
"The ghost,” said M. Danville, in a tone
of irony, “has deceived you. He is a ly
ing prophet. Are you not yet safe? The
whole thing is the illusion of an unhealthy
imagination. You should banish, my
friend, a thought which so completely
overwhelms you.
■Weil,’ rejoined Valette, “God’swill be
done! 1 shall retire to my chamber and
spend the night in grateful prayer for so
signal a deliverance.”
After having been nearly an hour in his
chamber, M. Valctte remembered that he
bad left unsigned in his library a docu
ment of importance to his family, to
which it was necessary that his name
should be affixed. In passing from his
bed chamber to the library he had to
cross by the head of a flight of stairs,
which led immediately down to the wine
cellar. At this sjiot he heard a faint
murmur of voices below, and instantly
ran down to the bottom of the stairs to
ascertain the cause. No sooner had he
descended than an unseen hand stabbed
him in tlio heart. At this moment the
clocks in the Marselles struck 1 in the
morning, or as it really was, 12 at night
the exact time predicted by Le Brun.
The cellar of M. Danville had been
broken into by robbers, w ho, perceiving
themselves discovered, saw no other
means of escape than b.v murdering the
ill-fated Valette, uy whom they had bceu
surprised. These men were the uncon
scious Instruments in the hand of fate.
WOVE LACE AND ROMANCE.
An Invalid Won a Wealthy Bride
Through a Note.
From the Philadelphia Record.
Bridpetou, N. J., Nov. 25.—Romance
has paved the way for a golden future for
invalid Oscar Pierson, the son of Daniel
Pierson, of North Port Norris, who was
wedded while propped up in his bed yes
terday to a wealthy widow, whom rumor
credits with owning a handsome resi
dence on Beacon Bay, Boston,
The family of the lucky groom posi
tively refused to reveal the identity of
the bride and this secrecy adds to the ro
mance of *ho strange affair which has
culminated so happily. That they are
perfectly satisfied with the match, how
ever, is apparent to the gossips from a
number of hints dropped about the in
come possessed by tho new Mrs. Pierson.
The fact that the groom is but 22 years
old and that the bride has seen 44 sum
mers and winters does not seem to de
tract from their satisfaction in the least,
and in reality is of no consequence in
these latter day romances. Disparity in
ago nowadays is no objection to wedlock.
KNIT LACE AND ROMANCE.
For the past three years Oscar Pier
son has beeu confined to his bed. One
arm was helpless to the elbow, but after
great patience and perseverance the youth
learned to knit lace of a beautiful text
uve. that found a ready sale. His knit
ting, however, was naturally slow and
laborious work, and the income derived
from the sale of the lace barely supplied
him with a few of the many delicacies he
craved. When tired of knitting, Pierson
was fond of literature, and one day he
read a story ol' how a pretty liatmaker
won a wealthy husband b.v writing her
name and address on a card and placing
it under the band of one of tho hats she
shaped.
ins hours of loneliness had cultivated
the romantic in Pierson, and ho argued
that if a poor girl had obtained a rich
husband in this manner, what was to
prevent him from winning a golden bride
b.v the same means. He determined to
make the attempt, and his faith in the re
sult of his scheme has evidently been
bountifully fulfilled. Alittle note telling
the simple and pathetic story of lus life
was placed by the youth in the next piece
of lace his thin fingers manufactured. By
some chance the package reached the
hands of tho wealthy Boston widow,
whose heart was touched b.v the talc.
She was also romantic, and wrote to
Pierson, and a regular correspondence en
sued. Soon the letters flew
thick and fast between the
couple, and the mails grew warm
with the missives from the lady us she
grew more and more tender. Finally she
proposed that they become life partners,
and that she core for him tlio balance of
his days. Young Pierson accepted, and
the widow sent a kuot of ribbon for the
person who met her at the station to
wear, she wearing one like it, that they
might distinguish each other.
The widow arrived on Thursday, and
her elegant costume and diamonds at
tracted general attention. One of the
Pierson family met her. and she was
trfkeu to the humble home of the groom.
Neither party wanted to retreat after
they had seen each other and bad con
versed for several hours. So the strange
marriage took place .vosterda .. and the
gossips have not yet stopped talking.
A Burglar's Ridiculous Plight.
From the New York World
Oakland, 111 . Nov. 25. - Last night Le
ander Smith planned to rob the store of
Robert Hughes Go , at Filson. nine
miles from this city, lie climbed to the
roof of the building, divested himself of
his clothing and then tried to slip down
the chimney. In doing so he loosened a
brick, which fell into Mrs. Hughes’
chamber.
Mr. Hughes was alarmed and got up,
and, as tho night was wild, placed a
match in tho fireplace, which was filled
with “light wood 1 ’ ready lor kindling.
Smith had in the meantime got half way
down the chimney, and there lio stuck
fast. He was unable to get out. The
harder ho struggl'd the tighter lie was
wedged ill. Smoke from the fire under
neath began to ascend, which made his
condition unbearable.
Thoroughly alarmed, and careless of
detection, he called loudly lor help. His
cries brought the whole town out. A
windlass was procured, aud by daybreak,
after enduring much suffering, Smith
was pulled out and landed in jail.
Willis “Which is the best position in
which to sleep!” Wallace—“On the
police force."—Brooklyn Life.
THE MORNING NEWS: SEX HAW DECEMBER 3, 1803.
THE ASSASSIN MANIA.
Epidemics of Murdar and Their Prin
cipal Causes.
Prof. Felix 1., Oswald in St. Louis Glob*'-
l>c:nocrnt.
Kpidemi.s of crime can generally be
traced to the i>erversiun of a natural in
stinct: and countless murders, committed
with disregard of personal safety, have
been inspired by the rage if revenge.
The instinct of retributive self-help is the
most effective, and often, indeed, the only
possible check upon the abuse of arbi
trary power. Alp-Arslun. the founder of
the Turkish empire, at last made his
caprice the only measure of right and
wrong, till he was slain, in tlie midst
of bis guard, by a prisoner of war
whom he had sentenced to death for the j
obstinate defenseof a little mountain for
tress.
The Inquisitor Arbues could silence
critics with the authority of the supreme
pontiff, and rebels with the military
power of Spain, but that double shield
failed to protect him against tlio risk of
private vendetta, when his lieritic-hun
ters burned the brother of the hot-headed
young nobleman.
Kevenge, in a disguised form, has also
been the inspiring motive of murderous
religious persecutions. The neighbors of
the heretical Albigenses were firmly < ori
vinced that the new schism would doom
its converts to an eternity of frightful
torments, besides calling down the wrath
of heaven in the rather indiscriminate
form of storms and cloudbursts, aud they
pursued the war of extermination with
the rancor of men avenging private
wrongs upon the perpetrator of some
monstrous crime.
What influence the dread of miscreants
(literally "misbelievers”) must have had
upou the fanatics of a dark age could
have been realized in Hindostan where a
score of Mohammedan cow-killers were
last summer slain like wolves by a mob of
dove-hearted devotees of Brahmanism, or
in Mexico where last year a half-breed
deliberately butchered his own son for
adopting the doctrines of a foreign mis
sionary and trying to "drag his brothers
into the abyss of his doom.” Tho mur
derer was not a truculent Comanche, but
a market gardener, descended from the
Indios mansos, or "tame Indians” of Za
catecas, and a man of more than usual be
nevolence cand piety, according otoitho
ethical standards of that part of Spanish
America. Yet the trial established the
fact that the defendant had made prepa
rations for killing at least two of his sons.
After cross-examining them, to estab
lish the extent of their guilt, he pro
cured a coll of rope and a number of
sacks, whetted his dirk-knife and ordered
his sons to follow him to the Sierra. Nus
peeting the purpose of the tirip the elder
of the two intended victims tried to avert
or at least mitigate his doom b.v clinging
to his father's arm and kissing him again
and again. ''No me liaces nuda, por mi
amor, padrecito” (olease, do nothing to
mo;, repeated the poor lad, but the bigot
trod on in silence till they reached a soli
tary glen, where ho bade both his sons
kneel down and pray. Stealing a last
look back, the younger of the two boys
saw a knife in his father's hands, and
with a sudden impulse sprang to his feet
and flew down the mountain at break
neck speed t® evoke the proteation of a
cattle-herder at the foot of the Sierra.
A number of vaqueros started for the
ridge, and after some search found a
place where fragments of a human body
had been buried in an old bag. The mur
derer had disappeared) but was arrested
on his brother's farm a week after aud
did not attempt to deny his crime. “That"
wretched scapegrace,” he said, “has
dragged three innocents into the pit of
perdition and brought curses upon a
name which Thave laboi'ed for a lifetime
to keep from reproach. 1 would have left
retribution to tho laws of my country,
but alas, there is nowadays no legal re
medy for the worst of crimes.”
With a similar logic the man-hunters of
Haled, "the sword of Allah,” defended
their butcheries, or even boasted of their
inhumanity, like Louis tiie Saint, who
held that “the right answer to the argu
ment of a skeptic is a sword thrust as far
homo as the hilt will permit.”
The glory of having delivered this
planet from an enemy of the human race
may have tempted hundreds to run the
deadly risks of tyrannicide, but no am
bition of that kind could have inspired
the murderer of Henry IV., the idol of
tho French nation. Most say idolatry
whetted the dagger of the assassin, who
was thirsting to revenge the outrage to
his dogmatic conscience upon the abettor
of a national schism and make room for a
less skeptical sovereign, though he knew
that with the masses liis deed would be
intensely unpopular.
If he had entetrained any doubts on the
latter point his eyes must have beeu
opened b.v a mass meeting petition indors
ing tho proposal of a committee of butch
ers who offered to flay the murderer in a
manner that would prolong his agonies
for three days. A raging mob howled un
der the prison windows, his very guards
shook their lists under his nose, but to
all their taunts and the appeals of his
spiritual adviser the assassin had only
one reply: “Tandis quit est mort, je suis
content.” (If he is dead, and will stay
dead, I am satisfled).'
He was broken on the wheel, amid
roars of applause which really served as
a warning to inspired assassins for a cen
tury' or two. Tho butcher committee
clearly went too far. but it is quite cer
tain that our other extreme of maudlin
sentimentality has not encouraged polit
ical murder. I was in Chicago on the da.y
after the Prendorgast affair and heard
the catastrophe discussed from all possi
ble points of view, but I wish I could have
secured a stenographic report of tho
harangue of an indignant stump speaker
on Vest Monroe street. “Mob law is a
disgrace to a civilized community,” said
the orator, “but there is assuredly- some
thing wrong with our method of dealing
with such scoundrels. Mind my words
if this bloodhound will not get off on an in
sanity plea or else get religion and be sur
feited with postr.y and female love letters
before they tighten bis cravat. They
will make him believe that lie is bound
for glory on a through ticket and sugar
pill his sentence and make it go down
like a piece of cream candv. Didn't they
do that very thing in tlie Guiteau case? I
do uot object to prison revivals, but I am
sure of one thing: that political assassi
nations would get less frequent if it was
known that they would infallibly bo fol
lowed with a cat-o'-niuo-tails soiree.”
Among the voters for an international
amendment of that sort there would be
many high-born ladies, who. to use tin
words of a modern humorist, can now
-scarcely witness tho preparations for ,i
journey or a royal parade without shud
dering at tho idea of seeing their august
husband brought borne in the form of a
bceft .stak ala Tartare."
Fanaticism is not an exclusive product
of the south, but it is a curious fact that
assassinations of the Ravcillas type have
found few imitators in the higher 1 :iti
tudt s. except in countries where political
“removals" are included among the most
approved remedies for the abuse of abso
lute ivver. Fre 1-rick the ( rent's Vol
tairian -tenets must have made him a for
midable bugbear to his orthodox subjects,
but they never dreamt of hastening the
cud ot his reign, Lind when a mamontent
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nobleman did attempt something of the
sort the plot was frustrated
by the loyalty of his servant, a Si
lesian Catholic. Peter 111., like his great
predecessor, pursued their project of re
form with utter disregard to the predi
lections of the Russian clergy, and pro
test could not be wholly suppressed, but
in that climate the flame of revolt could
tint he kindled by sparks of that sort, and
the founder of St. Petersburg encountered
no serious opposition outside of tho
barracks, and his successor would proba
bly have remodeled the empire of Prus
sian models if it hail not been for the in
trigues of his grossly neglected wife, who
had the experiences, but not quite the
patience, of the figurehead queen of
Prussia.
The philospher Seneca held that the
“inalienable privilege of suicide" is tho
last refuge from the spite of fate; but
weak-minded mortals arc apt to use that
exit gate as an escape from rather trif
ling ills, and Sir Emerson Tennet men
tions the ease of a Cingalese youth who
hanged himself to avoid the trouble of
hunting up a horso that had strayed from
bis masters pasture, and of an old gard
ener who took poison in stress of the fact
that a heavy rain hud obstructed the out
let of a drainage ditch.
The despot-bridling instinct of revenge
is liable to a similar perversion, and may
come to require h counter-check like that
suggested by the Monroe street orator (u
remedy which by tho way, suddenly
cured a garrotiug epidemic in old Eng
land) to lessen the risk of every crank
trying to redress his petty grievances
with gunpowder arguments.
IN THE BALL ROOM.
Advice to Debutantes by a Man of the
vr orld.
From the Louisville Courier Journal.
How to make the debutante a 'success
at her coming out ball generally causes a,
girl's family and friends some thought
and pains. Not infrequently fond friends
introduce the debutantes quietly at small
luncheons or dinners, or matinee parties,
where they may-meet a few nitjef men,
before the great event takes place.
Whether such a course is desirable, or
not. depends a good deal upon tho girl
hernelf. The question is: “Would she
make’a good impression under those cir
cumstances;” ii should he borne in mind
that such an affair is more trying to many
a girl than a ball would be. In the first
instance she is obliged to converse more
or less, and may be thrown for a consider
able length of time into one mans society,
and it is perfectly possible that she may
bore him before they separate. Then he
will not only look upon her with disfavor,
bet will express his opinion to others.
At a ball, on tho other hand, she will
change partners every few minutes. She
may delight them with her good dancing,
and in the intervals a few smiles and half
n dozen gay commonplaces will suffice to
carry her through. But if, on the con
trary, she is not a good dancer, and is
strong in conversation and small talk, a
few preliminary meetings, such as those
mentioned, will be of service. If that is
the easo she may mention to men that she
is coming out at such and such a time,
and express fear, gay or timid, as be
comes her best, that the men will not ask
her to dance. This will arouse her com
panions’ chivalry, and they will doubtless
ask her themselves and introduce other
men to her.
And now about the dress. I touch upon
that subject With fear and reverence. If
I mako mistakes I hope that I may be
pardoned. lam not a milliner nor tlie
son of a milliner, but 1 have one or two
ideas concerning women's toggery which
1 will offer in all humbleness as mere sug
gestions— nothing more. Asa general
thing we see “buds" out in dresses of vir
gin white. Is that a custom ! t think it
is! Wall, I shall advise my young friends
to treat that, custom as if it were no cus
tom. The idea i . pretty, of course—sym
bol of mauler purity and that sort of
thing, but the question which every girl
should ask herself is, “Does white suit
me!'’ For my part I think one of the most
melancholy sight innature is a pale-faced,
piteous, insignificant little debutante in a
white dress. Nobody sees her. nobody
wants to know her. I once know such a
girl who made her first appearance clad in
bright red, from head to foot. She took the
men b.v storm, and had wit enough in her
small head to make permanent admirers
of those who in the ill'st place were
merely attracted by the originality of her
costume. Only a feiv evenings ago [ met
a vvninan with a milky complexion, dull
gold hair, an 1 a good figure. In pink or
pale green she would have looked no more
attractive than a score of others. But
she dressed in deep black not a speck of
color anywhere, except half a dozen
chrysanthemums in her corsage and one;
in her hair. That woman was the most
conspicuous and the most attracting
among a hundred others. Those are
simply cases that I have noticed. 1 can
not design costumes for young ladies, but
I wish to convey the idea that they
should try. within the limits of good
taste, to make themselves r.s Individual
as possible. Some may attain this end
by severe simplicity of costume, as in the
case just mentioned: others by elaborate
toilets, and still others by original effect.
A few are conspicuous by tho divine
rights of beauty alone, and it should in
some way be the object of all. In any
event, a girl should linvo something dis
tinctive in her costume that will catch a
man's eye, and by which he may remem
ber her.
Having been properly brought forward,
properly dressed and properly chaperoned,
she should take care to make lier uppi ar
unce early, while the programmes are
still empty. Men are prone to engage
their first new partners with recklessness,
and tl
receive kindly consideration; but later,
when the programmes arc nearly full, tlie
men grow careful and are likely to keep
the last few datax's open for emergencies,
or for some belle whom they know will
come late. Then comes the question of
position, and it is a diflieult one to decide.
★ The Star Shoe Store announces that we are going
out of business, and that it is to your advantage to call
on us to purchase anything in the shoe line, as we will
sell regardless of cost or former prices.
It will pay you to buy for yourself and family even
though you keep them until needed. This is not a “Catch-
Penny Ad.” but a bona fide sale to go out of business.
First-Class Business Opportunity at a
Great Discount
Will sell the entire stock to anyone wishing to embark in the shoe businesi.
A. S. COHEN, PROP.
In the first place, it will be found that
women are more or less divided into the
"popular set" and the "slow set," and the
former have usually a tendency to flock
together. If that be the ease the
debutante and her chaperon should try
to Identify themselves more with the pop
ular set, for the best men will usually bo
found in their society ,
It is well also to stand near a good light
if the debutante can bear it. But some
times there is a crush at the most favora
ble points, and in that case it is best to
move a little way out of the crowd, but
always to remain in a good light. I say
nothing about sitting, because that is not
iu favor. "Let's go into the drawing
room and find a chair,” I said to a young
girl at her second ball, not long ago.
"Oh,” she answered, with an amusing
affectation of wisdom. “I never sit. anil I
never go out of the room.” That girl was
wise in her generation. She had a plain
face, but a tall and graceful figure, and
she was determined that it should not
be lost sight of. She occupied a con
spicuous place, and never left it except
to mingle with the dancers. With
an empty or a comparatively
empty programme, a girl should shift her
position as often as possible, and leave
the ball early, but not too early, as there
by she would acknowledge defeat. There
is no mistake more fatal than to remain
for hours glued to the same spot, and the
evil effect of such a lack of tact is in
tensified when half a dozen wall flowers
are seen clustered together. I know one
shrewd girl who. when she comes to a gap
in her programme, always retires to the
dressing-room, but she has a brother who
is very much alive to her interests, and be
always brings her back at the right
moment. No girl should allow
herself to gain the reputation of
being a wall-flower. If, after a reason
able effort, she finds herself ignored at
parties she should give up dancing and go
in for literature or some other hobb.v.
Better that she should ride a bic.ycle and
shine thereon than attend McAllisterian
revels and sit in obscurity. Soon after
her arrival Miss New, largely owing to
her chaperon, her dress and Judicious pre
liminaries, will receive invitations to
dance.
For permanent ball-room popularity the
well-introduced and well-chaperoned girl
must depend upon her dress, her dancing,
her manner and her tongue. There are,
however, a few words of advice which
may be whispered in her ear. Never
slight an honest man. The day may come
when you will need his favor. Be kind to
wall Hovers. You may need one yourself
—at last. Make yourself agreeable to
elderly women and seem at least to re
gard them as your superiors. Jt will pay.
Look happy, radiant and smiling. It
doesn’t matter whether you feel like it or
not. Talk about trifles. If you can’t do
that, look as if you are doing it. If you are
not a spontaneous talker get up your con
versation by note, as a congressman does
his speeches.
THEIR PICTURES TAKEN.
The Dar lings Almost Drove the Pho
tographer Wild in Getting Ready.
From the Chicago News.
They were going to have their pictures
taken. There were three of them in the
photographer's dressing room, and three
tongues were running.
"L't's have the first proof taken with
our eves east down- it makes such a cute
picture.'' suggested Polly, who had long,
thick, black lashes and knew how effect
ive they were.
"Oh, no!” pouted Nellie, curling her
Titian red locks, and wrinkling up her
pale straw colored eyebrows in disgust.
"I'm too strawberry-blendish for that.
Where's the powder puff' I’m going to
smile iu one of the sittings. K'poso ill
look like that orang-outang in the Japa
nese village. Imt I'm going to smile, be
cause Harry Dailey says he thinks my
smile is so winsome.”
"Harry, indeed!” snorted Margaret,
giving a vicious tab at her bangs with a
few invisible hairpins. "That man just
tills you up with all sorts of compliments
and you believe every word he tells you
He's a most arrant dirt. Why, he told
me you had a smile that went clear across
you face ami half way down your back.’
Nice expression for a gentleman It) to
use!”
■ T don't care!” snapped Nellie, hei
cheeks a trifle pinkr. "He Just saidthnt
for fun. He's always rather slangy, and
I don't believe he's such a flirt as you
would make him out. Put a pin in my
belt, there's a love.”
“Where on earth are my ear-rings?
quired Polly, upsetting a bottle of glyce
rine in her search through a hand-satchel
which contained the following articles:
One hair brush, one powder box, one
powder puff, two cold cream jars, three
curling irons, a bunch of artificial flow
ers, two switches, several bangle brace
lets, a package of assorted hairpins, one
lace bertha, two evening bodices, botli
somewhat the worse for wear; two pairs
satin slippers, one feather fan, one box of
rouge, two pencils, one pastehair pin,
one ribbon crown, two necklaces aud a
sash.
"Are you nearly ready, ladies?” asked
woman from the other side of the locked
door. “The photographer says he's beeu
waiting some time.”
"Well, we're almost ready. Just tell
him we’ll be out in five minutes,” and
Meg fastened a few curls in the center of
her Psyche knot, pinned up a chiffon ruf
fle and began a search for the shoe-horn.
“I wish m.v nose wasn’t 30 long,” said
Polly, powdering the end of that append
age till it looked like Humpty Dumpty's
proboscis might have done.
“Just thank your stars your cheek
bones aren’t as high as a Navajo squaw's,
as mine are,” said Meg, gloomily, training
a tiny curl straight down iti the middle of
iierc forehead like the bad little girl in
the verse.
“Are you almost ready, ladies?” asked
the same woman, in a resigned sort of
tone, some fifteen minutes later.
“Yrs. we'll be there right away,” and
a moment's silence was followed by:
"How do I look. Meg?” “Is my dress on
straight, Polly?” "Dear me, what does
make that photographer so impatient?”
' How is m.v hair? I declare it’s nearly
impossible to make it stay in curl 1” My
slippers are miles too big and they make
my feet look large.” “Where's my pow
der rag?” "I like evening dresses cut
square in the neck.” “Just pull my sash
a little tighter, Polly.” "Are you going
to wear gloves?” “That ribbon crown is
so becoming to you." “Yes, Harry al
ways like ornaments in the hair.”
Three weeks later they receive proofs
of their pictures, and after a careful ex
amination of the same each girl comes to
the conclusion that "tbev don’t half do
her justice, but they just flatter the
other girls to death.”
She—So mv old fiance has really married
your sweetheart. It's rather sad.
lie -Eh—yes—but can t we have a consola
tion match, like they do in tennis?—Harper’s
bazar.
Proprietor—Did you let the lady know it
was no trouble to show your wares?
New Clerk—Yes. sir. ' 1 told her that selling
• hem was where the rub came in—Liles
Calendar.
CLOTHING.
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WK ALL WOOL
Blip SUITS<
||j Ten Dollars
en Buttons.
COLLATS’
ficiiniiß.
Savannah's Interest Goes Up and
Prices Go Down,
HU-RAH-RAH!
—FOR THE
dIHI flllli CO.
This is what men, women and
children are saying in their
homes to-day.
When the Chatham cuts prices it is an
honest cut, and the people know that it is not
a lire cut, a receiver's cut. a bankrupt cut,
or a fake bargain day. but an honest cut*
Hence prices go down this week on the fol*
lowing articles:
Bedroom Suites worth S2OO 00 for $10" 00
Bedroom Suites worth too (X) for 50 00
Bedroom Suites worth 53 00 for 25 un
Bedroom Suites worth 25 00 for 12 50
Wardrobes worth 150 00 for 75 00
Wardrobes worth 100 00 for 50 00
Want robes worth 50 00 for -5 (XI
Wardrobes worth 25 oo for 12 50
Chiffoniers worth 75 oo for ‘57 50
Chiffoniers worth 50 0*) for 23 10
Chiffoniers worth 25 00 for 12 50
Book Cases worth 50 (0 for 25 (W
Book Cases worth 40 00 for 20 00
Book cases worth 30 oo for 15 GO
Sideboards worth 150 Oil for 75 00
Sideboards worth 100 oo for 50 00
Sideboards worth 75 00 for 47 50
Sided oards worth 50 0 for 25 08
Bedsteads worth 25 oo for 12 50
Bedsteads worth 20 00 for JO 00
Bedsteads worth !5 00 for 750
Bedsteads worth 10 oo for -5 **o
Bedsteads worth 500 for 280
Bedsteads worth 300 for 1 y
Bedsteads worth 1 50 for o*
Bureaus worth 25 00 for 12 M
Bureaus worth 20 "0 for lo <0
Bureaus worth 10 oo for 500
Bureaus worth. / 900 for 450
Bureaus worth 700 for 3 •**
Hat Hacks worth 50 00 for 25 <0
Hut Hacks worth 40 00 for 24 W
Hat Hacks worth 30 (X) for 15 no
Hat Hacks worth 20 01 for 18 00
Toilet Sets (10 pieces) worth 3 <X) for 1
Oil Cloth worth 00?jC for 3$ 18
Lace Curtains. Table Covers. Comforts
Blankets, .Pillows and Mattresses at nail
price.
Brussels Carpet worth $l 75 for ?
Velvet (Imperial) Carpet worth l 75 for i w
Tapestry Carpet worth 1 25 for flv*
Inraihs at your own price
Stoves. Clock*. Lamps. Window Shade*
Curtain Poles, and numerous other
not mentioned on account of space. We nav*
cut prices for the benelit of the excursionist-•
and will positively not sell at these prices
after Dec. 7. 1893. Kverybodv knows thenißa
standing of our housoand the quality ftmsa,
workmanship and reputation of our poods.
(kill on us in our immense glass front store
at
194 and 196 Broughton Street.
FASHION MAGAZINES
FOR DECEMBER
BIS K HK
21 1-2 Bull
Revue <1? la Mode
Lc Hon Ton
I.'Art de la Mode , .
Fashions of To day (English edition of I"
Mode Pratique) !**
The Season
The French Dressmaker
The Young Ladies' Journal ",
Metropolitan Fashions for Autumn anil „. 0
Winter 1893 and 1801
Godey’s Ladies'Book
Demorest Family Magazine
Peterson's Magazine 7t a
Toilets jj c
Delineator px,
domestic Monthly
i -adies’ Home Journal ,<4
Harper's Bazar
Address all orders to ,
WILLIAM ESTILL.
Savannah, 'j®*