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The above interpreted means that our Mr. I. M. APPEL has bought for cash a large lot of BOYS’
and CHILDREN'S SUITS, which we will sell, Children's for 85c up and Boys’ Suits from $2.85 up.
These goods ought to arrive Monday night and be ready for sale Tuesday.
Look for Announcement for Date of Sale.
We promise everybody a bargain. Our word for it.
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In the meantime our light colors, that we have left, at ONE-HALF former price. Some MEN’S
HEVY WEIGHT SUITS carried over from last season at the nominal price of s‘>.oo.
APPEL & SCHAUL.
FALL HATS in all styles and shades. Agency for Young Bros.’ Celebrated $3 and $4 HATS.
FORGIVEN.
From the Boston Globe.
“How oddly things come about,’- Mrs.
Marshall said, coming into the room
where her sister and two daughters were
busily engaged in the manufacture of two
elaborate evening dresses. “Mrs. Mont
gomery has just called and tells me her
brother Harold will be home in time for
Mrs. Grant's party.
The knot of blue satin ribbon was sud
denly crushed #ut of all shape by the
quick, convulsive grasp of Miss Effle Sel
wyn’s fingers, while about’ that lady's lips
gathered a whiteness and moisture that
threatened a fainting fit.
For a moment the room looked dark
aud the voices sounded far away and in
distinct—only for a moment, then she
roused herself bravely, to see that her ag
itation had been unnoticed and to hear
her niece Carrie saying:
"I never knew Mrs. Montgomery had a
brother.”
“Probably not,” said Mrs. Marshall.
“He has been in China for—how many
years is it, Effie!”
“Twelve.” •
For bpr very life Effle could not have
spoken more than or.e word with com
posure.
“Twelve years”’ cried May. ‘‘No won
der you thiutt Carrie and I know nothing
about him. He must be as old as his sis
ter."
“Let me see; he was about 23 when he
went away,” said Mrs. Marshall, mus
ingly. •■He is not more than 35. That is
still young for a man.”
She looked as she sttoke at her pretty
blooming giris of IS and 20. and vaguely
called to mind the stories she had heard
of the large fortune Harold Bussell had
gathered together during his exile. Then
she gave herself a little mental shake,
thinking:
“Pshaw! lam not going to turn into a
maneuvering mother yet!” and, taking a
needle, also engaged in the work of ball
dressmaking.
lhe Misses Marshall, brightest of
blondes, were to appear at the coming
festival in clouds of white tulle with blue
trimmings, and the multitudinous skirts,
pu:ls and run.es demanded by fashion re
quired busy stitching for weary hours
beforehand.
Miss Selw.yn had also been bidden to
'he party, but “Aunt Elbe never went
anywhere,” the girls said, so there was
no dress preparing for her adornment.
As her needle went in and out through
c.oudy tulle and lustrous satin Ettie Sel
w.vn thought:
' Coming home! Home to what? Does
he bring a wife from the far-away land of
his long so.ourn, or will he choose one here
among the fair young girls of his own
country?
Oh, the bitter folly of the past! May
and Carrie are now as light-hearted and
r i.v as 1 was when Harold Itpssell and I
1 isped hands, with a promiso to be all
and all to each other. Only one little
week of happiness and he left me.
“How long was it? A year, two years,
t efore 1 knew that he thought me false to
>• m. never guessing that it was Kate's
ooruibcd husband he saw me greet so
warmly when 1 never guessed he was
Bear.
' Poor sister Kate, she never knew the
sucuish her handsome lover caused me.
"If Harold Bussell loves now it will be
*oine brilliant girl, not the faded shadow
o nisoldlove! Vet —yet ”
I he eventful evening came at last and
th“ girls were shut up in their rooms un
twisting wonderful crimps aud otherwise
fujr_ conquest.
‘‘‘her ow'd room, with the door ae
c rßtMßwtrned, Ettie Selwyn, was, she
said in her own heart, “making a goose”
of herself.
Avery fair and satisfactory goose she
made as her preparations were com
pleted. though her own criticism was not
complimentary.
“1 am but a faded old maid, after all.”
Was she! Her 30 years of peaceful life,
with only one heart struggle, had left her
face as smooth as in girlhood. Blooming
she had never been, her oval face having
a soft, creamy complexion that was sel
dom tiushed with color, though its ex
quisite fairness was never pallor.
Her delicate, straight nose, small sweet
mouth, even, white teeth, and large, soft,
brown eyes were as attractive as ever,
and the rich, brown hair, dressed now in
pompadour roils, was bright in its glossy
waves as it had been twelve years ago.
‘‘Considering it is twelve years since I
wore this dress and flowers. 1 do not look
so very much antiquated. A train is al
ways a train, and I suppose the overskirt
modernizes it,” thought Effie.
Then she went to a box bidden away in
her bureau drawer and from its most
secret corner she took a ring carefully
wrapped in soft cotton.
“Dare I?” she whispered, turning it
round under the gaslight and showing the
device, an enameled violet with a flashing
diamond for its heart.
Will he despise me if 1 put it on?” she
thought. “Will he think I am too easilv
won back again! Should I despise the
hasty judgment that led 't ollo * 6lll * l
me unheard twelve long,#' - ' years ago!”
She hesitated some. JCbtr.hT.s, then put
the ring upou the third flJJger pf fcer left
hand, turning it so tUgS* L'.d vfofet was
hidden and only a plain cold bandiseemed
added to her other rings. ’ ,
"Effie! are yotl going! Girls, your aunt
is going.’’ ,
••Oh“’ cried Carrie, “you magnificent
auntie ! You will thrftw all the girls into
the shade. What a superb silk, and you
in full dress." she continued, with rnoro
enthusiasm than grammatical precision.
"Where did you dig up that violet
silk!” asked Mrs. Marshall. “I thought
its glories had departed years ago. l>o
you' remember the evening you wore it,
when papa gave Kate her first party !”
”1 remember,” Eftie said in a low voice.
The evening was half gone, and Eftie
had only seen at a distance the tall figure
aud handsome face of the hero of the
evening. ,
As the brother of tne popular Mrs.
Montgomery, as a reputed millionare, as
i one who had been twelve years in China,
Harold Bussell was forced to submit to
, being lionized.
He was much altered, Eftie thought,
i Y r et, as the hours fievv by she caught lier
-1 self recognizing certain expressions of the
dark eyes, the mobile mouth, certain in-
Hect’.oDs of the deep, manly voice, and
once her heart beat tumultuously as a
familiar laugh rang out upon the air.
More than once she had screened her-
I self from a tall figure approaching the
place where she stood, and more than
! once the violet silk had llitted into an
other room just as Harold Bussell thought
j he cold touch it.
There had been dancing, much flirting,
I and many games of whist, when a small
party of music lovers collected round the
grand piano, begging Miss Selwyn to sing.
“Just one song, Miss Selwyn.” Mrs.
Grant herself entreated “There are so
many anxious to hear you.”
\ cry reluctantly the lady drew off her
white gloves and seated herself before the
* *Thc group around her listened for the
usual brilliant prelude and nn elaborate
and difficult “show oft” song, but after a
moment of silence the little hands struck
two rich full chords. A moment she
paused then to steady tho trembling
heart; then in a clear, sweet voice she
sang the opening verse of “Auld Lang
‘ ihe second verso was sung, when close
beside the singer a dqflp bass voice joined
in the chorus. •
Guick crimson flushes passed over
EBie s cheeks, but she sang steadily, at
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To . Appel & Schaul, Savannah, Ga.:
Bought large lot of Boys and Children's Suits from firm retiring from
business for cash. Children s Suits Byc up. Boys two eight five. All
new staple goods. /. M. APPEL.
every chorus the voice she knew so well
joining her own.
Nobody else noticed it, hut with each
verse these voices, so estranged, grew
stronger, clearer, more jubilant, till with
the last one the spirit seized them all
and a deafening chore of the company
closed the song.
They drifted away, broke up into
couples and groups, while Harold Rus
sell. affecting to turn over some music,
said in a low voice:
"Can we indeed be as in auld lang syne,
Effie! Can you forgive me?”
For answer she slowly turned the ring
upon her finger until he recognized the
devise be had chosen for her twelve
years ago.
"Mamma.” May Marshall whispered,
“do you see Aunt Effle dancing with Mr.
Russell? Ido not see one young couple so
handsome and distinguished-looking as
they ar””
A sudden memory flashed over Mrs.
Marshall.
“The last time Effle wore that violet
silk,” she thought, “she danced with
Harold Russel, and the next thing we
heard of him he was on his way to China.
I remember now. Effie soon after began
to withdraw from society. I wonder—
THE STORY OF A MIRROR.
From the Philadelphia Times.
The hostess, an elegantly dressed lady
of 60, with abundant white hair puffed
above eyes still black and bright with a
fire that must once have Kindled a flame
in many a heart, caught the ball of con
versation as it came her way.
“In my youth we never heard of this
thing you call mental telegraphy, theo
sophy, and the like, but every now and
then there took place, as now, occur
rences which puzzled the thoughtful,
though they had no name to give the phe
nomena. But, like most young girls, I
was skeptical of all that was not directly
natural when I thought of it at all, which
was not often, until I had the experience
I am going to tell you of, which was so
strange that it upset me for some weeks,
which agitation came not so much from
the real shock and fright that I suffered
as from the mysterious circumstances
that amended it.
"My own home was a country place
some fifteen miles from a large city,
where I had several families of relatives,
whom I visited once or twice a year, or
w henever there was to be given any ball
or opera or festivity of sufficient import
ance for me to desire to attend it. 1 was
;ust 17 when a royal personage from
Europe came acrosc the pond to get a
peep at the Yankees, and, though demo
cratic to tho point of being rabid, every
nianl.v head was uncovered in the coun
try, every manly throat ached with cheer
ing this personage, and every feminine
heart beat high with the hope of having
tho royal eye rest for a moment upon the
new gown which was to bo had at all
hazards if the family dined on potatoes
alone for a year to come.
"There was to be a series of entertain
ments given in honoflof his highness, and
I, like all the rest of the world, must at
tend in all the finery my father's ample
means allowed me. From my mother’s
side of the family f had inherited some
very fine dlamouds, amounting in value to
over *IO,OOO, and even a great deal more
in those days when these gems were not
so common, and on this occasion I teased
my father to let me wear them I had no
mother to tell me that such rich jewelry
was not in the best of taste on one so
young and an unmarried woman, so when
1 started for the city 1 carried the dia
monds with me. But my maid was an el
derly woman wht had also been my nurse
since my motherless babyhood, and
the jewels were in her care. Un
fortunately, however, Marian fell
ill the day after I left home, and, she be- ]
ing confined to her bed, I was dependent
on my aunt’s maid for services in my
dressing, ot<. In order to lighten this
woman's duties which were heavy, as m,v
cousins also frequently required her aid
as hair dresser and seamstress, I looked
after my clothes aud waited on myself as
much as possible, performing such acts of
my toilet as I couid.
"It thus happened that one night, after
returning from a reception at the house
of a foreign consul, 1 disrobed myself of
my trained eveuing dress, and, slipping
on a loose sack, sat down to brush my
hair before retiring. Mv seat was just in
front of a large glass a'jove m.v dresser,
or what was then called a ‘bureau, on
which I had placed the jewelry f had
worn—the diamonds I have spoken of.
"As 1 plied the brush my eyes natur
ally fell on this mirror, which reflected
the room behind me, and as I continued
to look I saw evolving itself apparently
from empty air the figure of a man. He
was well dressed, even stylishly, and
was after a fashion handsome, but
deathly pale, and his eyes glittered fev
erishly.
"He crept nearer and nearer to me,
seeming to look only at the dia
monds loosely strewn upon the mar
ble before me. but his right uand
was thrust into bis breast, and.
as he stood over me, be suddenly
jerked it out and raised high above
me a small Spanish dagger, the hilt
of which was of a dead fcold, or
Etruscan gold, as it is called. This was
set with rubies, which I noticed with
that peculiar attention to trifles so often
displayed in moments of danger. Up to
this point I had been too terrified to call
out or even to move, not even turning my
head to look behind me, but watching the
movements of the assassin as bey were
reflected in the mirror. But as he
brought down his hand with a swift mur
derous motion to strike me from my chair
with a single blow, the spell that had
held me snapped, and I sprang to my feet
with a shriek of terror and rushed to the
door.
“Even as I ran I wondered at not en
countering the man, but though I could
not remember afterward of seeing him at
all I did not stay, but unlocking the door,
flung it open, still screaming as fast as
the sounds could issue from my lips It
happened that two of mv yolunp men
cousins had lingered later than the rest
of the family at the entertainment re
ferred to. and having Just come in. were
coming up the main staircase, close to my
room Rushing to these I threw myself
into the arms of the nearest. Christopher,
shrieking; -The man! oh, the man!'
"The two young men hurried to my
room and looked about, but could see no
one. The windows were all fastened,
and as 1 had myself just come out of the
single door to the anartment. and from
which no one else could have slipped
without our seeing them, the only chance
was for the burglar to have concealed
himself in the room.
"By this time the rest of the household
was aroused, and not only my room but
the entire place was thoroughly searched.
The three windows of the room were pro
vided with heavy, old-fashioned shutters,
two of thsm opening on the street, an un
broken descent of over forty feet, while
the other had not been unclosed for
years, for it looked almost into one
in the next house, which was ulso
seen to bo tightly secured. The house
itself was occupied by a respectable
family in straitened circumstances. It,
therefore, seemed an impossibility for a
man to have entered the room unseen by
me, and to have mado his escape in the
few seconds it took my cousins to reach
the spot where I had seen him. So it
was that 1 had fallen asleep in my chair
and my vision had been the result of m.v
late supper of minced chicken and cham
pagne. and, though I was still shivering
from roy fright. I allowed myself to be
almost persuaded that this was the
truth.
“By the next night 1 had so thoroughly
been laughed into believing this that 1
took my -eat before the mirror and began
brushing my hair as nonchalantly as at
first, when to my utter horror. 1 saw that
figure form itself from nothing, absolutely
nothing, and again advance upon me with
that menacing attitude. Again it raised
its hand to strike, the terrible eyes
seemed to glare into mine fixed on them
in the mirror, and as before, released
from the horror that held me stricken
into marble, 1 leaped to my feet and
ran screaming into the corridor without.
1 glanced back into the room, but there
was no one visible there, but I was not to
be convinced this time that an overheated
imagination was to blame. I fled to my
aunt's door, and as she opened it fell
fainting in her arms. I was not to be
sltrred from by belief that mv life had
been threatened in that dreadful room by
all the searching and arguments that
were made, and announced my intention
of returning home in the morning.
“But the next night was to be that of
the grand ball given in honor of the
prince, and that, with the fact that I had
the prettiest gown in the city Pi wear,
finally prevailed on me to change my
mind, though I made it a condition that
Marian, my maid, was to occupy a little
ante-chamber opening into mine, and tnat
my stalwart cousin, Christopher, who was
afterward my loved husband for nearly
forty years, was to sleep on a cot in the
hall just outside my door. So with a con
tented mind 1 went to the ball, returning
late to find my good maid asleep, and as
she was still not well I crept quietly in
and proceeded to undress.
••I let down my hair, and, though too
fatigued, as usual, to brush it. sat for
some moments looking at myself in the
glass—l was a little vain in those days—
when all at once 1 saw behind me the
man with his knife in his hand.
"But this time he did not evolve from
air. but was there real flesh and blood,
his hot breatn nearly scorching the back
of my neck I leaped to my feet with a
scream, and as I did so he struck at me,
but the blade glanced aside, wounding me
1 only slightly in the shoulder. I screamed
aloud and he felled me with a blow just
as Marian and Christopher came rushing
in. Seeing them the robber and assassin
sprang for the open window and
would have escaped by leaping
—an easy feat for a muscular man in tho
window of the house next door, which
was also open and only about three feet
distant. This had evidently been the
way by which he had entered and which
he used us an egress. But Christopher
t ought him and dragged him back, and
after a struggle secured him. aided by his
brothers, who had been summoned by
Marian, so when 1 oiiened my eyes from
my swoom it was to see the would-be
murderer lying bound, while near me lay
a small dagger, with a handle of Etruscan
gold, studded with flawed rubles.
“But here is the strange part of the
story. On the night of his capture ho
had entered iny room for the first time,
though on the two previous nights he had
watched me through the shutters of the
two windows. He was the son of the
family residing next ribor. and from the
love of dress and pleasure beyond his
means had involved himself hopelessly
in debt, and seeing my diamonds had
conceived the idea of killing or at least
silencing me, and stealing them to pay
his debts. But though his mind had
dwelt persistently on the scheme, he had
lacked courage to carry it out until the
night of the hall, when, pressed by an im
portunate creditor he had let himself
into the room, where he hud concealed
himself until my arrival, not knowing of
the protectors 1 had been warned to have
near me.”
It Is said that owing to the close intermar
rying of the Rothschilds there is no one of
the rising generation of the family who Is
' considered capable of succoedlng to the man
I agemerit of the vast wealth now controlled by
this house, whose total fortune ts estimated
by competent authorities as Ming over Z
1 00 1, CKW.ttW.
Wait lor mis
Special Sale
before buying
anything in
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this line.
A HERO MANNED THE CAMERA.
The Oregon’s “Feather” Snapped In
the Face of Death.
From the San Francisco Examiner.
A hero has ulready faced the big battle
ship Oregon while death seemed riding on
her prow. He is a mild-mannered pho
tographer, but in the background of a
negative he secured the other day on tho
bay is a story covering about three sec
onds of time which adds heroism to the
possibilities of his peaceful art. This
photographer, expecting to risk death a
second later, steadied his camera and
clicked the shutter an instant before a
disaster was averted by a hair's breadth.
The story of how the tug Kockawa.y,
with a photographer on board, barely
missed being run down by the Oregon
while rushing through the water on a
speed trip last Wednesday, was told next
day in the papers. It was stated then
that the photographer had missed the
picture he was there to take when the ex
citement and danger following the misun
derstanding about signals occurred, but
in fact the picture was successfully
flashed upon the camera in front of the
rushing man-of-war.
The Oregon was making preliminary
trial trips over a straight raeasurod
course, and arrangements were made to
photograph the waves thrown from her
bow from all points of view, to be care
fully studied by her builders and by na
val experts.
ACROSS THE OREGON’S ROW.
O. V. Lange, the official photographer
of the Union Iron Works, on hoard tho
little tug Hookaway, had takcD several
side and quarter views of the speeding
ship, but one was wanted showing the
monster "feather” rolled up by the ship
as nearly as possible from a point squarely
in front. Mr Lange wanted to cross the
bow at 100 yards to get as close a view as
possible, but Capt. Jensen of the tug
would risk but 200 yards. It was ar
ranged that the tug should shoot across
the Oregon’s bow as she came at full
speed, an arrangement of which Capt.
Goodall of the Oregon had no knowledge.
When the. time for action came, accord
ing to stories by men on both tug and
man-of-war, the Rockaway was a short
distance in front of the oncoming ship go
ing about six knots an Dour and headed
at an angle across the Oregon's course.
On the tug besides Mr. Lange was Capt.
Jensen, the engineer, one deck hand and
George Katto of the Union Iron Works
with a camera. Katto snapped his camera
a moment before the real dangur was ap
parent. The Oregon gave two blasts of
her whistle to tell tho tug that it would
pass to starboard. The Oregon was com
ing like an express train at a speed of
eighteen knots, and seconds were pre
cious.
Capt. Jensen saw two things: He
could not obey the Oregon’s signal, for if
he tried to avoid crossing the Oregon’s
bow at the speed he was going he would
collide with the ship, and ho realized in
an Instant that in arranging the risky ex
periment he had miscalculated the possi
bilities. He acted instuntly anil with a
cool head, and sounding one whistle to an
nounce that ho would cross in front of the
Oregon, signaled the engineer for full
spoed and quickly steered at the angle
most likely to enable the tug to avoid the
Oregon’s stem. He must boat the Oregon
or go down. The vessels were almost to
gether, and It was too late for tho Oregon
to swerve either way.
WHEN I.ANOE TOOK THE PICTURE.
On tho tug the sense of imminent dan
ger was overwhelming. The tug could
not back nor swerve, and It was not yet
across the Oregon’s course. The speeding
monster presented an inspiring spectacle
from a point of safety, but to those
squarely in front the death blow seemed
inevitable. Her prow of steel rose
twenty feet to the decks. High above
that towered a mass of steel turrets and
ponderous superstructures. The big
fighting tops lifted 150 feet over all. At
her stem was a foaming wave that piled
twelve feet and spread far on either side.
Added to the grandeur imparted by her
immensity was tho realization of her re
sistless power. Tho ship would flash by
in four or five seconds. On the tug was
consternation. To Jump would be as fatal
as to remain. The captain worked hia
wheel, and the enginoer stood by hla
lever. Katto dropped his camera and
grabbed a life preserver. The deckhand
made fast a doorway. It was at this mo
ment that Lange took the picture.
•‘The Oregon was about 100 yards
away,” he says, “and seemed to be com
ing like a cannon ball. When the danger
flashed upon me I was holding my camera,
anil I wavered with fright for a moment.
7’hen as I looked upon the awe-inspiring
magnificence of tho mass of steel above
and in front of mo and the Indescribable
beauty of tho white, dazzling and foaming
wave that glistened in the sun, there
flashed on me an exalting and thrilling
sense of the sublimity and glory of the
scene. Every thought, feeling and action
was instant. M,y judgment told me to
drop my camera and rush for a life pre
server, but my professional and artistic
instincts triumphed, and there came a
determination to get that picture If U
was my last. I steadied my nerves a mo
ment, glanced into the finder and clicked
the shutter. Then, with the camera
under one arm, I ran to a stranchion and
grasped it. The next moment there was
a strange noise of rushing water that wet
the deck and a violent whirling and pitch
ing of the tug in a foaming sea.”
Tho tug had just cleared the stem and
struck the feather of the Oregon a few
feet from the stern. The great wave
threw the tug off like a cork. The tug
had escaped collision by the fraction of a
second, and the ship’s side flashing by
within ten or twelve feet.
The negative of the feather will long be
one of Mr. Lange’s choicost. treasures and
a memento of the most thrilling moment
of his life.
***
A Florida "Cake Walk.”
Gilbert Parker In New York Independent.
I tried hard to see a cake walk at
Green Springs, in Florida, one evening,
but had to decline ujion a dance at the
St. HI mo hotel. Hut it came to me at
Jacksonville. I learned there what was
meant by "taking the cake.’’ I saw a
negro ball-the high spirits of it! The
negro loves dancing; he responds to the
music, he dances with every muscle; he
invents variations, and withal he is de
corous and pronounced. This was a hotel
waiters' ball, with a cake walk thrown
in. Vast ties, vast smiles, rich dresses,
and all the vanities, jealousies and by
play of a "white folks’ ” ball room; and
so ceremonious! Somehow it all had, in
spite of its hilarity, a touch of pathos.
May be it was to see a flue llgure, with a
really good, well-fitting gown, turn on
you, and you saw thick lips,
black face and big, melancholy
eyes. It waa stich a masquerade;
they would be more in place with-a loose
cotton gown and a red handkerchief for a
collar, pinned with a brass brooch. One
did not feel it so much with the men. And
one sees in the south very handsome,
vain, imperious negroes. There was one
at the Magnolia Springs hotel, that good
home for the idler, who was positively
distinguished in manner as in face and
form and not in the least at your beck
and call! At the cake-walk (where my
yachting friend and I were asked to bo
judges) there was one called by his back
ers "Handsome.” And as Handsome and
his “coon lady” walked to the music, au
militaire, the onlookers cried: “Yeth.
they you are. Handsome! Youth gwine to
git there, suh ! Keep you step. Handsome,
you gwine grab dat cake. For de lord,
Handsome, you lady got the best heel
and-toe in de walk!”
Willis—You’d hardly call that a speaking
likeness of Ohauncey Depew.
Wullace No. It must have beeu takes be
fore dinner.—Puck.
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