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The Cedartown Advertiser.
Published every Thursday by ID- B. FREEMAN.
Terms: $1.50 per annum, in advance.
OLD SERIES-VOL. VIII-NO. 35
CEDARTOWN, GA., SEPTEMBER 29.1881.
NEW SERIES—VOL. III-NO. 42.
DR. C. H. HARRIS,
Physician and Surgeon,
Cedartown, G-a.
W. F. TURNER,
Attorney at Law.
CEDARTOWN, GA.
will practice In the Superior Courts of Polk,
Pauiding, Hai al on, Floyd and Carroll counties.
Special attention given to collections and real
estate business. marll-ly
DR. L. S. LEDBETTER,
DENTIST,
CEDARTOWN, - - - GEORGIA.
All Dental work performed in the most skill
ful manner, office over J. & Stubbs A Co. ’s.
febid-ly
DR- G. W. STRICKLAND
DENTIST,
CEDARTOWN, ... Georgia.
Having permanently located In cedartown,
offera bis professional services to the public,
guaranteeing first-class work and reasonable
chargee to all patrons. oct2l-iy
DRS. LIDDELL & SON,
PHYSICIANS AND SURGEONS
•nia Bast side or mjlim it.
CEDARTOWN, GA.
Jan8-ly
WRIGHT’S
Liven and Feed Stable,
Cedartown, Ga.
B. FISHER,
Watchmaker & Jeweler,
CEDARTOWN, Ga.
Hiving Just opened out a shop In Cedartown,
respecti ully requests the public to call on him
when needing work m his line.
STAR BARBER SHOP.
WEST SIDE MAIN STREET.
CLEAN TOWELS and plenty of BAY RUM
always on hand Everything neat and system
atic about my shop, and customers promptly
and politely waited on. 1 guaran ee perfect
aatlafactlon In all branches of my business.
Exeelleat Balhlng Rooms In Conneo
tton with tlie shop.
LEWIS BOND.
J. J. BALDWIN. M. M. PEPPER. COX, HILL & THOMPSON.
J. J. BALDWIN & CO.
Wholesale Dealers in Foreign and Domestic
Liquors, Wines, Brandies, &c., &c.,
And Sole Agents for the Celebrated
Stone Mountain Cora Whisky.
Will keep constant! j on hand the largest and best assortment of Liquors
ever kept in Rome. Prices guaranteed to be low as any in the market.
No. 9. Shorter Block, Rome, Ga.
myi-fcs
New Goods! New Goods!
NEW STORE.
YOUTH AND AGE.
Home Dressmaking.
When I was young! Ah woeful when!
Ah for tire change ’twixt now and then 1
This breathing house not built with hands.
This body, that does me grievous wrong.
O’er aery cliffs and glittering sands
How lightly then it flashed along!
Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore.
On winding lakes and rivers wide;
That ask no aid of sail or oar,
Naught cared this body for wind or weather
When Youth and I lived in*t together.
Flowers are lovely, Love is flower-like,
Friendship is a sheltering tree,
O the joys that came down shower-llke,
Of Friendship, Love and Liberty,
Ere I was old I
Ere I was old I ah, mournful ere.
Which tells me. Youth’s no longer here!
O Youth I for years so many and sweet,
’Tis known that thou and I were one—
I’ll think It bat a fond conceit;
It cannot be that thou art gone !
Thy vesper bell hath not yet toll’d;
And thou wert aye a maaker bold.
What strange disguise hast now pnt on.
To make believe thou art gone ?
I see these locks in silvery slips.
This drooping gait, this altered size;
But springtide blossoms on thy lips.
And tears take sunshine from thine eyes!
Life is but thought! so think I will,
That Youth and I are housemates still I
—S. T. Coleridge.
! instantly, the swift current would carry know we’ll not.’* There was the ring of
j them out into the offing, and amid the j conviction in hie tones. The profound , Now that Iac6j for tri]nming j, kinds
: breakers at the bar, where their frail l resignation underlying her words had ; of materia]i haviug ib day aain aI .
jboat would not live an instant. And I struck tlie right key in his own nature, I tl , r lon g disuse, people who have an-
I then . He could not swim a stroke, j and the thought of his first despairing I cient> l^e-lxxleeked finerv laid away,
the distance to the shore mood made him almost angry. “But „-.i i .1 u,
BETWEEN THE TIDES.
D. H. LEDBETTER.
Watchmaker & Jeweler,
CEDARTOWN, Ga.
All kind* of Repairing of Watches, Clocks
and Jewelry done promptly and satisfactorily. I
Watches, Clocks and Jewelry of all kind! fur* i
nlshed to order on short notice.
I am prepared to do
PHOTOGRAPHING
IN ALL ITS BRANCHES.
HT Gallery Is fitted up la rood »tyl», and I au»
prepared to tarnish
GOOD PICTURES.
Give me a call. Gallery up stairs In the Led
better A Goode building. sep9-iy
ALLEN, WHEELER & CO.
Have just opened out in their New Building, southwest oorner of Main
Street and West Avenue, a
A BRAN NEW, WELL-SELECTED AND EXTENSIVE STOCK OF *
GENERAL MERCHANDISE.
OUR STOCK EMBRACES
A Superior Line of Dry Goods,
4 Large Assortment of Boots and Shoes,
A Good Variety of Hats, Notions, &c.
THE BEST AND CHEAPEST PRINTS, DOMESTICS, COTTONADES, *0.,
And many other goods which we cannot undertake her* to enumerate.
We keep on hand
A GENERAL LINE OF GROCERIES,
Which we can Bell as cheap as the cheapest.
In prices we mean to show the public we will not be undersold. Give a «
call, and be convinced. We are prepared to furnish
SUPERIOR BRANDS OF FERTILIZERS.
A TRIAL OF THE
BUTIM0RE1N JOBBER
WILL CLEARLY SUBSTANTIATE SIX
ESPECIAL POINTS OF EXCELLENCE.
lit—It Is the easiest running press made.
2nd—It is as Strong as any press made.
3rd—It Is the most Durable press made
; will do as good work as any piress
nade.
; will take less to keep it In repair
han any press made.
Ast but not least) It costs les*
han any first-class press made.
VLL SIZE PRESSES, TYPE,
PRINTERS’ SUPPLIES
Catalogue Free.
VV. 33Q3=3.^C.A.^T,
21 GERMAN ST.,
BALTIMORE.
A. J. YOUNG,
DEALER IN
Corn and Rye Whiskies,
Wines, Gins and Brandies,
MAIN STREET, Cedartown. Georgia.
Sole Agent for COX, HILL & THOMPSON’S
STONE MOUNTAIN WHISKIES,
In Cedartown !
I keep such liquors as may he used as a beverage or for medical purpose*
with perfect safeiy. Give me a call. Good treatment guaranteed.
R. H. JONES,
OASTBBSVILLB, Georgia.
CARRIAGE MANUFACTORY
In 1868,1 published for twelve months a large number of certificate# from the fira*
men of North Georgia and Alabama, who testified as to the good character of my work,
some of whom are now dead, fi n.' Turner H. Tripp. CoL Lindsey Johnston, GJ. war
ren Akin, Col.Lewis Tumlin, Dr. John W. Lewis, Major Willis Benham, Thomas Brandon,
and many others. All of these had tried my work for many years. I now havetnpu-
aands of witnesses all over the country, who will bear testimony to the GKJs Al BiirLm-
ORiTY of my work. _ . .
I l ave the best selected materials in large quantities, in stock. Keep the most skmeo
and relift hie workmen. _ . . __
All work, whether Pbatons, Carriages, Baggies or Wagons, are made just as gooa so
they can be.
I e<iy to all, if you want something good, the best there is in my line, oome to ms or
write. . .
I keep on sale the celebrated Stodebaker and Kentucky Wagons. There are nono hot
ter on the market
Also, a good selection of Eastern and Western made vehioles, bought from the most re
liable builders.
All of which I am selling at bottom figures, at my shops here, and at Rome, Oa.
Also at my agencies, J. A. Wynn A Bro., Cedartown, and W. B. Onandler. Villa Rica,
Ga- March IT—ly.
W. S. FEATEERSTON.
NEW FIRM!
EW KIND OF WATCH CASE.
because it 1® onl J within the last few
hatit jj a3 been Improved and brought
the reach of' every one; old in principle
aine first Invention was made and the
itent taken out nearly twenty years »ro,
sea mare at that time and worn ever
are nearly as pood *3 new. Read the
ing. which f s only one of many hundreds;
ewelers can tell of similar ones.
MaNSFWLD, fa.. Hay S3.1‘TS.
re a customer who has carried one of
•atent cases fifteen years, and I knew ft
tars before he got ft, and ft now appear,
or ten years longer. K- ol.in.16* .
bmber that Jas. Boss’Is the enly patent
lade of two plates of solid gold (one out-
ad one inside) covering every part ex-
to wear or sight, the great advantage of
plates over electro-gilding is apparent to
one. Boss* is the only patent case with
there is glveu a written warrant, or
the above is a fac simile.
that you get the guarantee with each
Amk jour jeweler for illustrated cam-
FEATHERSTON & BRO.
Have on hand at their
New Brick Store, on Main Street,
A LARCER AND FINER ASSORTMENT OF
GENERAL MERCHANDISE,
than they have ever before offered to their customers. With additional
room and improved facilities generally, they are prepared to give all old
customers, and as many new ones as may choose to favor them with a trial.
Rare bargains. Come at once, and see the inducements they offer.
We also keep First-da** Guanos and Phosphates.
FEATHERSTON & BRO.
J. F. EAVES’
Restaurant and Confectionery.
L T. MEE’S Old Stand.
Meals Served at all Hears.
UNDBETHS*
A flawless day was the 23d of April in
the year of our Lord eighteen hundred
and seventy-nine. [The regulation morn
ing breeze had been lured into the flop
py fields of Angel Island, and pnt to
sleep by the narcotic kisses of Circle
And even the Zephyrs—gentle pages “
the ers-while brawlers—had been s.
up in the weather clerk’s aignal-box un
til 3 o’clock in the afternoon. Then the
yachts came out, and the Zephyrs were
released. It was not very good weather
for sailing that the Zephyrs made,
though they blew till their rosy cheeks
were like soap bubbles, and the white
sails were filled with scented breath. The
lumbering schooners staggered in zig
zag pathways, as if they meant to slice
away the island noses with their dull
prows; and, indeed, the yachts sailed
scarcely any faster, only the little plung
ers made unchecked headway, running
at their own sweet will, it seemed. The
north harbor was dotted with sails.
Everybody and everybody’s wife ^ud
children and friends were out. So there
there was nothing strange about the
mere presence of a yonng man and a
vonng woman in a small rowboat amid
the scene of lazy commerce and busy
gavety. Certainly it was not strange,
for there were a hundred other people
out that afternoon in rowboats, to say
nothing of the professional boatmen, the
men with sculls and the rowing clubs.
If the people on tlie yachts which they
met noticed them, they doubtless viewed
them with pity mingled with contempt,
or else looked at them artistically, and
thanked God for poverty and the pictu
resque.
As for tlie couple in the boat, they did
not notice anything but each other—at
least except as the young man found it
necessary to change his direction in row
ing to avoid being run down. After a
while even this became unnecessary.
They were rowing with the ebb tide, and
after they had passed the newly-finished
bit of sea-wall east of the old Meiggs
wharf, the channel was comparatively
clear. It was then about half-past three.
“Let us float,” said the young man;
‘pretty soon the tide will turn; then we
will him.”
“Very well, Tom,” said the young
woman.
Really, she was as yet a girl. She
could not have been more than nineteen.
Her figure was slight, but indicative of
rare gracefulness. Her face was not
pretty—that is, most would not think it
pretty. Both mouth and nose were large.
Her eyes were blue and held an odd look
—half earnest, half careless—difficult to
define, yet impossible to disregard. It
was a striking face, almost fascinating,
withal a good face—a face in which
heart showed first and intellect after
ward.
The man was, exteriorly, common
place. You might take a description at
random from your scrap book of convene
tional current fiction, and it would be
likely to do him more than justice. But
what of that. She was “Laura” and he
was “Tom!”
They had been talking gayly ever
since they left the landing at the foot of
Washington street. When Tom spoke
they had apparently reached some com
mon and very satisfactory conclusion,
for she looked very happy, and she said
tenderly—for she had a sweet,low voice,
tunable as a perfect bell or a wave sob:
You will ask her to-morrow, Tom?”
Yes, Laura, or to-night, if yon
like.”
She will look at yon wild-eyed and
perhaps scold you a bit.”
Ob, I am not afraid. How could I
be with such a prize to gain ?”
They had passed the point, the swim
ming beach, the Preside; they were,
nearing the fort at the gate. A sudden
swirl in the current twisted the bow of
the boat sharply around. Tom had been
leaning forward, the better to talk to
Laura, the more easily to hold her hand,
perhaps. As the boat shifted its di
rection. he instinctively reached for the
oars. His hands touched the empty row-
locks. The oars wore gone. He looked
around, but they were nowhere to be
seen, A cry of horror rose to his lips.
Luckily he stilled it there. He looked
quickly, furtively at his companion. She
had seen and understood. He foroed a
laugh, and his companion was deceived
by it
“Then it was not so very bad?” ahe
said, and the color came back to her
oheeks.
“No, it is a good joke, ho replied.
"Only we will be ont rather lats. When
the the tide turns we will go back boom
ing.”
Really he had very little hope. Hie
judgment told him that the tide bad not
yet turned, and unlaw it did turn almost
If he could,
was too far to make that of any use. If
only they had a rudder they might run
the boat ashore ;but, unfortunately, they
had been in time to secure only the very
last, rudderless skiff. “Thank the fates
it does not leak.” “Does not leak?” He
looked down, and, and saw that the ir
regular bottom of the boat was covered
with water to the depth of almost half a
foot. When they had started away from
the pier landing Tom had braced his
feet against a broad eross-cleet, and
and Laura’s stout boot rested on the
same dry foothold. Until then neither
had noticed the water.
Tom had searched the bottom of the
boat for a bailing-can. He could not
flud one. Laura moved so as to look
in the little locker under the stem seat.
There was no can there.
“What shau we do?” she said.
“I must bail with my hat,” he replied
slowly, as if thinking it out; “the water
must come in very slowly, it is a long
time since we left Washington street
wharf.” He looked at his watch; it was
then past four and they were nearly op
posite Fort Point. So far as they could
see there was net a single sail in the
offiing: They looked back at the city;
there were no out-coming tugs or steam
ers, or schooners even. Then they look
ed out through the gate and wondered.
There is an untranslatable poetic some
thing about our Golden Gate that the
sympathetic beholder, iucoming or out
going, or gazing upon it from any stand
point, never fails to realize—something
which, perhaps, he acknowledges, bnt
may never put into fitting phrases. Per
haps it iffcecause it seemB so to hold
the keys of our California life, that we
may not dissociate it from either our his
tory or our future. Perhaps it is because
in looking at it one can never quite dis
cern its big beyond, of weal or of woe,
of sunshine or of tempest.
“We should never have had this sun
set anywhere else, Laura,” and Tom
pointed to the declining sun, hanging
without n cloud above the wilderness of
waves. They looked back at tlie city,
and all the western windows were
aflame.
“I did not think there was
gold in ’Frisco,” said Tom.
angry.
it’s awfully hungry we are, my dear,”
were Iris next words.
“I’m ashamed of you,” said Laura,
and she actually laughed. Tom laughed
also.
When two persons in such a position
can laugh, it is either ‘ ‘very brave’
“very shocking.” according to the creed
we first sucked and the “so forth” of
our salad days.
The fog was all around them and
neither could see the other’s face. The
fog was cold, and from time to time
Laura had shivered once or twice, audi
bly, though quite involuntarily, for she
was a brave little woman. When the
ripple of the young girl’s laughter rang
out amid the fog (above the boom of the
surf, the far away barking of the sea-
lions on Seal Rocks, and the near, yet
distant screams of the fog Bignal), and
when his own laughter was smothered
in the fog folds, Tom repeated: “Bnt
I am hungry, awfully ”
What he might have gone on to say is
forever sealed. The next moment the
boat struck something with great mo
mentum, and that is all Laura remem
bered till she woke in the queer little
cabin of the Sarah Emma, brigantine,
inbound from Australia.
A woman’s gentle face bent over her
own in anxious, motherly regard, and
dear Tom sat on a locker behind the
gangway, with glad tears in his eyes to
see the color steal back to her cold
cheeks.
“Andnow you must have a bit to eat,”
said the captain’s wife, in hospitable ac
cents.
But Laura shut her eyes, half mali
ciously, and murmured: “Give it to him
please; lie’s always hungry.”
“That’s what you’ll not dare to say
when you become Mrs. Tom,” said the
young man, triumphantla; and as the
matronly figure of the captain’s wife
disappeared in the shadow of the gang
way, he kissed her shut eyes softly, and
turned away.
Through the Rapids.
There are two rival lines of steamers
on tlie St. Lawrence this year, which
run through the Thousand Islands, down
the rapids to Montreal. One of these,
the Canadian Royal Mail Lino, which
so much | has been in existence for a year, runs
j from Hamilton to Toronto, touching
“Oh, Tom, I don’t want to die and I only at American line haa been started
leave it all,” said Laura, tremblingly. j with one steamer, the Rothesay, which
The dallying breeze had shaken off the ! runs from Cape Vincent to Alexandria
spell. The air had grown suddenly cliill. : Bay, and thence on to Ogdensburg and
Far ahead they could see the ominous ! Morrishurg. At the latter place, which
white of the careening swell, and long j ifi eighteen miles below Ogdensburg, a
the shore they heard the dull boom of I transfer of passengers is made to a
the surf. Lower and lower sank the j smaller steamer, for the jrarpose of
white, electric dazzle;buff and pink, and
orange toning into narrow belts' of opaL
Right ahead rose the black Farallones,
and as the sun still sank lower, they
stood out in unkroken outline against
the disk.
With his soft hat Tom made slow
progress in bailing. Until then the
water had oozed in so slowly that danger
from leakage had not alarmed him until
then; the current, too, had carried them
along so gently that the danger of upset
ting had not presented itself. But after
they passed the fort the motion of the
waves changed, net suddenly but gradu
ally, until at last the boat was rocking
like a cedar chip in the eddies of a mill-
race. And still the tide had not turned.
Ceasing his bailing for an instant, Tom
thought he heard the sound of water
trickling into the boat. Perhaps it was
his instinct of danger and not his ears
that warned him, for the waves were
splashing against the outside, and the
motion caused a constant lapping of the
water within the boat. Tom made a
careful examination, and at last found a
hole through which the water poured in
a fitful stream as to the boat rocked from
side to side.
“I must stop that leak,” he said.
“Can you bail ?”
The sun had set, and the flush was
fading out of the western sky. Laura
took one long look around. In all the
waste of waters there was no moving
object. If there had been a ship in sight
she could have seen it, she thought, al
most despairingly.
She began to bail as well as she could,
with the felt hat, aud In her cramped
position. A long line of gray was com
ing up from the south.
“It is fog,” said Tom, whisper.
Until he said, “it is fog,” she did not
realize the almost utter hopelessness of
their position. Even if the bar, it
would be impossible to protect them
selves in a fog. For a moment she thougt
she should quite break down, the fate
before them seemed so terrible. Tom
had succeeded in stopping the leak, and
had resumed bailing. To make that task
easier, he had cut the brim from his hat.
The fog was now all around them, and
it woe quite dark. They thought they
heard the surf more distinctly.
“The tide has turned,” said Tom.
And so it had,but just how they would
be affected by the change they could not
tell. Tom kept on bailing until the
amount of water had materially decreas
ed. Thev had not spoken to each other
for some moments. At last Laura leaned
forward. Her hand touched Tom’s, and
he took it in its own. That hand-clasp
meant to them things unspeakable. Her
hand was very cold, almost as cold as
his own. In his pocket was a silk hand
kerchief; be handed jt to her, and bade
her tie it about her neck, for he dared
not rise to fasten it there himself. Then
be took both her hands between his own
striving to keep them warm.
Laura was the first to speak, and her
voice was quite firm, scarcely even sor
rowful: “Tom, dear, I do not want to
die; and yet death cannot take from us
the boon of haring died together.”
“But we shah not die now, Laura; I
running the rapids on the way to Mon
treal.
Great rivalry exists between these two
lines. Last Tuesday the Royal Mail
Line steamer Spartan started from Pres
cott on her trip down the river. Shortly
after the Rothesay of the American
Line left Ogdensburg. The Rothesay
was perhaps two miles behind the Spar-
tan. At Ogdensburg or Prescott the
current proper of the St. Lawrence be
gins. Both boats dashed along under
full steam. Before long it was evident
that the Rothesay was gaining. How
ever, she did not fully approach till just
at the commencement of the rapid De-
flau, some seventy-two miles below
Ogdensburg, Common prudence would
have caused the captain of the Rothe
say to slacken speed till the rapids were
passed. But, no ! steadily the steamer
went ahead, until she came abreast the
Spartan and but a few feet distant, when
conversation was carried on between the
passengers. The current at this point
is very swift, and the channel narrow,
tortuous and full of dangerous rocks.
Tlie current pushed both boats together
till the paddle boxes touched and thus
joined together the two boats passed
down the rapids. At one moment the
rapids, pressing the bows in together,
would careen the boats outw ard, till it
seemed as if they mast capsize, and then
tlie noise of the rudder chains aud the
chafing of the boats impressed one with
the idea that two monsters were locked
in a death grapple. Several passengers
fainted away and all were terribly
frightened. Neither boat was able to
draw away from the other, and thus fas
tened they ran the rapids for four miles.
Then the Rothesay, with her wheels
stopped, and her side all staved in,
floated to one side aud steered into the
port of Morrishurg.
“I'm Sorry, John.”
Jn one of the justice’s oourts of De
troit the other day a farmer was defend
ant in a case of assault and battery.
The plaintiff had no witnesses, while
the defendant had his wife, and the
plaintiff’s lawyer made up his mind that
it was a gone case. He was bracing up,
however, to do his best, when the charge
was read to the defendant. The wife
was deeply interested in every phrase,
and her face ohanged from sober to
serious, and from serious to horror as
the reading went on :
Did then and there and with realise
aforethought beat, wound, bruise,
assault and greatly dam ”
“Hold on !” she cried at this point—
“my husband never did that in his life !
I was right there and Baw it all. All he
did was to jump out of the wagon and
hit the man a clip on the eye and knook
him into the ditch!”
‘That’ll do—there! there j” put in
her husband's lawyer, but ahe went on ;
“He just hit him onoe and only onoe,
and I’ll swear to It!”
Half an hour later, after her husband
had paid $12 fine and ooate, the woman
was heard to sigh :
“I’m sorry, John, but when they went
on with that beating and pounding and
malice and aforethought I was sure
you’d get twenty years in prison and it
broke me down. You can sell my oow
this fall to mak* up for this,”
ill do well to resurrect the obsolete
garments, and rip off the trimmings to
use again. No feature of white lace is
more highly valued than the peculiar
creaminess which is given by age; so it
is no matter if a score of years has
passed since it saw the light—if time
has spared its strength, it is all the
more desirable for the use of to-day. It
is not a very long time since imitation
laces found no market in America. Our
English sisters have ornamented their
pretty evening dresses with them freely
for the last half-dozen years, but here
we have eyed them with scorn and sus
picion, till of late, imported dresses of
undoubted style converted us to their
use. This summer dealers offer ns fully
twenty-five varieties of imitation lace,
many of them exceedingly pretty, and
some expensive enough to demand con
sideration from those whose admiration
for an article is governed by its cost.
A dress worn at a Saratoga hotel by
one of the visitors in race week recalls a
hint for making such a dress, given a
long time ago in these articles. The
present fancy for lace makes the idea
even more worthy of attention than
when first mentioned. While tlie slight
cost of the costume, as made at home will
be its reccommendation to economists,
there is no reason to believe that the
dress which was admired at the water
ing place was inexpensive; on the con
trary, the probability is that it was im
ported for the wearer. The dress was
made of white Brussels uet, it was once
called, but the nearest approach to the
fabric sold as sucb then is now the fli e
mosquito lace, neft the coarse stuff with
the square bar, bnt a net with mesh,
like in kind, but not size, to the cane
seats of chairs. The overskirt
darned' in a showy pattern, snch as is
frequently seen upon tidies, with linen
thread. The back of the skirt was cov
ered with three wide ruffles of the lace,
bordered with a darned pattern, and
the lowest ruffle extended all around
the bottom of the dress. The waist
was thickly covered with stripes in the
darning stitch representing inserting,
and the sleeves were decorated in the
same way. Tlie nnderdress in this case
was of white Surah satin, sleeeveless
and low square neck, but my old white
or pale evening gflk dress could be
worn in its place; even a very indiffer
ent silk could be used without its de
fects being perceptible through the
ruffling and figuring of tlie lace. Darn
ed tidies are so easy to make, and have
been for a long time snch a popnlar
style cf fancy work, that most young
ladies have had some experience in that
line, and if a handsome evening dress
happens to be the desire of any young
lady’s heart, she will not shrink from
the labor involved in getting up a dress
like tlie one described. Tlie cost will
be next to nothing, if the edge of the
overskirt is finished by deep scallops
run with several rows of linen, and a
deep hem turned on the liottom of the
ruffles just below the darned border.
Countless yards of rufflod lace added to
the dressiness of the costume jnst de
scribed, but to many tastes the aim
plicity of the finish just suggested
would give the dress a charm besides
making it much easier to wash if it ever
needed to pass through that process,
which is doubtful, as lace docs not catch
dirt as easily as other fabrics.
French writers predict a reentrance
into fashion of striped materials. They
were considered out of date last season,
and merchants reduced the prices of
those on hand so much that some great
bargains are still to be secured. Shop
pers with slender purses would do well
to avail themselves of some of these op
portunities, as some very durable and
excellent goods are being sold at the
bargain counters, to leave room for new
fall stock. It is the habit of many ex
perienced housekeepers to make most
of their purchases between seasons.
The opportunity for choice is small, but
compensation for that lies in the prices,
which aro far below those of new goods.
Black silks have been ont of' favor for
the last few years, in consequence of
the popularity of satins and brocades,
bnt there is no danger of their staving
out of style any great length of time,
and now is the time to purchase them,
for both the French and those of Ameri
can manufacture are being sold very
cheaply. A black silk dress is always
handsome and desirable, and for people
who rarely bny a rich dress, and must
of necessity make that dress last forev
er, there is nothing to equal a black
silk, for it goes triumphantly through
the changes of fashion as no other gar
ment can. Even if more showy styles
prevail, the wearer of a well made black
silk dress can be certain, under all cir
cumstances, of being ladylike in ap
pearance.
This is a time when dressmaking is at
rather a standstill in most families, and
people are generally at leisure to do
other things. In houses where ready
made underclothes are not the rule, the
time can be well applied to replenishing
the stock. Better cloth is usually put
into the homemade garments, and
where nightgowns and ohemiseg have
given away at the yoke* and sleeves,
the lower portions will be worth making
up ifito children’s under-garments.—
Dressing sacks or sacks to wear in sick
ness can also be made from the skirts of
worn-out night-dresses, and there are
various uses which can be made of half,
worn underclothes in families where a
sewing machine is used. Of course it
would not pay to spend time in sewing
by hand npon any but new muslin.
Another economy that may be new to
some people, is making pillow oases
from ths oocnsr* of warn out sheets.
There will be more seams than is quite
orthodox in such pillow covers, because
the centre piece on each end is gener
ally too thin to be available, and cutting
it ont, necessitates a join of the pieces.
Where old linen pillow cases are good
at the corners, small square napkins for
washstands, bureaus and toilet tables,
can be made by raveling out a deep
fringe. It will be beautifully soft and
silky on coarse, old linen, and working
an open button-hole stitch all around,
in colored crewel, to keeping it from
farther raveling. If the linen is worth
it, a letter, or little figure, can be put
in tlie centre in outline stitch, with
crewel or indelible silk. Useful table
napkins for everv day can be made from
the corners and sides of worn out table
cloths, and it would be well not to con
sign the worn ont centres to the rag
bag, but keep them in the hag or box,
which in every family should be appro
priated to old linen and cotton, to be
ready for any emergency. Bandages
and strings of the right sort, physicians
say, are seldom at hand in private
houses when accidents demand their
use, but they should be ready, even if
there seems bnt little possibility of their
being used.
Hand Paintiug Dresses.
The application of hand-painting to
accessories of dress is daily gaining
fresh importance. The latest novelty is
painting on the corner hem of China
silk handkerchiefs. These small pock
et foulards are made in Paris of plain
red, bine, or ecru for the centre
around this a figured hem is stitched,
and this is of printed silk, but the four
corners are always of the same color as
the centre On one of these corners
comes the painting by hand. The sub
jects are very decorative; there are birds
of paradise iira tangle of exotics; chari
ots drawn by swans or dolphins, and
plenty of white foam splashing up and
even to the centre part of the foulard
climbing plants that form a mass of
bright color on the corner hem, and
that diminish as they taper up to the
centre; Venus rising from the waves and
holding above her head a shell, in the
midst of which was a large shining
pearl. It is the proper thing to exhibit
the painted corner. This decoration
does not exclude a worked crest and
monogram, executed in embroidery on
an opposite corner, but not on the hem.
A handkerchief of the kind here de
scribed costs in Paris from fifteen to
eighteen francs. The artist gains from
five to ten francs for each subject. I
is not supposed easy to finish two in one
day. as the painting is as fine as mina-
ture; bnt even shonld three be got
through in two days, this is not despi
cable employment, and ladies might en
deavor to introduce this novelty at
home. There also are exhibited new
perfumed sachets to be laid on the cen
tre of quilts and smaller pocket saohets,
now used for cardeases and photos, in
stead of the stiff leather and pasteboard,
ivory, or tortoise-shell pocket cases of
the past. These sachets owe their suc
cess to a fragrance with which the lin
ings and the inside are impregnated.
It is so lasting that a coat front retains,
the mild perfume long after the sachet
has been removed Sachets are also
painted on tlie outside by hand: they
have two pockets, one under each cover;
these and the inner flaps are outlined
with silken cord. Another suggestion
for the industrious is the application of
embossed designs applique on the quar
ters of velvet parasols. They are of
stamped satin, tacked on all round the
contours with stitches that disappear
under a thin silken cord, which is guid
ed round over the first tackings on.
Romance of Indian Life.
Maj. Gordon, of the Second Infanty,
was well acquainted with Spotted-Tail,
the Sioux Chief, who was killed by
Crow-Dog, at Rosebud Agency. He
first saw at Fort Laramie in 1866, he
having come thither on an errand so sad
that it affected lus after life. He brought
there the body of his favorite daughter
for burial, and officers of the post, with
other white residents of the neighbor
hood, took part in the obsequies. Spot
ted-Tail killed a number of ponies at the
funeral and nailed the skulls on the
pests supporting the coffin. These sknlls
still remain, and every year the com
manding officer sees to it that the coffin
is decorated with flowers and streamers.
The daughter had a romantic history,
which is familiar to many army officers
and plainsmen. She fell in love with
Lieut. Brockhorst Livingston, of the
old Second Dragoons, and a direct de
scendant of the famous Chaecellor Liv-
ingson, of New York. He seems to have
reciprocated her love, and they lived to
gether as man and wife, though bound by
no legal ties. Livingston at length took
sick, became a prey to dementia, was
sent to Europe, and there died. The
poor girl awaited his return long and
anxiously, and guarded as dearer than
her heart’s blood his sou, a bright boy
two or three years old. At length news
of his death reaced her, and the wife—
for so she considered herself, and so her
native friends considered her—pined *
few months with a slowly breaking
heart, and then died. Her last words
were were the few English words were
of endearment Livingston had
taught her in days gone by. Spotted-
Tail took the beloved form where Liv
ingston had first met her, and there
buried it. Mrs. Livingston the mother
of the Lieutenant, is still living in New
York, or was a short time ago, and haa
instituted inquiries relative to the son
spoken of, with a view of caring for and
educating him, but all trace of him waa
lost, or his dusky relatives preferred to
keep him with themselves.
—The national debt.
078,023.23 in July.
i reduced $10,-