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THE MACON WEEKLY TELEGRAPH: TUESDAY, JANUARY 12, 18FG.—TWELVE PAGES.
AN UNSIGNED POSTCRIPT.
VI OHAUUU LZDY/SD XOItTOV,
Autliorjof "A
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Mr. TIifimM Follaker, attorney and coun-
oelor-at-Iaw, sat in liia office with liia feet on
the fender, opening his morning's mail.
fom was a tolerably prosperous young law
yer, prosperous mainly MOaoee he had in
herited enough ef a fortuue to lire upon
without worrying over the small economies
of life. As things go, the Follaker property
had not been so very, very Urge, even at its
best estate—divided up, it netted a hundred
thousand or so for each of the children, of
whom lom and his sister Fanny were the
only members with whom this story has
especially to do. Tom and Fan were par
ticularly attached to one another for a
brother and siater. They lived together in
a pleasant suite of apartments when they
were both in town, and exchanged letters
once a week when they were separated.
Under the circumstances neither of them
could see any sense in getting married, and
although Fnn had, or might have bod, any
quantity of offers—moat of them baaed
upon the aupposed favorable condition of
her bank ncconnt—she usually applied pre
ventives in-thnw to forestall actual declara
tions and offers. She bad keen powers of
observation, and when aho saw a young
fellow in danger of losing his appetite on
her account she wonld, in the most angclio
and self-possessed manner possible, arrange
a tete-a-tete in some retired corner, where
upon a dialogue, something like this, wonld
occur otter a little preliminary skirmish
ing:
••Why don't you get niurried, Mr. Fair-
child?”
"I don’t know exactly—that is, I don't
think she wonld have me if I asked her."
"There is no telling till you try. Now I
will giTe a little dinner here next week, and
ask you both, and yon shall have the beat
possible chance to come to an understand
ing.”
"But, Miss Follaker, I was -you don't
know—I hoped——”
"Yea, yes. I know all about it. There
is no earthly need of explanations. I love
to help young folks along the rosy path of
matrimony."
If the admirer persisted in making a for
mal proposal after ten minutes of such con
versation as this, Fan had not the slightest
pity for him. Hhe concluded that ho deem
ed himself irresistible and usually succeed
ed in making him feel somewhat attenuated
before the interview was over.
It was from this sister that Tom found a
letter on the morning in qnestion among
the other mail matter on his desk. Whon
the summer waned, Fnn bod run down to
spend a few weeks with a married sister in
the Virginia mountains, and tho usual cor
respondence had been faithfully kept np.
The present letter contained nothing beyoud
the ordinary until toward the end: "Here
hnve I been makrng allusions to Connie,"
Fan wrote, “and you don’t at all know
who .he is. Well, I found her here when I
arrived, and we became the beat of friends
at once. She is fond of riding, and you
know sister Kate does not rids any more.
No we, Connie and I, go all over the neigh
borhood together on brother Jack's horses,
of which he seems to have aq endless sup
ply. Connie is just my age—rather old for
you, Tom- and is a girl who seems to fas-
cinnto every man who cornea near her.
Generally 1 hate such girls, and she says
that aho does, too, hut somehow we have
taken to one ano'Jior from the first. She
is—but she has just come into thu room
and is very impolitely and inconsiderately
standing with her hand—such a pretty
hand as it is,—Tom—on my shoulder, and
I teel sure she is reading what I write. So,
of course, T cannot say what I was going to
about her.”
Here followed tho nsnal affectionate end
ing of a sisterly letter, and then came a
pcstcript in a different handwriting.
' ‘ •Connie' bee s to assure Mr. Follaker that
rem I a
she did not i
i word until Mias Follaker
•pointedly,’ os they say hereabouts, invited
her to do so. What Miss Follaker was
about to writo may well, perhaps, 1m> left
unsaid, sinco her written statements are
not always conspicuously truthful when
her affections arc concerned.”
As a general thing Tom was not particu
larly anscoptable to feminino charms. He
enjoyed uia sister's dinner parties ami was
<"-loomed a very agreeable fellow, but he
was not a ladies man in the least But who
shall account for the freaki of tho human
heart No sooner did Tom read this little
informal postscript, than ho began stndyiDg
it and picturing to himself how "Connie*'
looked when she possessed herself of the
pen, and, leaning over the desk, perhaps
with her arm round Fan's neck, bail wnt-
1 ten these insignificant yet suggestive linos.
I Tom answered the letter in due course, and
I managed, naturally, to bring in an appro-
I piiate message to "Connie,"apologizing for
tho unavoidable necessity of using that
seemingly familiar form, since he did not
«ni.w her by any other name. Other mes
sage* pissed to and fro, and, strange to say,
instead of a weekly letter, the brother
found excuses for writing to his favorite
sister almost every other day. Fanny, for
her part, exalted in keeping ap tho myste
ry. Her letters were an encyclopedia of in
formation concerning "Connie’’ in every
respeet save that of her trno name, end,
scheme tut Toni would, he could not find
that out. He wrote surreptitiously to his
sister Kate and to Jack, her husband, but
they were apparently co-conspirators, and
gave him no satisfaction. At length ho
liia business affairs arranged so tint
could ran down to his biother-in-law'a for
a fortnight's shooting; bnt on the very day
that h« wrote, announcing his plans, there
came a letter which mid that "Connie" had
hern obliged to cat abort her visit and go
home. It was a little singular that new
complication! should arise in Tom's busi
ness, making it impossible for him to carry
out his plans; yet such was the case, and
after a decent inta M^M
his visit.
t interval he wrote postponing
However, a frequent correspondence was
I inaugurated hetween "Connie” and Fan,
and under cover of this messages and even
special note* still reached Tom Follaker,
and when at last Fan's visit drew near ita
| end he screwed np his courage to the point
of a-king if he might not still hope to hear
I from his "rained bnt unknown correspon
I dent" •
I Fan was not coming bat k to New York
I *t once, Hhe was, so aba informed her
I brother, to join a Duty bound for Florida,
I ind perhaps spend the winter in southern
■ latitude*. Bo Tom's correspondence came
I to an nntimely end with the request quoted,
I and two weeks passed away. Bad to relate,
I be ws* beginning to think less frequently
I then before of this mythical “Connie,’’
I when there came a letter one dey which
I caused Mr. Tom’s heart to give a diminn-
I tire little thump. Me tore it open and me-
I cbapically threw the envelorib into hia waste
I basket "Bear Mr. Follaker," the note
I 'md, "the shooting is very fine lost new in
Ithe vicinity of Coster's Bun, Brock county,
Jin this Ntate. The nearest railroad station
s Brock villa."
Tom divtd into his waste basket The
nvelope was postmarked “Baltimore.” A
earch in poat-offico and railway guides re
vealed l!.. fa-1 that wbili there waa no
(Mb station aa iMUb to Mntot,
i was such a aaajiit aav toa iafii
in a neighboring State. To this station
Tent sent at a venture, addressed simply
‘■C. O. N."and marked for return if not
claimed within ten days. “Dear Miss
Connie,” it aaid, “of course Ism sadly mys
tified by your note; bnt that is nothing
strange. Men have been similarly perplex
ed since time hogan. If I pack np my traps
and go ahooting in the vicinity of Coster's
Bun, what then? Vicinity is a very indefi
nite term. Give me, I pray yon, some more
specific directions, and for the sake of
meeting my mater's friend and my own un
known correspondent, I will gladly shoot
raffled grouse along Coster’s Butt or any
where else."
In a few days there came an answer:
“Take 9:10 a. m. train from Baltimore on
Wednesday next. Stop at BrockviUe. Wear
your shooting clothes. Watch for a dark
brown riding habit and a red carnation.”
“Well," thought Tom, when he read the
brief epistle, ‘'this ia beginning to look se
rious,” and he pondered the situation with
some misgivings. While the correspond
ence had been conducted through his sis
ter's letters and from beneath another sis
ter's roof it had seemed all right, and there
hud actually grown up in his heart quite a
tender sentiment toward the unknown Con
nie. Had her visit not been abruptly ter
minated, ho wonld have gone done to West
Virginia predisposed to fall in love at first
sight. But this renewal of the correspond
ence had an nncanny look. “However,"he
concluded, “I'll see this thing' through,
anyhow,” and Tuesday afternoon found
hint ou the way to Baltimore, with gun-
ease anil the necessary paraphernalia lor a
shooting expedition.
It must be admitted that for a sportsman
lie took extra pains next morning with his
toilet, and a very good looking fellow he
waa in hi* corduroys as he boarded the 9:40
t a n. This was die at BrockviUe at about
3 p. in., and Tom had plenty of time to re
flect upon the errand which had thus called
bint away from his fall engagements. The
result of liia cogitations was not reassuring.
He hated to be made a fool of, and the more
ho tamed tho matter over the more it
seemed to him he waa in imminent danger
of jast this very thing. At a station where
tho train stopped for ten minntea for wood,
water and refreshments, Tom was gazing
absently from the window, calling himself
some not very complimentary names, and
half inclined to take the retnra train before
it was too late, when he became swarn of
another corduroy-clad individual walking
np and down the platform, apparently for
the sake of exercising a handsome liver-
colored letter, who, with delicate, sensitive
muzzle to the gronnd, waa “quartering”
the platform and trying to make believe that
ho expected to find gamo scent. “Some
one going shooting in earnest," thought
Tom. “Not partly on a wild-goose chase,
like me. Wonder where he’s bound.”
There was a ticket iu the stranger's rap,
and when next ho passed the winnow, Tout
looked sharply and made out “BrockviUe.”
“Ho must bo going to Coster's ltnn, too,"
thought Tom. “FI! scrape acquaintance
whon the train starts."
But on consideration an idea canto into
our hero's bond upon which ho forthwith
proceedod to act. Ho had already made
friends with tho condnctortbrongh the me
dium of oigara, and stopping him on bis
next round through tho train asked if he
could have the use of aorao retired corner
of t n baggage car for a few urinates. “I
wnnt iociiango iny clothes," Tom explained
innocently. “I intended to go nnt'ahool-
ing at once, bnt I’ve changed my plans."
The oondnetor was quite ready to oblige,
anil in a lew minntea Tom bad changed his
corduroys for n dark business salt and
soft felt bat. Finding a seat in tho fore
most ear he awaited with some littlo ner-
vonanoss tho approach to BrockviUe, now
not far distant. At this station, as the
time table informed him, the train was bill
ed to wait twenty minutes for an up ex
press. Aa it thundered across a consider
able stream, a striking picture presented
itself for a fleeting instant, which quicken
ed Torn’* poise a bit and mado him qnes
tion for a moment the wisdom of bis hasty
change of appareL
A turnpike road croeaed theatreamnhnn-
dred yards or so below the railway, and
framed in the dark, sqnnro opening of the
coverod bride, partially hidden by the leaf
less twiggs of intervening willows, was an
equestrian figure. The November sun fell
over the shining cheannt ooat or the grace
ful thoroughbred mare who, with eye anil
ear intent, etood watching the train raxh
by. In the saddle waa a lithe, erect il
clad, Tom waa certain, in a brown riding
habit, and sorely there was a gleam ot red
just below tho whito collar and kerchief.
CHANG'S ORCIIISTHA.
waa of a very friendly greeting between tit* I
fair equestrienne, whom he could not bnt
take for “Connie,” and him whom he was
half inclined to anathematize as “Cordu- i CHINFSK MUSICIANS IN TRAINING
r °&e bell of tho express sounded. Tom's FOB SKLKUT CONOBRT8.
gnn case waa in the smoking car, away for-
ward. “Never mind," he thought, “I can!
Tom looked of course, with all his ey<
and ns he looked, tbo fair equestrienne,
with a sudden movement of her right amt,
Hualied a white handkerchief into sight fur
an instant, and then, touching tbo chestnut
mare with hor whip, cantered briskly along
after the flying tram. Whether her signal
waa onasrerod from the train Tom could not
see.
Of course abe waa distanced in a moment,
but presently tho whistle sounded for
BrockviUe, and within two minutes pulled
np at the station. Tom kept hie seat. The
train backed in a siding out of the way of
the express. Tom left his gnn case in the
rack, but pradently took his satchel with
him to the rear door of tho last cor.
The conductor came along and to his in
timation that tbia waa Urockvillo, Tom
answered rather shortly “I know it"
In the meanwhile ••Corduroys," with
liver-colored setter, raseet gun caso and all,
had disembarked, coolly deposited hia traps
on the platform, and stood e little apart
watching the temporary bustle that enliven
ed the sleepy little country station. Pres
ently bs began to walk up and down the
platform, and Tom could not be certain
whether ho was waiting tor some one or
not.
A well-travel rami “pike” led off to the
eastward from the station, and upon the
point where it disappeared over e alight
knoll Tom kopt his eyes with an eagerness
for which he cynically laughed at himself
even then. Twice he said, “Thera she
comes!" as some moving object showed
over the ridge; bnt in one instance it we* a
vagrant cow, in the other on aged negro on
mule-back. Bnt look! There can be no
mistake this time! The dancing rise and
fall of a > feathered hat, complicated with
flying ends of e closely-tied veil. Hardly
ere these seen end identified when the
pointed ears end chestnut inane rise into
view, and then the fees undistingnisbablo
In features as yet, the dark habit, the dash
of scarlet. In an instant, never slackening
her stride, the thoronghbreed sweeps over
the knoll end swinging down the gentle
elope, her aatin sides gleaming in the snn,
end her dainty hoots rythuieoUy beating
time upon the smooth turnpike,
p Bnt what is that? The white handker
chief flashes ont again, and Tom glances at
the platform to eee ft return signal from
him whom we have celled “Corduroy*.”
The liter-colored wetter, too, liaa recognized
familiar hoof-beat* and is flying op the
road, barking joyously, with head erect and
feathery tail streaming banner-wise.
And now the cheetnot mare whinnied ft*
•he poll* hernelf op at the platform where
•tamJ.i the tetter* muter; ft gauntletod
hand with a riding whip hanging from it*
wrirtt, i* extended and well, jtwt then the
express thundered in; the engine, with it*
glistening bras* and clanging bell rushed
between Tom and the dainty hit audbrown
riding habit, but the ia*t glimpse he caught
wire for it I’m well ont of this, anyhow, ‘
and he swung himself down, caught a hand
r* : l on tbe express, and in an instant wa*
speeding back toward Baltimore.
In tho meantime an excited littlo dia-
lyguo was in progress at the edge o? the
Brock* ille platform. Greeting over be
tween ;“Counie” and • “Corduroys,” she
glanced at train and platform and passen
gers with a rather proud, questioning look
on her fair face.
“Ate those vonr traps on the platform,
Will?”
“Yea what of it?”
“And did not Mr. Folluker comer*’ *
“No. Did yon expect him?”
“Yea. By this train. I wrote yon how
to find him.”
“Never got the letter.”
The blood rnshed np into Connie’*
cheeks. “What n nst he think of me?” she
chried. “WiU, d*.d yon see another gentle
man on the train in a shooting suit?”
Will reflected “Yes, now I think of it, I
did, some distance back.”
“Well, mn and see if yon find him. The
train linn not gone yet. Bring him here.”
Will caught the conductor just as he sig
naled the engineer to “go ahead.’*
Hold on a minute Thompson. What
became of that fellow in ahooting rig?”
“lie caught on to the express just as she
pulled out. Queer lot he is, Mr. Crary.
shifted his clothes in my room this sido of
Briokerton, and now hew left his gnn cose
* a the smoker.”
“All right! give it to me I’ll be respon
se.”
The conductor, knowing Mr. Crary as a
near resident and frequent patron of the
road, gave him tho gnn without more ado,
aud with a shade of growing annoyance on
his face, Will returned to his sister’s side.
‘What mischief have yon been np to,
Con?”
‘Only a joke of Funny Follaker’s—well,
I had something to do with it, too, for that
matter.”
“Yes, I’ve no doubt yon had.”
“Here they come,” added Connie, as the
rattle of wheels waa heard and a road wag
on drew up containing Mi** Fanny Follaker
and sundry Cmrys, who need not be intro
duced.
A hasty council of war waa held.
“He must have seen yon from tho train
and hi* courage failed him,” said Fun.
•Indeed! and am I so very frightful?**
•Under some circumstances yon might
be.”
‘What can wo do, Will?”
•Only one thing. Miss Follaker mnst
telegraph to him on tho train."HIIC J
And so it happened that at Brinherton
Tom w as startled ont of a very brown study,
not wholly fluttering to himself, by u sten
torian voice shouting: Mr. Thomas Follaker
in this car?”
Tom responded, and in q moment was
reading this dispatch:
“All a mistake. Mrs. Crary, Miss Crary,
and Mr. William* Crary unito in apologies,
and in renewiug invitation which yon
should have received already. Take the
next train back to BrockviUe. Fanny.”
Twin jiuhttniou. “The question is.” Lc
reflected, “whether they or I have made the
most fools of onraelves.”
Bnt he ended by taking tho train as di
rected by his discreet and uffectiouute and
usually obeying sister.
What need wc follow him? It was with
•very different sentiment* that jnat nt snn-
set he caught once more the dark frame
work of Coster’s ltnn Bridge, and shortly
nfteward marked n waiting group at the
roadside, which included u brown riding
habit, a certain chestnut marc, “Cordu
roys,” the liver-colored setter, tho rest of
the Crsrys, find last, bnt not least, that
highly successful schemer, Fanny Follaker
herself,
EGYPTIAN AMUSEMENT.
Itcnnty nutanclng r Mottle of Herr In Konr
nmt Dunce.
Port Hal-1 Corveffpomloucc London Tclrgnuu.
We found a native cufe where two Gha-
wrazi girls were languidly dancing before tho
UNUid niidieuco of low-class Arab and negro
connoisseurs. One, clad in scarlet, won a
novice of no skill; tho other—graceful and
clever, withu beautiful face of the eld Egyp
tian typo, worn lmrd and marked by u hit*
of vice—was prettily dressed in wide trous
ers of purple and gold, a fcpaugled jacket
and headdress of coius and bends, with n
jingling girdle of silver amulets. Asked if
she could perform for us tho “balance
dance,” she consented to exhibit that well-
known Egyptian pas for the modest consid
eration of 2f. und a bottle of English boor.
The cork being drawn a lighted, candle
was fixed in the neck of the bottle, which
was then pluccd upon tho crowu of her
black and glossy little head. A carpet was
then spread upon the sand, and extending
her anus, armed with castanets, and sing
ing in a high bnt not unplcasing voice to
tbe accompaniment of a darabonka aud ra-
bub, she swayed her lithe body i*i gentle
rythmical motions to the words ot her song
and tho measured beat of tho musicians,
“I Am black, bnt it is tbe snn of thy love
which lias scorched me! Bend me the rain
of help from thy pity. I am thirsting for
thee.’^
ThoGhawazi began with words of this the
ory, keeping exact time to the str&in with fot t
and hand and the tremors of her thrilling
frame, now slowly turning round, now soft
ly advancing and receding, now clasping her
hands acroas her bosom or pressing them
to her forehead—but perpetually keeping
the bottle and lighted caudle in perfect
equilibrium .u|kiii the crown of her heath
Suddenly she sank, with a change of accom-
painmeut, to tho ground, and maintaining
not only the complctest harmony of her
movement, but even making this straLge
K store one of grace and churm, she con-
ved in some dexterous manner, without
touching it to shift the bottle from the top of
her head to her forehead, and thus reclined
on the mat, her extended fingers softly clap
ping the castanets, her light, girlish frame
palpitating from crown to feet, always in
the slow, passionate measure of tho ancient
love song.
This was really an artistic piece of danc
ing, though the performer was only a com
mon “aimeh’ from the Delta, bnt tbo dance
is, no doubt, aa old aa the pharoahs, and
every step and gesture traditionally handed
down.
Saved III* Life.*
Mr. D. L. WUeosaoa, of Howe Cay*, Ky., **y* ft*
wm, for ninny yean, badly afflicted with Phthisic*,
also DUbctea; the pain* were almost oneadurable
sad mould aooMtUMn slaoAt throw him la to
enoYuUton*. II* tried Electric Bitter* sad eot re
lief from tho flnt bottle *nd after Ukiaf *U bciUe*.
waa entirely cured sad bed sained to fleahrlebteea
pounds, s*)* be poeltiveljr believe* he would here
died, bed It not teen for the wUef afforded by
Electric Bitter*. Hold et fifty cents e bottle by La
mer, Ben kin k Lamer.
The Weekly Telegraph Free.
We will send the Weekly Tnjonni
one year to any one who trill get np a club
of five new subecribers to it at one dollar
each. w-t£
Hr. It. ». Cotter,
PermacrnUy located to Macon, DCS Feocn i amt
Dt*e*ee* of tbe ey*. e*r, tiiruit M l no**-. I rrr.-r
ly uv.aunt for four year* to Dr. A. W. Calbonn, At
The Impreiudon* of a MtitilcaM Critic Who
Attended tlie lire** ItehenrMil In the ’
Hall of Practice Under n Cob
bler’s Workshop.
Philadelphia Fri-tm.
Foy Lee Chang is the name of tho leader
of r. Chinese orchestra which lma just been
established in the cellar of a cobbler’s Jiouse
at Eleventh street and Washington aTuttte.
Mr. Chang came here Irom Now York last
September to leant tho trombone in a city
where the instrument eonld belie nl. He
hail started in business in Gotham's Bow
ery, but when he blew his trombone,
which he had picked up inn junk store,
its noise was so drowned by the
rattle of elevated railroad truiua aud the
rub-a-dub-dub of policemcu'a clulmon tbe
heads of the crowd that he got disheartened
at die small amount of attention ho and it
attracted. He resolved to come to the town
where he could ait at a given point and an
noy tne largest number of people. So he
adjourned to Fhil&delphia, where there arc
so few other nuisances that a new nuisances
instantly cornea into prominence.
Mr. Chang, with hia trombone as a
nucleus, has formed quito a circle of
Chineee musicians. He lately had his card
engraved in a new font ot Chinese type that
waa brought from Nuw York with which to-
rint tho invitations to the Chiucse-Ameri-
Jnion Club-nights. Tbo cards read: '
FOYLKECHAXO.
NATIVE OBCHKS^BA.
PwtlMand entertainment, atnnsed.
• T am not quite ready to accept regular
engagements, Mr. Chang said yesterday,
“bnt I am willing to play before araall
parties who are not too exacting. My
orchestra consists of jwenty-one perform
er.. That ia the regular number in Chma.
Less thou that is considered nnlncky. 'We
had au ardor Lost week from New York to
attend a Chinese festival on Mott street. It
did'nt pay for na all to go, so I’ selected
fonr ot my men. In order to economize
we walked all the way, giving performance
in the streets of Bristol, Trenton and New
ark, We took np collections when we had
done playing. We made ont vnite well,
but I don't think we shall walk next time.
We didn’t know it was so far."
"Come into tho thcatrium," said Mr.
Chang, •' and pat in yonr paper about the
Chinese band and that it will play for $o
an hour in any part of the city." Air.
Chang dived into the cellar laundry, follow
ed by hia guest. Tbo cobbler who lived
unshdis came cut, looking rather worried,
“Yah,” said he, “dem fellows ist heir init
der band und big noise*. I was move awa
right ont of hern quick. I pels no rest mi
my sleep every Snontsg. Yon come here to
here mit yourself, don't it?
‘.‘I dinks dem Chinese must from dis coun
try go soon oud," tho cobbler went on.
, 'Dhey haft ono spitton mit tnltc* and fife
hole* to play mit fingers on und nsnch tings.
Baht'
Sir. Cliling payed no attention to this
criticism, but took tho writer into an inner
room, where thero eat twenty Chinamen
armkd with various weapon* from a toma
havk to a drum at least that ia what they
looted like. The men .eemed expectant,
n -1 us their leader came in raised the
things to their months and made them
give out those preliminary squeaks that
Christian bands make. The leader took
down from a hook a long, slender bundle,
which swelled into a knob at ono rad. Hu
remaved tho gingham o vering. It was a
banjo mado out of a gourd. Waving the
article, Chang stood on a chair and throw
•ome Chinese words . at • the
crowd. The words sounded aa
if when written they, wonld look
very like a fragment of mince
meat magnified to tho ono-thousandth
power with n microscope—moro llko that
than even the laundry signs do. Instantly
fully two-thirds of the orchestra turned
their bucks upon tho leader, and they and
the others who didn't turn aqnatteled,
of hope, and the instant the row ceased i
the amiienco took u flying leap over tho
gong tripod to the floor.
Ail of the instrument* hnve been im-
ported from China by Foy Lie Chang, and
reprorent a liberal outlay of capital. The
mnsicians receive no compensation for tbe
rehearsals until their work is hsrmonionsiy
satisfactory to tho critical ear of tile louder,
who intands exhibiting his score of artists at
museums and theatres, Eight of the mu- [
sicians are front New York and three or I
fonr from Washington. These Foy Le* I
Chang has provided for in Philadelphia |
laundries. They are all passionately fond !
of tho musical enterprise, and the question I
of recompense scents to them secondary to !
tho advantages of thu musical training I
they are receiving. It also seems a second
ary question iu Foy Leo Chang's mind.
Advice to Mothers.
Mr*. Window's toothing Syrup ebon! 1 ver* b
umn! fo«* cbildnu teeth in-'. It sooth*-< n. :i
•oftatethi'inun* alleyeell I.-tm, cv.r- *in.J . ..lu
end U the teat remedy for diu-rbenu v’-V. a ttlo,
JyMwIy ~
*si:-3r. v i'^r^:s2ssszsz^mjssssam
Mlrnrnlon* Kacape.
W. W. Held. dniftKlat of Winchester, Ind., writ**:
’Ouo of iny cuHtouors, Mr*. Louta hike, Itartonin,
Randolph Co., Ind , wm e long mifforer with Con
sumption, and *w Rtvru np to die hy her physi
cian*. Hhe heard of Dr. Kins’* New Dlucovery f»'»*
Consumption, end began buyln* it of me. In six
1 began buy ... ...
walked to this city, a distance of
< mu ll improved *he ‘
SPECIAL
EXTRACTS
MOST PERFECT MADE
L k a S. SI. II.
(F
Extended w Jaiarr
jn:\K>rUntio Piano haver*. Oor
GOLD WATCHSOUVENIltOFPEU
extended another month. To al
low pntro.'ia in dminni Ktnttx to avail
them solve* of this GRAND CFFJ’.H,
we hold it open nntil January l*t
next. Positively no fiali.- r u < ten
sion given.
TJTE OFFER,
A $31 GOLD WATCH pr .cnted
every SPOT CASH PUBCHAKBB "f
a Piano daring December. For fall
particular* send for circular*.
Roll in Cash by •January 1.
i f fan Ti l 111 n 111
H To Organ Buyers.
Vanilla, Lemon. Orange, Almond. Kose. c
flavor as delicately and naturally aa tuo fruit.
PRICE BAKING POWDER CO.,
MOST PERFECT MADE
. Famt *nd etronawt Nttar*l Fruit Havor*. VanllU,
Lemon, Oran«e, Almond. Rom, etc., lUvor ee delicately
and nt iu rally m Um fruit, 1
cuiMuu. price Baking Powdor Co. er. Lous.
crouched, stooped or knelt cross-legged be
fore a formidable litter
of instrument*. Tho
musicians were dressed in ordinary washer
man's attire, with their ileerra double-
reefed and their biceps, of which ovety
nturcle was strained, exposed. Funk Lnng
had a tinkling gourj instrument.
Ling Chow, who plays on every
thing hut i.ia customers crednlty, had on
another tinkler, bnt it was much drier
and more matured than hi* neighbor's.
Fttng Lung’s gonnl looked ns if it hiul been
picked halt ripe. Two fellows had drums
with leather heads and another a Neptune's
trident to help tit. leader to beat Unto
with. There were two of what the cobbler
called “spittoons mit tnbes," a pa r of cym
bals, a huge cooper gong, two bow-ahajied
whalebone attaint with catgut strings
stretched between projecting arms, • flat
bugle full of irory keys, two long brass
horns like the trumjieta of Fame in appMr
unco, but ns squnwky a* Christmas horn*
in tone, n long-necked mandolin, a finger
dram, . row of bamboo sticks like a xylo
phone and n semi-circle of metal cup.,
played on with small mallets. Last, but
noisiest, was a block of bard wood meant to
be thumped writh two iron-headed pestles.
Two Chinamen cared for the gong, which
waa stupended from a tripod and recelred
ita punishment on each aide. The leader
stamped hia wooden clogs upon the chair,
glared savagely at the cymbals, which were
still quivering with preliminary pnetioe
clasnes, and shouted, "Kojn-byo.'
Tbe dexter gong slugger got in the first
blow, though tho leather-head dram pound
ers were dead-heat for second place. Fung
Lnng tinged hia little gourd with a versa
tile theme of six note register. Tbe “spit
toons and wooden block hail several bant
of red! at the beginning of the overture,
lint when they cuught np tney mado np for
the period of idleness. The bogle main
tained ita reputation surprisingly, and the
long horns made a most distracting racket,
bnt ell of thftu combined eonld not “down"
the xylophone, which showered a ftuiUdc
of demi-semi-quavers at every scrap, of the
wooded mallets.
The orchestra played entirely from mem'
orj. Non. of the player, looked at the
condnetor, who. seeing that ererybody
at work, got down off nis chair and tit a ci
garette. The overturn listed half an hoar,
and tbe audience, whose perch quirerad
every time tho gong-beaters made a boll's
eye, waa beginning to get nerroua, when
Foy Is. Chang took the chair and yelled
the Chians eqniralent for “Thst’li
The music stopped instantly except the
xylophone, which couldn't mist tho
temptation to get in s final
lip, and thp orchestra sipped cold tea
for ten minataa, after which the second
movement begsn. It was precisely the
same as movement Na 1, except that ft
most hove been written fonr F instead of
thne, and was nearly twice as long. The
uudi* couldn’t escape without interfer
ing with the orchestra, and long before the
ibed be wonhl
Thin DEI f or r.cfrontra-
tor l« iimmI* osprtMtjr ft,r
(nerurc uf iWamruMrnu
ilf IL* Rramtuoomiins.
.TIhtru Is no mtoako About
'Chi* iutfrumriit, 'If
"’nuouA rtrauii uf
“* uriTtho par
ie thrm to
ru I >o not <
with Klccti
*«l vert tied to ruroall il
f rout hr*d to too. It UR
OATS.
Wo lmvo on hand 1,000
bushels McCulloch Spring
Oats and 600 bushels Burt
Spring Oats, both for spring
sowing. Tho McCulloch Oats
can bo sown from January 15
to March 15, and will mature
in 00 days. They aro free
from rust or smut, and will
give entire satisfaction. Our
stock of field and garden sued
is also complete. Price list
will be furnished on applica
tion. Address
Southern Seed Co.
MACON, OA.
janl^nntn—frtAwtf
An Elegant Clock
Presented Free
A chance for Organ buyers aim,
: 1 i'li 1. '■'!■ •' 'li'' ,r\ I -* '"r ru,
H organ worth $80 or tip-- ■ la ■■.:>•» wa
i| will give with it an * lvgant Clock of
beautiful design. A real art gem,
costly and beautiful, that will l>c es
teemed a valuable oonvenir hy ail
who receive it.
Hend quick for catalogues and tii- !
cuiars. Orders must bo iu by Jena- I 1 !
ary 1st. Instruments guarantied and ||
money refunded if ,not natisfaotoiy. [ 3
Purchasers take no risk. Addreaa ,;
Lnddcn it Hates Son thorn j|
Music House, Biivainmli t Ga
L. & 15. S. M. U.
tontriRttv# pamphlet glv&ff<fuli pftrtJctL
in<rr»la»ble advice free.
. Vv t H. C. PAINTKK. M4n**c
LIKE HOT SHOT.
Low prices arc doing Iheir work. Our offer made iart week will bold good for the
weektocomo. We are not trying to test the gullibility of the public, but aro exerting
onraelves tc convince them that it is to their beet interest to bay Dry Ooo<ls while th- v
are cheaper than ever offered before.
Our* Ultimata mi
It lx naeleeafor na to particularise amid aneh an array of bargains, K». rvthing is
being aold aa we advertise AT COST I'OIt CASH. Wa wonld also stall that in
disposing ot winter goods, we wiU not confine ourselves strictly to coat. So if in net 1 d
any, remember this. Thu fact
IS TAKING
Hold of tho peopla that the proper place to buy Dry Goods ia where the mot vat. U
bought for the money, and of ell places In
THE CITY
This ia THE one. Oar anxiety todiapose of oor stock i* only equalled l»y our r. 5*«r
the “Caiab," and for that equivalent wo will give such inducements that not:- >..» r— .Rt
the temptation to Lay.
BY THE AYY Y,
Thoe* in need of Carpets can,
provided the eath fat forthcoming.
nntil February lit, bny them at th< tr own ;
aafWK.YS'jSiSsa'd:J-, W. RICE & CO.