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THE MACON WEEKLY TELEGRAPH: TUESDAY, JANUARY 12, 18FG.—TWELVE PAGES. AN UNSIGNED POSTCRIPT. VI OHAUUU LZDY/SD XOItTOV, Autliorjof "A ICopyrightal lHf 5.) 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.