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8 and everything is strictly first class. Mr. J. H. Clancey is manager. The Alhambra, on Peachtree street between Currier and Pine, will be con ducted on both the American and Euro pean plans, the former at from $2.50 up per day, and the latter at from upward. Mallard & Stacey will conduct the house, and 500 guests can be accommodated daily. The case in connection will be especially fine. The Derwent has a location particu larly favorable to those wishing to be near the grounds. It is less than 100 yards distant, on 13th street, and is a handsome cottage hotel accommodating 200 guests on the European plan at from $1 to $3 a day. Like the others, it will have a first class case. Mr. G. McD. Nathan is manager. The big, handsome Oriental stands at the corner of Pryor and Houston streets, and will have much finer approaches than is at present indicated by the photograph. It will be run on the European plan, and as its name implies, will be a model of luxury and elegance. The capacity is 500 and its rates from $1.50 to $4.00. Mr. E. P. Black is the manager, and will make it one of the most popular houses in the city. The Southern Hotel is justly regarded as one of the sterling houses of the city. It is located at 148% Marietta street and has a capacity of 150 guests. The rate is from $1.50 to $2 per day, and the ser vice is admirable in every particular. The house is conveniently located, luxuriously furnished, and has a free ’bus service to all trains. Messrs. Mclntosh & Stephens are the managers and proprietors. The Ballard House, at 201 Peachtree street, is one of the best known and most popular places of entertainment in the city. It is famous for its homelike accom modations and excellent cuisine and is admirably located in the most aristocratic neighborhood in the city. It has a capacity of 150, and will be conducted upon the American plan. The rates will be from $2 50 to $3 per day. The Arlington is at the corner of Mari etta and Cone streets. It is an elegantly furnished, conveniently located family house with a capacity of 100 guests, and will be conducted on the American plan at as 2 per day rate. The post office and Trocodera and Columbia theatres are on the same block. Mr. L. M. Dimmick is the manager and wil. fully sustain the excellent reputation of this standard es tablishment. Scarratt’s Hotel, at the juncture of Peachtree, Broad and Luckie streets, is the oldest establishment of the kind in the city, but has been kept up to date in every respect and enjoys a reputation second to none. Its fine location, com fortable apartments and reasonable rate makes it a very desirable stopping place. The capacity is 75, and the rates (Ameri can plan) $1,50 per day. The Colonial Hotel, on Marietta street, only one block from the postofficfe, has a capacity of 100 guests, and will be con ducted on the American plan at a $2.50 rate. This house is under the manage ment of Messrs. James Hickey and Dab ney H. Scoville, and has been newly and elegantly refitted for the influx of Expo sition visitors. It is bright, cheerful and homelike, and its table is famous for the excellence of its cooking and the neatness of its service. No house in Atlanta is prepared to furnish more satisfactory entertainment, and special attention will be paid to the comfort of each and every guest. All communications should be addressed to Hickey & Scoville. The Delbridge is among the finest of the new hotels. It stands at Nos. 8-10 Trinity avenue, and is most advantage ously located both as regards the depot and the street car lines. It is a four story building with wide passage ways and magnificent verandahs, and was con structed with a special eye to the comfort of its guests. The equipment is exceed ingly elegant throughout, and the hotel will be run on both the American and European plans, the former at from $2 to $3.50, and the latter at sl, $2 and $3 per day. The case and cuisine will be espe cially perfect in all details. The Talmadge House, at 32 Walton street, has been leased by Mr. Ed Callo way, so long and favorably known at the Kimball, and has been handsomely re furnished and decorated. It has a capac ity of 350, and will be in every particular a most desirable stopping place. AN ATLANTA NIGHTINGALE. Who Will Appear on the Dramatic Stage During the Exposition. The interesting announcement has been made that Mrs. W. J. McCaslin,nee Miss Luzy Gartrell, will make her debut on the local stage during the Exposition. Miss Gartrell, as she will be known profession ally, is justly regarded as one of the most beautiful women in Atlanta, and she pos sesses a clear soprano voice of unusual compass and sweetness. Some years ago, while living with her parents at St. Louis, Mo., she received a thorough training for grand opera, and while she has since em ployed her gift merely for the pleasure of her friends, she is well fitted for a profes sional career. She is at present a pupil of Madame Taylor, the well known ope ratic teacher, formerly of the Morchesi Conservatory. Miss Gartrell has several engagements for the Exposition season and will appear at one of the theatres and also on the roof garden at the grounds. See will be heard in selections from grand opera both in English and Italian and in popular bal lads. These will be rendered in costume. In her reportaire are several Hungarian songs which will be sung in the pictur esque peasant dress. A WORTHY CITIZEN. Dear Doctor: From the present outlook, the “Cotton States and International Exposition” will be one of the “events” in the history of our country, and es pecially of the South. Realizing the immense number of Physicians, who will be present, from all parts of the United States, and other countries. I have decided to offer my mite of Southern hospitality to my visiting brethren. Therefore, I extend a cordial invitation to any Physician who may visit our city, to make my office his headquarters. Send mail, telegrams, etc., in my care, and I will cheerfully engage rooms, etc., in advance for any one if advised to do so. The only request I make is to enclose postage for letters of inquiry, which will be cheerfully answered. For any services I may render no fee, commission, or any perquisites whatever, will be re' eived or expected. Fraternally yours, George Brown, M. D. Comment is supurfluous. If we had a thousand George Browns the Fair would be an overwhelming success. This is an example worthy of imitation. OPPENHEIM’S No. 14 Rye Whiskey, “it’s Pure, $1.50 Full Quarts. , that’s sure.” No. 1 Whitehall Street. NORFOLK OYSTERS. Perfectly fresh, delicious, delightful Try them. Durand’s NewCafe. The Looking Glass That garrulous little tattler, the dickey bird, tells me an amusing story at the expense of the boys and girls who constitute the youngest and liveliest element of Atlanta society. Some time ago (now understand, if you please, that I have this solely on the dickey bird’s authority) an unknown genius conceived a brand new diversion which soon developed great popularity under the title of “stocking matching.” The game was beau tifully simple and only required two players— a young lady and her best young man. Both exhibited a small section of hosiery, and if the samples differed in color the young man paid a forfeit—usually a pound of candy. If they matched, the fair charmer was consid ered to have lost and bought her beau a necktie. The odds, its will be noticed, were largely in favor of the girl, but this was more than counterbalanced by the glimpse of dainty ankle necessarily vouschafed to the other player. At any rate the young men made no objection on the score of unfairness, and stocking matching became quite the order of the hour all through the patrician precinct on the north side. Recently, how ever, it has fallen into desuetude, and I am told that its decline in popularity is traceable to a particularly shabby trick which was practiced by the masculine matchers. Ex perience taught them that the vast majority of their sweet girl friends wore stockings of some shade of blue or brown and they accordingly donned one sock of each hue, brown on the left foot and blue on the right, allowing circumstances to decide which they should exhibit. This duplicity materially increased their chances and was practiced until the girls became suspicious and at length discovered the ruse. That virtually broke up the game and stocking matching has since been on the decline. The customary serenity of a highly re spectable residence section of the North side was rudely disturbed one night last week by a sensational episode which has somehow escaped my esteemed contempo raries. Among the dwellers in the locality in point are an estimable young married couple, who, until recently, were regarded as patterns of domestic felicity. The husband is employed in the office of a big corpora tion down town, and works, as a rule, in the night time. His wife is a strikingly hand some blonde, and if I remember rightly they have several young children. A short time ago—or to be more accurate—on the night of Friday before last, a frantic message came over the wires to police headquarters asking that an officer be sent at once to the home referred to. A couple of policemen were dispatched to the spot and found the larger part of the neighborhood collected at the front gate, while sounds of a violent alterca tion were audible from the interior of the house The officers rushed in and presently quiet was restored. This, briefly told, was all that was told at the time, but since then some of the true inwardness of the affair has leaked out and now forms the basis of an unlimited amount of neighborhood gossip. According to the current version, the hus band was privately warned that he had best keep an eye on his domicile during his hours of employment, and instead of going to work on the night in question concealed himself on the premises. Just what he heard or saw is in considerable dispute, but at all events he suddenly discovered him" self, drew a revolver and declared that he must have gore, and plenty of it. This was the occasion of the telephone call, and how the matter was finally adj usted is a mystery to everybody except those directly concerned. The effect of such an incident in a quiet neighborhood may be easily imagined, and it is still, I am told, the reigning topic of conversation at every tea table for a radius of a dozen blocks. A charming matron of Macon is attracting more attention than she possibly desires, and I am sure much more than she is aware of by her undisguised admiration for a cer tain Atlanta musician whom I have not heretofore regarded as particularly fatal to the gentle sex. This is possibly a case of hypnotism a la Svengali, but be that as it may, her evident fondness for the young artist’s society has set the tongue of gossip wagging at a fast and furious rate. I am told that she has made several trips to Atlanta for the express purpose of seeing him, and thinks nothing of taking long excursions in the suburbs in his company. One of these rambles gave rise to a rather interesting story. Some days ago a society lady of this place chanced to be driving on a country road a few miles east of this city and was astonished to see the couple in point emerge from a shady path leading goodness knows where into the country side. Although she is well acquainted with both, they avoided her eye and pretended not to see her. As a matter of course she lost no time in narrating this experience to her friends and it is now common property. Heaven forbid that there should be any thing wrong in a sylvan stroll, but when one of the strollers happens to have a jealous hubby in another city and the other is, a gay dog of a bachelor —why, people.wiiTtalk. I ste that Mrs. Richards, late organist of the First Methodist Church and well remem bered in both social and musical circles of this city, has returned from her visit to New York. She was warmly welcomed by her many friends and will remain here, I am told, until the close of the Exposition. Mrs. Richards is not only a very handsome woman, but she possesses talents of an unusually versatile character and pluck that is worthy jof all admiration. She went to New York entirely unknown and in a few short months succeeded in obtaining recognition from that delightful set in which not only social graces, but brains are a sine qua non to admission. She became editor of “Life’s” sprightly calendar and also found time to act as accompanist to Miss Wienmann, the famous vocalist who recently took cultured gotham by storm. This was a remarkable achievement, and I for one am happy to accord this clever woman the credit she deserves. Miss Passe (at the play).—“ I wonder why Mr. Guzzle leaves so frequently between the acts.” Miss Knoivit. — “He goes out to see a man.” Miss Passe (sighing). —“Ah! how I envy him.”