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A U. WATSON.
11 1 dhoiiUl ever u;eL to licavcu,
The whi(J I ever humbly pray
And through the Lord God’n grace 1 may
I think among tho Christ forgiven
I’ll find some souls there that were shriven,
Far gone upon the other way.
But if God'* justice sure and swift
Should doom my sinful soul to hell-
And Christ knows I deserve it well
1 11 find there some who missed their shall,
A moment ere tho clouds wore rift
God's law of mercy to reveal.
Wo think one dead and gone to bliss,
Another dead and gone to bale.
Wo judge them by the filmy veil
They threw around their lives, and miss
Discernment of what inward is
To make or mar, if ill or well
Indgo not lest ye be judged, was taitl
Yet we go .judging all t ho day
With judgments that are guctses. Stay
Our longues we will not, while are sped
Our thoughts in subtle quickness, red
With hottest wrath our foes to flav.
Dear Christ! until we learn to say
If this or that be wrong or right-
Poor gropers in God’s radiant light
l each us to tnctid the faults which lay
A jreat strong bar in our own way
To that celestial radiance bright.
'A hich robes the perfect form of truth
And then, with mutclcss eyes, we'll see
And then may say with tongues cut free
Phis deed is good or that, in sooth
Is act for very sorest ruth :
And judge, nor heed if judged wo be
MAI) IN SPITE of H I MSN /, l
“Everything goes wrong,"said Mr.
Tripler, laying down Ids knife and
fork with the face of a martyr.
There are some people in the world
with whom “ everything seems
chronically to go wrong—there are
some whose lirsl infantine wail is ut
tered in the minor key, and who go
on lamenting through life ; and of
(his much abused class Mr. Nathan
Triplet’ was a burning and a shining
“What’s the matter, dear ques
tioned Mrs. Triplet’, who sat opposite
her husband with a round eyed baby
on her knee, and two or three little
ones clamoring for their share of the
matutinal meal on either side of her.
Mrs. Triplet’ was a trim, neatly
made little woman, with blue eyes
and flaxen hair—a woman who might
have been pretty, could she have di
vested herself of a certain frightened,
apprehensive look r" ’• ■.■■■
1 ice whenever ltd V-u'dspoke <w
,b*i -\g”.!Lhf toi,
m ■ ty am,
baud had never either , , •
used coercive measures, but h hen a
man begins to find fault, a woman
never is easy in her mind lest some
domestic screw should he waxing
“I can't 'cat a mouthful, Dorothy,
croaked Mr. Triplet - , dolefully. “Such
cookiug! and such food ’. You may
as well turn that new cook of yours
iuto the street at oitce.
“But, Nathan, I—l am very sorry,
but I cooked the breakfast myself,
dear, this morning. Isn’t it nice ?"
“Nice? Yes—very nice- for those
who can digest leather and drink
“The biscuits are fresh and hoi.
“I don t want to he poisoned with
■‘And I thought the steak was un
No reply- Mr. Triplet’ had folded
his arms and was gazing with an ex
pression of abstracted despair at the
“Will you have another cup ol eot
fee?” timidly questioned his wile.
“Coflee ? Is that coffee '! Really
1 thought it was hot water that had
got into the urn by mistake !”
“I will order some fresh made,
said Mrs. Triplet’, with her hand on
•‘You will do no suoli tiling,nut am,
it'you please,” said Mi. Tripler,short
ly. -My appetite is completely tie
“Will you have ail egg boiled ?
‘•There's some very nice ham in the
“I dare say—there always is when
1 don't want it."
“1 am very soiry, Nathan, ’ said
poor little Mrs. Tripler, despairingly.
Yes she was sorry, this faithful,
much enduring wife; nor did the
frequent repetition of this domestic
storm at all abate her penitence and
sense of guilt. Some women would
have got accustomed to the daily dis
turbance aud thrown it oil' as a robin
easts the dew-drops from her wing.
Not so Dorothy Tripler. She was
too sensitive, too conscientious, too
delicately organized to laugh oil' her
troubles as some surface deep charac
ters would have done. So when her
husband had departed,still grumbling
under his breath, as lie slammed the
door, she leaued her throbbing head
upon one weary little hand and mur
mured softly to herself,
“Oh, I wish Nathan was different!”
Then, as if sho had uttered high
treason, she started to her feet,cheek
ing the sensation of repining, and be
gan industriously to prepare the three
apple-checked, tow-headed little Trip
lers for school.
“It’s Monday morning and Nathan
don’t like them to be too late,”
thought the meek-spirited wife.
Meanwhile Mr. Tripler was slowly
walking down the path through the
wild aud solitary glen that led to the
road where, twice a day, the Lend
ville stage rolled by, conveying pas
sengers to the train at Martin’s Sta
tion. It was cheaper to live in the
country, aud so Mr. Tripler lived
Issued Every Saturday, at 15? Bay Street, at SI.OO Per Annum.
there, although, as Car as actual tastes
went, he didn't know a buttercup
from a burdock.
As Nathan trudged along, think
ing how best to get rid of some
troublesome shares of railway sl.ock
that wer. sinking uncomfortably on
his hands, lie suddenly became con
scious ol llie presence of a man,
stout ami middle-aged, with a head
us smooth and shining as a billiard
ball, who'was sitting on a boulder ol
moss-grown stone just where the
pathway merged into the Lemlville
“Good moruiug, sir, said I lie
stranger. “Have a seat *
Mr. L’ripier had no very strung
social elements in his nature, so lie
stilly inclined his head and kept on
his way. But the first he knew two
iron grasps weie on his shoulder, lie
felt himself twirled uuddc i'v round,
like a human humming top, oid seat
ed with more force than was exactly
agreeable on the boulder.
‘•What do you mean—"
‘•Dear me'.' suddenly interrupted
this uncomfortable companion, “what
a very nice hat you have. Now,
what do you say to exchanging hats?
Mine is a very nice straw, but I lind
it’s somehow healing to the brain."
on are quite welcome, sir." lal
terml the tremulous Nathan, speaking
all the more rapidly in that the freak
isli maniac had already deftly affect
ed the change.
‘•And your coal, Loo—nice cool
linen. Upon my word, now, that
coat is infinitely preferable Lo Ibis
swallow-tailed concern of mine, with
the brass buttons. Yes—it fits me
very nicely. I hope you don’t object
sir, to the accommodation ?”
“N— 110! faltered Sir. Tripler.
“Well, good morning,” naid tlie
stranger, looking round with a be
- air. “I don't really see
where my chief orderly is—l told
him lo be here precisely at nine
o’clock—and everything will be in
confusion it I don't attend to it per -
He plunged into the green, dense
fastnesses ot the woods, Talking rest
lessly to himselt as he went, and Mr.
Nathan Tripler was left sains in a
coarse straw bat and a coat of coarse
okftb. n ui/tiol with.liUL'c
’ >/•no dy bniitancc was * A
“Dear me, what a figure I cut,’
groaned Mr. Tripler, eyeing himself
with disgust. “I must go directly
home and get on something decent.
A man would be hooted through the
streets of New York if lie ventured
to make his appearance in such a
costume as this r
lie rose, brushed away the chill
drops of perspiration from his lore
head, and was just replacing the
crimson silk pocket haiikerchief in
its resting place when he was sudden
ly grasped from behind and thrown
skillfully upon the ground.
“Well, we vc coleli you at last, my
hearty,” said a burly man who stood
over him, while another man had
bound both bis bands and feet to
gellier before he could find words or
breath to remonstrate. “Y r ou thought
\ou was goiu’ to give us tlie slip,
liey ' Come, it isn't worth while to
cup up like that, you know, unless
you want tlie strait jacket brought
“Strait jacketgraped Triplet’,
“what do 1 want of a strait jacket
“Nothing; unless you behave
yourself unruly like. Steady, then !
Tom, bring up the wagon.
“Where arc you taking me to ?”
remonstrated our hero, as he was
tumbled into a one horse wagon.
“To the asylum to be sure, where
you’ll have been two hours ago if you
hadn’t been a little too spry lor tbo
stage-driver and your keeper.”
Light began to dawn on the
troubled chaos of Mr. Tripier’s much
“It’s all a mistake, my good fel
lows—a ridiculous mistake,” lie ex
claimed, “I’m not a mad man!"
“No, of course’ not; we know
you’re not,”, responded the larger of
the two, with a wink at his compan
ion—“ Drive on, Tom.’’
“But I am not, indeed; you are
mistaking mo for somebody else—a
man who just forced mo to exchange
hats and coats with him, and went
down into the woods—he is the mad
“Oh, no—l guess not,’ said the
big keeper, witli a fearful attempt at
“My good men, you are laboring
under some very singular delusion,”
remonstrated the victim, trying to
speak plainly between the jolting of
the wagon and his own excitement.
“I am Mr. Nathan Tripler, of No.—,
“Oh, Yes,” said the keeper, light
ing a cigar, “yesterday you was
Napoleon Bonaparte, aud to-day
you’re Nathan Tripler, aud to mor
row—likely as not—you’ll be the
king ol the Sandwich Islands. I’ve
heard this kind o’ talk afore.”
Tripler’s heart began to stand still
with undefined horror. Was this a
hideous dream ? or was he to be act
ually immured within the high stone
walls ol the asylum he had so often
walked past with a feeling of dread
and horror beyond all description,
the life-long victim of some scarce
credible mistake ? In rain he rea
soned, argued, protested; his words
fell on the unheeding ears of his two
SAVANNAH, GA., SATURDAY, AUGUST 21, 1875.
conductors like drops of rain patter
ing oil the stony surface of Table
Hock, until at length he was carried—
more dead than alive—info a narrow
apartment at the end of a long row
of similar ones.
It was lighted and ventilated by an
iron grating in the door, with a cor
responding window high up on the
wall, and furnished with only a nar
row couch and a stand built into the
wall ; and there, Mr. Nathan Trip*
ler, released from his confining bonds,
was left lo enjoy the uninterrupted
society of his own cheerless iiieuita
“It can t be possible! 1 must be
asleep and dreaming!” thought Na
But it was possible, and lie never
was wider awake in his life!
Toward evening, a pitcher of wafer
and a piece of bread were dealt out
to him. Mr. Triplcr ate it under a
sort of mental protest to relieve l ie
gnawing sensation of faintness that
was at his vitals.
“What would I give for one of
Dorothy's hot biscuits,” thought the
wretched captive. “My poor little
Dorotb) ! I have been too bard upon
lier Suppose—-just suppose I should
die without being able to tell how
ashamed I am of haring been such a
It was not the dry bread that
choked Nathan Triplet' just then—it
was the humiliating sense of his own
sius and short comings.
Next morning it was bread and
water again. Nathan thought of
Dorothy’s despised coffee and griuii
bled at steak.
“Ive deserved it," thought Na
than ; “there’s no mistake about that-
Poor, darliug little D irotliy! liolv
her heart is aching for me now. I
wish I could stroke down her hair
just once. Oh, its hard to be treated
so, even though 1 know I'm served
exactly right. If I ever get out of
this hole alive, Dorothy will find me
a changed man."
The confused current ol thought
was just eddying vaguely through
bis mind when there was a sound ol
steps and voices in the long corridor
“I suppose' they're goin_ to pul on
I’i slru ' r ",i
r,': ‘ . (, ?ls :etl a „
.■here s nothing ter for me i, en
dure. 1 don't think I’m mad; but how
long 1 shall hold out sane under
these interesting circumstances is
rather a doubtful question.”
Hut Mr. Tripler was mistaken
about tlie strait waistcoat—it was
his keeper instead, accompanied by
two or three gentleman—all profuse
in apologies and sympathetic ejacula
“.Such a mistake! said one old
gentleman, with a bald head.
“So awkward for you, my dear
sir! ’ said another middle-aged gentle
man, with a Homan nose.
“But entirely unintentional, I
assure you, sir,” chimed in a third.
While Mr. Tripler looked vaguely
from one lo another he said, —
“Then I'm not mad, it seems ?" lie
“Not a particle, sir! cried the
three committee men in chorus.
“Oh!” said Mr. Tripler, “I’m glad
lo hear it!”
Then the committee proceeded to
iulorui their involuntary guest how
the mistake had happened by which
his identity had been colbuudod with
that of' his mysterious acquaintance
of the woods.
“We are very sorry,” said the
first commiUco-uiau, shaking Mr.
Triplet's hand as if it had been the
“So am 1,” said Mr. Tripler,
“Here is your hat aud coat, sir,”
said the second committee-man.
“We had great difficulty in getting
them away from our poor friend in
the Incurable Ward, who fancied
they were the last dying bequest of
“Aud anything we can do to make
any atonement for the awkward
mistake would be a pleasure,’’ said
the third; while the keeper eyed Mr.
Tripler dubiously, as if not altogether
certain but that lie was a little mad
When Mr. Nathan Tripler reached
his home, all was the wildest griof
aud confusion there. Dorothy had
had the whole vicinage ransacked,
and was now in hysterics in the
nursery. Nathan walked straight in,
aud put both arms around her.
“Here I am, Dottie!” Don't cry
But Mrs. Tripler cried more than
“It’s only a dream,'' she sobbed
forth, “Nathau is dead.”
“No, I’m not dead,' said Mr.
Tripler, with a grim sense of humor,
“only I’ve been mad. Aud quieting
his wife’s sobs after a while, he told
her all liis adventures. “And now is
dinner ready !” he asked, “for I'm
as hungry as a boar.”
“I haven't a thing in the house
fit to oaf, Nathan dear/’ wailed his
“I don’t care if it’s uothiug but
dry bread aud molasses, Dottie,” said
“I can tell you that asylum took
some of the nonsense out of me. 1
shall never grumble again, don’t be
And Dorothy brightened up. It
was the first time he had called her
“Dottie,'’ or spoken so tenderly,
iiuce their honeymoon was in its
lie adhered to his good resold
lions—he never did grumble again.
The asylum had done him genuine
lie F vkmiai. —lie wail a stogy
looking man. one eye swelled shut,
one finger badly bitten, coat torn
down the back, hat gone, and his
good eye having a wild look. He
"was a farmer; and he bad come in
u ilh some produce, sold it for cash
hjwii. a id sold his cash lor whisky,
'tf'v'ouiid in an alley, ugly drunk, ’’
“Well, I leel mean enough about
it,” replied the prisoner.
“Wauled lo have a good time, oil!"
“And 1 guess you had one! You
look purty, you do, Mr. Kuiubo!
You look nice lo go home to your
wife and children.”
“I made a Tool of myself. ”
“And I'm glad lo hear you own
the corn. You were as ugly as a Ma
lay when the police brought you in,
but as you are all bunged up, repeut
uit and forty dollars out of pocket I'm
going to let you go home.''
"Ts your wife an innocent-minded
woman, Mr Uambo ! That is, does
she alwavs believe everything you
vJ a J
■ “Yes, sir, most always.’’
“Well, now, when you reach home
you tell her that you were down to
the ferry dock to see the little steam
ers canter back and forth over the
foaming billows; when four tugs and
a propeller ran into your bows and
almost stove you to pieces.
v “Yes, sir, I will.”
"And she'll believe it?
"Well, go out. Tut beef on your
eye, salve on your linger, mu your
f ee for a hat, and when you coiue to
Rfetroit again see if you can't keep
ffiom making a fool of yourself.''—
Detroit Free Press.
Co.ui OUT Kia.OW STAIUS.- House
Iviping, as a line arl, requires, more
i, 'e-a-brac, or f % lor luxu
If T '* vauts.
A- >* % seven
at > ,i rreat
I ;'_esfs. where clothe*;, shoes, and bed
i.ng can Ire neatly stored, instead of
Uttering the closets. But, unfortu
nately. homely comforts such as these
have been overlooked by the very
housekeepers who welcome with de
light Chinese eabiuets and Italian fire
screens. This ought they to liavo
done, no doubt, but not surely to
have left the other undone.—“llome
and Society; —Scribner for August.
Gi.n iNi. in Ai.ii.ad.—A man who
has an office ou Griswold street was
handed a hill the other day by a boy
employed as collector for a firm. He
looked it over, put bis thumb into
bis vest pocket, and remarked:
“Collie in Wednesday and I will
The boy went away, but returned
Tuesday and again presented the bill.
■ “Didn't 1 tell you to come Wednes
day?” growled tlie man its be looked
over the bill.
“Yes sir, but I know of two more
collectors who arc coming lor you
to-morrow, and 1 tlioiujdil I'M -ret in
The man oould offer no I’uther ub
jeclious.—Detroit Free Press.
His Honoi: and Hi m. —“Only one
more summer mouth,” remarked liis
Honor as he hung up liis cane and
stood his hat in the corner.
“Yes, we are passing away—-pas
sing away,” sighed Bija, ’wiping tiie
dew from behind liis cars.” “It
won’t be long before certain people
that I know of will be laid away, and
they’ll have to answer for some tar
nal mean things.”
His Honor looked at the old jan
I Bijah looked out the window at a
yjog dragging a hone.
The clerk silently gazed at the gor
geous new water-cooler.
“Mr. Joy, let this prisoner in,” said
his Honor at last, in a <piiet voice—a
voice betraying the laet that lie
would hide liis time to get even.—
Detroit Free Press.
Consciousness of unbelief is a sign
of actual faith, lufulels are never
troubled with unbelief. Dead men
never feel cold. Frozen feet never
ache. And a soul given up to un
godliness, and bound hand and foot
in sin, has no trouble with unbelief.
The pig was thus written up by a
Georgia hoy: “The pig is about as
big as a sheep, only a pig’s wool isn’t
good for making stockings of. Why
is a pig like a tree? Because he roots.
That is a conundrum. A pig washes
himself in the mud. A pig has four
legs, one under each corner of liis
body. They pickle pig's feel, but
not until the pig is done using ‘cm.
A pig squeals awful when it rains,
also when you pull his tail. A pig
has got a first-rate voice for squealing,
and he grunts when lie feels good.
You cau’t make a whistle of a pig's
tail, ‘cos it is crooked. Why is a pig
like Tommy Grant? ’Cos lie’s got
his nose in everybody's business. This
is another conundrum, which is all 1
knoAV about the pig.”
Conscience is the chamber of justice.
Tin: Liusi i.'i oi liui
We would suggest lo many parents
who are perplexed with the difficulty
of finding the wherewithal to amuse
and interest their boys, to give their
lads every opportunity of acquiring a
mechanical trade. The industry and
ingenuity of a hoy of average ability,
says the Scientific American, may fie
easily made to furnish him with a
never failing source of amusement of
the best order. The boy who can
produce or make something, already
begins to feel that lie is somebody in
the world, that acliievineut of a re
suit is nut a reward reserved for
grown people only. Vml (lie educa
tion of miud, ear, and hand, which
this use of tools and mechanical up
pliauccs furnishes, is of a great and
real values beyond tlie time.
Having nothing to do is a great
snare lo the young as it is to tlicT full
grown; and no greater benefit can be
conferred on youth than to convert
time now wasted, and often worse
than wasted, into means of pleasant
recreation and mental improvement.
The boy whose time and nnnd arc
now occupied with marbles and kites,
may be a AY alts. Morse, or a lies
seiner, in embryo; and it is certainly
an easy matter to turn his thoughts
and musings into a channel which
shall give full scope to their faculties.
To most boys the use of mechanical
tools is the most fascinating of'all oc
As logic and mathematics have a
value beyond accuracy in argument
and correct solution of problems, in
that they teaeli men the habit of using
their reflecting powers systematically,
so carpentry, turning, and other arts,
are of high importance. These occu
pations teach boys to think, to pro
ceed from initial causes lo results,
and not only to understand the na
ture and duty ol the mechanical pow
ers. but to observe their effects, and
to acquire knowledge by actual ex
periment, which is the best wav of
learning anything. All the theories
culled out of books leave an impress
on flic mind and memory which is
sligli! compered to that of llm fcrac
fical <\ jricuce of the true mechanic.,
4 Oiij'i ' is. to all wk. h ive
jyhtyjjf . ijy_>
|V>}' 8: VS -iii . 'at,e, o. a set
I carpel*'*', , '■ ! \ *;> k '
give their mind a turn toward tiic
solid ana useful side of life. You
will soon see the result in increased
activity of their thinking capabilities,
and the direction of their ideas to
ward practical results; and, sfill more
obviously, in the avoidance of idle
mischief and nousense (to omit all
reference to absolute wickedness and
moral degradation 1 which are. to too
great an extent, the pastime oft.be
generation whieii is to succeed us.
CoxYiaiSATioN.- Among home
amusements the best is the good old
habit of conversation, the talking
over the events of the day, the bright
and quick play of wit and fancy, (he
story which brings the laugh, and the
speaking the good and kind and true
things, which all have in their heart.
It is not so much by dwelling upon
what members of the family have in
common, as by bringing each to the
other something interesting and
amusing, that home life is to be in; !e
cheerful and joyous. Each one mus
do his part to make conversation ge
nial and happy. We are too ready
to converse with newspapers and
books, to seek some companion at the
store, hotel, or club room, and to for
get that Home is anything more than
a place to sleep ;; J in. The re
vival of eonversat; . the entertain
ment ol one another, as a roomful of
people will entertain themselves, is
one secret of a happy home. Wliere
cvcr it is wanting disease lias struck
into the root of the tree; there is a
want which is felt with increasing
force as time goes on. Conversation
in many cases prevents many people
from relapsing into utter selfishness
at tlieir firesides. This conversation
should not simply occupy husband and
wife, and other members of tlie fam
ily, but extend itself to the children.
Parents should Ire careful to talk with
them, to enter into their life, to share
their trifles, to assist in tlieir studies,
to meet them in the thoughts and
feeliugs-of tlieir childhood. It is a
great step in education, when around
tlie evening lamp are gathered the dif
eveut members of a large family,
sharing their occupations with one
another, the elder assisting the young
er, each one contributing to the en
tertainment of the other, and all feel
ing that the evening has passed only
too rapidly away. This is the truest
and best amusement. It is the health
education of great and noble charac
tors. There Is the freedom, the
breadth, the joyousness of natural life.
The time spent thus by parents, in
the higher entertainment ol' their
children, bears a harvest of eternal
“Tm particularly uneasy on this
point,"' said the fly to the young gen
tleman who stuck him on the point
of a needle.
A California paper says: “i'hc
milkmen of San Francisco have formed
a mutual aid association. One holds
the can while another pumps.”
It was a Connecticut editor who
wrote, “Is there a balm in Gilead?”
and read next day, “Ts there a barn
NUMB UR 51.
Toecoa City, Ga.
'Tills Sl’AC'IOl s HOTEL, HAVING HI I
1 finished and ncvrly fu mi* lied throughout, 1
now open for tho m > oimnodatioii of the travcliir
public;* Mr. Tho.-. Little, formerly of the Calm
*I Ho Hotel, at Gainesville, Ga . will he hi.-hl'
"ratified to meet hi- numerous fiic-ud? and fourn :
customer*at his lun~e. No paint- or expense will
tie snared to make -nests couforlahloami at lioim
TIG *MA* I • 'I u 1 1
Davenport JHoif e !
TOCCOA CITY, GA.
'I 1 HIS LA KG K AM* COMMuDiOI lioj I 1
I opened July J. is,:.. It is situated in mica
the healthiest localitic - in Northeast Ge.ur-ia, e>
tho Atlanta aiul Hi' lmnmd Air l ine Railway, me 1
the nearest point to Toecoa Falls, TalliM.-Jj' l all
and Noccoociicc \ alh-y. Our Hotel is new >* ■
Furniture new : all the i>• *m- plastered and mal!
furnished: GOO leer of verandah : large airv hall;
fifty yards Irom depot. Can accommodate < -
hundred and tweuf. live per-ms Tcnu mo
jyn-tr s. v. dam:\tui: i
THE DARIEN GAZETTE
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counties. Advertisin' rates low. Sui,-i;
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Editor and I‘ropi i'lcr
H. 11. Ill* UAun-i'N A Cos.. Daiieu. Ga
Asicut- - . Savannah, Ga ,v.;i it
I\ K. A E. V. MASTERS.
GAS AND STEAM FITTERS,
30| wnrr vicKii stuli.t,
Uctwi'cn Broughton ami State SlieU
\Ve arc acquaint 'd with thu exat i I • i.t
of all the UNFINISHED sewer connections of !!<
Broughton street Sewer, and partic- dt>i: in- i->
connect with these uufinirhed emm, ctum or
cither to make new one-, would do well to eon*
milt us. _ octn-ti
G. A. COHTINO,
Hair (Ti(fiii£, Hair Dressing,
G'lJ |,LI N&
s a > v i < m >v
Tut; * i- 9
T’lantui' - ’ " i(; * |1,,,4;E
Kruno Lo u 1
30 x.-t jbl; ii,
11. A BUIUTIERT A BRf
188 Bryan Street,
K KLl* CONSTANTLY ON HAND AND SLUM
tu tlieir customer- I resit Bread, Cukes.
Mrs, I'lc. Ijic.nl <:■!:■ cred lo any port of Hu
city, (live us a trial. icCii 11
Thu attention of business men is called to tie.
fact that tho
WEEKLY ( OXSTITL’TP)\
a live, uncoinproinisiii- Democratic journal, pul
iisheda' MonticcHo, j- durson county. Florida, i
a representative journal of tho property, intelli
gence and business of .-aid Statu, and has a fine
circulation, especially in all the counties of Mid
die Florida, and in Tlomias and IJrooks couutiv
of Southern Georgia. The trade of Jcll'ersou and
neighboring counties i- valualil and can be se
cured to Savannah by uif" • and no betu i
medium of commuui- ui m .-at ■ • selected than
JsS’°AdvurtisemeiM- ii.-e; ted a uasonulde rater
considering circulation and inlluencc.
Address. F. ' FJ LDKs.
aug7-tf donticelio. Fla
DR. BEST. DENTIST.
//•'> Co)tf/rcss *sy., Savanna/t, 6V.
Ma\ be gonsl i.tku daily on tili
iastest invented and unequalled patent- IV•:
mounting Artificial Teeth. From one tooth ton
complete set of mineral iucorrodable teeth, ot
exquisite shape, workmanship, lightlies ;md
purity, made and fitted up in a few hours with
perfect accuracy anil early comfort, without
wires, springs or clasps, and with such inimita
ble resemblance to nature ns to prevent detection.
Satisfaction in all brauehes inevitable. Terms:
Cash. Prices Low. augV-tf
1 I ANY OT MY FRIENDS HAVE CHAIRS !
1 which need to be i;e-cankd. will make tin
same known at the shoe store of Mr. Geo, T.
Nichols, on Congre-s street: Mr. -1111111 T
Glatigny, 011 Slate street near Bull, or ai the stoic
of Messrs, llctdt, Jartlon .Y Go., I will call for
them at their houses, ami be very glad to uct the
work. Vcrv HcHpeetfully,
E. UEKBIHtI OLMSTEAD
WHOLES A LE
C. W. BRUNNER,
The Only Exclusively
Wholesale Boot, Shoe and Hat
Concern in Savannah.
11l CONGRESS STREET.
CASH inif PROMPT tune buyers arc
invited to cs amine my stock before pur
chasing. deco tf
Formerly of 15 and IT South Howard, having lo
No, 11! 8. E. Comer St. Paul ami Saratotra Sts., Million 1 , Mil.,
h now fully Im paved to accommodate
PERMANENT, TRANSIENT & TABLE BOARDERS
And solicits ft continuation of the patronage be
stowed heretofore by her numerous friends.
(!. w. parish;
Wrought-fron, Cast-Iron and Sted
WAGONS, CARTS, TRUCKS.
190 and 192 St. Julian St., Savannah, Ga.
Agout for tlie Chapman Cotton fret?.